Two white-clothed women appeared at the mountain gate, there was a light behind them, a little cold, and extremely weird, shining their figures clearly, they were two women with pale faces, tears in their eyes, and whimpering in their mouths, which made people feel pitiful, but neither Master Zhang nor the phantom seemed to turn a blind eye.

The monk silently chanted the scriptures, the Buddha sound in his mouth bursted, and fell into the temple, and the temple here also had scriptures coming out, and Master Zhang snorted coldly, and then popped out two drops of blood, the two drops of blood were very ordinary, but it seemed that after sensing the difference in this place, it turned into a rune hole in an instant.

The two figures obviously didn't expect this scene, one of them screamed, his body trembled, and at this time he was covered by the rune, and then one spun around, turning into a fox crawling on the ground, while the other figure immediately fled, with the sound of a fox's mournful cry in his mouth, not a human voice.

"Evil animal, act for the tiger!" The elder has already moved to kill, he does not pay attention to this kind of evil, but the monk said: "Donor, please leave his life, this fox once listened to the Buddha's voice with me, and has spirituality, but now he is just bewitched by the old demon of the Black Mountain." The monk pointed a finger, and the fox's eyebrows emitted a Buddha light, and then he took the initiative to enter the mountain gate and bow to the two, not at all like a fox, but like a villain, but unable to speak.

The white fox ran to the monk's side, making a squeaking sound, and the old monk nodded from time to time, sighing lightly: "I see, the old demon of the Black Mountain used his own demon yuan to catalyze your ......"

Then the fox made another sound, and finally the monk said: "Don't worry, the old demon of the Black Mountain will not ...... your sister well."

The black wind has disappeared, but the atmosphere is even more depressing, Master Zhang went out to bring those horses in, and he couldn't take care of it at this time, the monk nodded, there is no objection to this, Buddhism will be equal to all living beings, and naturally it will not be counted.

"I hope tonight can be peaceful......" the monk spoke, but he showed a bitter smile, after tonight, what about tomorrow?

"Master, do you know what kind of cultivation the old demon of Montenegro is?"

Master Zhang asked, and the monk shook his head: "I don't know, all monks have suffered disasters over the years, I think there should be a god realm, but you and I are ordinary people, what can I do?"

Master Zhang frowned and said, "It's a little troublesome, although I promise that he can't get close to us, but he can't be killed, I'm not a monk after all......"

As he spoke, it suddenly became dark outside, and there was still some moonlight, but at this time, a black cloud appeared, and the black cloud seemed to smear the darkness, making the black even darker.

Rumble!

A person appeared outside the mountain gate, and suddenly there was a glimmer of light in the temple, and the monk disappeared, turning into a flame and falling into an oil lamp in the main hall, and the whole temple emitted a faint golden light, illuminating the man in black.

Dressed in black, his face was pale, as if he had not seen the sun all year round, and his eyes had no whites, only black.

But you can't see its roots, it's no different from ordinary people!

It has taken shape, and it is already a seven-trick creature!

The black mist condensed into a robe, indicating that this person's cultivation was not ordinary.

"Teacher...... Long time no see!" The old demon of Montenegro spoke, but Master Zhang showed a look of surprise, because this voice mixed men and women, and it seemed that there were old and young, as if men and women were talking at the same time, which made people feel creepy.

"Get out of the way quickly, otherwise the old man will not be welcome!" Master Zhang bit the tip of his tongue and smeared the blood on the center of his eyebrows, which was condensed by a white knife, which carried the power of the most masculine and the most rigid, and burned with flames.

"It's actually the power of luck, you are an official of the Divine Realm?" The old demon of Montenegro was a little surprised, and there was a fluctuation in his dark eyes, and he seemed to be very jealous.

"You hand over the monk, I'll let you go......" The creepy voice fell into the ears of Master Zhang, but Master Zhang laughed: "Evil animal, you dare to fight my son's idea!"

The old demon of Montenegro said: "Yes, I actually forgot this stubble, you are a human being, and you have that cumbersome emotion, then, sell your face, you don't care about this old monk, I will let you go!"

Master Zhang shook his head: "Today is desperate to suppress you!"

Master Zhang did it, although he was not a monk, but in an instant, pieces of words flew out of his body, these words are the books of sages, but a condensation of a mouthful of literary energy, this is Confucianism, Confucianism is the art of Haoran righteousness, although some people do not know how to practice, but in one go, ghosts and gods retreat!

The old demon of Montenegro retreated, but then he laughed, the voices of men, women and children intertwined, like a magic sound, the robe on his body exploded, and his body disappeared, only a cloud of black mist flew in and began to attack the temple.

"It's just a breath away, today's teacher, you will fulfill me!" The black mist made a rolling thunder sound, but Mu Ming and Mrs. Zhang were unconscious, they were both in a dream.

The roar continued, and it was obviously a black mist, but it was like a hammer hitting the temple.

Several horses trembled, and finally fainted, Master Zhang roared, and the literary qi outside his body swept out, and the black fog outside the temple was suddenly ignited, and the black fog roared with strength, and the black fog immediately retreated.

And it was quiet outside, but after a while, the sound of crying came from outside the house again, but it was different from before, it was a piece, and Master Zhang wiped the blood in his hand on his eyelids, and suddenly saw everything outside.

But I saw a skeleton outside walking slowly, there were forty or fifty, they wailed, as if there was a great grievance, that grievance condensed, flooded here, and there was a mysterious power condensed and impacted the temple.

The temple shook again, the light dimmed, and the monk reappeared, his body becoming incomparably illusory, and seemed to dissipate.

The candle flame in the main hall was also extinguished, and the temple became dark again.

"Master!" Master Zhang was powerless, but the monk sighed: "The poor monk can't do anything, the old demon of Montenegro has actually reached this point, the souls of those people are enslaved, my scriptures may be useful to the old demon of Montenegro, but only for those who die of hatred, they are not evil ......"

The monk's originally illusory body began to condense and became a ball the size of a thumb, and at this time, a voice came from the bead: "This is my last wish, it is a relic, bless your body, and maybe you can accept it!"

The relics flew into Master Zhang's body, and Master Zhang seemed to feel that his strength had become different, and infinite power was born in his flesh and blood, as if he was like a monk.

"This is the power of the heart, it can change a lot of things, now you have cultivation for the time being, but it can't last long!" Old Man Zhang's heart echoed with this voice.

"Okay, I'm going to work hard today!" After that, Master Zhang recited the sage scriptures in his mouth, and the scriptures blessed him, flying out in pieces, making him like a sage preaching, and pieces of words began to be written, imprinted in the void, and pieces of words bloomed with white light, lighting up the night sky.

At this time, the temple was finally broken, and a skeleton flashed ghost fire, and the three green lights rushed towards Master Zhang, and Master Zhang pointed out, and pieces of text fell, and the words were like flames, falling on the skeleton and began to burn.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust, you should also be free!" Master Zhang yelled, urging the flame to burn.

Wisps of black air dissipated from the skeletons, and the skeletons fell one after another, only one by one flying out and disappearing into the night sky.

"Confucianism...... It's amazing!" The old demon of Montenegro reappeared, with a quick lightning, and slapped his palm on Old Man Zhang's head.

Master Zhang opened his mouth, and a knife light flew out of his mouth, and the knife light was constructed by countless words, and the text was like a knife, which was like this.

The palm of the old demon of Montenegro exploded and was shredded by the knife light.

And the old demon of Montenegro also retreated far away, extremely jealous.

"It's a pity, even if your strength is special, it will eventually be consumed, and I'm different!" The old demon of the Black Mountain was bleeding from his arm, but he also squirmed, and one arm gradually recovered, "I have fused the thousand-year-old vine wood, and my vitality is already extremely strong!"

Master Zhang took a big breath, his face was pale, seeing this, he gritted his teeth, he looked at the wings on the left and right, and said in his heart: "If you get back the official seal, there may be a chance, but in that case, Madam will go to bless her, and she will definitely be poisoned by this fang, Ming'er...... Don't worry just yet!"

"No matter what, desperately want to make this fang half crippled, so that it can be feared!"

The elder had already inhaled again, and then blew out hard, this time the wind was loud, and the old demon of the Black Mountain changed his face greatly, and said, "You don't want to die?" The wind seemed to gather from all directions, and the old demon of the Black Mountain could not avoid it, and his body was suddenly attacked, and holes appeared one by one, and sparks were born.

"Hmph, evil barrier, what do you know, I desperately protect the mother and son, and you can understand it very well? You have studied with the old monk for a few years, but you can't learn these people's sophistication?" Master Zhang watched the body of the old demon of Montenegro ignite and struggle on the ground, but he showed a soft smile and said in his heart: "Only let Mrs. be the bait, as long as this fang is close to Mrs., it will definitely touch the power in the official seal, and it will definitely die, but it can only gamble, if it is close to Ming'er......"

Master Zhang had some expectations and worries in his heart.

At this time, the old demon of the Black Mountain got up again, his body became a little illusory, his face was like gold paper, and the original miserable white disappeared.

But the next moment, the old demon of Montenegro laughed and pointed to the distance. When Master Zhang looked at it, his complexion changed greatly.

I saw a fox with an official seal in his mouth appearing from Mrs. Zhang's room, which was the fox that the monk had asked to let go before.

"Careless, mountain spirits and wild monsters, old monk, you still look away!" the elder smiled bitterly, watching the old demon of the Black Mountain fly over, and then grabbed his head with five fingers, he was not afraid, but he had some regrets.

But at this time, he heard the sound of the door opening, and heard an angry roar, and then saw that when the old demon of the Black Mountain who was originally close to him made a terrible sound, the roar was filled with fear and strong unwillingness, but finally stopped abruptly.

After that, Master Zhang saw his son appear, and he looked worried, but only Mu Yi saw the shadow of the old demon of Montenegro, his eyes fell to the ground, and he saw a picture scroll on the ground, which seemed to be an ink painting, which was spread out at this time, as if being discarded.

And Master Zhang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then fainted!