There is also a shift in the evening

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Tianhu Mountain listens to Bamboo Lake.

At this time, there are more than 100 people standing on the edge of the lake, all of them are dressed in yellow practice clothes, the cuffs and trousers are tightly wound with ropes, the color of the rope is not the same, two-thirds of the people are white, and the rest have three colors of blue, red and purple, purple is the least, only two people, and then red, at first glance, about ten people, and finally about thirty people are tied with blue ropes.

Their hair was tied up on their heads, and some of them were simply shaved, but everyone was quick and energetic, their waists straight, and their lower bodies standing still.

More than 100 people had a sparkle in their eyes and a solemn face.

In the midst of the crowd, there stood three unusual people.

One of them was also dressed in yellow, but unlike the others, the clothes were closed with black ropes, and the yellow clothes on his body were embroidered with black silk under a closer look. His face was as sharp as a knife, every inch of muscle seemed to be finely carved, without a trace of fat, and his whole body was exuded with a cold and resolute air.

On the left and right sides of him, there stood a bald young man wearing a Buddhist robe and holding a magic staff, and on the other side stood a man in a white robe and black hat.

In front of them, there was a mess of mudflow crossing, with countless demon beast corpses, among which there were more human corpses than the West City Gate, and as far as the eye could see, the body was broken and limbs.

The traces of the mudflow mean, stretching from Tingzhu Lake to the west gate of Nancheng.

At this time, on both sides of the mudflow traces, there were ten steps and one person, dressed in black armor, all of them were Nancheng Protectors, but they were wearing black cloth that covered their mouths and noses, and the cloth was soaked in a special potion, blocking the smell of blood that made people want to vomit.

They sprinkled some white powder on the surrounding corpses, and whenever the corpses of the demon beasts touched them, they would turn into a colorless and odorless liquid, and then seep into the ground.

As for the corpses of those human races, there are white-armored Baifu Army, and some are Rakshasa bandits.

They were dragged aside, lined up in a row, covered with white cloths.

No one in the Black Guards was talking, they were just working silently, and the eyes that only leaked out changed from compassion to indifference at the beginning.

At this time, although the rain has passed, there is no refreshing feeling in the air, more of a breathless depression.

The Buddha's bald head stands in front of his chest, reciting a sentence of "Amitabha", which is clear and far-reaching.

With the exit of the Buddha, the feeling of depression around him suddenly lightened a lot, and the gods of the Black City Protector Army were clear and clear, and the solemn feeling dissipated immediately.

The man with a cold expression glanced at the Buddhist boy beside him, and with a hint of approval in his eyes, he said:

"It is not easy to achieve 'one thought of anger' at your age, and you should be among the top in Buddhism and among your peers. ”

The Buddhist boy bent down and saluted, extremely solemn, and said:

"Lord Qihong Pavilion, I praised it, the master has a good inheritance, and I am fortunate to be able to pass it on, but it is still far from the realm of 'becoming a Buddha with one thought'. ”

The man tilted his head slightly and said with a smile, "If you can reach that realm at this age, then what's the use of your master?"

There are words in the mouth of the Buddhist youth: sin and sin.

The white-robed young man on the side pursed his lips and said at this moment;

"Mr. Qi Hong, I can do it, when will it start?"

"That's fine, without further ado, let's get started now. ”

The delicate young man nodded, his hands were withdrawn from his sleeves, and the moment he made his move, a ripple appeared out of thin air, wrapping the most special three people in this scene. The rest of the people present saw nothing more than a yellow light rotating rapidly around the three of them, gradually turning from faint to prosperous, and finally enveloping the three of them, and the scene inside was unknown.

Suddenly, within the ripples, a cold man's voice came out:

"Martial Pavilion disciples, each performing its own duties. ”

The two disciples with purple ropes tied around their cuffs and trousers bent down and clenched their fists.

"Yes!"

Then each led half of the disciples, stood up, plundered one after another, scattered outside the pouring mudstream, with a vigilant expression, those bloody demon beasts in the shadows suppressed the violent thoughts that were about to move, waiting for the opportunity to move.

As if in the ripples of isolation, the delicate young man's left and right fingers each pinched three yellow feather talismans, a total of six, on which there were red cinnabar paintings on the edict runes, the young man waved in front of him, the runes were bright, and at the same time there were words in his mouth:

"Heaven and earth have spirits, ghosts have souls, gods have orders, and ghosts send to see. ”

After that, the six yellow talismans turned into six yellow lights, which dispersed in six directions and went straight to the ground.

The young man walked continuously, his mouth was endless, and a name kept echoing in his mind, until at a certain moment, the yin wind swirled in front of him and rolled up the fallen leaves in the sky.

The boy opened his eyes, and in his field of vision, there were two ghost soldiers who were no more than a foot tall, with green faces and fangs, and the phantom of a man in white who was detained with a soul lock rope on his hand.

The ghost sent the yin soldiers, and no one could see it present, only this young man, but the man's phantom, everyone could see it clearly.

I only heard the handsome man with a somewhat pale face speak, and every word was loud and heart-wrenching.

"Bai Lang, as a cultivator of the human race, you secretly cultivated the ghost law of the ghost world, and practiced the law against the sky, so that thousands of infant spirits did not return to the Tao, and the heavens are intolerable, can you be guilty?!"

The phantom of Bai Lang looked at this young man, kneeling on the ground in horror, not because of this young man, but behind the young man, there was a statue of a ten-zhang yin god, holding a soul-destroying whip in his hand, glaring angrily.

Bai Lang was so frightened that his liver and gall were split, and his yin qi involuntarily restrained into his "body", and he said in a continuous voice:

"The pawn is guilty, the pawn is guilty!"

The young man's face was expressionless, and he was still white, and said:

"Now, I ask you to answer. ”

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"Where does the method of ghost yin come from? ”

"It's the master of the ghost gate, the person of Ximing Dao. ”

"I'm not talking about the human world. ”

"It's... It's the ghost world... Blood Shura. ”

"Last night's battle, are there any other ghosts besides him?"

"There's... And there was a man named Shura, who was among them. ”

The boy paused, then asked:

"Do you know what the connection between the demon clan and the ghost world is?"

"This ....."

Bai Lang hesitated, and the delicate young man spoke:

"Do you know that you can't think about it now? The sins you have created, more than 10,000 years below, will definitely not be able to come out, even if you come out of the bridge of rebirth, let you step on it or not, I still have a little power, you weigh it yourself. ”

Bai Lang gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes!"

"In detail..."

The wind blows through, the sun rises in the sky, and within the yellow ripples, a question and an answer, and the time for a stick of incense has passed.

The Buddhist boy bowed his head and recited the sutra silently, and the delicate young man was still expressionless, but his face was already pale. The cold man known as the Lord of Qihong Pavilion said in a deep voice:

"We will verify what you said, if it is true, maybe it will benefit the common people for a while, and when the time comes, someone will believe in the Yin Court, go up to the Ghost Emperor, and forgive you for the sins of purgatory for a hundred years, but this is a drop in the bucket for your next 10,000 years, you have to be clear. ”

Bai Lang hurriedly said: "The pawn knows, but I don't want the hundred-year sin, I can even add another ten thousand years, the pawn has the courage to have a request, can you tell my sister who is still in the human world, let her not go to her mother, I can't stand her when I was alive, and the only thing I want to do now is to block a disaster for her in the future." ”

When he finished saying this, Bai Lang's phantom faded a lot and dissipated at any time.

Beads of sweat oozed from the young man's forehead, and he looked at the Qi Hong Pavilion Lord beside him, and a trace of anxiety appeared in his empty expression.

The man hesitated for a moment and said:

"Ask for what you want. ”

After that, the phantom of Bai Lang and the two ghosts that only the delicate young man could see dissipated in the wind, and the young man was dizzy, and the image of the Yin God behind him also disappeared.

He pounced, knelt on one knee, and the Buddhist boy next to him hurriedly helped him up, only to see that the delicate young man's empty eyes gradually regained his vitality, and his face was a little ruddy.

The Qi Hongge Lord patted the vertigo young man's back and said:

"I'm really sorry, I asked for a bit of a long time, thanks to you today, he will ask the city lord to bring some words to your master and promote a few words. ”

At this moment, the young man's eyes became bright, waved his hand, and said:

"The pavilion lord must not be like this, the city lord is kind to me, this time he also opened his mouth, and it is incumbent on me to come over. ”

Seeing that his eyes were resolute, Qi Hongge said no more.

Just looked at Nancheng at the foot of the mountain and let out a long sigh.

"The next days will not be peaceful......"