Wuxin looked twice with the naked eye, but he didn't see anything.

But he knew that since the Taoist priest in front of him had said it, he would definitely not talk nonsense, and he must have found something to ask him to see.

Wuxin glanced at He Weitong, then closed his eyes in front of the locust tree, and slowly swiped his fingers in front of him.

The world changed, and it became scarlet again, but when he looked in the direction of the locust tree, he still didn't find anything, just when he thought he had been tricked and wanted to open his eyes and theorize.

He suddenly found that there was a thick yin qi around the locust tree, and that yin qi was also mixed with resentment, evil energy, and so on.

The combination of these several auras is not a good sign, even if there are no spirits here, but with such a concentration of aura, it is easy to demonize an ordinary thing.

Therefore, it is very likely that the locust tree in front of him has become a spirit, and the reincarnation of Wuxin is an old man who has lived for almost a hundred years after all, and he quickly heard He Weitong's inner meaning.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at He Weitong and said, "What do you think?" ”

He Weitong smiled, he smiled unintentionally, he couldn't be sure, but he had to pretend to be sure.

"In my opinion, it's not like the villagers say that some terrible ghost has returned to ask for his life, but this mature locust tree is doing trouble." He Weitong looked at the locust tree in front of him and said.

Wuxin followed He Weitong's gaze to the locust tree, was silent for a while, and then said, "I think the same way." ”

"Daoist friends can have a way to deal with it." Wuxin asked.

He Weitong glanced at Wuxin, then stepped forward to look at the locust tree in front of him, and said after a long time: "Since it harms people, then burn it." ”

As he spoke, he flipped his hand, took out the remaining few jujube pits, and threw them towards the locust tree, and when he finished speaking, the jujube pits had been nailed to various positions of the locust tree.

A total of seven, nailed to the key points of the locust tree, these acupuncture points can seal the demon power of the locust tree, and can also prevent the tree demon dog from jumping off the wall, and would rather lose the demon body than the golden silkworm to get out of the shell.

In his previous life, he often saw those old people nailing iron nails into those old trees, which meant nailing them and preventing them from becoming demons.

Before, he didn't understand this kind of behavior very much, but now that he has cultivated the Tao, he is slowly beginning to understand.

There is a very profound knowledge in this, to put it simply, demons are like people, there are all kinds of knowledge, as long as you find these acupuncture points, you can easily win.

Any tree can use ordinary iron nails, but thinking about the locust tree in front of him, ordinary iron nails are afraid that they can't be nailed, so He Weitong used jujube cores, these jujube cores in his hands, even if they are ordinary, are also the seeds of spiritual roots, although they are not much better than ordinary jujubes, but after all, they are spiritual things, and there is aura on them.

He Weitong just gave it a try to see if these jujube cores could nail the locust tree that had not been refined for a long time, and the effect was quite good now.

"Daoyou, what are you?" The unintentional look on the side of He Weitong's methods was a little confused.

He didn't understand what He Weitong was doing.

What Wuxin's identity was before, no one knows, but now he is not a Taoist or a Buddha, although his image is a monk, but it is just a special dress for the sake of mixed food, he has not only pretended to be a monk, but also pretended to be a Taoist.

Dressing up as a monk is a matter of nearly two or three hundred years, because the rulers of the Qing Dynasty worship Buddhism and do not worship Taoism, because the imperial court is like this, and the people at the bottom naturally believe in Buddhism.

Taoist priests and monks appeared at the same time, and the people of this era generally chose monks.

Wuxin's identity has nothing to do with what he will do, so it's understandable that he can't see it.

"Pin it, I'm afraid he'll run away." He Weitong looked at the locust tree that didn't react at all and said.

"What did you throw out?"

"Just a few date pits." He Weitong said with a smile.

After speaking, without waiting for the unintentional continuation of the question, he put aside the one-person-tall barmao and walked towards the locust tree.

"Jujube pits?" Wuxin was very confused.

However, seeing that He Weitong had already walked forward, he didn't ask again, but put his doubts in his heart and followed.

He Weitong waved his big hand and bent Ba Mao with real qi pressure, opening a way for them.

When I came to the locust tree, the yin qi became more and more intense.

Moreover, the sound of the leaves on the locust tree was very strong, and the locust tree felt their arrival and began to be afraid.

Because it found that it couldn't use its demonic power, and it couldn't move, at the moment it was just an ordinary tree, no different from other trees except for feelings.

"This?" Wuxin looked at the shaking leaves on the locust tree and asked curiously.

He Weitong smiled slightly, and he reached out and plucked a jujube pit from the tree.

"Let's talk about it, in recent months, did you do the murder in Huangjia Village?" He Wei flipped the jujube core with his hand and disappeared.

The locust tree demon, the moment He Weitong pulled out the jujube core, he already felt that he could speak, but out of caution, it still didn't speak.

But He Weitongde's question made him have to speak, because He Weitong had already seen it, and if it was smart, it was very likely that it would be burned to ashes as soon as it worked.

"Real people in person, the little demon doesn't dare to lie, those people were indeed killed by me."

The voice of the locust tree demon came from the tree, sounding like a middle-aged man, and his voice was very hoarse.

"If this is the case, then I should kill you here, and you must not complain." He Weitong said.

He didn't think about it at all, it took hundreds of years for the locust tree to become a demon, how hard it was and how hard it was rare, he didn't care about this, he only killed the demon to see the mood.

After saying that, he was about to perform the fireball technique, and when his body quickly gathered the fire element, and was about to condense into fire, the locust tree demon shouted: "Real person, be merciful, I am wronged!" ”

"What else do you have to say, tell me more about it." He Weitong heard the locust tree say that he was wronged, but he still stopped what he was doing.

"They were killed by me, but not by me, they were killed by the obsession that was attached to me, although they were dressed in me, but I can't control them well." The locust dryad said.

"Obsession?"

"It's a family of more than ten people in this courtyard, after they died, all the souls were absorbed by me, but even their grievances and obsessions were attached to me, the little demon gave birth to the will three years ago, and almost at the same time they also succeeded in condensing."

"They were the ones who killed those people."

"Why did they kill those people?" He Weitong said.

"It all started 20 years ago." The locust dryad said.

Next, the locust tree demon told him the story of how the poor people seized the rich landlord and killed their whole family.

After listening to this story, He Weitong frowned.

Twenty years ago, the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded China, the world was in turmoil, the Qing government's control over the local area plummeted, and this is a remote mountain.