A dilapidated mountain temple, which is no different from ordinary land, only has the name of a mountain god, and has very little jurisdiction. It is equivalent to the difference between Shangzhou and Xiazhou after Jing Yang's change this time, the history of Shangzhou Thorns is at least from the third grade, and the history of Xiazhou Thorn is from the fourth grade, and the difference is not a star and a half.

In this way, the little mountain god of Zhaoshan also endured for a hundred years, until he finally consumed the last bit of incense, and finally his soul was destroyed.

The Jingyang Dynasty has a very strict assessment of these local mountain monarchs and water gods, just one reason, if you want to be promoted, you can accumulate incense, and if the realm is high, it will naturally give you a promotion. And the only way they can accumulate incense is for believers to come in and offer incense, the kind with sincerity.

Later, it was taken over by the female ghost who returned to her hometown after death, and somehow got an opportunity to turn to the ghost cultivation path, and this ruined temple withered more and more.

Yang Baoxin rubbed his eyes and returned to the mountain temple, and when he entered the door, a wild ghost who had made do to keep his soul alive came over, and said with a smile: "Sister, General Fang Caihu sent someone to come, saying that he would come to visit my sister later, are we going to prepare something?" ”

The person who spoke was actually a nearby citizen, but he was from the city, and he committed adultery with someone and killed his husband, and he was beaten to death.

It's still a mouthful of resentment, and she doesn't want to board the Ming ship used by Yudu Luo Mountain to attract souls, and she doesn't know how she escaped Yinsi, anyway, she went around for half a year, and finally came to Zhaoshan.

Na Cheng wants to be this virtuous after death.

Yang Baoxin kicked it to the ground, fighting ghosts, and hitting one by one.

"Why don't you go to Nanfeng and beg that tiger son to help you embark on the path of ghost cultivation, after you have the realm of refining qi, you can always find a stone to grind and grind it to relieve your hatred, right?"

The woman who had not yet entered the path of ghost cultivation trembled, hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said to forgiveness: "Sister, I was thinking that if the two of us join forces, it would be easier to practice in the future, right?" ”

She rolled her eyes a few times and said softly: "It's better than facing those rough men who smell of sweat!" ”

Yang Baoxin sneered, "I'm just sucking their painless yang energy, what about you?" What are you thinking? ”

As he was speaking, Yang Baoxin suddenly turned his head to look at it, and his brows furrowed suddenly.

After scolding a few little ghosts, Yang Baoxin hid his figure and waited for the young scholar with yang energy on his shoulders as if he was carrying the sun.

I have been a ghost for so long, and the first time I have seen such a person with such a strong yang energy, is that those eighteen or nineteen chicks with strong blood and strength Where do they have such an atmosphere?

Seeing the white-clothed scholar with a cage on his back approaching the broken temple, Yang Baoxin deliberately turned his head and glared at the female ghost named Bottle. Then he said in a voice that only a qi refiner or a ghost could hear: "You have seduced the nearby villagers again and again, I don't care about you, and I don't care about you when I tell that tiger son that I practiced the art of acacia, but if you dare to harm people at will, then you will die far away, don't harm me, I was demonized and eliminated for no reason." In the courtyard by the wheat field, there are at least two people who are practitioners, and I can't be sure if they are qi refiners, but I definitely can't afford to mess with them. ”

The bottle shrank its head, in fact, it only had a soul body, and mortals could not touch it at all. Their greatest ability is nothing more than to use the yin qi on their bodies to scare the minds of mortals.

The scholars who walked into the temple were busy for a long time before they lit a fire, in the summer, in fact, it is not cold, but every big night, some fires will always make people feel more at ease.

The young scholar took out a piece of steamed bun that could be used as a hammer, the kind that had to be dipped in water before biting.

After eating and drinking, the reader took out another book and flipped through the books by the firelight.

The bottle is filled with saliva, she is a ghost, and the yang energy on the shoulders of the reader is a rare delicacy for her. As long as she absorbs half of it, her soul can at least reach a condensed state.

A woman can't enjoy it wantonly, and it's useless to be a ghost.

If she can be like Yang Baoxin, she is obviously a ghost but has a body that is no different from a person, and she is not afraid of playing with a bad body, then she will not be the same every day, a new man every night, and try the flower work that she didn't do when she was alive one by one.

Yang Baoxin turned his head, his face gloomy.

The reason why her reputation is so bad is because of the bottle, but she can't kill her, at least when the tiger son comes, she can help her stop one or two.

In fact, she also knew that the tiger spirit would come tonight.

I have long heard that Master Zhou of the Yangtze River has been promoted to the water god of Qiantang Fuchun Erjiang, and he has rushed to take office, and no one in this vicinity can suppress the animal that has already reached the Jindan realm.

The reason why I glanced at the small courtyard from afar was to say goodbye.

Yang Baoxin smiled bitterly, waved his hand and wiped it on his face, half of his face was wiped off immediately, his eyes were sticky to the flesh and skin hanging down on his chin, and half of his face was blurred with flesh and blood, so it was not scary.

She took a deep breath, no longer hiding her figure, and floated behind the scholar with her true body.

I hope you don't scare him to death, forget it, it's better to be scared to death than to be eaten by the tiger spirit.

As a result, the reader was fascinated by the book, and he didn't notice a female ghost behind him.

Yang Baoxin was helpless, so he had to wave his hand and start a gust of wind.

The reader was startled by the wind and wanted to raise his hand to protect the bonfire, but when he stretched out his hand, a drop of cold blood dripped into the palm of his hand.

The reader was stunned, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and when he turned his head, he saw the terrifying scene, and his whole eyes turned upward, and he fainted on the spot.

Yang Baoxin smiled bitterly, reached out to put his cheek back to his cheek, and sighed: "Why are you so daring?" ”

But it's okay to faint and throw it into the small courtyard, presumably the two martial arts people can also detect it.

Just as he was about to reach out and grab the scholar, a demon wind blew, accompanied by the sound of wild laughter, and the tiger spirit appeared out of thin air.

Even if he turned into a human form, this tiger spirit still had a fierce face.

"Sister Baoxin, the surname Zhou is gone, Nanfeng and this Zhaoshan will be our territory in the future, now we are not afraid of this or that, we will become tonight, right?"

Lewd lust hangs on the face, without concealing it at all.

Now that the water god is gone, who else can stop me from doing things within a hundred miles?

After saying that, the tiger spirit looked down at the fainting reader.

"Yikes! Good food, sister, you suck yang energy, this flesh is full of blood and energy, just after you and I are done, I will make up for my brother. ”

Yang Baoxin frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This is the place of the Jingyang Dynasty, you dare to eat people at will?" ”

The tiger spirit sneered and said indifferently: "Without the surname Zhou, the emperor is far away, what am I afraid of?" ”

Yang Baoxin took a deep breath, the tiger spirit in front of him was already crazy.

She didn't think about it, she took a step, grabbed the scholar and threw it out of the temple, and then ran the spell, and the entire mountain temple was surrounded by a furious yin wind, and Yang Baoxin actually temporarily entered the realm of condensation.

The tiger spirit smiled happily, squinted his eyes, and said, "Sure enough, the chain left by the old mountain god was obtained by you." ”

Yang Baoxin is already holding a pair of chains, and she herself is suffering from chains, but now there is no other way.

The tiger spirit grinned, "I don't understand, why are you fighting with me?" Aren't you also sucking the yang energy of the people in the village, I can't go and have a full meal if I want to? ”

Yang Baoxin threw up the chain and smashed it, and said, "They owe me, but in any case, I didn't hurt their lives." ”

When the chain was thrown off, Yang Baoxin was obviously a little weaker. As a result, the other end was grabbed by the tiger spirit, and with a slight flick, Yang Baoxin was thrown away, smashing down a wall.

For ordinary Qi Refiners, being separated by a realm is like being separated by a moat.

Even the Huang Ting realm, which is holding the demon chain, is difficult to fight with the Jindan realm.

Unless that chain demon has a spirit soldier or even an immortal soldier rank.

It's a pity that the chain in Yang Baoxin's hand can only be separated from the rank of mortal soldiers.

In the small courtyard house, Liu Jingxun grinned and said softly: "Baijie, I told Bai Xiaodou the truth, and I will tell you again." Hearing is false, seeing is not necessarily believing, and observing people should be in the presence of wealth, sex, drunkenness, and ignorance. This Yang Baoxin, she can still throw out my talisman clone when she is in trouble, which shows that although she is just a ghost cultivator, her heart is still there. ”

In the next room, Dou Qiong stubbornly burrowed into the bed, but suddenly found that there seemed to be nothing serious. Even the old woman helped herself cover the quilt from time to time, for fear that the night wind would be cold and she would be easy to catch a cold.

Dou Qiong has been thinking about what the old woman said, her daughter was forced to marry far away by the people in the village, and she is afraid that she will be gone a long time ago.

At that time, Dou Qiong only wanted one thing, that is, to let Liu Jingxun lift her seal, and she wanted to kill all those who used other people's lives as bargaining chips in order not to cause trouble.

Why? Why can outsiders dominate the life of an old woman's daughter?

But Liu Jingxun said in his heart: "Dou Qiong, when you were plotting to slander my younger brother and sister, did you think about it, why? ”

Therefore, when she finally had a bed to sleep in at night, Dou Qiong was destined to be unable to sleep.

The old woman suddenly spoke: "Girl, don't think about it, I can see that you have something unspeakable, but that young man with a sword is definitely not a bad person." At the end of my life, I don't know how people look at them, but I can't see people's hearts, and it's quite accurate. ”

Dou Qiong was silent for a long time, and she didn't know if the old woman had already slept, anyway, she asked in a low voice: "Mother-in-law, people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows are different, but they are the same, right?" ”

The old woman was not asleep yet.

The old man turned to the side and said softly: "I don't know any big truth, I just know that if you can think about others, of course others will think about you." When people live in the world, the amount of human affection has little to do with whether they are smart or not. ”

In the ruined temple, the tiger spirit walked out of the door with a smile, instantly walked to the side of the scholar who was thrown away, and waved his hand, originally wanting to disembowel the reader, but when he waved his hand, the young man actually turned into a piece of talisman paper.

Leng Buding swept through a sword light, and there was only a white-fronted tiger with a different head left outside the broken temple.

Yang Baoxin struggled to get up, turned his head to look at home, and looked shocked.