In the courtyard, another circle of formations was laid out.

Hui Jue then set up a formation outside the main house where everyone was resting.

While painting and painting mantras, this time, Huijue did not tear off a corner from his monk's robe, as if he threw it on the ground very casually.

And this corner of the monk's robe fell to the ground, but it suddenly disappeared into the ground, and he disappeared.

When Huijue finished doing this, the sky finally completely darkened.

Changnan Road.

During the day, the weather is humid and muggy.

At night, after the big sun sets, the yin air rises, and the night breeze blows, which actually gives people a cold feeling.

Faintly, in the yin wind, Huijue can smell the smell of those unclean things.

Inside the main house, in the center of the room is a clay statue of Emperor Zhenwu.

It's a pity that the mud is mottled and has lost its former glory and brilliance.

Only vaguely, you can still see some of the fierceness and charm in the eyebrows of the real martial arts.

"This clay sculpture is well done. ”

"There is a wisp of charm in Zhenwu. ”

When Huijue walked into the main room and looked up at the statue of Zhenwu, Wang Luyuan in the room said,

"The ancient road is broken, and the mud statue is not afraid of the hurried years.

The white-haired Taoist clothes are majestic, and it is difficult to hide the dust.

At that time, on the immortal level Lingyun, the half-immortal and half-emperor sat in the central school.

The true immortals are still demonic, and they are not called demons. ”

Also looking at the clay statue of Zhenwu, Wang Luyuan seemed to improvise and recite a poem.

After reading it, he smiled at Hui Jue,

Let the little master smile. ”

However, after his words were finished, Hui Jue looked at the Zhenwu clay statue with a stunned expression.

Half a day.

He came back to his senses, but there was a smile on his face.

He looked at Wang Luyuan and said as if full of emotion,

"Lord Wang's poem saved our lives!"

"Tonight, most of the time there will be no danger. ”

Huijue said, Wang Luyuan was also stunned for a moment.

Then he showed a puzzled look and asked Huijue,

"Dare to ask the little master ......"

Before Wang Luyuan's question could be asked, Huijue smiled mysteriously, and just shook his hand,

"This is a heavenly opportunity, I can't say it, I can't say it. ”

After Huijue's words were spoken, Wang Luyuan smiled dumbly.

But he also nodded.

But at this time, Mr. Shui said,

"You people in the Xuanmen, do you all like to pretend to be confused, otherwise you like to play dumb riddles with people?"

Mr. Shui said this, and his feminine words seemed to carry a considerable opinion of Huijue.

After his words, Huijue didn't know how to refute him for a while.

"Amitabha. ”

When it comes to eloquence, the little monk is willing to bow down. ”

Hui Jue said this, and seriously bowed to Mr. Shui.

Looking at Hui Jue's movements, Mr. Shui burst out laughing instead.

Between his smiles, his face is like a peach blossom.

For a while, it seemed that she was three points more beautiful than women.

Looking at him, Huijue was stunned for a moment.

But then, he muttered to himself,

"Amitabha, Amitabha. A big man turned out to be more beautiful than a woman. ”

The muttering in Huijue's heart, Mr. Shui naturally didn't know.

And at this time, as Mr. Shui laughed, Wang Luyuan's daughter also covered her mouth and smiled.

Even the other guards sitting on the ground in the room also looked at each other and smiled.

......

The night is getting deeper.

In the dilapidated Linmu Temple, everyone has already rested.

The road is running and traveling, and it is the hardest part.

Even these guards with unique skills and good martial arts are tired enough.

They leaned against the crumbling corner, and one by one, they gradually fell asleep.

But even in their sleep, they still held their blades in their hands.

At the same time, they are still vigilant, and they can wake up at the slightest disturbance.

Wang Luyuan was lying on the ground.

His wife and daughter were embraced each other, wrapped in an old cloak.

This can also be seen at this time.

When Wang Luyuan returned to Beijing this time, although he was escorted by guards, in fact, his family was young and old, and he had no resources at all.

Mr. Shui, too, sat cross-legged against the wall.

However, where he was sitting, he was leaning next to Wang Luyuan's family of three.

As for Hui Jue, he was sitting cross-legged in the center of the main room, at the foot of the Zhenwu clay statue, facing the door.

The night was cold, and the door to the main house should have been closed.

Unfortunately, the door of the main house has long been broken and damaged, so naturally it cannot be closed.

It can only be opened like this.

After dark.

On the hot and humid land during the day, the yin wind at night is constantly blowing.

And as the yin wind blew, I don't know when, a quiet and cold breath began to spread.

On the earth, the cloudy wind swept by, and gradually, the sound of those insects chirping at night disappeared without knowing when.

At the same time, the originally clear night sky, the twinkling stars in the sky, also disappeared.

Above the night sky, clouds rolled.

Between heaven and earth, the oppressive and damp atmosphere was permeating, and it seemed that a downpour was coming.

Changnan is a humid place, and at this time, it is not uncommon for a sudden thundershower to come.

But this time, the clouds rolled, but there was no muffled thunder at all, as if thunder was suppressed by a mysterious force.

In addition, between heaven and earth, an ominous aura began to stir like fermentation.

Whew~!Whew~!

The wind was blowing.

As if unconsciously, the cold breath was raging, and an extremely violent yin wind was still blowing on the ground.

At the same time, a faint, bloody smell appeared.

"Boom!

Abrupt, as if it could no longer be suppressed.

The dark clouds were suppressed, and between heaven and earth, a thunderclap exploded.

In the thunderous sound, Huijue, who was sitting at the feet of the True Martial Clay Statue, opened his eyes.

His Buddha eyes were slightly condensed, and he could see clearly.

At the door of Linmuguan, by the light of thunder, you can see a clay statue of a foot high, sitting there.

The clay statue depicts a bodhisattva with kind eyebrows and good eyes.

It's just that at this moment, the Bodhisattva's eyes are full of blood red.

It was as if it was made of blood.

Her body is also covered with a large number of cracks.

Among these cracks, there are also wisps of blood mist, seeping out.

Underneath her, around the lotus platform, there was a large amount of cold and cold ghost qi circling.

Among these ghosts, one after another ghosts are constantly circling, reflecting an incomparably terrifying scene.

She seemed to stand there very casually, her eyes looking directly at Huijue in the room.

Blood Bodhisattva!

She really showed up.

At this moment, by the light of thunder, the four eyes met.

Between the two pairs of eyes, cold and ominous eyes looked at each other, and Huijue's lips moved slightly, as if three words were squeezed out of his own teeth,

"Blood Bodhisattva!"