"Let's go."

Ming Junrui and Yang Yiqing turned around and left the South China Dao League, at this moment, the South China Dao League did not turn on the lights, the huge area, there were no lights at all, all the offices were black, the South China Dao League sent most of the Yin people out to support the Yunya City branch, and only some clerks were left to deal with the documents.

......

"Why are there so many of these ghosts?"

"It is estimated that they were caught by Huang Tiandao and released all here, there is a bit of a headache, these yin spirits seem to have been locked up for too long, so they are all raging now."

The yellow talismans in the hands of Zi Beyu and the two of them are constantly decreasing, these are just made ghost collection talismans, most of these yin spirits are not powerful ghosts, but very ordinary yin souls, which can be reincarnated in six ways, if they are all scattered, then this yin virtue will be very damaged.

"Do you feel a thing?"

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Kongwen seemed to remember something.

"What's the matter?"

"Could there be too many Yin people around here?"

"What?"

Zi Beyu looked around and found that there were a lot of Yin people gathered in this vicinity, some Yin people Zi Beyu had also seen, they were Yin people in the South China Dao League, and the South China Dao League photographed so many people coming?

"Dude." Zi Beyu grabbed the person next to him, "Why are you here?" ”

"The Lord of the Mo Alliance said that the situation here is critical, it is indeed very critical, there are so many ghosts, you can't catch them."

"Mo Xinghai?"

The two glanced at each other, and suddenly, Zi Beyu seemed to sense that something was wrong, in his memory, Mo Xinghai was a very shrewd person, it was impossible to do these things that wasted manpower and time, although there were indeed a lot of yin spirits here, but ten senior yin people were enough to deal with this scene, why did he send nearly a hundred people over? There are less than 1,000 Yin people in the South China Dao League, what's going on?

"I feel like something is wrong in there."

Zi Beyu immediately took out his mobile phone, found Mo Xinghai's phone number, and dialed it, but the other party showed a busy line. There was no way, Zi Beyu could only hang up the phone, and then call Mo Wei, the strange thing is that Mo Wei's phone was not answered for a long time.

"It's over, something happened."

Zi Beyu and Xuanyuan Kongwen immediately ran back to the car and drove back to Wuling City directly.

......

"Mo family, is it really a person who can't fight?"

Yang Yiqing was bare at the moment, his refined muscles looked like a unique sensory impact in the moonlight, and opposite him, Mo Wei was half-kneeling on the ground, his left hand hanging down weakly, while his right hand was holding a short dagger, and warm blood slowly flowed down his forehead.

"What the hell do you have in mind!?"

Although he was out of breath, Mo Wei's momentum was not low at all, and he stared at the two people in front of him.

"Intentions? As a protective umbrella, the Mo family is really in the way, and if we want to change, we must first start with your Mo family. ”

"Change? For the sake of change, can you unleash ten thousand ghosts to invade our Mo family? ”

"Aggression? Not to mention aggression, young man, these things are the necessities of war, and your sacrifice will also be remembered in the war. ”

"War?"

Mo Wei was slightly stunned, but Yang Yiqing obviously didn't give him time to continue asking, only to see Yang Yiqing rushing directly towards Mo Wei, raising his leg to Mo Wei's head and preparing to kill him with one blow!

"Amitabha. Why did the benefactor do such a fatal hand? ”

Just when he was about to kick the ink tree, suddenly, there were dozens of sounds of breaking the air from a distance, Yang Yiqing was stunned, forcibly retracted his actions in the air, and turned around to avoid the dozens of sounds, but these sounds were a little scattered, even if he tried his best to dodge, he only dodged part of it, and the remaining part hit Yang Yiqing's body directly, these things were actually Buddha beads. The Buddha bead was firmly embedded in Yang Yiqing's epidermis, and traces of blood were left from the wound.

"Where did the monk come from?"

When Yang Yiqing completely stood firm, he looked up and found that there was actually a monk standing next to Mo Wei, the monk was wearing a simple robe, with his hands folded and his eyes closed.

"Poor monks are everywhere."

"Buddhism?"

"Exactly."

"Why do you care about my Taoism?"

"The Buddha Daoben family." The monk said indifferently, "Besides, the donor is not a Taoist person, the donor is a demon, and it is an existence that my Buddhism and Taoism cannot tolerate." ”

"I'm a demon?" Yang Yiqing seemed to have heard some of the funniest jokes, "If I were a demon, you would have died a long time ago." ”

"The human life in the hands of the donor has been missing?"

The monk opened his eyes, and a pair of brown pupils looked indifferently at Yang Yiqing in front of him.

"In that case, I might as well have one more life for you."

Yang Yiqing laughed, and rushed directly to the monk when he started, and the moment he started, all the beads on his body fell down.

"Amitabha, killing intent is too heavy. The poor monk used to be a donor, and I advised the donor to be kind. ”

"Get out!"

Yang Yiqing rushed in front of the monk and punched the monk in the face. The monk was indifferent, raised his hand to block, and actually caught Yang Yiqing's fist, Yang Yiqing was stunned, why is this thin-looking monk so muscular?

"Countering violence with violence."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, his whole person's breath was completely different, not moving like a mountain, moving like thunder! I saw him take a horse step, and the other hand directly hit Yang Yiqing's abdomen, Yang Yiqing was in pain, and when he wanted to escape, he was clutched by the monk, and the monk quickly withdrew his fist, turned around and pulled Yang Yiqing's arm, threw him to the ground, and then kicked him away.

"I am compassionate."

After doing all this, the monk withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name. As for Yang Yiqing, he was kicked to the side and couldn't get up after holding his stomach for half a day.

"Monk, who the hell are you?"

Mo Wei wiped the blood on his forehead, and looked coldly at the monk in front of him, this monk is different from those Buddhas and Taoists, the moment he broke out just now, Mo Wei saw the evil qi, this cannot be the breath that a monk who eats fasting and recites scriptures all day long.

"Amitabha, a poor monk is a poor monk, but he has been favored by the Mo family for a few years, and today he saw that the Mo family was in trouble, so he helped."

The monk did not answer his question, but faced the Mo family, bowed deeply, then sat down cross-legged and began to chant the scriptures. Mo Yu was stunned for a moment, watched Yang Yiqing, who was originally lying on his stomach, get up, glanced at them, and then limped away.

When Mo Wei wanted to pursue, he was stopped by the monk.

"Donor, poor Kou Mo chase, this person is not ordinary, with the ability of the donor, I am afraid that if you go up, you will be sent to death."

"So you can help me."

"The poor monk just came to repay the favor, not a vassal of the Mo family, and your Mo family is already in a hurry, the ghost of Huang Tiandao has not been completely repulsed, donor, as the future head of the Mo family, how can you sacrifice your roots."

The monk's words woke up Mo Wei, and Mo Wei hurriedly ran to the Mo family, although he couldn't do anything now, but this didn't stop him from going back to help, there were many women and children here, if something happened, the roots of the Mo family would be broken there.

"The Mo family is destined to have this catastrophe, and the stars of the Mo family are also time to shine. Master Mo Xinghai, the poor monk can only help you get here. ”

The monk sighed, closed his eyes, took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms, and began to chant the scriptures, if someone approached, he would definitely be able to hear clearly, what the monk was reading, he was reading the "Dizang Sutra", which seemed to be sending the dead souls of the Mo family to be reincarnated in peace.

......

Zi Beyu and the others, who rushed back to Wuling City overnight, did not rest, but went straight to the South China Dao League. However, by the time they arrived, it was already surrounded by police. Zi Beyu's heart was pulled up without a beating, looking at the long cordon, I don't know why, he suddenly panicked, very scared to go in, he felt that he had suddenly lost something very important in his heart, and that sense of loss filled his heart.

"What's wrong? What's going on here? ”

"Let's go and ask."

In the end, Zi Beyu got out of the car and came to the cordon.

"Hello, please do not approach any unrelated personnel."

"We're also from the city bureau."

Seeing that Zi Beyu's mental state was not very good, Xuanyuan Kongwen hesitated for a moment, and then showed his and Zi Beyu's documents, and the policeman who blocked the scene took a look, pulled up the cordon, and put the two inside.

There were a lot of corpses here, and the corpses were very horrific in their deaths, some of their arms were twisted into a strange angle, and each corpse had been hit violently, and the bleeding abounded.

Zi Buyu didn't dare to look at it anymore, he walked forward a little confused, and then came to the office he was most familiar with, looking at the closed wooden door, and Li Ming standing at the door.

"Don't speak, you, it's better not to go in." Li Ming saw Zi Beyu coming, and couldn't help but speak.

"Open the door."

"You, or ....."

"I said open the door!" Zi Beyu rudely interrupted Li Ming's words, Li Ming sighed, and motioned to the criminal police next to him to open the closed wooden door.

"Open the door."

"Crunch."

The door opened, revealing the situation inside, and Zi Beyu saw the middle and was stunned.

There's one more shift this afternoon

(End of chapter)