They had just shouted this voice, and the scene in the field suddenly changed, and the sound of 'good' was stuck in their throats - these guys looked at each other, and a chill rose behind them!

The inverted grandfather was stunned for a moment, and then he turned into both hands and grabbed the handle of the knife and pressed the machete downward, his eyes were cracked, his cheeks were bulging high, and his teeth were gritted loudly, but the knife seemed to be stuck in a stone and couldn't move for half a minute!

The goods were flushed, and suddenly he took a few steps back with his hand loose, and looked at it intently—the pig iron machete, which weighed several pounds, was actually like a wheat straw ash brought up by the heat during cooking, hanging in the air, and it didn't move!

The night was silent, and the snapping sound of Chen Pizi slapping himself was clearer, such a scene, the sound of slapping his face fiercely, the car full of dead weapons, zuihou and the machete hanging in the air were staggered together... A crowd of people froze!

The only thing left to move was the stormy-eyed old man, who reached out and tore off a dry tobacco stick from his waist, fumbled with a foreign fire and inhaled beautifully, and then grinned like a male duck pinched by the neck.

The rope has been loosened at some point.

"What the hell are you, you, you?" The inverted grandfather has been traveling south and north for many years, and he suddenly remembered something at this time, and hurriedly reached out and tore off a jade Guanyin pendant from his neck that he didn't know where to rob. He seemed to be a little more bold when he started the pendant, and pointed at the old man and shouted: "Are you a human or a ghost, give me an honest explanation, otherwise I will hit you with a jade pendant!" ”

There is a legend in the countryside that if a ghost is hit by a jade carved Guanyin, a Bodhisattva, or a pendant of a divine beast, it will be scattered and never be reborn, so many bandits outside at that time wore this thing, in order to one day be killed by their own souls or something to find the door to block it - the voice of the inverted grandfather seemed to remind everyone, and the group of men also hurriedly took down all kinds of evil things from their bodies, including five baht coins, peach wood Guanyin, stone carved Buddha heads, and a thousand mantras... It's all messy, but it looks like it's worth a lot less.

Feelings take this hot-eyed old man as a ghost?

The old man took two puffs of dry tobacco, and then asked with slanted eyes: "You have done a lot of things to kill people and sell goods, why are you afraid of ghosts now?" After saying that, he shook his head: "It's a pity that you are mistaken, ghost?" … Hey, hey, hey..."He was as happy as if he had heard a big joke, and he didn't say much, but his eyes flashed with a strange deep meaning!

With his finger, it seemed that the whole season suddenly changed!

The original scorching summer disappeared without a trace, and the entire shijie entered the cold winter of Sanjiu in a moment. The bandits clearly saw that the grass blades around them were squeaking with white frost, and the exhaled breath was also white smoke, and the cold crawled into the clothes along the neck and wrists, penetrating the bone marrow - Rao is this group of guys usually bold and reckless, but at this moment, cold sweat broke out all over their bodies, and the timid Ma Sanzhi and his crotch were even wet!

Because they saw countless white clouds of smoke appear in front of them almost at the same time, surrounding the car from a distance of more than ten meters, and the smoke continued to change and roll, revealing clearly visible facial features and faces.

"Bell!"

I don't know who was the first to drop the knife, anyway, it immediately spread like a plague, and a group of men dropped their weapons and crawled on the ground, and began to beg for mercy:

"Uncle spares his life...""There are still old and young in my family...""I was forced..."

Anyway, there are all kinds of names, and for a while, there are shouts and cries here, screaming worse than the other, crying more fiercely than the other!

The tyrannical-eyed old man didn't look at them either, just beckoned into the distance: "You, you recognized our ghost city flag, right?" That's you! Come here. ”

Chen Pizi, who slapped himself, kept staring here, and when he saw the old man beckoning, he didn't delay, and even ran over and knelt in front of him: "I didn't do it, master, I didn't do it, I didn't do it..." The master is him! It was his idea to rob your car, and he stepped on it a little bit, and he did it..."

After scolding twice, this anger also came up, and he pounced on Ma San again, the punch and kick was really ruthless, I was afraid that I would like to beat him to death like that - this Ma San didn't dare to fight back, just held his head with his hand and curled up into a ball, and the screaming sound was like killing a pig.

The old man ignored that scene, and only smoked his dry tobacco, and when he finally had enough of the dry tobacco, he knocked the cigarette pot on the board of the car a few times: "Stop, don't kill in a while." ”

Hearing this, Chen Pizi was overjoyed, but he didn't dare to let the old man see the expression on his face, so he immediately knelt down again, and buried his head deep in the crotch of his pants: "Master spare your life, spare your life!" He listened to the meaning of the old man's words and seemed unwilling to beat Ma San to death, so that he might spare them, so wouldn't he have a way to live?

The voice suddenly became a little less frightened and more confident.

Unexpectedly, the old man inserted the cigarette pouch and pot into his back waist and asked:

"You know who I am, right? Come, tell them about it! ”

"You are the master of the City God Temple in Qi'er Mountain!" Chen Pizi seemed to answer the old man and explained to others, raised his eyes and looked at the inverted grandfather, and immediately lowered his face again: "You are all masters, immortals, and bodhisattvas!" Usually calling ghosts and monsters is like calling the livestock at home, I know ......"

"Hehehe," the old man was happy all of a sudden, and waved his hand: "That's as mysterious as you said?" We're just a bunch of people who do business with lonely ghosts, and we can talk to them on weekdays, and we just ask them for a favor when we go out—we're not very good. ”

This seems to be a modest comfort, but when it comes out, it immediately scares a few men - it's okay to talk to the ghost for a while? This sentence can scare ordinary people to death!

The old man looked at the gangster in front of him, and paced a few steps forward: "By the way, why did you lie on the ground and slap yourself just now?" What does this mean? Ignoring the kowtowing guys, he just pulled out of his pocket and threw the incense sticks out one by one. Strange to say, the tiny incense sticks floated out with little strength in the wind, but when they landed, they immediately plunged straight into the solid earth—the flagpole stood upright and firm, shaking slightly.

No one noticed!

"I ......" Chen Pizi was a little confused by the question, and he muttered in his mouth, his voice was small and indistinct, and no one could hear what it was.

"Humph!"

The tyrannical old man threw all the incense sticks out two or three times, clapped his hands, and couldn't help but feel annoyed when he saw that this thing was still full of chirps, and his face suddenly sank.

Chen Pizi immediately trembled all over his body: "I said! I'll say everything! That's what Wang Datou from the village next door to us said, he saw your flag at night in a hurry, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and slapped himself, and then saved his life, so... So..."

"So you did the same?" The tyrannical old man laughed twice, and remembered the villager in Yujian when he bought the goods last time, maybe this is the big head of Wang in Chen Pizi's mouth - yes, that guy's head is indeed a bit big!

The old man knew very well in his heart that the reason why Wang Datou saved his life was not because he knelt on the ground and kowtowed and slapped him as rumored, but because that person was indeed an honest peasant, and there were no unjust ghosts behind him, so naturally there was nothing to do - in these years, there are many thieves and bandits, and honest people may also make a temporary cameo appearance as a robber.

The group of people in the ghost city where they are located have some skills, but everyone is here to escape the world, and no one will be a savior to go out and meddle in their affairs - but it is not surprising that they have met that kind of vicious guy, and they can cook casually.

…… Just like today!

The tyrannical old man let out a long breath, stretched out his hand and pinched a wheel seal and said: "Wang Datou can save his life, not because of what he did, but because..." Because he hasn't killed anyone, he doesn't have unjust spirits and demons asking for his life! ”

"Ah?!!h

"Ask for yourselves!" The old man's hands began to stir rapidly, and the Ten Wheels, Thousand Leaves, and Three Secret Blessings continued to spread, "Whether you live or die, it depends on your creation!" ”

The gang had been paying attention to the conversation between the old man and Chen Pizi, and when they heard this, they couldn't help it anymore, and the first one jumped up from the ground, and then a group of men got up one after another, staring at the old man with fear in their eyes - 'Run! I don't know who shouted that.

The gang immediately scattered like a pack of wild dogs that had exploded their nests and rushed out!

"Can you escape?" The old man muttered, and his hand flipped quickly:

"Drop! The Third Samaya Society! Nine words are coming! The seal of the king of the Ming Dynasty in his hand roared angrily: "Come!" ”

Suddenly, all the incense sticks thrown out burst into a sky-high flame, and the flames instantly burned the eighteen incense sticks into ashes, flying in the air - as if there were countless invisible hands catching these incense ashes in the air, and in an instant, in an instant, countless voices shouted in unison:

"Give me mana, give me appearance, cause and effect, and get rid of it today - thank you Yin Yang Master for letting me wait for revenge!"

The white smoke that had been suspended at the beginning turned into a mutilated and terrifying human form, and they bowed to the stormy-eyed old man in the air, and then chased after the group of bandits with a scream!

These ghosts are all unjustly killed ghosts who have been carnaged, disemboweled, livered, and beheaded by bandits, and have been following but unable to take revenge, and now that they have the opportunity, the monstrous anger immediately poured out, and they didn't know what they did after rushing over, but they heard a heart-rending howl in the wasteland that suddenly resounded in the sky!

"There is a debtor who is wronged, there is a debtor, the cycle of cause and effect is rewarded, and after you take revenge, you will reincarnate after your wish is over!" The stormy-eyed old man sighed again, and chanted in a half-singing voice:

"I am too indifferent, the collar is boundless, Qingyun opens the door of life, the auspicious smoke is plugged into the dead household, the beginning of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, with the sense of auspiciousness, the misty super immortal source, the swinging nature is clear...... Please send the ghosts of the underworld to detain the soldiers, save all sins, overcome all misfortunes, subdue the lonely souls and wild ghosts, go to the three-way wheel to be reborn, eliminate karma and pay for cause and effect! ”

After singing that night, the screaming and moaning under the darkness of the night had not completely subsided, and he didn't look at it anymore, but just threw out a handful of dark banknotes, lit three sticks of incense and inserted them in the pile of paper money, and then got into the car and knocked on it with a smoking pot: "Let's go." ”

Regardless of the Shura slaughterhouse that the wilderness behind it has become, the floating slaughterhouse hell that a hundred ghosts hate!

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

The old donkey moved his steps unhurriedly.

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