After the old man guarding the mountain went out, Jiang Yao couldn't hold back his curiosity, and cautiously looked out of the low window.

I saw that in the black wind and cold rain, the old man Luo Guo stood calmly in front of the earthwork. What he faced was not all kinds of monsters, but Yang Jinghui, who was still in a white coat and black clothes.

"You'd better get out of here as soon as it's too late." The two looked at each other speechlessly, and after a long time, the old man said slowly.

"Senior, I think you misunderstood, a friend of mine disappeared inexplicably today, but I'm not as good as others, I can't know where she went, fortunately, I counted out the two partners who have a good relationship with him, and they are in this hilltop house, I don't know how many people are in the house?" Yang Jinghui smiled slightly, revealing two dimples.

"There are indeed three people in the room, and according to you, there really is a young life personality that is not being spied on."

"Then please let me take them away. On the way up the mountain, I found that the demonic spirit was rampant here, and Sirius was bright, which corresponded to this place, which was not good for this mountain. Yang Jinghui's face was colored.

"Indeed, tonight is the hardest night in decades." The old man looked back at the house, then looked at Yang Jinghui more firmly and said, "No, it's too late." ”

"In that case, let me deal with it with my seniors."

The wind and waves did not stop, but brought countless fine raindrops, and the sky was no longer overcast, and under the interlacing of lightning and thunder, it glowed from time to time.

The old man didn't say a word, but stood in the wind and rain without fear of the wind and cold, waiting quietly. Yang Jinghui also stood up, one tall and one short, standing in front of the house.

The sky kept flashing, and the ground kept thundering. The frequency is far higher than scientific common sense. Jiang Yao's thoughts in the house were all focused on this unprovoked thunder, for fear of splitting a good person by mistake.

The thunder continued to fall, slashing at the foot of the mountain, halfway up the mountainside, and finally a purple thunderbolt struck in front of the top of the mountain, only a few meters away from the two people.

The two of them stood still, but after the thunder, the electric light dissipated, and a dark thing came out of the deep pit split by the thunder.

It is said to be dark because it is stained with the color of the night, but it is actually the same color as the clear gray stone of this mountain rock.

"Here we are." The old man finally spoke.

"Mountain ghosts?" Yang Jinghui looked at the object in front of him, slightly surprised.

A mountain has mountain guards, and there will also be mountain ghosts. Everyone can see the mountain guards, but they are not mountain watchers with low wages; Mountain ghosts exist in rumors and are not seen by everyone.

The mountain keepers guard the mountain, and the mountain ghosts are the destroyers of order in the mountain.

As far as mountain ghosts are concerned, perhaps the gods on a mountain who have become immortals have also flown up; After thousands of years of penance, birds and beasts that have transformed into humans have also succeeded; A unique and unique treasure has also been bred...... But the mountain ghost has always been the biggest evil thing in the whole mountain.

After all, if there is a mountain, there will be a mountain ghost, just like the mountain keeper......

The black object in front of him moved faster and faster, and as the two of them spoke, they made a black shadow and swept over. The black shadow took Yang Jinghui directly, and he saw it, but he was shocked by the old man next to him.

Jiang Yao saw the true quality at this time, this tall monster was actually in human form, standing upright, even taller than Yang Jinghui, who was more than one meter eight. In the fine connection, it is somewhat similar to the mandrill in the news report.

The mountain ghost struck first, and the old man guarding the mountain and Yang Jinghui glanced at each other, and they tacitly agreed on the division of labor.

Yang Jinghui's Taoist skills are slightly worse, relying on magic weapons and arrays, so Yang Jinghui is behind; Although the old man is old, he can hold a heart that will die, cross in front of Yang Jinghui, and face the strong mountain ghost.

Of course, the mountain ghost knew that the short old man in front of him was his fateful enemy, and before everything, there was a battle. But the mountain ghost also knows that the strength of the old man in front of him is still not to be underestimated. was just knocked back to the position in front of the pit, constantly watching the two of them look for flaws, and they were bound to win with their infinite brute strength and rock-solid body.

At this time, the old man of the mountain guard took out a bell from his cuff that was many times larger than an ordinary bell. Daomen bells, many yellow copper bells, will even have some green spots if they are used for too long. But the bell that the old man in front of him took out was the most authentic Sanqing bell that had been passed down by the mountain guards for thousands of generations.

These three clear bells, the largest of the opening is the same as the fist, the material is by no means copper and aluminum, but tens of millions of years ago extraterrestrial meteorite specially made, so it presents a stable black gold.

The old man who guarded the mountain held the bell in his right hand, shaking the huge Sanqing bell very rhythmically, and muttered the "Qingshan Mantra" that has been inherited for thousands of years by the mountain guarding faction.

The mountain ghost, who used to have a quick mind and a keen sense, lost his mind as if he had gone crazy. The mountain ghost no longer had any scruples, and went straight to the old man in front of him, trying to seize the bell to relieve his pain.

Yang Jinghui took advantage of the situation to scatter a handful of yellow talismans in the air, and the yellow talismans stood in a row around the evil cult, forming a circle of talisman formations like a net of heaven and earth.

The evil wanted to rush out, but he rushed left and right, but he was forced to be pushed down by the talisman array. Under Yang Jinghui's instructions, the yellow fu gradually took shape, gathered quickly, and even the sky was wrapped.

Yang Jinghui recited the incantation in his mouth, bit his finger, poured blood into the gossip mirror, threw the gossip mirror, and placed it in an excellent place, attracting countless thunderbolts and lightning to shine on the mountain ghosts in the talisman formation.

Sanqingling disturbed his mind, and the gossip mirror broke his body. At this moment, the mountain ghost is firmly trapped in the talisman array, and there is always a lot of strength, as soon as he touches the yellow talisman, it is as powerless as a mud cow entering the sea, and the body that is beaten by the yellow talisman is blue.

After being imprisoned for about two quarters of an hour, the mountain ghost finally spent a lot of divine power, and with a wail, I don't know whether it was a desperate fight or a tragic sigh of helplessness to fate.

It's just that at this time, the old man guarding the mountain realized that the time was ripe and sat cross-legged in front of the earthen house. The old man's hands were strangely interlaced with each other and placed in front of him. The heart is sincere, and the position in front of the steps of the house is loose, revealing a thick long stone stick of bluestone-colored color.

The stone stick is not long, but in the hands of the old man who has already hunched his back to the ground, it looks extraordinarily slender. The old man clutched his stick and walked towards the mountain ghost behind him.

The mountain ghost looked at the stone stick, it was always like this, and he was desperately rampage in the rune array, trying to get out of it. And Yang Jinghui finally spat out a mouthful of blood because of the extremely exhausting support of divine power.

"Senior, do it quickly." Yang Jinghui was distracted and persuaded.

The mountain keeper didn't speak again, but kicked up with his stick, as if it turned into a dark cyan light and stabbed towards the mountain ghost along with the stone stick in the air directly facing the mountain ghost.

The speed is so fast and the strength is so great, I am afraid that it is the power of the old man's life. The stone stick broke through the chamber, and the yellow charm did not touch the body. A black hole the size of an old man's tiny head was left in the heart of the mountain ghost, and the mountain ghost stopped all activity.

Yang Jinghui held his breath and sighed softly: "Accept." The yellow talisman that had already scattered all over the sky gathered at his feet again.

The mountain ghost fell to the ground, fused with the earth and stones beneath him at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Jinghui didn't know what to do, he didn't care about the blood in his mouth, and stabbed towards the land with a peachwood sword. But he was stopped by the old man.

"Let him go, the next time he will appear again will be fifty years later." At this time, the old man had completed the task and was satisfied.

"Senior, this thing can't be eradicated?"

"No, no, it's been fifty years, fifty years ago, I killed a mountain ghost with my master before I died, and the mountain ghost came out again fifty years later." The old man looked at this mountain like a loved one, and his eyes were full of tears.

Fifty years, a person's youth is all dedicated to a mountain, of course, there is no faith and love, among the older generation of cultivators and believers, there has always been no shortage of such ascetic people, but this half a century of time, only for one thing, how many people still do it today? How can this not be admirable?

"It turns out that the mountain guards have their own rules, and the younger generation is ignorant." Yang Jinghui wiped off the dried blood stains and modestly exposed two dimples.

"Young man, thanks to you, my time has come, but I have no inheritance, and I have to endure until tonight." The old man was full of gratitude, but his eyes were full of loneliness.

How many people nowadays can stick to a boring thing from the beginning?

"Uncle, I'll come." Jiang Yao walked out of the house.

"You? Will you agree to be my apprentice? The old man's cloudy eyes were exceptionally bright at this time.

"Yes, Master." Jiang Yao knelt on the ground and kowtowed, performing almost the same head salute of all sects.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you are my apprentice, I will finally be able to have an explanation with Master Zu, I will have an explanation. The mountain keepers have also been followed. The old man said, already with tears in his eyes.

"Quick, hurry up and follow Brother Yang into the house, I cast a spell, and all evil things can't get in. I'll take care of the rest. The old man pushed Jiang Yao and Yang Jinghui into the house with trembling hands.

"Master, I ......" Jiang Yao was stopped talking.

"You young people, you don't have to stick to the barren mountain in the future, if you still have a chance in fifty years, remember to come to the mountain, just get rid of the mountain ghost, and in the future, your fifty years of work will be done for you for you today, and help you do it." The old man had already made up his mind.

"Let the seniors go." Yang Jinghui knows that it is difficult to change the decision, and it is better to fulfill this long-cherished wish.

The old man guarding the mountain handed over the three clear bells and the stone stick to Jiang Yao, and after teaching the clear mountain mantra, he resolutely walked down the mountain with the wind and rain......