Ah Shen glanced at the disheveled Yunyan, and then looked at the little monk who put down the Yunyan and turned to close his eyes and chant the scriptures, and was furious: "Sure enough, it's you!" ”

Without saying a word, Ah Shen lifted the long knife and waved it at the little monk.

The little monk's body was agile, either on one side, or on one turn, with a strange pace, and frequently dodged Ah Shen's knife. The two were deadlocked for more than ten seconds, and Long Xiaoxuan and A Qing also came in one after another.

In terms of fighting, the study space was too narrow, and after Long Xiaoxuan and Ah Qing came in, they were afraid of hurting the innocent, so the little monk and Ah Shen stopped at the same time.

Long Xiaoxuan looked at the situation in the room, glanced at the little monk coldly, took out a piece of clothing from the hanger next to him, and walked over and draped it on the trembling Yunyan.

Then he turned around and said, "What's going on?" ”

Long Xiaoxuan's voice was very cold, and everyone could feel the anger in it.

Ah Shen replied first: "I broke in and saw this little monk holding his wife!" ”

Long Xiaoxuan turned his head to look at the little monk, his expression was majestic, that was the momentum of the upper position, if he was an ordinary thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, he would have already been in the middle of nowhere, how could he be as calm as the little monk.

The little monk stood still, clasped his hands together and said: "Master Long, I said it, your house has evil spirits, if you don't believe it, you can ask Mrs. Zun and ask her what she just saw." ”

Long Xiaoxuan looked at Yunyan, who was already holding Yunyan in his arms, his face was pale and his lips trembled, and said softly: "Yan'er, what did you see?" ”

"I ...... I see you! Yunyan said with a crying voice.

Hearing Yunyan say this, Ah Shen's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "It is disguised as a boss, just now I saw two bosses in the surveillance, exactly the same boss!" ”

Boss Long's brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, and he was pondering, and the little monk spoke again: "I suggest that the Dragon donor go and see the situation of the little donor first, I'm afraid the demon won't stop so easily tonight." ”

Hearing this, the expressions of several people in the room changed greatly at the same time, and Aqing ran over to Long Yun's house in a flash.

Ah Qing kicked the door open, and the scene in front of him made him shudder.

Another Long Xiaoxuan, holding Long Yun in his arms, the grinning smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely penetrating. At his feet, there were several security guards guarding Long Yun, each of whom was as white as paper, as if he had lost his blood.

Long Xiaoxuan helped Yunyan over and saw this strange scene.

"Daddy, Mommy!" Xiao Longyun cried.

The real Long Xiaoxuan didn't speak, his face was a kind of calm before the storm, Yunyan covered his mouth and cried, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Long Yun was in the hands of others, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

The fake dragon Xiaoxuan let out a cold laugh, his hands grabbed Long Yun's hands, held them to his chest, and then began to pull out. It's like a tug-of-war, a tug-of-war between the left hand and the right hand, because the pulling force is too great, Long Yun let out a painful cry.

Long Xiaoxuan's fists were clenched, and his eyes were spewing fire. Yunyan fainted directly.

Ah Shen and Ah Qing glanced at each other, and their hands touched their pockets at the same time, if you look closely, the outline of the items in their pockets looks like guns.

They were about to draw their guns when a murky sound rang out in the room.

"South!"

This voice seemed to have a strange power, and everyone in the room felt a lot clearer. And that fake Long Xiaoxuan was greatly affected, he took out his hands, covered his ears, his face was hideous, and a low roar came from his throat.

The little monk rushed out of nowhere, hugged the falling crying baby Long Yun with one hand, then bounced up his legs, kicked back in a vertical line, and kicked the slippers the cheek of the fake dragon Xiaoxuan.

The fake dragon Xiaoxuan was kicked and thrown into the corner, knocking a bunch of toys into a crackling flight.

"None!"

The little monk who put down Long Yun approached the fake dragon Xiaoxuan, and sounded the law step by step.

"Ahh

"Mi!"

"Buddha!"

With the fall of a few magic sounds, the figure of the fake dragon Xiao Xuan slowly changed, until it turned into a black shadow in the shape of a human.

"Monk, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs!"

The black shadow covered its head and slammed wildly into the walls of the house, but no matter how it rammed, it couldn't break out of the house, and every time it touched the walls, doors and windows, it was bounced back by a golden light.

That golden light, faintly visible, has a "swastika"!

The little monk said lightly: "The poor monk has already laid an enchantment just now, and you can't escape." The donor also listened to my advice, the sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore! ”

"Boom!" The black gas was beating, and he actually lowered the hand covering his head, and the distortion on his face gradually disappeared, and he let out a strange laugh.

"It's not easy for me to practice for a hundred years, how can I give up, monk, you're too confused!"

The voice of the black shadow became deeper and lower, until the hearts of everyone in the room seemed to be buried by a dark aura, except for the little monk, Long Xiaoxuan, and Ah Shen Aqing, everyone else seemed to be immersed in a painful environment, and their faces were extremely distorted.

"Swastika!"

The beads in the little monk's hand flicked, flashing with golden Buddha brilliance, and a loud shout woke everyone up.

"Everyone, get out!"

The people who reacted listened to the instructions of the young monk and rushed out, and Ah Shen Aqing also escorted Long Xiaoxuan's family and slowly exited the room.

Seeing that everyone had retreated, the little monk saw that the Buddha beads in his hands shone brightly, suppressing the strange aura on the black shadow's body.

The black shadow wrapped in the Buddha's light was still extremely arrogant, and it came into the ears of the little monk in a gloomy voice: "Jijie, Cihang Buddhism, it turns out that you are the descendant of the old monk, your master Shouyuan has been gone for two years, and he failed to kill me in his prime, what can you do to me?" ”

The little monk's expression remained unchanged, and he spoke in a clear voice: "The monk doesn't kill, the master has sealed you for many years, and asked me to come to strengthen the seal today, but I didn't expect that there was an accident in the seal, and you escaped some of your grievances." ”

The trembling of the black shadow became more intense, and he cursed: "Dead bald donkey, you are still preparing to seal me here from generation to generation, but unfortunately, people are not as good as heaven, little monk, you are late!" ”

As soon as the black shadow finished speaking, it turned into a wisp of light smoke and disappeared into the air.

After listening to the words of the black shadow, the little monk's face suddenly changed greatly, and as soon as he raised his head, the dark cloud sensed through the ceiling had begun to roll violently, and the entire courtyard of the Long family's house was covered by an invisible evil aura.

Seeing this, the little monk sighed, sharply withdrew from the room, and came to the hall.

At this time, the people in the hall were anxious.

Ah Qing put down his mobile phone and looked gloomy: "The phone can't be called!" ”

Ah Shen walked in from outside the door and scolded: "Hell, I don't know what is blocking outside, we can't get out, and the gun can't penetrate that thing." ”

Yunyan hugged Long Yun, shrunk beside Long Xiaoxuan, who was smoking silently and had a gloomy face, and when he saw the little monk coming down, Long Xiaoxuan said in a low voice: "Little master, do we have a chance to get out alive?" ”

The little monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, there is no way to do it, but I can only hope for Lord Zhao." ”

With that, his eyes looked at the door.

Long Xiaoxuan followed his gaze,

It turned out to be Zhao Jing with a black face,

He walked in with Zhao Yuan in his arms,

Bathed in golden light behind him,

Like a god descending from heaven!

And Zhao Yuan's hand was holding a small wooden sword and a small mirror, looking at the people inside with big eyes, full of curiosity.

", that's weird!"

So said the gods.