Without the support of the scale armor, Xu Yuyang only felt a gust of yin wind blowing in his face, and he couldn't help but shiver, and the terrible wail in his ears was even more poignant, plus he had just been hit by that red light, the yang soul in his body was unstable, and the fear in his heart increased, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation of "help".

Yun Shu could still manage so much at this time, while raising Xu Yuyang's left arm to draw a golden light to protect his body, he shouted loudly in a heartfelt voice: "Don't pinch your fingers yet." ”

After Yun Shu's interruption, Xu Yuyang came back to his senses, and hurriedly pinched his right palm into a finger again, saying that it was strange, just waiting for his finger to be pinched, he felt a warm current from his fingertips, and through his arm, it surged to his heart, and those dark green scale armor also wrapped himself again. But in an instant, the chill on his body immediately dissipated.

And the wall of light that Yun Shu was standing in front of him also became a little brighter, and the souls of the dead who were rushing towards him also crashed into the grab and were bounced back.

Xu Yuyang raised his right hand and rubbed it on his head, "Didn't you say that you would be fine?" Why is it still like this? ”

Yun Shu's Yuan Shen replied angrily: "Are you afraid of any injuries, you haven't even broken a little skin, what's the ghost called?" ”

Xu Yuyang snorted and stopped arguing with it, stood up and walked towards the white jade archway in front of him, and said with resentment: "I don't believe that this small archway can still stop the deity?" ”

At this time, I heard the monk speak: "Donor, are you a human or a ghost?" ”

Xu Yuyang was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and said angrily: "Nonsense, you see whether the deity is a human or a ghost." ”

The monk didn't raise his eyebrows, and smiled: "Little girl, look at your young age, but you still claim to be a deity, I think you are not a ghost or a human now." ”

Xu Yuyang's heart trembled, no wonder this monk was able to deal with it calmly in a group of dead souls, and he could see that he was different, no wonder, how could it be an ordinary person who could meditate cross-legged in this group of dead souls!

So Xu Yuyang looked at him in front of the monk, but saw that he was born with tiger eyes and wolf eyebrows, and his face that had been dark and red under the sun for a long time was full of long-standing fortitude and majesty.

And the monk also opened his eyes at this time, and two extremely confident eyes flashed in his dark eyes, just looking at each other so simply, Xu Yuyang only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and after a period of dizziness, the yang soul felt like flying out of the body again.

His own voice sneered in his ear, "The monk is good at cultivating." ”

And the monk also chanted, "Amitabha, the little monk has offended, and I hope that the gods will not be strange." ”

"The master is serious, I wonder why the master is here?" Yun Shu also seemed to be a little more respectful of the title of monk.

"I've seen the Divine Monarch outside of the 'Xuanxuan Temple' before."

Xu Yuyang knew that this was a conversation between the monk and Yun Shu, so he naturally didn't have to speak, so he kept silent and listened quietly, only to hear the monk continue: "At that time, the poor monk also felt that the 'Xuanxuan View' was a little strange, but he couldn't enter because of his identity, but that day, he saw the Divine Monarch come out of it and see the Divine Monarch's physical body. At this point, the monk paused and stopped talking.

Yun Shu immediately understood that the monk had scruples, so he smiled slightly: "Master, it doesn't hurt to say it, my physical body knows everything, and there is no need to hide it." ”

The monk nodded: "Seeing that the soul in the body of the Shenjun is strange, the poor monk thought that the Shenjun was also a demon who came out of the 'Xuanxu Guan', and later inquired with the pilgrims in the view before he learned that the Shenjun had made a big fuss in the temple. I thought that I was wrong to blame Shenjun Le before, and I just met Shenjun, so the poor monk trusted Shenjun. ”

Xu Yuyang nodded slightly: "It's just that I don't know how the master came to this point again?" ”

"After the Shenjun left, I have been waiting outside the temple, and after a while, a disciple from the temple came out, and the poor monk arrived here casually all the way."

Speaking of this, the monk paused slightly, "But he found that there were so many dead souls gathered here, and it was the poor monk who cast a spell here to surpass them." ”

Xu Yuyang couldn't help but let out an "ah" when he heard this, "But it's been many days since we went to 'Xuanxuguan', and you've been here all the time?" ”

How could the monk not hear that in addition to the voice, the tone and tone of the little girl in front of him had changed, and he naturally knew that it was no longer Yun Shu who was talking to him, so he nodded slightly, "Not bad." ”

Xu Yuyang asked casually: "Master, aren't you hungry for so many days?" ”

The monk smiled slightly, but did not answer. Yun Shu continued: "Dare to ask the master, since you have been here for many days, what strange things can you see?" ”

"Amitabha, this place is clearly a place to nourish the soul, and some people built it underground so that they can avoid people's eyes and ears, and act recklessly here."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the dozens of dead souls hanging in the air, "When the poor monk arrives, these dead souls will be entrenched here, and the poor monk guesses that the reason why they came out is to harm people's lives and take people's yang souls." ”

Yun Shu let out an "oh", "Since the master has been here for many days, why didn't he get rid of all the dead souls?" ”

The monk held the broken porcelain bowl in his left hand and his right hand in front of him.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, these dead souls are already dead, I don't know if they are harmed by the people in that view, how can the poor monks easily make their souls scatter and never be reborn, so they have been chanting the 'mantra of rebirth' for them for many days, so that they can dissolve their grievances as soon as possible and be reincarnated as soon as possible."

"Then hasn't anyone ever come out of that door, Master?"

The monk shook his head slightly, "When the poor monk first arrived, he saw two people dressed as Taoist priests coming out of the door, but because the poor monk was here, they couldn't get out of the door and had to retreat back the same way, and then they released these unjust spirits to surround the poor monk." ”

Xu Yuyang laughed in his heart: What the monk said was simple enough to come out of two people, and when he saw him here, he went back, I'm afraid he was beaten back by this monk. But he smiled slightly: "The master wants to use this 'death spell' to surpass these unjust souls, so he has been staying here?" ”

A smile flashed across the monk's face, "Amitabha, exactly." ”

"Master mercy!"

Xu Yuyang raised his head and looked at the red lacquer gate and the white jade archway in front, "This archway has a 'soul separation spell' originally to prevent someone from trespassing without permission, but now it just happened to stop this god monarch, and now this god monarch has entered the body of this little girl, one body and two souls, so it is naturally difficult to pass through this white jade archway." ”

The monk nodded, "Amitabha." ”

Yun Shufu snorted coldly again, "Although it's just a 'small skill of carving insects', it just happens to be this Divine Monarch, if it is a small 'Soul Separation Spell' in the past, how can it stop this Divine Monarch?" ”

When he finished speaking, he turned to look at the monk: "The master bothered you to help and help this god monarch pass this white jade archway, how about we break this evil place that hides filth and dirt together?" ”

"Amitabha, if you get the help of the gods, the poor monks really can't ask for it."

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