Mr. Lu's voice was so eager that the two of us were already a little frightened.

Xue Qian hugged the jar and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Mr. Lu didn't answer at all, turned around and ran outside.

The two of us cursed and followed closely.

After a few minutes, we made a detour to the front yard from the path. The bodies of those Taoist priests were still kneeling on the ground. But Mr. Lu didn't even look at it, and ran towards the door.

I shouted from behind him, "Don't you want your own body?" ”

Mr. Lu said in a hurry: "A pair of stinky skins, don't want it." ”

I was surprised when I heard a rapid ringing outside the door.

Mr. Lu was already about to run to the gate. Suddenly, I heard this voice, and my steps immediately slowed down.

At this time, I saw two dark shadows, stumbling through the door.

They were wrapped in a cloud of black air. Each of them wears a string of copper coins around their necks. These two black shadows are clearly the stone lions at the door.

They kept shaking their heads, as if intending to shake the copper coin off. The copper coins were shaken like bells. The sound clearly interfered with the sanity of the two lions. They staggered, as if they were drunk.

I was glad in my heart, fortunately, Mr. Lu had tied them with copper coins beforehand. Otherwise, these two fierce beasts pounced, would we still be alive?

I was thinking about how to get out. Suddenly, I heard an old voice above me say, "Here you are again." This time, I can't let you go. ”

When I heard this voice, I was shocked: "It's over, this must be the old thing." We woke him up anyway. ”

Mr. Lu's body stiffened, then he slowly turned around, and said with a wry smile: "Senior, everyone belongs to the same family, just spare me again." ”

The voice was slightly surprised: "You guessed my identity?" ”

Mr. Lu nodded: "I guessed when I saw those jars." ”

I looked at Xue Qian beside me and asked, "What does this mean?" ”

Xue Qian whispered: "It seems to say that the old thing in the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves is the same sect as Mr. Lu." ”

The courtyard was quiet, only the two fierce beasts at the door were constantly shaking the copper coins on their heads. Make a flurry of sounds.

In fact, while these two beasts are still conscious, we can rush out and escape. But Mr. Lu didn't do this, presumably because he was afraid of the old things here.

Soon, I heard a series of noises coming from the altar. My eyes widened and I saw that the dead man who was holding Sanqing had moved.

He walked down slowly, and as he went, he said, "Since you belong to the same family, why do you come to steal my bones again and again? ”

I looked at him, and my heart was turbulent: "Master Zu is the old thing here?" He is the master of the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves? ”

The dead man had slowly walked in front of Mr. Lu. I saw that his shriveled body was thin and small, and a wide robe hung on it, which looked very ill-fitting.

Mr. Lu began to wipe his sweat again, and he said sincerely: "The disciples and grandchildren came here to welcome back the bones of the old-timers and bury them properly. ”

The corpse sneered and said, "Welcome me back?" A good burial? That's a nice thing to say. But why did so many people come, and no one ever worshipped me? Hehe, since you don't want to worship me, then I have to kill you and let your corpses kneel here for ten or a hundred years. ”

As soon as Mr. Lu heard this, he immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and said reverently: "Meet the seniors." ”

The dead man smiled disdainfully, "You saw the opportunity very quickly. But it was too late. It's not more than three, you better stay. ”

As soon as he said this, the temperature in the courtyard plummeted. I saw countless dark shadows slowly approaching and surrounding several of us.

The faces of these people were blurred, but they were all dressed in Taoist robes. They shouted one after another: "Fellow Daoist, stay." ”

Mr. Lu slowly stood up from the ground and said with a pale face: "I didn't understand until today that the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghost Caves are all Taoist priests. ”

The dead man said, "It is a Taoist priest whose soul has been refined." If you want to offend me, then I don't have to be polite. ”

Mr. Lu probably guessed that he was going to die, so he was no longer aggrieved. He stood up straight and said loudly: "Senior, you are a great Daoist at the level of the Patriarch of the Kai Sect, and we mentioned you with respect in our tone. But if you don't ask for the people's lives, it's okay to subdue demons and eliminate demons. Why harm ordinary people? We're here to offend you, and that's true. But what did the water village outside do wrong? ”

The dead man sneered: "What you said is really righteous and awe-inspiring." You Taoist priests deserve to die, and so do the people in the water village. Back then, the plague was rampant here, and I rushed all the way to overtake the soul of the dead and save the needy. Unexpectedly, these people actually poison my food every day. When I was sick and dying, he threw me into this dry well. ”

The more the dead man spoke, the more excited he became, and the black skin that clung to the skull began to glow with yin energy. I saw that his eyes were red and his eyes were extremely vicious, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Mr. Lu obviously noticed this as well, and he cautiously asked, "Senior, were you cultivating Dao art at that time?" "Pit Gangya blood.

The dead man's voice became more and more ruthless: "Yes, at that time, my Dao technique was about to be completed, and by the time I found out that I was poisoned, my body had been destroyed and messy, and it was irreparable." ”

I heard Mr. Lu sigh: "It turns out that you did not die of poisoning, but of madness." Even if a Taoist priest dies unjustly, he rarely turns into a ghost. However, it is not unusual that you have entered the path of demons during your lifetime, and your temperament has changed greatly after death. ”

When Mr. Lu said this, his voice was not small, and he did not seem to be afraid of the dead hearing it.

The dead man stood in the courtyard, stunned for a moment, and then said, "Have I fallen into the devil's path?" Impossible, I am a patriarch, and my future achievements will be above the Sanqing, how can I fall into the devil's path? ”

Mr. Lu stared at him and said, "The way you look now, haven't you fallen into the Demon Dao?" The ghost does not disperse, lingers on the world, kills fellow people, and harms living beings. What's the difference with a ghost? ”

The dead man muttered in a daze: "I'm not a ghost, I have a reason." I did the right thing. Then, he reached out and grabbed Mr. Lu.

Mr. Lu took two steps back sharply, and suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground. Then I slapped myself on the top of my head and on both shoulders. I saw three steel needles fly out. Immediately afterward, the yin qi around his body was vigorous, and white mist continued to emerge.

A moment later, a tall fierce god came out of the white mist, it was Zhong Kui.

I looked at Zhong Kui dumbfounded, and thought: It turns out that this tattoo can really walk down from the body.

When the dead man saw Zhong Kui, he sneered and said, "Carving insect skills, do you want to do it again?" If he really came here, I'm afraid I would be a little more jealous, it's just a portrait, but I can't help me. ”

As he spoke, the dead man's palm had already grabbed Zhong Kui.

Mr. Lu took advantage of this time and shouted: "Zhao Mang, draw the knife." ”

I was stunned by his shouting. Xue Qian was much faster than I saw the opportunity, he grabbed the handle of my knife, pulled it hard, the cold light flashed, and the big knife was pulled out.

At that moment, I felt a strong evil aura enveloping my body. All I could hear in my ears was the sound of a dragon moaning, and then something slammed into me. The breath in my heart immediately stopped.

I wanted to open my eyes and see what was going on around me, but my eyelids were heavy. I can't open my eyes. All I know is that my body flew up lightly and fell heavily to the ground.

I heard the ghosts crying and wolves, and I felt the cries of the demons merge into a dark sea.

In this sea, there is the groan of Mr. Lu, the roar of the sword soul, and the angry shouts of the dead. The voices of the three of them were entangled. Like a giant python that rises and falls in the waves. Sometimes they are drowned out by the cry of the ghost, and sometimes they burst out.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly the surroundings fell silent. That's when I realized that I wasn't used to this kind of quietness.

I opened my mouth weakly and asked in a voice that only I could hear, "Are we alive or dead?" ”

A weaker voice than I replied, "I don't know either." ”