Xuanyi looked at the environment he was in at the moment, the surroundings were gray, without any light, as if the whole person was locked in a huge black room, not only was it silent, but even the wind did not blow at all.

This must be the ghost of that weird talisman seal, the other party seems to have launched the talisman seal just to trap himself and not harm him, maybe the three junior brothers were also taken down by that group of Taoist priests, Xuanyi secretly wanted to comfort himself.

At this time, the flowing water seat outside the ancestral hall was still continuing, and the three of them were walking around with ghost headdresses looking for a vacant seat to eat, and the three of them not only changed into realistic headgears, but even changed their clothes into snow-white robes, and they did look a little like ghosts when they jumped.

"Oops!" Zhende suddenly clutched his stomach in pain and squatted down.

"What's wrong?" Masashi hurriedly reached out to help.

Zhende waved his hand repeatedly: "Maybe it was cold last night! No, I can't hold it anymore, I have to find a place to solve it!" He hurriedly looked around for a suitable position, and then swooped towards the back of a bungalow.

"Let's go, come with the past!" "Zhenxi pulled Zhenyin, who muttered reluctantly: "It's just that he has a lot of business, and I'm still hungry here!"

Zhende hid behind a straw pile and waved his hand to the two people who followed him: "Senior brother, leave me alone, you go to eat first!"

"You'd better solve it quickly!" Zhenyin was quite unhappy, and the two walked a little farther away and chatted while waiting irritably.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in a straw pile, and the sudden sound attracted the attention of both of them, and it turned out to be a townsman child who came out of the haystack, and he glanced at the two of them, grinned and ran away.

After waiting for a while, Zhenyin really lost his patience and walked straight towards the haystack, complaining incessantly. Behind the haystack, Zhende just stood up with his pants up, Zhenyin fanned his nose in disgust and said, "Let's go! I'm almost hungry with my chest sticking to my back!"

The three of them quickened their pace and walked towards the ancestral hall, at this time, there were not many people eating in the open space outside the ancestral hall, and most of them had already left the table.

Seeing this, Zhenyin couldn't help but complain: "It's all your fault! I can only eat leftovers!" He worshiped into the King Kong Temple since he was a child, and was later accepted as a true disciple by the first Jinghua Zen Master of the Luohan Hall, the Luohan Hall is the place where the King Kong Temple specializes in the study of martial arts, and the practice of dismantling moves is commonplace, and the disciples of the Luohan Hall have to practice martial arts for more than eight hours a day, and the amount of food is their most significant feature.

Zhenyin ripped off the mask and hood, took an empty bowl full of rice, picked up the vegetables and ate it quickly, Zhenyin took off the mask and put it aside, smiled and shook his head when he saw this. The two of them were eating with gusto, but Zhende stood aside and did not respond, and Zhenxi asked suspiciously: "Senior brother, aren't you hungry?

Zhenyin swallowed and said vaguely: "Are you stupid, why do you keep wearing that mask!"

"Hehe!" Zhende asked with a gloomy laugh, "Is the food delicious?"

The two of them slammed the bowl together and stood up and scolded angrily: "You are not Zhende! Who are you?"

"Who am I?hahaha!" Guess!" the man pretending to be Zhende walked over slowly, and the already terrifying ghost mask looked even more terrifying. At the same time, dozens of townspeople at the surrounding long tables put down their dishes and chopsticks, and let out a low roar from their mouths and surrounded the two.

"Senior brother, what's going on?" Zhen Yin was a little flustered, and grabbed Zhen Xi's hand and said hurriedly.

Zhen Xi slowly put his hand into his pocket, his face was the same as usual: "Whether they are humans or ghosts, there is only one battle!"

"That's right! Dare to touch our true disciples of the Vajra Temple! Get ready to bear the wrath of our whole temple!" Zhende shouted inwardly, deliberately accentuating the words "Vajra Temple" and "True Transmission".

"Zhende" didn't care, he waved his big hand and ordered: "Up, take down these two stinky monks!" Several people around him who were about to move let out a strange roar in unison, and pounced with both hands and feet to fight with the two of them.

"It's broken, it's broken!" The long-bearded Taoist who was hiding in the distance hammered his leg angrily, pointed at a few Taoists around him and scolded angrily: "You few wastes, tell you to keep an eye on me, why are there still three monks from the Vajra Temple here?"

"Who knows that these three boys are dressed up so realistically, and where can they be distinguished for a while. A certain Taoist excused himself.

The long-bearded Taoist was furious, and was about to give him a big-eared scraper, when the "True Virtue" in the distance looked towards their hiding place, and then a gloomy voice sounded in the ears of the long-bearded Taoist: "Yingping, I am very satisfied with these three goods, they are more nourishing than those mortals, and then go and make up ten more for me, I want to change my taste this year!"

Ying Ping was shocked in his heart, but he still maintained a humble smile on his face, and he bowed respectfully: "Don't worry, Lord Tiger King! I'll do my best! Please take me to say hello to His Majesty the Holy Lord!"

The Tiger King nodded with satisfaction, left him alone, and continued to direct his men to attack the two of them.

Ying Ping, the long-bearded Taoist, wiped the beads of sweat from his head slightly, his face was panicked and uneasy, and the attendant on the side dared to ask, "Senior brother, what should I do next?"

"What else can I do? These ancestors are going to change their flavors this year, so they can only fill their stomachs first!" He waved his hand and beckoned the people around him and asked, "Do you remember the appearance and clothing of those who have marked suspected martial arts people before?" ”

It turned out that the plague hundreds of years ago was not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster, to be precise, it was caused by "demons and ghosts". One of the demon kings among the demons passed through this place and saw Ding Xingwang, a native of Zuyun Town, and had evil thoughts in his heart, and the plague caused by it killed more than 10,000 people at one time, and the demon king was able to absorb the essence and soul of more than 10,000 people.

Until one day, Chongyangzi traveled here, he saw that the demon was angry here, and the people were miserable, so he fought with the demon king under pity, and in the end, the demon king was slightly better. Chongyangzi invited the demon king to negotiate, promised to hold a grand sacrifice every year in the middle of the year, and paraded as a ghost to attract the ghost door to open, and then the ghost who escaped and wandered in the mortal world came to Zuyun for the demon king to devour and enjoy.

This custom has been followed for hundreds of years, at first because of the close strength of Chongyangzi and the demon king, this agreement lasted for decades, but with the gradual decline of Chongyangzi's descendants and disciples, no one is up to the task, resulting in this agreement gradually changed taste, and the appetite of the demon clan is getting bigger and bigger, starting from devouring ten living people a year to increase year by year, the Taoist priests of Chongyangguan are gradually completely suppressed by demons and ghosts, and finally become a tool for collecting living people for them.

Therefore, every time around the Halloween Festival, there will inevitably be heavy rain in Zuyun Town and its surroundings, which is actually a demon practice to prevent mortals in the town from leaving the town, and at the same time isolate people from outside from entering Zuyun, so there are not a few people who die in Zuyun every year due to "flash floods".

Fifty miles away, in the Chongyang Temple, a cyan oil lamp on the sandalwood table in the middle of the lobby flickered on and out, as if a gust of wind would blow it out, and the two little Taoist boys who had been guarding all night were shocked when they saw this, and they both knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing and praying: "Patriarch bless! Patriarch bless!"

This green lamp has been burning for a hundred years, the lamp oil in the lamp is decreasing year by year, and the light is getting darker and darker, this is the life lamp of Chongyangzi, the ancestor of Chongyang Temple, people die like a lamp going out, as long as this lamp is not extinguished, the demon clan naturally does not dare to tear up the agreement easily.