As time went on, the night grew deeper.

The lights of Jiafu gradually faded from the courtyard to the pavilion, and the entire manor was plunged into darkness.

In a quiet wing room in the depths of the manor, a scholar-like monk lay quietly on a small pink bed, while the eighth child sat in the corner of the wing, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. There was no light in the wing, and the five fingers were missing, and the "woo" wind from the courtyard outside spread in the house, making the eighth child feel a chill out of thin air.

Both of them were cultivators who had achieved cultivation, so they could naturally clearly see the layout in the wings. This is a typical boudoir embroidery room, decorated with a lot of scented bags and flowers, and there is a sweet and natural taste in the air.

Facing the door was a dressing mirror table, on which were bottles and jars of rouge powder, and in the middle of the table was some red rouge powder, which looked like it had just been sprinkled, but the attic had not been inhabited for a week.

At this time, it was just night, and it was still a little short of the haunted time that Shopkeeper Jia said, and the eighth child sat there, waiting a little bored, so he talked with the scholar like a chatterbox.

"I don't know if you can know about Qingzhou? I came from Haozhou, and as soon as I arrived here, my strength was lowered a bit, and I don't know why. ”

"I also have hearsay, and I don't know much about it. Legend has it that more than 3,000 years ago, an unknown strong man for the empress to protect the way, falls, after the empress became enlightened, thinking of the original protector, he carved a large Luo array in Qingzhou, suppressing the strength of the people in the array, to ensure that the party is peaceful. ”

"Do you know where the protector comes from? Why does the empress miss it? ”

"The origin of the protector is mysterious, how can I know that I am a little qi cultivator, but according to legend, that person is the same as the empress, he is also the reincarnation of a great power, and the cultivation time is less than a year, he once took the empress deep into the ghost snake, and killed a ghost king to protect the way, it is said that the ancestral hall of Shangxuanzong still has a portrait of his old man, and even the previous sect masters of Shenxiao Sect will go to visit."

The eighth "Ao" sounded, and then stopped talking, the corners of his mouth were torn apart in an exaggerated arc, but he still retained a little dignity, and he didn't laugh out loud on the spot.

Hey, being praised by an honest kid is so sour.

The scholar glanced at the monk's distorted face strangely, if he hadn't felt the yin qi, he might have thought that the old monk had been ghosted.

This old monk is really pitiful, a lot of people are still messing around in the world when they are old, and it is estimated that his cultivation is lower than himself. Well, if this monk encounters danger for a while, let's pull him.

Waiting and waiting, the night gradually deepened, and the cry of the female ghost never came, just when the two thought that they would spend it safely tonight, a miserable scream suddenly sounded in the sky above Jiafu.

The moment the screams came, the eighth and the scholar turned into two afterimages, rushed out of the attic, and flew away in the direction where the screams came.

The female ghost still appeared after all.

After a few breaths, the eighth child and the scholar came to the thatched house in the corner of the courtyard at the same time, the thatched house was full of gloomy air, and the faint laughter of a woman came from inside, and the voice of the man who made a miserable scream disappeared.

A group of guards also rushed to the courtyard after the two of them, all of them surrounded the hut with bright knives, guns and sticks, but none of them dared to go over to check the situation.

The eighth child and the scholar glanced at each other, and then they started to move.

Lao Ba did not use the ghostly flame claw, but chanted words in his mouth, and the golden light began to emerge from his body, and the golden light became more and more intense as time passed, and a golden Buddha more than two meters high actually walked out of Lao Ba's body, holding a golden Zen stick and smashing it towards the toilet.

That was the only method that Lao Ba mastered during his lifetime - contemplating Buddha. The key to the Dharma is to look at the Buddha's true image and use the Dharma to possess the Buddha. The eighth child has not even visualized a fart for a lifetime, the essence of the light is the avenue of light, and the true intention of the Bright Buddha, he actually visualized a golden Buddha for him in a few days, temporarily acting as a simple means to fool others.

As for the scholar's movements, it was much simpler, he just pulled out the sword from behind his back, slashed it into the palm of his hand, staining the sword body with his blood, and then slashed at the latrine.

A blood-drenched sword and a golden-shining ancient Buddha smashed into the small latrine almost at the same time, and with a "boom", the latrine turned into a pile of ruins, and a bloody light shot out from the ruins, rushing towards a group of guards nearby, and submerged into the body of a sturdy guard in the electric light and stone fire.

The whole guard trembled violently, his eyes became strangely red, he turned around and glanced in the direction of the eighth child and the scholar, he seemed to see that the scholar's strength was weak, and he threw himself at the scholar with a strange scream.

The speed of the guards possessed by the female ghost was extremely fast, and even the scholar's flying sword was not stopped, but although the golden Buddha of the eighth child was only a boring experiment for the first time, his strength was not weak, and he intercepted the guard in mid-air and slapped the guard out with one palm.

For an ordinary good hand in the rivers and lakes, this palm should have smashed it, but the body of the guard possessed by the female ghost was unusually strong, but the neck was broken by a palm, and a trace of blood flew out of the guard's body and flew towards the nearby guard again.

Without Lao Ba's reminder, the surrounding guards had already scattered and fled, and although the blood light was extremely fast, they were still surrounded by the golden runes that kept floating out of the golden Buddha's body.

The female ghost struggled violently in the golden cage floating in mid-air, and the piercing screams reverberated in the courtyard of the Jia family's mansion for a long time.

The scholar stood in the corner of the courtyard, looking at the hideous ghost in the cage in horror.

He dared to come to Jia's house to catch ghosts, naturally he was not only a little monk at the fourth level of Qi training, he also had an identity, that is, a mysterious spirit catcher.

The spirit catcher relies on his own blood to fight against ghosts, and he is born to restrain all kinds of evil spirits, so he has a very keen sense of ghosts, just at a glance, he can see that the female ghost in the cage is a powerful ghost soldier who only practices the seventh-layer realm of qi, even if he is slashed by his blood sword, he will not be hit hard.

But in the cage that the old monk had made, it was like being put on the fire, and the shouts were pitiful and miserable. After a while, the sound of the ghosts shouting completely stopped.

The golden cage was removed, and it was already empty, and the powerful ghosts of the high-level Qi cultivation were actually burned into ashes in that golden light cage.

The scholar's eyes blinked and blinked, as if he couldn't believe it, but although he was not the main force, he also played a role in assisting, and the remuneration would still be there, and it would definitely be a little smaller than what he had talked about before.