The male corpse felt that Ye Zhengyang was not easy to deal with, and turned around stiffly to escape.

"Humph!"

Ye Zhengyang snorted coldly and said, "Want to run? ”

"It's better to be prepared to bear the wrath of the Dao Master!"

Ye Zhengyang said that his palms were slightly open, and he silently recited the law in his mouth, only to see a rune paper appear in his hand, and the rune paper spontaneously combusted without fire, and then flew out of Ye Zhengyang's hand.

The speed of the rune paper was very fast, and it caught up with the male corpse after only three sucks, and immediately burned the male corpse.

The male corpse let out a terrible scream and rolled on the ground.

Suddenly, a faint figure floated out of the man's corpse.

Ye Zhengyang's eyes froze, and he shouted, "Do you still want to run?" ”

Ye Zhengyang patted the Soul Detention Tower on his waist as he spoke, and an old ghost flew out.

"Destroy him!"

Hearing Ye Zhengyang's order, the old ghost cheered, grabbed the fleeing soul in the blink of an eye, opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"No, give my son back ..............."

Seeing Ye Zhengyang burn the male corpse to ashes, Liu Po screamed and crawled in the direction of the male corpse.

"Dao Chief, spare your life!"

At this time, Grandma suddenly knelt down to Ye Zhengyang.

Ye Zhengyang looked at Grandma and found that this Grandma didn't even have the cultivation of a first-class Taoist, she was just a goddess in a small mountain village.

However, as a cultivator, she could not be forgiven by Ye Zhengyang for doing such a tragic thing.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhengyang planned to abolish her cultivation, so as not to harm people in the future.

"Amitabha!"

Just as Ye Zhengyang was about to make a move, a Buddha horn suddenly came from outside the mountain pass, and then a bald monk about seventy years old wearing a yellow robe walked in.

"Donor, as a cultivator, you actually raise such a yin thing, which is against the harmony of heaven, and the poor monk will accept him on your behalf!"

As the monk spoke, he recited a Buddhist verse in his mouth, and a "swastika" character flew out and flew towards the old ghost.

"Don't!"

Suddenly, the old ghost let out a frightened scream.

Just when the light and shadow power of the word "swastika" hit the old ghost, a sword suddenly came, cutting out the light and shadow of the word "swastika", and then Ye Zhengyang flashed in front of the old monk.

It turned out that Ye Zhengyang used the seven-star sword to rescue the old ghost from the old monk at a critical moment.

Ye Zhengyang waved his hand and summoned the old ghost back to the Soul Detention Tower.

The old ghost in the Soul Detention Tower has been with Ye Zhengyang for more than ten years, and the relationship is already very deep, and it will be distressing to lose one.

Ye Zhengyang glared at the old monk angrily and asked, "Great monk, you are not cultivating in the temple, why do you want to meddle in mortal affairs?" ”

"Amitabha!"

The old monk folded his hands, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and said: "The poor monk is the abbot of Weituo Temple with three precepts, and he watched the sky at night, and found that the yin things were rampant here, but he didn't expect it to be a Taoist friend who raised the yin soul. ”

"It's better to advise Daoists to stop, so as not to make mistakes!"

"His second uncle!"

Suddenly, Liu Po lay next to the ashes of the male corpse and shouted to the Sanjie monk: "This man killed your nephew, and you still don't take revenge?" ”

"Sister-in-law!"

The Sanjie monk sighed and said, "My nephew is dead, so he should go to the underworld to be reincarnated, why do you still stay in the yang world?" ”

"Humph!"

Liu Po endured the pain and cried: "Xiaofei is the only seedling of the Liu family, don't you know that the boy can't be reincarnated when he dies, and he wants to marry in the dark?" ”

"You just watched Xiao Fei being beaten to pieces by him?"

"How can you be worthy of the ancestors of the Liu family, and how can you be worthy of your dead brother?"

As she spoke, Liu Po slapped the ground and began to cry and shout, and the foul words in her mouth kept popping out, making the Sanjie monk frown frequently, and kept chanting the Buddha's name in her heart.

"Amitabha!"

The three precepts put their hands together and issued a deafening Buddha name.

Liu Po, who was still crying, suddenly stopped crying, and Grandma sat on the ground in shock.

Qi Hanbing, who was taking care of Ouyang Lan, felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and a strong feeling of vomiting filled his entire chest.

Even the villagers standing at the mouth of the mountain pass were so shocked that their eardrums "buzzed".

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

It turned out that the monk of the three precepts used the Buddhist exercise "Lion's Roar Gong", coupled with its profound skills, all the people present were shocked on the spot.

Especially Ye Zhengyang and Qi Hanbing, who were closest to him, bore the brunt.

Ye Zhengyang didn't feel anything, but he was bitter Qi Hanbing.

Just when Qi Hanbing couldn't hold on and was about to be injured by Sanjie's "Lion's Roar", Ye Zhengyang suddenly spoke out and suppressed Sanjie's "Lion's Roar".

I only heard Ye Zhengyang say: "As the saying goes, Buddhism regards all living beings as equal and pays attention to compassion. ”

"And you use Buddhist stunts to hurt people, this is what you do as the abbot of Veda Temple?"

"Sharp teeth!"

Suddenly, the monk of the three precepts raised his palm, touched his shiny bald head with his right hand, and said, "I read that you are also a cultivator, so just take those yin things for you." ”

"I didn't expect you to scatter the soul of my nephew, so that my Liu family lost the incense."

"It's bearable, it's unbearable, it seems that the old man has to have a fight with you."

In fact, now the Sanjie monk is also a little weak, he looks young Ye Zhengyang, but he didn't expect to be a master, and he broke his "Lion's Roar" that he had been obsessed with for more than ten years with a wave of his hand, it seems that this person should not be underestimated.

Ye Zhengyang has seen the Yuanzhen of the Wutai Mountain Zen Precept Academy, which is a real enlightened monk, in order to seal the ghosts, he did not hesitate to set himself on fire and die, leaving his heart and skull to set up a seal.

Now I see this three-precept monk again, nominally the abbot of Weituo Temple in Tianyan Mountain, but for his own personal vendetta, he is going to fight indiscriminately, where is there still a monk's appearance?

However, Ye Zhengyang was relieved when he thought about it, Buddhism is the same as Taoism, and Taoism has some evil cultivators and demons who kill living beings for their own selfishness, such as Taiyi is a good example.

There are thousands of Buddhist disciples, and it is inevitable that there will be some monks who are not worthy of the name.

"Good!"

Thinking of this, Ye Zhengyang pulled a sword flower with the seven-star sword in his hand, and said: "Since the great monk is going to have a fight with Poor Dao, Poor Dao will come to see what you are capable of living in Weituo Temple!" ”

"Amitabha!"

Sanjie clasped his hands together, released a fierce light in his eyes, and said, "It's better for the donor to report his name!" ”

"Lest you be the nameless lonely soul!"

"Huh"

Ye Zhengyang sneered and said, "Sanjie thief bald, don't be coy here, your mind can be hidden from others, how can you hide it from me!" ”

"Poor Dao Long Kui, it's a loose cultivator, even if you are killed, no one will seek revenge on you!"

"Don't talk nonsense, do it if you want to!"

"Rampant!"

Sanjie shouted, took out a handle and a one-foot-long shovel from his waist, and then twisted his hands on his handle, stretching the shovel by more than a meter.

I saw that Sanjie was dancing in his hand, and a strong air flow blew on Ye Zhengyang's face, blowing his hair endlessly.

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