"Lin Feng" became "Hong Ni" sat in the car again, and the darkness engulfed the two people behind him, and replaced them with the five ghosts who stole the door, they were originally doing this.

Lin Feng didn't manage these thieves very much, he was originally reckless, and he didn't care much about these thieves.

But now, he has a big butler who takes care of the overall situation, and he handles things in an orderly manner.

The seventeenth floor of the five ghosts, even in history, is a rare scene.

With the incense fire godway, drive these five ghosts, they don't even have the heart to rebel, this is actually a means born from the secret method of stealing the door.

Steal other people's luck and take the place of others' lives.

This is the strength of the five ghosts of the seventeenth floor thief, and five is also an imaginary number.

The car continued to walk forward, and no one in the car spoke, but the feeling of danger made everyone's hairs stand on end.

They still walked towards the front in silence, and another county seat was close at hand, and the car turned into the county seat.

Navigate to the local police station.

The police station is not far away.

At the intersection, the red light is on.

"Hong Ni" stopped the car and waited for the red light to pass, but he didn't expect that a muck truck would crash straight into the car.

Running a red light, he directly knocked the car into scrap metal.

Not only that, but I don't know when, the ornament hanging on the front rearview mirror of the muck truck driver turned into an eye.

The driver felt confused, and there was a yellow talisman pasted behind him, with black dog blood and iron hooks and silver on it.

This is not a Taoist talisman, this is a talisman of a priest, and the names of ghosts and gods are written on it.

It's the name of the ghost handsome, it's extremely cool!

Black dog blood has the effect of warding off evil spirits, but when mixed with some medicinal herbs, it will turn into an extremely yin thing.

No need to write characters.

Just by mixing the black dog's blood with some medicinal herbs and putting it in place, there will be an evil spirit that will be attracted to it, and its effect is similar to that of the powder of the longevity insect.

The talisman written on it is strangely effective.

This was a murder against Lin Feng.

Under the impact, the "scrap iron" flame in front of him was raging, and it actually caused an explosion!

In the midst of the flames, a demon fiercely held a fork and slammed it into Lin Feng in the back seat.

Stuck it in the back seat.

Then came an even more terrifying explosion.

Even the muck truck in front of him was swept in.

In the flames, someone took the eyeball away, and the talisman also turned into nothingness in the flames.

By the time 120 arrived, it was already a sea of fire.

Strangely, the deepest flames of magnificent color in the sea of fire were all gone.

All that remained was the flames of gasoline burning.

Black smoke billowed like a dragon.

Choked so much that people couldn't open their eyes.

When the rescuers saw this scene, they were also a little dumbfounded.

"How can you explode so ......?"

They couldn't describe what they saw.

The people present are also people who have seen the big scene, and the scene in front of them is really a little difficult to understand, the car exploded, although it is rare, but it is understandable, but how did this muck truck explode?

And it burns so evenly.

It can be seen that a large number of flames burned towards the skeleton of the muck truck like snakes climbing on the rock, and the flames burned so fast that a feeling appeared in the minds of the rescuers.

That's hopeless.

The people inside must be hopeless, whether it's the people in this big cart or the small car.

You must know that the reason why the muck truck dares to collide so unscrupulously is because these muck trucks and cars collide together, and it is always the car that suffers.

The muck truck is insured, and the muck truck is indeed unscrupulous.

"Hey."

When the flames were finally extinguished, someone finally approached the swarthy vehicles, which were burned to the skeleton.

It doesn't even take much effort to see the "corpse" inside.

If it were a "corpse".

That's all the dregs.

It is an item that has been burned dry by fat, bones, and other substances.

The people inside are almost unrecognizable.

What else can be done in such a situation? Even people from the police station came out to help.

The real Hong Ni, covered in sweat, stood outside trembling and saw this "murder" with her own eyes.

"Let's live in the temple first."

"Lin Feng" stood beside him and said, a large number of Yin soldiers were like a gust of wind, chasing them into the distance along the traces.

"Lin Feng" is a temple blessing.

Miaozhu can only use people from his own side.

His team is the old brother in the shipwreck.

He could only ask Hong Ni to stay in the temple and hide for a while.

Lin Feng didn't set the rules, but Wei Village is indeed a complete ecology.

Everyone has their part to do.

Unless Lin Feng ordered it, otherwise, the people on the other side of the guest house would not be able to support the people in the temple.

At the foot of Miaozhu, a large number of shadows swam out like sharks that smelled blood.

These people are clothed in the smell of incense and flames, "Lin Feng" is a master of magic, and his understanding of some strange methods is also quite profound.

Some people always take pictures of these five ghosts who steal the door. These five ghosts finally played their part.

Teacher Xun propped up the umbrella and finally began to break.

Outside, it was pouring rain and falling.

As for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng and the others walked into the door of the tomb that was wide open in front of them, and when they saw the scene here, Lin Feng and Mother-in-law Wei were a little surprised.

Broken settlement.

This mausoleum, Lin Feng and Wei Ming's mother-in-law's evaluation is that this so-called king is a broken household.

When Lin Feng said the name of the owner of the tomb here, the mother-in-law also said that she had not heard of this name.

But they all see.

The world inside the tomb.

Patchwork.

After entering through the tomb gate, it should be Shinto, if not Shinto, it should be an ear chamber, at least some regulations.

But the strange thing was that after Lin Feng walked in, he found that it was a large space.

It's not like a cemetery.

How to say it, the top is not open, it is almost eleven meters high above and below, and the surrounding area is more than twenty meters wide.

It was very much like an abandoned mine, Lin Feng remembered that there was indeed a mine near Youzhou, but according to ancient technology, unless a spell was used, such a pit could be dug more than twenty meters underground.

Otherwise, almost all of the coal mines are shallow.

Not to mention such deep mineral deposits.

But what the Taoist priest pursues is not this, the orthodox Taoist priest, there are only a few people who can use this method.

They don't use their power to mine here.

After all, cultivation is not for mining.

It is better to drive the gods and ghosts to mine than to ask them to directly give themselves wealth, and the ghosts and gods who can give people wealth and nobility so unscrupulously, the interest they charge is also unbearable.

From generation to generation, for generations to come, forever, forever for debts.

The rest of the heirloom warlocks, mages, they don't do this either.

Monks, Taoist priests, and scholars have their own ways, and those upper echelons are enough for the local masters, so why bother mining?

The poor have no place to stand, the rich have a land of strangers, and the same is true among the monks, and they are not exempt from vulgarity.

Big temples, big avenues of incense for a day, small families and small temples, you can't earn it in a lifetime.

You want to live.

Lin Feng glanced around.

There were some rolling logs around, and scattered bones, as if the project was halfway done, and these people were gone.

In front of them was a temple of constant grandeur, like a small country temple, with a door of only about seven inches.

There are no windows.

The mother-in-law observed the temple and said, "It is not for the living." ”

There is an echo here.

Mother-in-law is very serious.

"There's an opening in the back of the temple, and it doesn't look like a place for people to walk in."

Lin Feng's wind passed through the temple and explored in the cave behind the temple, but he was blocked and couldn't see clearly.

In the tomb of the person, a yin temple appeared, and even some of the shamans present had amazing insights, and they couldn't help but feel furious in their hearts.

In particular, the temple in front of me is not a yin temple for the living.

There are many types of temples.

What the mother-in-law said was not for the living, but for the most bizarre of the Yin Temple.

Among them, there are gods who are worshiped who are not human, and there are also things that come to worship are not living people, and the yin of the Yin Temple, like the manifestation and tantric of the Sutra Tantra, is a kind of contrast, so this yin also has the meaning of secret.

This is the second kind, and the people who come to worship are not the same, and they are divided into demon temples, ghost temples, and they have been circulated in some ancient mouths to scare children.

Such temples are uncommon, but they are not uncommon.

Because most of them are hidden in the big houses, or in the deep mountains and old forests, but now, it appears in a tomb, and it is still under the tomb, which is even more puzzling and disgusting.

A few inches of the door, if a person wants to enter, either he is a child, or a yin thing, he can pass through here, Lin Feng can turn the wind into it, but he didn't do it.

Lin Feng's wind poured into it and saw what was inside.

Tree coffin.

Inside was a coffin, and Lin Feng didn't know much about wood, so he didn't know what kind of wood it was at all.

But he saw the inscription inside.

It was an ancient text from the ancient Zhangxiong period, and Lin Feng read out this text.

【Dedication】

【Merciful】

【Eternal and Immortal】

Mother-in-law Wei Ming looked at Lin Feng, and Lin Feng walked over with Mother-in-law Wei Ming on her back.

There's nothing to be afraid of, there's nothing too scary about this Yin Temple other than the weirdness that looks "out of place".

It's just that these words sound so much like prayers.

The mausoleum here is not very meaningful, but rather like a place of worship for a sect. When Lin Feng translated these words to Mother-in-law, Mother-in-law was also a little nervous.

She said: "I have never heard of a person called a king here, nor have I heard that there is a temple in Tibet. ”

Lin Feng said "um", and there was an ancient dragging sound behind him, and in the "Kaba Kaba", the long-lost light seeped down from above.

It was slow, like he was fighting something, but he did come down!

It looks like these people don't want to die.

"There's a hole here, but you have to drill through it."

A shaman spotted the hole behind him and shouted.

Lin Feng "um" for a moment, standing still and not moving.

Lin Feng, the text of the ancient Zhangxiong Dynasty, was not recognized at first, but now he can recognize it, and the only possibility is because of his master.

This is his knowledge.

This is another way of inheritance, which is very different from books and teachers, and it is an exchange of consciousness.

However, in the lineage of the master, there is no such operation of building a temple in the mausoleum.

What's more.

The quilt full of thunder patterns was found by the people who didn't hide it?

It doesn't look like a quilt anywhere.