Fortunately, it was quite peaceful at night, and no one came to make trouble.

The next morning, after Ye Zhiqiu meditated and practiced, he and Liu Xue went to the cemetery five miles away in the southwest to take a look at the terrain.

This is the agreed battlefield, of course, to see first.

The cemetery is on a high slope, covering an area of two or three acres, surrounded by woods. Looking beyond the woods, the mountains are surrounded by water.

It's off the beaten track, but it's a great place to make a date.

"The genius of Jiangnan, the general of Jiangbei, the loess of Shaanxi is buried in the emperor......" Ye Zhiqiu looked around and said: "Judging from feng shui, there may be a big tomb in the soil layer under this high slope. ”

"What, do you want to rob the tomb?" Liu Xue said with a smile.

"If you can't spend all the money, why are you robbing tombs? I'm just going to talk about it. Ye Zhiqiu laughed, and said: "In the cemetery and the surrounding woods, I don't see any arrangement, this red and white rakshasa plans to compete with me with his bare hands?" ”

"Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come, they will definitely have something to show you." Liu Xue said.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and ordered the three ghost boys: "The three of you stay here, monitor closely, and see if there are any people who come here to make formation arrangements." ”

The ghost boy received the order, scattered in the woods, and monitored separately.

Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue walked around the periphery of the woods again, and then returned to the farmhouse.

There was nothing to say during the day, and she was also taking Youlan and Su Zhen with her to provide them with 'yang energy', and Liu Xue continued to deduce the Qimen formation.

In the blink of an eye, it was night again.

The three ghost boys took turns to report that the area around the cemetery was very peaceful, and they didn't see any people from the magic sect coming.

Ye Zhiqiu was a little suspicious, who did this red and white Rakshasa invite, so calm?

At eleven o'clock in the night, Ye Zhiqiu and Liu Xue set off, still taking Xiao Tai Sui Qin Mao and Su Zhen Youlan to the cemetery together.

When I came to the cemetery, I still couldn't see a single figure.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled: "This red and white rakshasa won't let me go with pigeons, right?" tricked us into coming to the cemetery, but they themselves avoided it, and even ran back to Jiuhua Mountain? ”

"No, they will come." Liu Xue said.

Before I knew it, another half an hour had passed.

Tan Simei suddenly came to report: "Boss, the red and white rakshasa is here, and a few old monks are on the path on the west side of the woods." ”

"Sure enough, there are helpers, I don't know who these old monks are." Ye Zhiqiu smiled, walked out of the woods, and looked west.

The red and white rakshasas happened to walk to the edge of the woods, followed by three old monks.

The three old monks were all wearing red sleeveless monk robes, tall and strong, with big beards and dark skin, and they were not Chinese!

One of the monks carried a bamboo basket on his back.

Tianzhu monk?

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned, why did the red and white rakshasa bring a few Ah San monks over?

The Red Rakshasa grimaced and said, "Ye Zhiqiu, we're here!" ”

"Coming?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled and asked, "What does it mean to bring a few Tianzhu Asan monks over?" ”

The leading monk Ah San actually understood Ye Zhiqiu's words, glared twice, and said in Chinese: "I heard that you have some skills, let's learn about it!" ”

"Teach me what I can do, I'm afraid you'll have to pay some tuition." Ye Zhiqiu sneered, looked at the red and white rakshasas, and asked again: "Is Tianzhu Asan fighting with me tonight, or are you two sisters fighting with me, or are you going to fight together?" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go together, you also go together, life or death!" Red Rakshasa said.

"Okay, please!" Ye Zhiqiu turned around, walked through the woods, and walked back to the cemetery.

The red and white rakshasas did not say a word, and also took the three Tianzhu monks to the cemetery.

It was the middle of the night, and there was silence.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the red and white rakshasa coldly and said, "Let's draw a line." ”

The white rakshasa didn't say a word, and clasped his palms at the three Tianzhu monks.

The monk with the bamboo basket on his back did not say a word, walked between the three tombs, put the basket down, and opened the lid.

Then the monk took a piccolo from his waist, sat cross-legged, and blew.

Ye Zhiqiu was happy, and smiled at the red and white rakshasas: "I said the red and white rakshasas, don't you want to perform a belly dance for me, and invite Tianzhu Asan to play the flute to accompaniment?" ”

"Less nonsense." Red Rakshasa glared.

The sound of the flute was melodious, and I saw that inside the open back basket, a rope the thickness of a baby's arm stretched out, swimming like a snake, rising towards the sky!

"Tianzhu Tongtian rope?" Liu Xue frowned.

The rope to heaven is a trick of the Tianzhu Kingdom, some say it is magic, some say it is magic.

When the performer plays the flute on one side, the rope in the bamboo basket will emerge and rise to the sky and burrow into the clouds. For further performances, there will be children who climb up the rope.

In the Huaxia Kingdom, there are also records of this spell.

It is said that during the Qing Dynasty, there was a prisoner in a big prison who performed a show for the prison officer and raised a rope into the sky. Then the prisoner climbed up the rope, and climbed and crawled, and then he went up to heaven and disappeared.

Only then did the prison officers understand that Ya used a magic show to escape from prison!

Now, what the Tianzhu monks perform is this kind of magic or spell.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't cry or laugh, and couldn't help but say: "Red and White Rakshasa, you asked the third brother of Tianzhu to perform magic, what do you mean?" ”

"It's not magic, it's magic." The Red Rakshasa glared and said, "Master Tianzhu is building a ladder to lure the Buddha down and clean up your Daomen demon!" ”

Ye Zhiqiu laughed: "When your Buddha comes down, do you still need to take a ladder to pick him up?" Could it be that the Buddha was too old and had trouble with his hands and feet? Do you want to send a stretcher up and carry the Buddha down? ”

The red and white rakshasas glared at Ye Zhiqiu, and they were speechless.

At this time, the rope had risen to a height of more than two zhang, and it continued to rise, gradually surpassing the top of the tree.

Ye Zhiqiu watched coldly from the side, but he didn't find the mystery.

Some people decrypt the rope of Tianzhu, thinking that the rope is hollow, and there is a person hidden under the bamboo basket, and he uses a steel pipe to push into the rope and lift it up little by little.

But Ye Zhiqiu seems that the performance in front of him does not have the conditions for cheating.

Liu Xue seemed to know Ye Zhiqiu's thoughts, and whispered in her ear: "There is spiritual power at the upper end of the rope, this is not magic, it is a spell......

Ye Zhiqiu nodded slightly and continued to watch.

"Fortune at first sight ......"

"The world is peaceful ......"

Suddenly, the trumpet sounded, and black and white impermanence floated from the east and west directions at the same time, and stood on the two tombs with a grin.

The red and white rakshasas were taken aback, each holding a soft rope, and shouted, "What the hell are you? ”

Black Impermanence grinned: "The black and white impermanence of the underworld has seen two masters of Buddhism." I heard that you are fighting with Maoshan Ye Daoyou tonight, we are here to watch the battle, and the two don't help each other, everyone has no opinion, right? ”

The red rakshasa changed color and glared at Ye Zhiqiu: "Ye Zhiqiu, did you invite black and white impermanence to fight with us?" (2nd Update)