Shen Lan described the recent situation of Ningbo City to Shen Qiu.

But in fact, the real situation here is much more complicated and treacherous than Shen Lan's description in a few words.

More than 20 miles outside the city of Ningbo, near a village and town at the foot of Taibai Mountain, something has happened these days that makes the villagers feel strange.

Combined with the recent haunted rumors near Ningbo City, which have been rumored and made boiling, it has made the hearts of the people in the town float.

People deliberately did not discuss the ghost fire that shone at night in the Li family's abandoned garden.

Even the most broken people avoid talking about this topic.

It seems that a few more words will lead to bad luck, and the children of each family are also strictly restrained from playing near the abandoned garden.

It's as if if it doesn't exist.

Even though every few days, in the dark of night, there would always be some strange sounds from the manor.

This thing is like a dark cloud, which makes people panic, and it also makes the village finally make up their minds to go to the Tiantong Temple on the mountain and invite the monks to come and suppress the sneaky.

But I went twice, but I didn't invite the monk back.

It's not that the Buddha of Tiantong Temple is arrogant and ignores the people's feelings.

It's just that in the thousand-year-old temple, in recent times, it has been very busy, and I really can't spare time.

Back to the topic of the Li family's abandoned garden.

It was late at night, in the dilapidated manor.

Weeds everywhere.

Most of the houses in the large compound have collapsed, and the once beautiful and solemn houses have now become nests of snakes and rats.

Ordinary people stand here.

I felt three points of desolation and seven points of panic.

Only the plaque made of marble still stands proudly in front of the manor? After decades of wind and rain? Also covered with moss, as if quietly described in time? The glory of this place many years ago.

Pity? The Li family, which has been a gentry for generations, died more than ten years ago.

Someone once boasted that the Li family had an immortal? But these nonsense rumors have all fallen with the collapse of the Li family? Completely wiped out.

But in the midst of this desolate wasteland? Is there really a ghost at work?

The answer is yes.

Yes!

And more than one.

In the deepest part of the abandoned garden, there is a quiet lake shaped by the living water from the mountains.

Under the rockery, there is an area that has been carefully cleaned? Weeds are cleared? At the edge of the lake, there is a stone monument.

There is nothing written on it, only three large characters.

A name is written.

Li Junlin.

It's a new grave, and it's just a well-dressed mound.

But there are grave keepers.

Liu Zhuoran, who was wearing a down-and-out robe, was sitting cross-legged in front of the tombstone? Place your hands on your knees casually and your eyes closed? After letting the night wind blow across the lake? and he blew up his long loose hair.

The handsome swordsman had a comfortable smile on his face.

He seemed to like the quiet, undisturbed environment.

On the left-hand side? There is a red wine gourd.

A long gauze hat was thrown on the gourd.

On the right-hand side? A mahogany scabbard? A long sword with a quaint hilt.

Other than that, there is no long body.

"Bang"

In the silence, in the scabbard on the right hand side of the swordsman.

Suddenly, there was a muffled crash.

It was as if the scattered rupture was moved and impacted, and the sound was quite crisp, which alarmed the swordsman's soul to swim in the sea of knowledge and the soul to travel outside the world.

He opened his eyes.

The wind in the night seemed to have become a little more complicated in the previous moments.

Or the cool night breeze.

But there is a hint of lightness.

"A thousand blades are shaking, and there must be aura breeding nearby."

Liu Zhuoran's hand was on the simple and awe-inspiring hilt of the sword.

He whispered:

"Hua Qing just left with the front foot, and you will come with the back foot, is this treating Liu as a soft persimmon?"

No one answered him.

It was still calm.

But Liu Zhuoran spread out his spirit's keener perception and swept around silently.

It's different.

He knew that something was being put into the ruined garden.

Just like these days, in the city of Ningbo, there is a lot of noise about ghosts and gods.

Some things that have been said but no one has seen and do not belong to this era are rolling towards Liu Zhuoran.

Hua Qing has been in Ningbo City for some time to investigate these.

Now it seems that the Kunlun Immortal Disciple was followed on the way back, these things should be coming for Hua Qing, and they want to kill people, but with Hua Qing's ability, they should be luring the enemy to go deeper.

That guy came back this afternoon, didn't stay, and went directly to Tiantong Temple to pay respects, but Liu Zhuoran, who stayed in the abandoned garden, hit his head on the muzzle.

"The aura is meager and can't be the Ten Thousand Souls Array."

Liu Zhuoran stood up, holding a mahogany scabbard.

But the sword was not drawn.

When something evil struck, he did not open his eyes to see, but closed his eyes and raised his perception to the highest level.

This fight is not human.

The true spirit is not visible to the naked eye, whether it is the same or not.

He also passed through the Taihang Mountain Incident, and under such a thin aura, even if he was really a ghost and evil monster, it was difficult to transform his body.

And these days, he has been in the abandoned garden, guarding the tomb of his master, and the people of Penglai have no chance to find a chance to arrange a temporary evil array of all souls near this village.

In other words, tonight's aura should be specially brought by someone.

In order to use the power of ghosts and gods to kill the disturbers.

"But Brother Shen said that as soon as the aura enters the mortal dust, it will quickly dissipate between heaven and earth, how do these people carry the aura with them?"

Another question surfaced in Liu Zhuoran's mind.

At the same moment, his figure moved lightly two steps to the left, and the movement was sudden and without warning.

But the long hair flew strangely.

Several strands of black hair were cut off by sharp weapons, spinning and falling around Liu Zhuoran's body.

Invisible, in raid.

There is no breath, no breath, no shadow, if it were someone else, the claw just now would be able to tear open the body and dig out the heart.

This is exactly how dozens of people have died in Ningbo City recently.

In other words, the murderer who was killing people everywhere in the city was in front of Liu Zhuoran at this time.

"Bang"

His figure wanted to retreat, his toes on the ground, his body as light as a feather, like a big bird spreading its wings, and leaping lightly backwards.

The two stones under his feet burst apart at the same time as if they had been slashed by a sharp blade.

Dusty splatters.

The thousand blades in Liu Zhuoran's scabbard shook more and more intensely.

Jingle like a bell ringing suddenly.

"Hua Qing taught me, it should be like this."

In the midst of the rapid retreat, Wujian stretched out his right hand and two fingers to join the sword.

Attached between the forehead and eyes, the secret technique of the divine soul taught by Hua Qing is operated, and when there is no aura, this secret technique cannot be stimulated, but this will, but it can be used.

The light spirit breathes into the forehead, just like opening the spiritual eyes.

With his eyes closed, the wind and grass around him were projected in the heart of the sword.

The invisible thing, like a halo of human form, was vaguely projected in the sea of swordless knowledge.

It's a samurai.

Black armor, black sword, wrapped in billowing black gas.

The chest, limbs, and charms made of aura are still attached to them, and they are not a good thing at first glance.

On the samurai's shoulder, there was also a spirit like a black fox. TV updates the fastest www.biqugetv. (com)/ /

The claws are sharp and the eyes are pitch black.

On the corners of the mouth and claws, there is blood red, like crying blood.

Fang Cai's heart-digging claw should have been hit by it.

When Wujian "saw" them, these two strange things seemed to be aware of Liu Zhuoran's perception sweeping, and their actions became more and more manic.

The black-armored warrior let out a silent roar, and the black sword in his hand slashed wildly.

The black fox on his shoulder also grinned and jumped up on the samurai's shoulder.

The claws tore apart, and they pounced towards the swordless fit.

The two ghosts cooperate fiercely, but the move techniques are very rough.

Let Wujian despise in his heart.

But think about it, such an intangible thing cannot be seen by ordinary martial artists, and there is no warning when attacking, so there is no need for any exquisite techniques.

Rushing up, Xia Ji can get the head by slashing.

After all, it is supernatural, and for warriors who rely on the naked eye and perception to find the enemy, it is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

It's a pity that they are probably used to being fierce and arrogant.

But they didn't know that the water in the Central Plains was much deeper than they imagined.

"Wow"

Ling Xuan is out of the sheath, and the cold blade floats.

When the sword swing out of the sword style, those scattered blades flew out of the scabbard, at first it was just a bare hilt, and when the sword style swung in front of him, it turned into a vain blade in a thousand lights.

Thousands of fragments, just roughly the shape of the blade.

Between the blocks, there is a gap.

Say it's a sword, but it's more like a long whip.

But it doesn't matter.

This kind of spiritual object, with its own aura blessing, is collected in an instant when it is unsheathed, and in front of the swordless eyes, the black-armored wizard, the strange black fox's pounce continues.

But the two were swept by the blade, but they ignited the same.

twisted his body, opened his mouth and cried out in pain, but there was no sound, and it was still silent.

"Bang"

Two sparks erupted in front of him.

When Wujian opened his eyes, he saw two spells with red letters on a yellow background swirling down, burning rapidly in the air, and when they fell to the ground, they had become two gray ashes.

When it was blown by the wind, it disappeared.

"Weak."

Liu Zhuoran shook his head, disappreciating it in his heart, this kind of supernatural is okay to scare ordinary people, but in front of a warrior like him holding a sword, it is really too far behind.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the hat and the red gourd, put it on his head, and hung it around his waist.

Stretched his body, bowed to the master's tombstone, and then jumped up, without a trace of wind, and landed lightly on the highest part of the abandoned garden.

Squatting on the eaves of this place, he looked out into the darkness of the night.

In the night dozens of feet away, there was a small carriage, running lifelessly, fleeing in the direction of Ningbo City.

He didn't say a word, and with a wonderful lift, he carried a thousand blades and hung far behind him.

Frightened, the rat instinctively flees back to its nest.

The investigation of the great detective has come to an end, and next, it is time for the thug Liu Zhuoran to appear.

Follow the trail and go and catch all those guys who pretend to be ghosts.

The place where Master is buried, ghosts and gods are not allowed to disturb it!

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"Hmm, calculate the time, no sword should go."

At night, in front of Tiantong Temple, wearing a green shirt and carrying a sword box, Hua Qing was walking along the lush Wansong Road to the temple.

It's like a pilgrim visiting a temple.

This Tiantong Temple, is not ordinary, although it is not as famous as Nirvana Temple, but in Buddhism, it has the reputation of "Southeast Buddha Country".

This temple is not only prosperous in Buddhism, but also has a huge area, accounting for six peaks of Taibai Mountain, a whole mountain, all of which are the property of the Buddhas of Tiantong Temple.

There are more than 30 large buildings in the whole temple, with a total of 999 houses, in the south of the Yangtze River, and Nirvana Temple jointly support the Buddhist inheritance.

It's just that in this Tiantong Temple, there are no warrior monks.

People are Zen Buddhism, and the Buddhas eat fasting and chant Buddha all day long, and they are not involved in martial arts.

It's just that in recent times, things have changed, and the outside world doesn't know much about the fact that the Nirvana warrior monk has settled in Tiantong Temple.

But in the eyes of people with a heart like Hua Qing, when he saw the slight knowledge, he knew that when the rivers and lakes met, the Nirvana Temple also made a move.

At present, the haunting in Ningbo has been taken over by Liu Zhuoran.

The next thing Hua Qing has to do is to explore the changes in Tiantong Temple.

He had a feeling.

Whether it is those widows who suddenly appeared, or the haunted in the city, or the changes in Tiantong Temple, there is the same mastermind behind it.

Penglai!

It must be Penglai, right?

"Hehe, fanning the flames everywhere, lest the world be chaotic. said that you are waiting for the cultivation of immortals to enter the demon, but it is really not wrong at all. ”

Hua Qing played with the paper fan and walked alone in the night Wansong Road.

There is no fear in my heart, and I am even in the mood to take out a picture scroll and put it in front of me to savor it, and on the painting, it is an elegant and exquisite woman.

Under the left eye, there is a beautiful tear mole.

"Miss A-Qing."

Hua Qing pursed her lips and said:

"I haven't seen each other for many days, and my heart is troubled. What I think in my heart is you, what I see in my eyes is you, and I have spoken less than a hundred words, but I have taken deep roots in my heart.

Disturbing dreams.

Is this what love is like in the world? That Shen Qiu is too, obviously he has gone to several letters, asking about this love and hate, but he just holds it and pinchs it, but he doesn't want to tell this son, which makes people very embarrassed.

That's it, when this matter is over, go back to Huanxi Village, or stay for a while, and you will be able to understand. ”

After more than a dozen breaths, he came to the Tiantong Temple, where the gate was closed.

This thousand-year-old temple is very quiet, and the temple door is closed.

Hua Qing stepped forward and knocked on the door, and after a while, a welcoming monk opened the temple door and welcomed him into it.

The monk who came to greet him was either a bystander, or a Nirvana warrior monk with a face full of meat, and Tie Niu was also.

I haven't seen him for many days, and the breath of the iron bull has become more and more obscure and deep, obviously he has achieved martial arts, and he has become a master of the ground list in order to break through the tricks.

"When I left Lin'an, Uncle Mustard Seed had already given orders."

The warrior monk Tie Niu grabbed the Zen staff, carried the lantern, and said to Hua Qing while leading the way in front:

"You want us to cooperate with Shen Qiu. Where are the others? ”

"I don't know."

Hua Qing said truthfully:

"That man is very free now, and he does whatever he wants.

Maybe he'll come over soon.

It may not be until the time of crisis, but I am more concerned about the recent changes in the Temple than he is.

Master Kongwu, just say it directly.

Why did Nirvana Temple want to wait for Pyer to enter Ningbo? What secrets are hidden in this Tiantong Temple? ”

Iron Bull pursed his lips.

After a few breaths, he whispered:

"There are visitors from outside the territory here, it is the Buddhist monks of the Tiantai Sect of Dongying Hiei Mountain, who fled and came, and there is no one in ten, and it is difficult to cross the sea with blood, bringing a warning to our Central Plains Buddhists."

"What warning?"

Hua Qing asked.

Iron Bull's face became more and more compassionate.

He sighed and pronounced the Buddha's name.

Shen Sheng said:

"Outside the territory, it has become a hell on earth."

"Millions of ghosts want to come to my Central Plains."

At this moment, the Kunlun Immortal Disciple who was always smiling changed drastically.