"Definitely!"

As the Hanging Master stretched out his hand and pointed, the monk's robe bulged, and the Venus in the sky was fixed in the air and slowly disappeared.

After doing all this, the monk collected the Dharma, handed over the gorgeous scepter embedded with the seven treasures of Buddhism in the hands of his disciples, turned around and walked up the steps, and the big-bellied mayor immediately greeted him and said:

"Master has worked hard, please take a seat!"

Directly facing the empty hanging monk to his seat, at this time a little monk brought a silver plate, on which was placed a white towel, the empty hanging monk picked up the towel and gently wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, put down the towel, the little monk bent down and stepped aside.

"It's too pretty!"

Ye Chen turned his head and saw that the old man-like Shenhan was muttering in a low voice with envy, Shenhan generally refers to the use of side door spells such as witch cups, and cultivators who do not have a specific teacher generally have some strange but vicious spells, the male is called Shenhan, and the female is called Shenmao.

Don't look at the cultivation is not very good, but some of the spells are still very powerful sometimes, and the most important thing is that this kind of person is very hostile to some cultivators with serious inheritance.

Seeing Ye Chen looking over, the divine man's face turned into a smile of envy, and he asked:

"The little brother looks very raw, where did he come from?"

Ye Chen bowed and said nonchalantly:

"From the south, go to the north."

Although this Shenhan is smiling, his soul far beyond ordinary people can detect the malice under Shenhan's smile, obviously in the eyes of Shenhan, he dares to go out of the world at such a young age, and he must be the kind of serious inheritance, which makes him very jealous.

He obviously didn't want to say more, but Shenhan could hear it, so he didn't continue, just smiled and turned around to talk to the fake Taoist priest.

At this time, the monk has been welcomed by the mayor to the main seat and sat down, even the mayor is willing to sit down, stretch out his hand to pick up a cup of tea on the tray brought by the disciple, take a mouthful of gargle, spit in a silver basin, and then pick up another cup of tea, and take a sip elegantly, that posture... Ye Chen, don't look over it and pretend that you didn't see it.

This empty monk was very arrogant, and he didn't bother to communicate with other people at all, and the fake Taoist priest also stepped forward to pat himself on the back, and he didn't even look at it.

The other monks have seen it, Ye Chen first came, it may be that fire talisman in his hand that made him look at it, and said:

"Little Taoist, seeing that you have been out of the school at such a young age, you want to come to the teacher to become famous, the ghosts you have to deal with today are not trivial, be careful later, just watch from behind, and accumulate some experience."

Ye Chen glanced at the empty monk in surprise, this sentence was quite kind, after thinking about it carefully, it should be that he thought that he was a teacher from a sect with a serious inheritance, so he wanted to make a good fate.

Just like Shenhan doesn't like sect cultivators with serious inheritance, the empty hanging monk doesn't like wild cultivation like Shenhan, but if it is a sect with a serious inheritance, even if he has just come out, he will look up to him and be willing to make friends.

"Looks like I'm off to a good start!"

He also had a smile on his face, and arched his hand to the monk hanging in the air:

"Then it's up to the master later!"

Everyone has given kindness, Ye Chen is not brainless and scolds others, and there is no reason to disgust, the empty monk is not bad, he just likes to pretend to be forced and dislikes the poor and loves the rich, this is a kind of human nature, and he will not hate it because of this.

He chatted with the empty monk here, and the malice in the eyes of the god on the other side became more and more strong, Ye Chen's eyes glanced at him, and he was secretly paying attention.

People are so strange, obviously they didn't provoke him, but just because of some inexplicable reasons, they don't like you, and they want to kill each other if they are vicious.

chatting with the empty hanging monk about some anecdotes, although Ye Chen has not been in this world for long, he has seen too much of the world he has seen, and he can bluff the empty hanging monk by making it up casually, and even the mayor and the other people are very curious to listen.

He couldn't cry or laugh a little, drank a cup of tea and was about to say a chat, when suddenly a crisp bell came from outside Yizhuang, everyone was stunned, and the empty monk stood up and stretched out his hand, shouting:

"Bring the staff!"

Immediately, a disciple handed the Seven Treasures Tin Staff to him, threw it to the ground, and shouted:

"Array!"

Each of the eight disciples held an iron rod and formed a strange formation, waiting for the battle.

And the others are also getting ready, and what is funny is that the fake Taoist priest actually took out a bowl and filled a bowl with black dog blood, which is also speechless.

At this time, the two big men guarding the gate of Yizhuang had retreated, protecting the pale face in front of the trembling mayor, who was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand at this time, and there were still a few talismans on his body, but although the two big men were also nervous, they were quite calm.

Ye Chen sighed, took out two evil talismans from his pocket and handed them to the two big men:

"This is an evil talisman that can dispel ordinary ghost energy, you just need to stay by the mayor's side, don't rush up."

The two of them held the talisman and kept nodding:

"Thank you, thank you."

Pulling out the Thunder Splitting Mahogany Sword from his back, Ye Chen took a step forward and walked to the edge of the steps, and saw a stream of black gas pouring in from the door of Yizhuang, and the bell hanging on the outer line of the door rang non-stop, this was specially used for warning, once a foreign object approached and touched, the bell would ring loudly.

The black gas poured in and spread rapidly, and soon enveloped nearly half of Yizhuang, and the Dharma platform placed in the center was shrouded in black mist, and the candlelight immediately shook continuously as if it was about to be blown out.

Fortunately, this red candle is specially made, and it will not be extinguished even on a rainy day, so that it will not be extinguished by the yin qi.

As the black fog spread, in the misty black fog, a heavy footstep knocked on everyone's hearts like a drum, Ye Chen didn't do anything, but the mayor who was just an ordinary person behind him was already covering his chest with his hands extremely uncomfortable.

"Amitabha!"

The loud Buddha name of the Hanging Master was swept like a warm current, and his heartbeat suddenly returned to normal, but Ye Chen's solemn face did not recover.

Just the sound of footsteps has such power, and the strength of this transformed zombie is somewhat strong.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the solemn face of the air suspension master, fortunately he was not alone, there were so many helpers who could help him share at least half of the pressure, and with them to block it, whether it was a ghost or a zombie, he could easily deal with the remaining one.

Soon the footsteps appeared from the mist, a zombie wearing tattered robes, but with a blue face and black eyes, the dark eyes turned stiffly, and let out a roar that was not like a human voice, and his feet bent, popped out violently, and flew directly over the altar of the offering table and pounced on the empty hanging monk disciples who formed a magic circle.

"Formation, fight!"

The eight people swung their canes at the same time, and the eight iron rods hit the zombies that pounced, making a muffled 'bang'.

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