The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The wilderness world outside the grave.

Flowing and dripping –

The sky was still drifting with a slanting wind and drizzle.

"It's going to be fucking raining endlessly. ”

A scar-faced, frost-haired old knife man stood in front of a grave that had been cut open and wiped the rain from his face.

"Stinky feng shui, you quickly think of a way, how to let us re-enter the yin and yang world in the tomb, and the prince of Jin An is trapped in it alone. ”

"The enemy has made it clear that he wants to divide us, to divide us from within. ”

"Although we have to trust the son of Jin An, we are not afraid of men sitting still in our arms these days, but we are afraid that the fox spirit will hook men too much. ”

Outside the grave that had been dug up, there was another middle-aged man holding a chicken bone lantern in his hand.

The middle-aged man circled the grave.

Frow in contemplation.

The two people in front of him are the feng shui gentleman and the big old man who are possessed by the body of paper.

But no matter how the two of them entered the grave, they could no longer find the Mandarin Duck House Inn.

And behind the two of them, there was a scholar kneeling on the ground who was coughing incessantly and picking mud from his mouth, this scholar was the reader Ma Jingwen who was saved by Jin An and was almost eaten and wiped clean by Ye Niang, who ate men without spitting out bones.

At this time, Ma Jingwen was covered in mud all over his body.

There is a lot of wet soil stuck to the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and hair.

It looked like it had just been dug out of a coffin, and pieces of mud were pulled out of its mouth.

The reason why the three of them appeared here has to start from the night of the candles in the Jin'an cave room, when they were preparing to make a big fuss in the cave room.

Mr. Feng Shui and the old man watched Jin An and Ye Niang's cave room spend candle night, seeing that Jin An and Ye Niang were preparing to "give birth to a noble son early", they kicked open the cave room and prepared to make a big fuss in the cave room, and when they demolished this cannibal ghost inn, what appeared in front of them was not the groom and bride in their imagination, but the three of them were sealed in a tattered coffin.

When the two paper corpses dug up the grave soil and escaped, Ma Jingwen, a scholar with an ordinary physique, almost suffocated to death in the coffin, and he had already eaten a lot of grave soil.

Obviously.

The ghost inn said tonight that it would make Jin An and Ye Niang's cave room successful.

No one is allowed to break Jin An and Ye Niang as gods and make husband and wife.

Just when Mr. Feng Shui was in front of the grave, moving flowers and trees, changing the local feng shui field, and re-entering the Mandarin Duck House Inn, there was a strange movement in the distance under the rainy night.

Ma Jingwen, a scholar who had been kneeling on the ground and coughing, picking at the mud in pain, seemed to have heard something, and he was still in shock at this time, and when he heard any movement, he looked up suspiciously.

It was a funeral procession, about thirty people.

It's unusual to have a funeral on a big night.

Especially on this rainy and cloudy night.

It's even more unusual.

"It's a living person, not a ghost walking in the night, it's a villager who lives around here. The big old man looked at the group of funeral processions that were strangely funeral on a rainy night, and his expression froze.

Mr. Feng Shui also suspended the feng shui arrangement at his feet at this time, and he glanced at the soles of the feet of these funeral villagers: "Down-to-earth, the heels are not standing on tiptoe, neither dead nor ghostly, Zhong Laosan, you pay attention, protect this ordinary scholar, this rainy night funeral, I'm afraid it's not good." ”

The funeral procession saw three big living people standing next to a cemetery at night, and they were overjoyed, and the villagers exclaimed: "The inquirer did not lie to us, the inquirer really did not lie to us, as long as we follow the east all the way out of the funeral, we can see three people covered in soil from the tomb and resurrected, only these three living bodhisattvas can save our whole village, save our suffering children." ”

Poof!

Poof!

These villagers who wore linen and wore filial piety for the funeral, ignoring the muddy water on the ground at the moment, actually knelt down with a hula and kowtowed desperately to Mr. Feng Shui and the old man.

The head was pounding, and it wasn't fake.

"Please ask the three living bodhisattvas to save us, save us more than 100 people in Sanshui Village!"

"Help us, help us!"

"Please save my child, my child is dying, he is dying!"

"And my child, my child is dying, when I came out, he lay on the bed and cried and said that he was in pain and said that he was in pain, the child was so pitiful, please live the Bodhisattva and save my child!"

"My mother is about to die! I beg the three living bodhisattvas to come to our Sanshui Village to save everyone, and I have kowtowed to the three living bodhisattvas on behalf of more than 100 people in our Sanshui Village!

......

The villagers fell to their knees and wept, begging for help.

Suddenly.

Two difficult questions to choose are in front of us.

Is it the whole village of Sanshui Village who went to Sanshui Village with these villagers to save more lives?

Or stay and continue to save Jin An, who is trapped alone?

This gang of antique dealers has very vicious intentions, and has always been good at taking advantage of the weakness of people's hearts, using the good thoughts of human nature as bait, and playing with the goodness of human nature.

......

......

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

The wilderness world outside the grave.

Flowing and dripping –

The sky was still drifting with a slanting wind and drizzle.

There was a grave on the side of the road that had been dug open.

The moonlight overhead is shrouded in dark clouds, just like a layer of haze on people's hearts, without the starry moonlight as a reference, it loses the meaning of time, and this dark world does not know how long it has been silent, only the sound of rain remains......

Suddenly!

The neighing of horses could be heard from the open grave, and several horses leaped out of the grave and disappeared without a trace in the rainy night.

And as the horses rushed into the rainy night, one after another people covered with mud, grasping the dirt, struggled to crawl out of the dug graves, which were people covered with rain mixed with dirt.

A dozen or so people crawled out of the cemetery in a state of confusion.

They collapsed on the ground and breathed heavily, with the surprise of the aftermath of the catastrophe and the horror of uncertainty.

Suddenly, there was a thin and weak man, as if he thought of something, he was digging in the grave bag like crazy, and he was anxious and shouted to his daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, where are you, he knelt in the grave, crying over and over again, his hands were desperately digging the soil, and his nails were dug up and cracked by the hard stones in the dirt, and he didn't care about it, until he dug out a bloated and fat woman who was dying and still had gas in his nose from the grave, he sat down on the ground, and his face full of mud showed his first smile in this bizarre night tonight.

That's the laugh of the soul being redeemed.

The thin man's smile turned into a cry, and the mud on his face was washed away by the hot tears rolling out of his eyes, revealing a pair of bright eyes that were "as clear as washing".

These dozen or so people are the thin men surnamed Huang who escaped from the man-eating inn Mandarin Duck House Inn, they are the father and son, the mother and daughter from the big family, the thin man surnamed Huang and the shrew mother-in-law who was just rescued by him.

and several guards who protected the mother and daughter.

These are the living people who escaped from the Mandarin Duck House Inn, not some dead people who came back from the dead, when everyone worked together to lift the bloated and obese woman weighing more than 200 catties to the flat ground, everyone remembered at this time that they were able to escape from the ghost inn tonight, completely because of the worldly master Li Gongzi who came to the rescue, and began to be grateful to Li Gongzi who saved their lives.

However.

They didn't find Li Gongzi.

And at this moment, the great benefactor "Li Gongzi" that these people are looking for is floating in the sky transparently watching them at this time.

His transparent body floated higher and higher.

Looking at the dozen or so people who helped each other and escaped, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

It is not easy for a good person to live in the world.

Good thoughts should have good results.

And those murderers who are full of blood, rape and plunder, let them go to the eighteen layers of hell, with the hell of tongue pulling, the hell of scissors, the hell of iron trees... Repent and go. ”

A good person has to go through 9981 difficulties before he can become a Buddha, while a wicked person only needs to put down the butcher's knife to become a Buddha?

Evil is evil.

Killing people to repay debts and money has been a matter of course since ancient times.

If the sentence sorry after killing is useful, what else do you need to do with the criminal law?

At this time, Jin An, without the paper tie people, he of the Yuan Shen night tour, the big living people naturally can't see him, he killed the flying head man and Wuba, and burned down the Mandarin Duck House Inn, they finally escaped from the enchantment world independent of the two worlds of yin and yang.

Jin An flew into the air at this time, secretly noting the location of the grave in front of him, he planned to wait for tomorrow dawn, after the Yuan Shen returned to the shell, the flesh came to dig the treasure.

Let's see if we can bring out the few artifacts that were knocked down by the treasure money.

The resentful spirits in the transcendent artifact.

Those who are not virtuous are secondary.

Excessive resentment, but also the world is quiet, accumulating good deeds is the simple essence of his Jin'an, how can he say now that he is also a Taoist priest who protects one side, the supreme Taiyi saves the suffering Tianzun.

Thanks to the Liuding Liujia Fu on Jin An's body that has been sealed four times, his divine soul can fly higher and look farther in the dark night.

At first glance, he found that something was wrong with the world under his feet, this world was changed by moving flowers and trees to feng shui, Jin An's eyes were happy, it seemed that Mr. Feng Shui, the old man and they also came out.

A group of more than 30 funeral villagers approached them.

These people are not dead.

It's not the heel that is overshadowed off the ground.

A photo of Jin'an Yuanshen.

These people are all big living people.

The villagers were overjoyed when they saw the embarrassed dozen or so people standing by the grave, and the villagers exclaimed: "The inquirer did not lie to us, the inquirer really did not lie to us, as long as we follow the funeral all the way to the east, we can see that there are eleven people covered with dirt from the grave and resurrected, only these eleven living bodhisattvas can save our whole village, save our suffering children." ”

......

"The skills of this group of antique dealers are really not simple. ”

"Nine paintings in one painting?"

Jin An looked at the group of strange villagers who were buried on a rainy night at his feet, and he looked at the modified feng shui bureaus around him, and saw the reminder left by Mr. Feng Shui-

Nine Revelations in One Painting!