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It is said that Ling Jingtian left Baihe City and went to Wutai Mountain, intending to take Junlin down the mountain to take care of him instead of Wu Hanlin and his wife, so as to make up for his debt to them. Ling Jingtian hadn't returned to Wutai Mountain since he came down the mountain for more than 20 years, not because he didn't want to, but Ling Jingtian thought that he didn't have the face to go back to see his master.

In fact, even though Master Xuanzhen was sad and indignant at Ling Jingtian's actions and choices back then, Ling Jingtian has always been the most proud disciple in his heart, and there is no one of them, until today.

When Ling Jingtian arrived at the foot of Wutai Mountain, it was already dusk, and he saw that the red sunset began to dye half of the sky red, and the peaks of Wutai Mountain, which towered into the clouds, were also bathed in the colorful glow of afterglow, among which there were monks going up and down the mountain in twos and threes. The breeze blew slowly, blowing away the beads of sweat on his forehead, but it brought a beautiful and lingering past like the sunset.

Time back to more than 20 years ago, when the early twenties of Ling Jingtian was the beginning of the master of Xuanzhen in Xiantong Temple, the young Ling Jingtian among all the brothers and sisters of the highest understanding, for a lot of Buddhism learning can be handy, and use it freely, although deeply loved by Master Xuanzhen. Because the name is heavenly, Xuanzhen gave it the legal name Xuantian.

More than 20 years ago, the monks on Wutai Mountain maintained the survival of the temple, and they all needed to go down the mountain to turn their fortunes or be entrusted to help people in need to exorcise evil spirits to get rewards, so Ling Jingtian often went down the mountain, or turned into fate, or exorcised spirits.

It's not like today, the economy is prosperous and full of vitality, and many rich people are greedy for life and fear of death, so they like to pray to God and Buddha to find spiritual comfort. Wutai Mountain is a holy place for them to find spiritual solace.

Therefore, the monks on Wutai Mountain do not need to go down the mountain, and the ordinary people under the mountain will automatically go up the mountain, because they hope to be blessed by the Buddha, and if they want to be blessed by the Buddha, they will naturally donate oil lamp money to the temple, as little as 100 dozens, and as much as 1 million and hundreds of thousands.

Nowadays, there are almost no real monks or anything on the streets, and they usually concentrate on cultivation in the mountains, because life is worry-free.

On that day, a villager named Ah Fu suddenly went up the mountain in a panic and told him that his village had recently been plagued by evil spirits, and the villagers had died one after another, and the village was in ruins. After learning the news, Ling Jingtian went with Ah Fu to exorcise evil spirits for his village.

After more than ten hours of driving, Ling Jingtian came to the entrance of the village with Ah Fu, it was getting late, and he saw that there was a cold air in the village that was constantly forcing outward, for ordinary people, there was no abnormal feeling, but Ling Jingtian could feel this pressing cold from his skin to his bones.

The village is called Wutong Village, located in Wutong Town, Sanyang City, which was originally a family with more than 100 households and hundreds of villagers. However, due to the continuous deaths of villagers in the past few days, most of the villagers have fled for their lives, and now only a few families are still lit up, waiting for redemption with hope.

Villager Ah Fu led Ling Jingtian through the bamboo forest path at the entrance of the village to the village, although it was Ah Fu who led Ling Jingtian to walk, but Ah Fu kept walking behind Ling Jingtian, cowering all the way behind the way, and kept chanting:

"Master, it's night now, that guy could appear at any time, please remember to take care of me, I don't want to die like this!"

The young Ling Jingtian was actually puzzled in his heart, since Ah Fu was so greedy for life and afraid of death, where did he have the courage to go up the mountain to ask us for help, and where did he have the courage to dare to follow me back to the village at night. He smiled as he thought about it, and continued to follow Ah Fu's guidance.

"Ahh ~“

A terrible scream suddenly came from inside the village, Ling Jingtian was tensed by this sudden scream, and Ah Fu behind him closed his eyes tightly, grabbed the corner of Ling Jingtian's clothes vigorously, and muttered in a trembling voice:

"Amitabha, Amitabha! Master, you're going to look at me."

I saw a huge crack suddenly appear in the sky above the village, and a powerful cold air immediately overflowed from the crack, and slowly a huge black shadow crawled out of the crack, the black shadow was ten feet long, holding a lantern burning with silver-white flames in his left hand, and holding an iron chain with silver-white flames in his right hand.

There are two huge fangs on the lower jaw, as if they can gnaw at everything in the world, and a pair of vicious and cold blood-colored eyes make it impossible to look directly. The appearance of the Otherworldly Messenger represents the end of a life.

When the young Ling Jingtian saw an otherworldly envoy appear in the sky, indicating that someone in the village had just been killed, his expression became very serious, and he began to speed up his pace. Although Ah Fu behind him couldn't see the so-called messenger of the other world, he also knew that the terrible scream proved that the evil spirit was now in the village. Although I wanted to leave the village at this time, I finally felt that it was safest to stay with the master.

Ling Jingtian entered the village, and suddenly a thick smell of blood came to his nose, and Ah Fu, who was not far behind him, covered his nose and shouted, Why is the smell so fishy! Ling Jingtian stood in place, constantly scanning the surroundings with his gaze, but he didn't see any figure, and at the same time, he didn't feel any evil spirit's breath.

He followed the smell of blood to a house, only to see that the door had been damaged and shattered, and from the extent of the damage, it was broken by brute force, which could be seen to be the work of evil spirits. And the lights were still on in the house, proving that there were still people in the house.

Ling Jingtian knew that someone had already died in Huangquan just now, so he had to speed up his pace to save people, and he couldn't let the evil spirits continue to do evil and kill. Ling Jingtian stepped into the house with cautious steps, only to see that the room was very chaotic, and there was no one in sight, but the smell of blood was much stronger than outside.

Ah Fu behind him also entered the house with Ling Jingtian's footsteps, and found two pillows stacked under the messy feet, Ah Fu kicked the pillow with his foot with curiosity, but suddenly a person's head immediately rolled to Ah Fu's feet, his eyes stared at Ah Fu, and the corners of his slightly open mouth were still bloodstained, but there was no trace of pain in his expression, as if his head was quickly unscrewed off before he died, and he didn't have time to feel the pain at all.

"Ah~"

Ah Fu let out a slow half-beat scream, and Ling Jingtian turned around and found the head on the ground, which was a middle-aged man. Ling Jingtian immediately rummaged through the messy objects on the ground, and found that the ground was full of blood plasma and minced meat, only to see that the body below the head of the corpse had been shattered, and the body was completely skinless. Ah Fu saw the shocking scene in front of him, and spit on the ground with a "woo uh".

Ling Jingtian wanted to make sure if there were other survivors in the house, so he walked to one of the rooms in the house. He reached over, unscrewed the doorknob that had been closed, and gave it a gentle push. Feeling a cold air in the room, Ling Jingtian let go of the handle with an astonishing reaction speed, and kicked the door open vigorously with his foot, and then quickly took a few steps back. Thinking that the evil spirit should be in the room, but the breath in the room suddenly disappeared completely, Ling Jingtian was shocked and deeply puzzled.

Just as Ling Jingtian was about to move forward and enter the room again, he suddenly felt a chill beside him, and he could see a young woman's figure suddenly appear in the upper left sky, and before Ling Jingtian had enough time to react, he had already kicked Ling Jingtian away in an instant and hit the wall in the room.

Fortunately, Ling Jingtian quickly chanted a spell at the moment he was kicked away and added a protective shield to his body, otherwise his body might not be able to parry. However, when Ling Jingtian got up from the ground and was about to attack, the aura just now disappeared again, and there was no trace. Ah Fu next to him only saw Ling Jingtian take off inexplicably, and he didn't see anything at all, so he was more surprised than frightened.

Ling Jingtian did see the afterimage of a young woman at the moment he was knocked away, but it disappeared in an instant, and his aura was hidden. What is this evil spirit capable of in the form of a young woman? What kind of vicious battle will Ling Jingtian have next?