Wang Liang led Song Qingyun and Ci'en to the mass grave, and the hearts of the five members of the Qian family were neatly placed in front of Yang Hongyu's grave, and the five hearts were bright red in color, beating regularly in one shrink and one contraction.

There was a lot of gloomy air in the mass grave, and it was already midsummer. The sun is hot at noon, and even at noon when the yang energy is at its peak, there are few people walking around the mass graves. If it is rainy, the weather is even more cloudy, and the atmosphere is pressing. The person who was blown by the wind in his bones was cold to the bones, Wang Liang pointed to the beating heart from afar and said, "The two of you are." "I don't dare to take half a step forward.

As soon as Ci'en came to the mass grave, she felt a very strong resentment, and she was even more shocked when she saw the beating heart. Looking at the feng shui around me, I was shocked and understood.

Song Qingyun next to him was also at a loss, he had never seen such a strange scene since he came out of his mother's womb, the five living hearts were placed in front of the grave as sacrifices, and what was even more terrifying was that the five hearts beat like living creatures. Song Qingyun, who was at a loss, asked, "Holy Monk, what do you think of this matter?" ”

Ci'en pursed her mouth nervously, and her right hand kept twisting the Buddha beads. Silently looking at the heart not far away. Song Qingyun saw that he didn't answer, so he had to be silent.

In the clear afternoon sky, a white cloud covered the sun, and the already gloomy mass grave suddenly increased its gloomy aura, and a powerful murderous aura gushed out from it. Even Wang Liang, who was a mortal, felt this powerful killing intent, so frightened that his face was pale and he could barely stand, but fortunately, Ci'en stretched out his left hand to support him. Seeing that Wang Liang was already wet with cold sweat, the smell of urine emanated from between his legs.

Song Qingyun's body was not good, and he only felt a chill down his spine. The moment the white clouds covered the sun, he subconsciously pulled out his saber, if it weren't for the official knife to protect him, I'm afraid he would have peed his pants like Wang Liang.

Ci'en stabilized Wang Liang and said, "Donor, this matter has nothing to do with you, let's go back early." There are many auspicious people here, and few mortals are involved in right and wrong. ”

When Wang Liang heard this, he immediately nodded and said, "Then I won't stay with the two of you." With that, he fled.

Ci'en saw Wang Liang walking away, so he said to Song Qingyun: "Song Zhu, hurry up, you can leave too." ”

Song Qingyun shook his head and said: "Where the next duty is, there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of you. ”

Ci'en nodded and praised: "It's good to catch fast." ”

The two approached Yang Hongyu's grave, and suddenly countless green smoke came out of the grave, and then the five hearts were suddenly sucked dry and turned into powder. Countless particles were blown away by the wind. The sun is leaking right out of the clouds. The cold breath suddenly disappeared for the most part, and the cicadas in the afternoon also disappeared, as if they had become dumb and lying silently on the branches.

The insects and birds are gone, and the quiet mass graves are even more terrifying. The two big living people are in the middle, which seems extremely incongruous. Ci'en crouched down to pull out weeds for Yang Hongyu's grave. After a while, a large area of open space was cleared, and Song Qingyun also wanted to take a hand, but Ci'en refused: "This is what a monk should do, and the people you are in the government eat the court's money." No matter what the unjust soul does, he should not take action. ”

Song Qingyun was silent.

Ci'en, whose hands were covered with dirt, cleaned Yang Hongyu's grave and said, "Good, good." A monk should not have done anything against good intentions, but today you try the taste of blood. There is no room for mercy on the poor monks. ”

Suddenly, the Buddha light in the old monk's body suddenly rose, and the majestic Buddha light expelled all the turbid and obscure qi in the mass grave.

Fresh air swarms to fill the short-lived vacancy. The atmosphere of the mass grave has been completely renewed.

Green smoke continued to rise from Yang Hongyu's grave, followed by an incomparably tyrannical ghost aura, and the turbid ghost aura occupied the entire mass grave in an instant.

After a short period of light, there is a darker new outcome, especially the Yin Qi led by the ghost qi to lead the mass grave looming, and the mysterious existence highlights the horror in it.

Mercy and grace put his hands together: "Good, good, the female benefactor turned back to the shore." Don't be blinded by that hatred. ”

The eerie ghost can be unscrupulous at noon with the shadow of the trees, and at midnight when the yin qi is the heaviest, I am afraid that you can leave the mass grave and go out to harm people.

"Dignified and stinky monk, where were you so-called righteous men and gentlemen when I was victimized? Who ever came to the rescue of me, a weak woman. A terrible voice came from Yang Hongyu's grave, and the strong ghostly aura seemed to spread like a mist.

Song Qingyun's legs trembled with fright, and he grabbed Ci'en's hand tightly, unable to speak in fear.

Ci En said: "Lord Song Shi doesn't need to be afraid, it is just a false appearance, and such an illusion can only be useful to mortals with ghosts in their hearts." You have a clear conscience, so why be afraid of this. ”

Song Qingyun swallowed his saliva and said, "It's the boy tense." It's just that this trick is the same as the real thing. ”

A woman dressed in red crawled out of the grave, suspended in mid-air more than two feet above the ground, her long hair covering her face, and her long white and slender fingers pointed at Ci'en and said, "It's all good things that you, an old monk, have ruined me." Today, I want you to come to the funeral together. ”

The female ghost who was forced out just now was turned into Yang Hongyu, and last night Xi'er took out the hearts of the five members of the Qian family and gave it directly to Yang Hongyu, who was unjust, and then used the secret decree to directly turn into a ghost and prepare to wash Haitang Town in blood tonight. It was only through the mercy that came that he had to show up to fight against the uninvited guests.

Ci'en shook her head and clasped her hands together and said, "Amitabha, the female benefactor should put down the butcher's knife and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation to continue the cause and effect of the previous life. ”

Yang Hongyu said bitterly: "You said that if you re-enter reincarnation, you want me to re-enter reincarnation, can you eliminate the resentment in my heart? ”

Yang Hongyu, who had a great increase in ghostly energy, suddenly became difficult, and a red red silk directly attacked Ci'en. There is a terrifying ghost aura in the red silk and the dead aura that only a dead person can exude. In the gloomy mass grave, it is even more powerful and even more powerful.

Ci'en was in danger, he tore off a rosary bead and hit the rosary with a flick of his fingers, and the tiny rosary and the red silk collided with each other, and with a "bump", Ci'en offset Yang Hongyu's attack. Ci'en said calmly: "The poor monk still said the same thing, please turn back as soon as possible." ”

Yang Hongyu, who took back the red silk, said coldly: "I still say that you will never be able to cross me into hell." Never. ”

The old monk couldn't help but sigh and said: "Because of your anger alone, you implicate the people of the whole town, how can you not act against the sky." If you cause a tragedy in the world because of your own selfish desires, you may not be able to return to hell forever. ”

Yang Hongyu and Ben didn't have the heart to listen to the monk's nagging, and accumulated all their resentment, and a stronger ghost aura came out of the ground, which was resentment against the people of Quanhaitang Town, resentment that they did not stand up in time to testify for themselves, and made themselves the sluts referred to by Qianfu, and their innocent reputation was ruthlessly trampled on by the Qian family, and their biological parents died because of this incident.

After his death, he was abandoned in a mass grave, and his corpse was left to stink and rot, and he was wantonly bitten by wild dogs. Yang Hongyu's unwilling soul was unwilling to leave the world, so she stayed in the mass grave, looking at the corpses that gradually turned into white bones day after day. In the end, the body was covered with dirt.

It wasn't until last night that Xi'er took the hearts of the five members of the Qian family to sacrifice to herself, and she broke through the restrictions of her soul and turned into a ghost. in order not to be subject to the prohibition of mass graves.

After death, the soul must enter the underworld, and if you are still in the world, you will become a lonely ghost wandering in the world, and the lonely soul and wild ghost are also restricted from leaving the burial place.

The soul is also a combination of energy bodies, and the soul with a strong vitality of heaven and earth will survive longer, otherwise it can only be annihilated.

There is also the cultivation of the soul, which can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth on its own in order to gradually grow and turn into a ghost clan and leave the world. If the soul is too angry, it is extremely easy to mix into the demon path and become a powerful ghost in the process of cultivation, although it becomes a ghost clan, it will definitely be hunted down and killed by the people of the world.

Today, Yang Hongyu has become a powerful ghost, and the first thing she wants to do is to kill all the indifferent people in Haitang Town to vent her hatred.

If it is after tonight, Yang Hongyu, who turns into a ghost, will be able to automatically enter and exit the mass grave.

The growth of ghost energy has a lot to do with resentment and sacrifices. The heart of the Qian family is the best sacrifice, and enough resentment urges Yang Hongyu's deformed growth.

The old monk knew that this was an irresolvable resentment, no one in this world could resolve the resentment in her heart, her hatred was disappointment in the world, and it was an abomination of human nature.

Everyone has to be integrated into society, and society accepts individuals. Because of the existence of ranks, different classes enjoy different privileges, and Yang Hongyu, who is at the lowest level of society, can only silently accept the oppression from the upper class.

But she didn't want to accept it silently! She chose to resist, in order to maintain social stability and people's peace of mind, so Ci'en had to take action.

Song Qingyun next to him held the official knife and asked worriedly: "The holy monk doesn't know how many layers of certainty he can subdue this powerful ghost and return Haitang Town to peace?"

Ci'en sat down with her hands together and said, "It is very easy for the poor monk to subdue her, but it is absolutely impossible for her to voluntarily put down the butcher's knife. ”

"What's the difference?"

"Amitabha, there is a world of difference between the two. It's easy to kill people, but it's hard to cross people. This woman has a rough life and suffers humiliation in the world, so she will not hesitate to turn into a ghost to take revenge on the world. For now, we can only destroy her, and let the old man bear all the sins. The monk clasped his hands, put the rosary in his hand in his arms, and recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. The compassionate Dharma emanates from the body of the old monk.

The golden light is scattered, and the mercy is like the reincarnation of an Arhat, and the golden light is dazzling.

Yang Hongyu, who was still carried away just now, saw the Buddha's light suddenly rise, and her eyes were stabbed, and she had never seen the power of Buddhism. I am afraid of the golden light of Buddhism.

knew in his heart that his Taoism was not the opponent of the monk, and he was forced to reluctantly Yang Hongyu to restrain his ghost qi and go directly into the grave.

Seeing Yang Hongyu turn into a puff of green smoke and return to the grave. Only then did Ci En accept the Dharma. He stood up and said, "Just now I forced the ghost back." Let's quickly take out her bones and put them in the sun for a day to break the breath of this ghost. ”

Song Qingyun said: "Is this useful?"

Ci En said: "If this ghost thing has no bones, it will be rootless water, and it will not survive for a long time. ”

The two immediately set out to prepare to dig up Yang Hongyu's grave. Unexpectedly, Yin Hong's blood oozed out of the first shovel. Frightened, Song Qingyun threw away the shovel and screamed.

Mercy and Grace enlightened: "Color is emptiness, and emptiness is color." Master Song didn't need to panic. ”

Song Qingyun continued to dig the grave with understanding, looking at the steady stream of blood gushing out of his heart, he felt very uncomfortable. I thought to myself: "This old monk doesn't have any special hobbies, he has dug people's graves twice with him, and I don't know if he will go to hell after he dies." ”

When the two dug up Yang Hongyu's grave, the blood finally stopped. But the tomb was empty. Ci'en was shocked: "It's not good, in her plan to steal the sky. Hurry back to Begonia Town. ”

At the same time, the ghostly aura spreads to Begonia Town.