Qingyuan Temple in the night is dilapidated and desolate, you can't see the slightest human fireworks, the plaque that has been eroded by the years is full of spider patterns, the moss bushes on the eaves on both sides of the temple gate, the dust is rising, the green bricks and green tiles that have been paved on the ground in some years have been broken into sections, turned into powder, and melted into the soil.

Glancing at the silent and ruined temple, Zhang Yu did not hesitate, and stepped into the temple gate, Jiang Minsheng saw this, and also followed closely and stepped in.

Boom, the scene in front of them turned in an instant, and the moment the two of them stepped into the temple, the surrounding scenery immediately disappeared, the broken cobwebs on the lintel, the crumbling door frame, disappeared without a trace for a while.

Hey?

As soon as Jiang Minsheng was shocked, what he saw in front of him instantly turned into pitch black, but there was a black mist like tentacles as far as his eyes could see, spinning and swinging.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Jiang Minsheng spit out disdainfully, then stretched out his hand to touch it, and the moment Jiang Minsheng touched the black fog, the black fog suddenly contracted, and turned into an octopus's whisker appearance, and then suddenly convulsed, and suddenly firmly trapped Jiang Minsheng.

Jiang Minsheng's hand was tightly absorbed by the black mist, and the person was still standing in place, his anger surged, exerted his strength, and he pulled it suddenly, but he only felt that the strength of his body was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it was all absorbed by the black mist.

Jiang Minsheng, who was not convinced, was furious, and before he went deep into the temple, he would be trapped by a few tricks here? At the moment, he resorted to all kinds of methods, pulling, pulling, dragging, and pushing, but he never saw any results, if Gu Nian had already entered the temple, Jiang Minsheng would even have taken out the ghost order to extinguish the urge to annoy people in front of him.

"This thing is weirdly tight!"

Squinting at the tentacle, Jiang Minsheng finally found that no matter how he struggled, the tentacle was like a gangrene on the soles of his feet, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Jiang Minsheng, who was helpless, had no choice but to turn his eyes for help to Zhang Yu at this time, but found that Zhang Yu's eyes had been staring at the whiskers that had been conjured up by the thick fog.

After a while, I saw that Zhang Yu didn't say a word, and slowly walked to Jiang Minsheng's side, and then stretched out his hand with a solemn expression, put it on Jiang Minsheng's arm, exerted force slightly, and turned the other hand into a pinching charm, and said lightly: "Yin and Yang follow, the avenue is unhindered, divide!"

With this action, a gust of air suddenly surged in the air, turning into a killing aura, and suddenly rushed towards Jiang Minsheng's palm.

There was a soft sound, as light as a knife cutting tofu, and the yin and yang qi suddenly broke through the black mist that looked like a beard, and fell deeply into it.

"My lord, this?"

Jiang Minsheng withdrew his arm and just wanted to ask a question, but when he saw Zhang Yuyi raise his hand, he stopped him, and pointed his finger at the black mist that had been broken through a gap.

After the black fog was broken, a few screams of pain suddenly came from inside, and then the black fog suddenly rolled over, shrinking and swallowing, and hideous and terrifying human faces appeared on his face.

The facial features of the human face, eyebrows, eyes and facial features are not matched with each other, as if they were temporarily put together with needles and threads, missing an eyebrow on the left, missing half of the face on the right, and even the upper and lower lips are reversed in order, making a mess.

"Who are you who dare to trespass on Qingyuan Temple and live impatiently?"

"Who is this half of your face that dares to be so rude to my family?"

Jiang Minsheng was angry and scolded angrily.

The human face squinted at Jiang Minsheng, and said disdainfully: "It almost became a thing in my belly, and you dare to be so rampant!"

Jiang Minsheng was furious when he heard this, but he immediately thought of something, and looked down, but saw that the arm he had just been trapped in was dim at this time, and his soul qi was thin, like an early morning mist, which would evaporate at any time.

"What have you done to me, you fierce?" Jiang Minsheng was shocked and angry, and couldn't help shouting.

"Hehe," the face salivated when he saw this, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was still unsatisfied, and said while licking and reminiscing: "I haven't tasted a pure ghost like you for a long time, the breath is full, and there are no impurities in the body, it is really delicious!"

"Evil beast!"

Without waiting for Jiang Min's voice, Zhang Yu, who was standing quietly, had already changed his face, he waved his hand violently, and a sound of wind and thunder surging sounded in the air, and in an instant, a stream of Nine Shadows Qi turned into an air arrow, and suddenly bombarded that ugly face.

Ahh

The human face screamed wildly, and the patchwork facial features on the face suddenly exploded, and the eyes, ears, mouth, nose and tongue were scattered, like a rag doll that had been shattered, and exploded from the junction of the threads.

"You are a ghost with no face and no body who dares to be presumptuous in front of me, you really don't know the height of the sky!"

Zhang Yu's cold voice came at the right time, full of majesty.

After the black mist was forced back by Zhang Yu's blow, he couldn't help screaming miserably, his voice was erratic, and he seemed to be a man and a woman for a while, and it seemed to be a thousand people speaking together.

Jiang Minsheng was surprised when he saw this, and said, "What the hell is this?"

"Hmph," Zhang Yu frowned coldly, and said disdainfully: "It's just the accumulation of countless remnants of souls who died in Qingyuan Temple. ”

Jiang Minsheng muttered in his heart after hearing this, and then glanced at the much dimmer soul qi on his arm, and then heard Zhang Yu sigh: "After Qingyuan Temple became an ancient temple, this ghost spirit has no living flesh and blood soul, so it can only absorb those newly dead souls, but these ghosts have a strong body, once they are ingested, they will inevitably be integrated into the divine consciousness, and over time, they will be delirious, go crazy, and fall into evil demons. ”

As soon as the words fell, they saw that the light around them turned, and the black fog in front of them swirled, and then disappeared, and the two of them stood on the threshold of the temple gate again.

"It turns out that this is all a trick!" Jiang Minsheng suddenly realized and sighed.

"This kind of machine spirit, the cultivation is not high, but it must be born by relying on external objects, and the best thing is those spells that charm people's hearts, if the mind is not strong, as soon as they escape in, they will fall into it, fall into the dream, and finally can't extricate themselves!"

Out of the illusion, Zhang Yu explained to Jiang Minsheng while investigating the surrounding environment and concentrating on vigilance.

"In this Qingyuan Temple, it is really a ghost, demonic spirit, we haven't gone deep into the temple, we ran into such filthy things. ”

Jiang Minsheng was not angry, and cursed loudly.

Zhang Yu sighed softly when he heard this, glanced at the temple gate behind him, said nothing, and walked into the temple with his head held high.

As soon as the two stepped in, the scene in front of them changed suddenly, only to hear a burst of beautiful silk and bamboo sound from the air, such as resentment, mourning, the initial voice was very low, as if someone was whispering in the ear, warm words soothing, until the two of them walked forward, deep into the temple, the sound of silk and bamboo gradually became high-pitched, and accompanied by the rumbling sound of drumming, the tone was suppressed, and the rhythm was distinct.

With the progress of the footsteps of the two, the scenery around the temple is also constantly changing, when they first entered the temple, the two can still see the blue bricks and white tiles, the fallen dead branches of the corner of the temple eaves, but later, I don't know when there was a gust of wind, blowing up the fog that covers people's eyes, the fog is hazy and boundless, there seems to be nothing, the sound of footsteps in the fog is shallow, rubbing the grass on the ground, making a sound similar to sass.

Zhang Yu turned back suddenly, but found that the path when he came, I don't know when it had been hidden by the heavy fog, and disappeared behind him.

Zheng, Zheng.

At this time, a burst of piano music suddenly sounded in the center of the fog, light as silence, empty and high, which made people unconsciously give birth to a sense of dust and ethereal, just like a peerless beauty to the sky and the moon, dancing and playing, sighing and self-pity.

Guided by the sound of the piano, the two of them unconsciously emptied, feeling as if there was only the elegant sound of the piano in their ears and the sound of silk and bamboo music in the sky and the earth.

At this moment, a seeping face suddenly appeared in the fog behind him, hanging on the dusty temple wall, and he was smiling with a sly face, watching the figures of the two disappear into the mist.