"Thank you, Master, for the reminder." Du Bai clasped his hands together and thanked him.

But in his heart, he recalled the situation on the other side of the ghost king's body.

Those "bald donkeys" will harass the ghost town every once in a while, even if they live in peace and security, they do not harass the human race, but they still have to subdue demons and eliminate demons. From this, it can be seen that the tolerance of righteous people such as monks for those demons is close to zero.

As a result, Du Bai did not have much affection for these so-called Taoist monks.

As she was talking, the preparations on the side seemed to be in place, and outside the door, a maid came forward and whispered a few words in Wanmiao's ear, she nodded, turned to Huaisheng Zen Master and said, "Master, the preparations you want have been in place, when can you start?" ”

The monk glanced at the sky and said, "Let's start now." The resentful spirit lingered for a long time, and it must have been a great resentment. After the poor monk recites the scriptures of the past life, he will let go of his obsession and take refuge in the Western Heavens. ”

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The night began to fill in, and there seemed to be layers of dark clouds in the sky covering the moonlight that should have been bright, making the world like a closed dark cage covering the earth.

There are a few plain white lanterns hanging in the long corridor, and the candle seedlings in them flicker slightly with the occasional wind, reflecting the interlaced shadows of the branches of the trees on both sides and falling to the ground, showing their teeth and claws as if they are fierce ghosts and monsters, which makes people feel a little uneasy for no reason.

Last night, the female ghost was seen lit on the position of two arm-thick half-human high coiled dragon incense candles, and in the middle there was a small tripod, on which a few incense sticks flashed with red dots, lighting a clear smoke, and winding around the candlestick to set off a bit of demonic fiery red.

Zen Master Huaisheng sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes and concentrated, his hand gently tapped the wooden fish in front of him, and a long and vague scripture character came out of his slightly moving mouth, as if it were tangible and integrated into the smoke, implying a mysterious meaning.

There were only five tall guards in the palace around the Zen master. They have practiced martial arts since childhood, they have strong qi and blood, and they also have a sharp blade in their hands to deter blood, in the words of the monk, ordinary ghosts are not close at all.

The others were ordered to go back to their rooms, and not to go out until dawn tomorrow.

So much so that in the huge Su Mansion, only a few lights were lit up here at this time, and the rest were cold and dead silence.

It was late at night, and even though several of the guards were strong and strong, they inevitably felt a little sleepy, and they blinked their slightly worried eyes, but they saw that the old monk was still reciting the scriptures motionlessly, as if he was never tired, thirsty, or hungry, and they could only cheer up and dare not relax.

It's just that I don't know when, the cloudy wind that used to be from time to time has stopped, a few candles are faintly burning in the forest light, and the temperature around seems to have dropped a few degrees for no reason.

A few guards around him also shivered suddenly, as if the cold wind behind them was blowing into their clothes, and goosebumps suddenly rose.

The monk who was originally sitting suddenly opened his eyes and stared ahead, the voice of chanting scriptures suddenly increased, and at the same time he took out a string of round Buddha beads from his arms and quickly plucked it in his hand.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the guards vaguely saw that there seemed to be a faint flash of golden light on the monk's body.

Realizing that something was wrong, several guards swallowed their saliva secretly, raised their minds to look at the darkness around them, and held their hands on the hilt of their swords at their waists, ready to strike at any time.

They didn't know if their martial arts were effective against ghosts, but if they had dipped the black dog's blood in a knife as instructed beforehand, it should have some effect on driving away evil spirits.

The atmosphere seemed to be slowly tense, and invisibly, a faint smell of blood spread in the air.

At this moment, a guard glanced out of the corner of his eye, but noticed that a strange figure with black hair covering his face suddenly appeared in the shadow of the bushes not far away, and a pair of vicious eyes stared at this side, and he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine instantly......

In the Du Bai room on the other side, he didn't sit and wait. Whether the monk is reliable or not is not mentioned for the time being, tonight he will also take the opportunity to find the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

After dinner, he asked his servants to bring the wild fowl he had bought to his house, along with a sharp kitchen knife and a few bowls.

The subordinate thought that he wanted to cook by himself and wanted to help, but Du Bai refused. Although the subordinate was confused, he could only follow the master's instructions and leave.

He didn't rush to do anything, and waited until the dead of night to start acting.

"Snakes, pheasants, foxes, weasels, ......" squatted in front of the cages lined up on the ground, Du Bai looked over in turn, his face was expressionless, but the kitchen knife in his hand was quite scary.

The snake's fangs had already been pulled out, so he didn't have to worry about whether he would be bitten, so let's start with it.

There were several bowls on the table, and there was a slimy black unknown liquid in them, which was a secret recipe carefully prepared by Du Bai just now, which could detect whether there was aura in the blood.

Du Bai got some snake blood and poured it into the bowl, but the liquid did not change at all.

There was no loss on his face, he just turned his gaze to the second cage, "Come on." ”

Somewhat unexpectedly, the blood of the pheasant, which seemed to be quite spiritual, did not cause any changes in the liquid.

"Shouldn't it be empty......" Du Bai muttered with some distress, and didn't believe that his luck would be so bad, gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!" ”

The third is just that little fiery fox.

When he took the blood, he could still hear its pitiful cry of "huh", and if it weren't for the quick knife in his hand, he might have let the little guy go for a moment of pity.

Carefully put the blood into the bowl, and finally the liquid that seemed to be eternal slowly changed color, and in the deep darkness, there were a few more specks of crystal starlight, like an excellent work of art, which was intoxicating.

"Not bad, not bad!" Du Bai was very satisfied.

This little fox's unexpected quality is not bad, if he hadn't been caught, he might have been a fox spirit that charmed all beings decades later.

"It's a pity...... Du Bai sighed, "you're a male fox, so I won't let you go." ”

The fox was quite human, and seemed to understand his words, and the fox's eyes revealed a desperate and sad emotion, and he drooped his little head and secretly sobbed.

I don't know if I secretly resented myself that I had an extra part......

As for the last weasel, it is unexpectedly a little spiritual, but the quality is not as good as the little fox at all, it can only be regarded as the icing on the cake.

In general, this business is not a loss.

However, spiritual animals like this are naturally smarter than ordinary animals, and they are also a little more difficult to catch. It's really a little unbelievable that Zhang Orion actually caught one by one.