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It is equivalent to saying that the soul model refers to extracting some intangible things from Uncle Qu, resentment, obsession, and so on, and then reproducing Uncle Qu has formed a subtle connection with the original Uncle Qu.

It's the first time I've heard of such an operation, but when I think about the existence of shadow spirits and mirror spirits that seem to be ghosts and ghosts, I feel that after being deeply hypnotized, it is really possible to have the memory of Uncle Qu.

Without further ado, Wang Qian proposed: "Why don't we go to the bamboo garden again." ”

The bamboo garden was almost looted by Qin Kun, but when a few people entered, they still sighed.

"It's incredible that such a small bamboo garden has a ghost village hidden in it......"

The area of the bamboo garden, less than half a football field, this place was opened up as a place for students to read in the morning, quite elegant, who would have expected it to be so eerie and treacherous at night.

Jueluo Manor is now an empty garden, there is no ghost at all, the rotten bones of the Eight Banners in the garden were scattered by Qin Kun, and the two little ghosts guarding the bamboo forest were also killed and injured, Qin Kun turned his head and looked at Guo Xiaoya who was escorted.

"Chang Chang, do you think she's still useful?"

When Guo Xiaoya heard this, she shuddered, and when she saw the eunuch behind her, she smiled suspiciously, and her whole body tightened.

"Master, it's useless to ask what you should ask."

"Kill it."

Chang Chang was stunned for a moment, and reminded: "Master, I see that you use that jar to collect ghosts......"

"She? Don't dirty my altar. ”

Guo Xiaoya used to be an evil ghost, but now she can be a powerful ghost's cultivation, a yin candle has 100 points of merit, and Qin Kun can't look down on it.

Guo Xiaoya was anxious: "Master Qin...... I would like to defect to you, my bamboo silk ghost art, has the effect of repairing the ghost body, since you raise fierce ghosts, you can't live without me! ”

Guo Xiaoya lay on the ground and begged for mercy, Qin Kun's pants were pulled, and he stepped on Guo Xiaoya's hand with his foot.

The feet, which weighed more than 1,000 catties, with surging yang energy, directly stepped on Guo Xiaoya's hand, Guo Xiaoya screamed heartbreakingly, Qin Kun kicked her face away: "I can't live without you?" Bamboo mud ghost, you also think too highly of yourself. ”

……

Linjiang City, Panlong District.

This is the site of the City God Temple.

Chenghuang Temple is also one of the few antique streets in Linjiang City, and it is located in the only temple in Linjiang City, the Good Buddha Temple.

At night, the stones, trees, and attics of the courtyard echo the bright moon in the sky, filled with Zen, but at this moment, there is a faint blood in the air.

An old monk, dressed in rags and wearing a luxurious robe of cloth hanging on his body, glared and saw that the sharp knife in his hand was dripping with blood, and there were seven or eight monk's corpses lying in the courtyard.

With sweat on his face mixed with blood, the old monk suddenly knelt on the ground, covering his face and crying bitterly.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on!!"

These dead corpses, some of them were monks on the list, some were monks in the temple, and the old monk was twitching, and suddenly heard footsteps.

Looking up, a monk appeared, pinching the Buddha beads and announcing the Buddha name.

"Kong Hui, you have broken your vows."

The corpses on the ground have long since died, and the courtyard is full of blood, and the dignified Buddhist temple is no different from the Shura Hell.

"Senior Brother Kongyun! I didn't do it, I didn't do it...... Brother...... It's really not me......" The old monk's fingers trembled, and his senior brother, Monk Kongyun, sighed: "Of course it's not you...... Kong Hui, you look back. ”

The old monk turned his head and unexpectedly saw two phantoms.

A man with a clear braid and a sneer, the tip of his nose is barbed, and his expression is gloomy. Beside him, a tall guard stood.

Monk Kongyun spoke: "Why did Your Excellency cause my junior brother to fall into the devil? I don't know what contradiction my Good Buddha Temple has with Your Excellency? ”

After Monk Kongyun finished speaking, Monk Konghui held a sharp knife and said sharply: "It turns out that there is a little ghost who is doing it!" ”

The guard touched his belly, and looked at the monk Kongyun with a thunderous laugh: "Hahahaha, there is no Buddha heart, no Buddha nature, your junior brother has a demon in his heart, why do you need my lord to come to trouble?" ”

The guard walked up to the other party, lowered his head and smiled, and patted the other party's face: "Monk Konghui, right...... The Buddhist scriptures read into the belly of the dog??? ”

"You ......!!!" Monk Konghui's chest was depressed, he spit blood, and his eyes were about to split: "The old man wants your life!" ”

"One hundred and eight eons of Buddhism, five hundred Arhats are boundless!"

"Vajra Buddha, Arhat Array!"

Monk Konghui clasped his hands together, his broken clothes bulged out without wind, his eyes turned pure white, and behind him, five hundred Arhats appeared one after another.

The guard sneered: "The battlefield is boundless and white, and the wind scorched the earth!" ”

"Beat the drums!"

Behind the armored guards and the pigtailed man, it turned into a battlefield, and then, the cemetery appeared, the white bone army crawled out of thousands of tombs, human skin as a drum, human bones as mallets, and the mirage expanded rapidly, enveloping the monk in front of him.

One drum beat, full load!

Two drums, rush to kill!

Three drums, break the formation!

The five hundred Arhats were like bubbles, and they broke as soon as they poked, and the bones in the hands of a white bone soldier smashed into the monk's head, and the monk snorted, and the seven orifices bled out.

"Waste." The mirage was withdrawn, the guards did not have a killer, and the monk Konghui couldn't believe that the Arhat Formation, which he was so proud of, was so vulnerable?

"You ......" Monk Konghui flashed sharply, and was about to rush desperately again, but was stopped by his senior brother.

Monk Kongyun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's a ghost general." ”

Monk Konghui gasped, froze for a moment, and cried loudly.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry for them, I ......"

Blood-red eyes, flashing a trace of persistence and determination, "I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!! ”

Monk Konghui reversed the tip of the knife and stabbed it into his chest.

Monk Kongyun closed his eyes, and two lines of cloudy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Blood was emerging, the guard licked the blood stains on the side of his mouth, and turned around and said, "Jue Luo, the task is complete, this old monk committed suicide, obsession should be enough." ”

After a while, a grudge came out of the monk's body, and the pigtailed man who had not spoken all this time picked up the ghost monk and said to himself, "The resentment is really enough." Put finger cuffs on him. ”

The ghost monk was struggling, and the guard slapped him in the face: "Don't dream, this little ghost still wants to kill us?" ”

A finger sleeve was forcibly put on, and the ghost monk was on fire.

"Bad karma?" Monk Kongyun exclaimed.

The pigtailed man smiled: "A little insightful." Your junior brother Buddha's heart is unstable, he went mad, and killed seven people in anger, Master Kongyun, right? Do you want to seek revenge on me? ”

Monk Kongyun pursed his lips: "Please leave your name, the poor monk will never die with you." ”

The pigtailed man laughed: "With such a big tone, I'm not afraid I'll kill you now?" ”

Monk Kongyun said: "You are afraid that I will teach the secret art of Buddhism and demons, so you don't dare to kill people for a long time." ”

"Sure enough, he is insightful. Vajra Buddha, I've seen it once, you are a branch of Folin Temple, right? After learning a little fur, I want to set up a temple to preach, but I can't do it if I can't do it, so don't be ashamed. ”

When the pigtailed man saw the ghost monk beside him, after being roasted by the turbidity of bad karma, he changed his appearance and smiled with satisfaction.

"Remember, my name is Xijueluo." The pigtailed man said, waving his hand away, and the guards also escorted the ghost and left.

If Qin Kun was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the ghost monk who had been roasted by the turbidity fire of bad karma had become the appearance of Uncle Qu, exactly the same!