The four ghost slaves went straight out of the window on the second floor.

The ghost monk followed closely behind, and Bai Changsheng stood in front of the window, watching the battle on the second floor.

At this time, the group of people holding torches outside were the officers and soldiers of the local government, led by the prefect of Xinzhou, who was sitting on a high horse, brushing his beard and eyebrows.

The age can be seen to be very big, this Xinzhou prefect is muddy and unconscious, dressed as a scholar, and has a blue and white silk silk pinned to his waist to show his name.

He wore an official hat on his head, and a scarf made of bearskin, making the neck, which was not very slender, look like it was half short.

Originally, he received a message saying that there were thieves here, and the prefect of Xinzhou brought a group of people to capture the enemy, but unexpectedly turned over from the window and got so four people.

These four heroes knew at first sight that they were martial arts masters, and the prefect of Xinzhou was shocked, and waved his hand to order the officers and soldiers to prepare to meet the enemy.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, catch these donkey balls."

That voice is like a dirt dog with a bad voice, which makes people have no good impression of this person.

It's even more strange, I don't ask who it is, I don't ask the reason, this prefect is going to arrest Bai Changsheng and others, this is still polite?

When a group of officers and soldiers heard the old man explain why they dared to slack off, the official knives were all pulled out of their sheaths.

"Wow!"

A group of people rushed forward like bandits fighting.

How do they know who they are facing, only to see Chen Henian hiding the wind in his two palms, containing an incomparable evil aura to meet the enemy.

Before the force of the front push was used, several officers and soldiers in the front row had already been swept to the ground.

Swallow Wang San followed, stepped and bent down, and with a move, the swallow swept the water, jumped up, stepped on the head of an officer and soldier, and the man suddenly crooked.

Knock knock!

Swallow Wang San is like a demon spirit possessed by a swallow, constantly bursting above the heads of officers and soldiers, making people unguardable.

The two knives are impermanent, and the two knives dare not be polite, and the kung fu of one dozen eyes has already overturned three or four good players, but they were almost injured by the gullizha with the sledgehammer.

Bai Changsheng was secretly frightened, in the end, he was still a descendant of a foreign race, and no one could stop him wherever he went with a gilded black steel sledgehammer, and he really made people mistakenly think that it was the black whirlwind Li Kui who came here.

This made the ghost monk worry-free, and he wanted to come down to help, but it was not his turn to make a move, and this group of people had already been planted on the ground with three times and five divided by two.

The prefect of Xinzhou's eyes were cloudy, and he only saw a black pressure in front of him, and his head was shaking, and he didn't know exactly what happened.

When he squinted his eyes, he saw that the group he had brought was all invincible, lying on the ground, their faces distorted.

Where did these four masters come from?

The prefect of Xinzhou's face turned white, and he almost didn't fall off his horse, and when he saw this situation, he knew that his side was defeated, and he just wanted to retreat quickly and go back to move the rescuers.

Where would the ghost monk give him this opportunity, seeing that the old man was about to flee for his life, the ghost monk kicked a stone from under his feet, and then swept it, and the stone flew out.

I only heard a snapping sound, and then the sparse horses neighed, and the horses of the Xinzhou prefect had already fallen to the ground.

The prefect of Xinzhou fell to the ground, which made his already not very strong bones almost fall apart.

"Ouch!"

The prefect of Xinzhou was lying on the ground rubbing his buttocks, with a frightened face, looking at the big monk who was approaching step by step, and almost cried.

At this time, Bai Changsheng had already come out, and when the ghost monk came to the prefect of Xinzhou, he grabbed the old man from the ground and looked at it carefully.

Bai Changsheng looked at this person carefully and felt that something was wrong, although this person's face was not very pleasing, but it was disgusting, and he did not look like a person who was a big right or wrong.

How did he hook up with the nine sons and one line?

Bai Changsheng tugged at his neck and asked why he wanted to ask himself, and when he arrived at this point, the people of Xinzhou were stunned, how could they dare to hide it, so he trembled and said:

"You good men don't want to harm people's lives, otherwise the day you are arrested will be a crime, don't be so ruthless!"

The ghost monk slapped him and was about to pull it over, but was stopped by Bai Changsheng, if this slap was real, this old man would either die or be disabled.

Not only that, how could the tone of the Xinzhou prefect sound so righteous and stern, as if he really regarded himself as a villain.

Is it being bewitched again?

Bai Changsheng was not very convinced, and pinched his fingers to calculate the cause and effect of this person, but found that there was a white mist floating out of the back of this person's head, which seemed to have a hidden secret.

As soon as he turned around, Bai Changsheng motioned to Swallow Wang San to bring the Nine Sons Buddha down from the second floor, and Swallow King San jumped and flew upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a pop, and the wailing and screaming were endless, and the Nine Sons Buddha was kicked down from the second floor by the third swallow king.

Although falling on the ground is not fatal, it is enough to bear, and the little blood of the Nine Sons Buddha is about to be vomited clean.

When he was dragged and thrown over by the swallow king's three times, he saw that the four good hands had actually taken down a group of officers and soldiers without much effort.

This can make the Nine Sons Buddha in a trance for a while, and he hasn't seen much improvement in practicing martial arts all day long, these four people are really not a little higher than themselves.

Although they had already guessed that this might be the case, they still didn't want to admit it, and when the Nine Sons Buddha saw that the prefect of Xinzhou was picked up upside down by the ghost monk, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes:

"Little old man, you have to get acquainted, if these treacherous people can't take it down, Xinzhou will be over, and you have to..."

Bai Changsheng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and kicked his crotch, almost causing the Nine Sons Buddha to die on the spot.

This sentence makes people understand, it seems that Xinzhou was indeed mastered by the nine sons and one line, but it was not in the same stream, but used some means.

Intimidation, threats, or deception, in short, made the Xinzhou prefect submit to the ear and had to submit to this gang of gangsters.

Since this is the case, it is not some corrupt official, the ghost monk let go of the prefect of Xinzhou and let him recruit him from the truth.

Is the prefect of Xinzhou a good official, obviously not, but it's not bad, he was just being used.

Listening to his subordinates, there are fierce criminals who are coming here, and they just think it is an ordinary case, and they can take it, but things don't seem to be as simple as he thinks.

But I still don't believe that Bai Changsheng is a good person, after all, he is right with himself, and his impression is also preconceived.

Bai Changsheng looked at the confused old man's eyes, and knew that he was also guessing, so he said:

"I'm Bai Changsheng, you should have heard of it, it's not too far from Taiyuan, don't you know?"

The prefect of Xinzhou couldn't close his jaws, he couldn't imagine that the harmless young man in front of him was actually the living Bodhisattva who had been passed down by word of mouth, the young man Lang Bai Changsheng with great magical powers!

"You..."

The prefect of Xinzhou looked at Bai Changsheng in disbelief, Bai Changsheng took out a volume of official documents from his arms and handed it over, and the prefect of Xinzhou did not doubt it after reading it.

Doubt is not doubt, but with great remorse, how can he be so snub to the minister, if this is passed on, he will not be dragged out and cut down?

This official is blind.

was about to cry, Bai Changsheng couldn't bear to see the old man like this, and said that he didn't mean to blame, so he didn't have to worry about it.

The prefect of Xinzhou was sincerely afraid, and the officers and soldiers also regretted it, didn't this wash the Dragon King Temple by the flood?

"Why are you arresting us? What's going on here? ”

Bai Changsheng couldn't wait, at this time, the prefect of Xinzhou didn't dare to hide it, shook his head and talked, and said with tears:

"The mountain god manifests, we are afraid that a catastrophe is coming in Xinzhou, if you really have great powers, drive the mountain god away, save us!"

Bai Changsheng was shocked, what mountain god, what does this mean?

"What mountain god? Hurry up. ”

While asking, Bai Changsheng was still wondering if it was Lou Ming's troublemaker, only listening to the low and complaining tone of the prefect of Xinzhou, he said the name of the mountain god:

"Hey, I'm not afraid that you will know now, our mountain god is called the Four Heavenly Kings of Heaven and Earth!"