"The Conjuring?"

Jiang Minsheng was stunned for a moment, but then realized that most of the children in this village under his feet had been taken captive by Li Shengzeng, so there were so many women who came here to light petition lamps and pray for ghosts to spare their children.

"This Lisheng can really be described as having done all the evil things!" Jiang Minsheng scolded angrily with a weak heart.

Zhang Yu nodded thoughtfully, looked at it, and suddenly said, "Let's go down and have a look." ”

After speaking, he swept down, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the riverside.

The water was murmuring, the breeze was swaying, standing on the side of the river, Zhang Yu's mind relaxed, and he couldn't help but be a little moved for a while, and silently observed the women who set off the prayer lamp for a while, before he sighed and said softly: "They shouldn't have suffered this ordeal!"

A woman by the river silently tied up the lamp, her movements were very gentle, but her face was sad, she was tying up the puppet engraved with the name of the child in her hand, and then stretched out her hand and gently sent it, and the lantern that emitted a faint light slowly sailed downstream along the flowing water.

The paper lamp flows, swims along the water potential, and occasionally a gust of wind sweeps by, and the paper lamp swings left and right, such as a willow with the wind.

The woman's eyes were blank, and her heart rose and fell with the swaying of the paper lamp, and her hopeful eyes fell on the fragile paper lamp, and her eyes were full of earnest sorrow, as if there was something important in her life.

It wasn't until the paper lamp flowed to the corner of the riverbank and disappeared from sight that she withdrew her gaze, then folded her hands together, her lips moved slightly, and prayed softly, praying for God's blessing.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu's heart was suddenly touched, the unjust souls imprisoned in the Yin and Yang Land that he had seen before, the five children he saved by chance, and the small village outside the world in front of him...... All these things came together in an instant, and they came to my heart.

The ruthlessness of Lisheng, the unscrupulousness of wild ghosts in the wilderness, the weeping and crying of weak and indisputable women, and the life and death of innocent children!

The scene he saw this night really changed Zhang Yu's moral and social outlook formed in the past 22 years of his life, he never knew that the original ghosts and ghosts could harm people and cause harm to the point of harming heaven and reason!

Endless killing intent surged in his chest, boiling and agitating, impacting Zhang Yu's sea of knowledge, and gradually blinding Zhang Yu's judgment and reason.

Jiang Minsheng, who was following closely, only felt a strong heart, and a sharp and pressing breath was coming, and as soon as the cathartic energy hit, Jiang Minsheng only felt murderous, and the whole person retreated a few meters away without control, and it was impossible to avoid it.

After the shock settled, Jiang Minsheng glanced at Zhang Yu in awe and asked, "My lord, ...... are you?"

Zhang Yu didn't look back, only said calmly: "Go, follow me to Qingyuan Temple." ”

Jiang Minsheng was just about to agree, but he immediately woke up in a blink of an eye, and said suspiciously: "My lord, aren't we looking for the entrance to the ancient temple?"

"I can't wait, let's go directly to the temple gate of Qingyuan Temple. ”

A bland sentence calmly seemed to be unable to hear any emotion, but when it fell on Jiang Minsheng's ears, it was tantamount to thunder on the ground.

Jiang Minsheng was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "What the adults are talking about is the main gate of the ancient temple?"

Zhang Yu didn't answer, he turned around and glanced at the women who were mourning and thinking again, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, he turned around and didn't say a word, he rose up to the sky and flew towards the sky.

"Alas!"

Jiang Min stomped his feet in a hurry, and when he saw Zhang Yu's swiftness, he was about to disappear into the sky, so he sighed heavily and chased after him.

The night sky was gloomy, deep and depressing, full of a gloomy atmosphere, Zhang Yu's face was cold, and he walked quickly, unaware of everything around him.

Jiang Minsheng hurried and hurried to the front, and then bluntly persuaded: "My lord, where the temple gate is located, the danger is comparable to that of a ghost!"

Seeing that Zhang Yu didn't react, Jiang Minsheng took a deep breath and continued to persuade: "There are thousands of wandering spirits and wild ghosts gathered there, and most of them are people with strong spirits and who have committed murder and evil in the yang world, not to mention fierce ghosts such as Lisheng and others, who are also in the temple, if I go like this, I am afraid that it will cause a big disaster!"

Jiang Minsheng was worried, and persuaded bitterly, his face full of incomprehension.

Zhang Yu paused slightly when he heard this, turned his head to look at Jiang Minsheng, smiled softly, and said, "Since I am a Yin Cao god, how can I retreat when I hear the evil ghost?"

Jiang Minsheng's face was anxious, and he was about to argue, but he heard Zhang Yu say again: "Besides, the husband acts, he should do something and not do something." ”

At this moment of night, the expression on Zhang Yu's face was unprecedentedly calm and solemn, as if what was waiting for him in front of him was an extremely sacred and solemn thing.

"So," Zhang Yu raised his eyes, glanced at Jiang Minsheng, and said calmly: "This trip, I have to go to Qingyuan Temple!"

"But ......" Jiang Minsheng hesitated, and wanted to say something more, but as soon as he touched Zhang Yu's eyes, he couldn't say the rest of the words anyway.

Thinking about the pain of those young children, Jiang Minsheng felt the same way, and then he was infected by Zhang Yu's emotions, he also burst out with infinite pride, and said in a loud voice: "Since adults can ask for their lives for the common people, how can villains lag behind, this Qingyuan Temple, villains are going to accompany adults!"

After speaking, the two looked at each other, and then laughed loudly, and the laughter was wild, and the night sky was endless for a long time.

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In the middle of the night, on a barren mountain dozens of miles away from the border city, an ancient road is narrow and cramped, the rocks on both sides stand up, all kinds of strange flowers and plants are craggy and distributed, intertwined with each other, occasionally a breeze blows, and the whining sound sounds, such as the night owl ghost crying, making people feel cold all over the body.

"Goo...... Goo!"

After an unknown bird and beast cried, there was a sudden gust of wind in the mountain, blowing the door panel of a dilapidated ancient temple in front of the mountain, and the dusty door plaque was very unreliable, and the door panel moved together, and the plaque creaked and undulated, and it was crumbling.

Several traditional Chinese seal characters on the plaque are shallow, and they are almost impossible to see their original faces, and only vaguely distinguish the words Qing and Temple.

After the gloomy wind, two evil ghosts holding steel forks, slanting eyes and crooked lips, holding broken lanterns suddenly appeared in the air.

Before long, a sharp and piercing gong and drum sound suddenly sounded in the ancient temple, accompanied by bursts of suona blowing sounds, which suddenly resounded in the mountain wilderness, far away, and sounded very strange.

After the sound of gongs and drums, a scholar in Tsing Yi, dressed as an ancient showman, with his hands behind his back, led a group of ghosts with relatively complete faces, and came out of the temple gate, with a high spirit.

The ghosts behind Xiucai, some beat gongs and drums, some played suona, and some carried burdens, one by one, with high expressions, and came out of the temple gate in order.

Zhang Yu, who made up his mind to go straight to the main gate of Qingyuan Temple, led Jiang Minsheng, who looked at death as home, to the front of the mountain gate, and happened to witness the absurd scene in front of him.

Quirky?

There was an accident in front of him, Zhang Yu waved his hand to signal Jiang Minsheng to restrain his breath, and the two of them hid their figures, flying behind a rock wall, watching quietly.

At this time, a big red sedan chair suddenly appeared at the entrance of the ancient temple, and eight strong and tall fierce ghosts were carrying it, stepping out of the mountain steps step by step, and parking the big red sedan chair at the entrance of the temple gate.

"What are you doing? Could it be that you're greeting your family?"

Jiang Minsheng muttered in Zhang Yu's ear and whispered to himself, as if he was very puzzled by the scene in front of him.

The ghost who looked like Xiucai looked up at the sky at this time, and then waved his hand, and the non-stop suona and drum beatings behind him suddenly collectively muted and stopped playing.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu frowned slightly, and said, "This ghost is quite intelligent, and he can command those little ghosts like this, I'm afraid he is also a wild ghost who has practiced for more than a hundred years!"

Zhang Yu muttered, but at this time, there were bursts of gongs and drums on the stone steps in the mountains, the sound of boiling and reflecting the sky, and occasionally mixed with the crackling sound of firecrackers.

Just as I was feeling strange, a group of figures turned over the mountain rocks and appeared in front of the temple gate.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu suddenly spoke in a hurried tone, and lost his voice: "It's actually a living person!"