Zhang Daoling slowly fell from the earthen wall, like a feather swaying in the air, he raised his hand, and the wooden sword inserted in the wall also flew over with his attraction, flew to his hand, and held a very beautiful sword flower.

Before Zhang Sulin could react, he saw a cloud of black smoke full of evil aura coming out of the body of the evil ghost that was split in two.

His complexion changed slightly, "Be careful! ”

The moment his words fell, black smoke poured out of a demonic face, and the hideous fangs bit straight at the young man's neck.

But at this moment, the young man's palm flipped over, and a bolt of lightning shot out from his palm, hitting the demon solidly.

The thunder and lightning of the sun's fierceness instantly scattered its soul.

Zhang Sulin recognized the spell, it was palm thunder.

The young man didn't even bother to turn his head to look at the evil ghost, but looked at Zhang Sulin and looked him up and down with a scrutinizing eye.

For some reason, even though he looked several rounds older than the boy, he still felt a sense of urgency and didn't dare to make eye contact with him.

"Your talent is good, but it's a pity that you were born in the wrong era." He commented.

After a pause, he asked again, "Surname Zhang?" ”

Although the voice of the young man in front of him was immature, his demeanor and tone were like that of an old man who had lived for a long time.

At this moment, how could Zhang Sulin not know that this must also be a rejuvenated monk.

He immediately bowed and replied respectfully, "Senior Zhang Sulin." ”

After a pause, he asked with some curiosity, "I don't know what the seniors should call them?" ”

Zhang Daoling replied casually, "Old Dao, I have the same surname as you, the name is Daoling, and the word is auxiliary Han." ”

On the side, Zhang Sulin's little apprentice Ruixiang seemed to have thought of something, and muttered softly.

"Zhang Daoling, the word Fuhan?"

He turned his head and tugged at the hem of his master's clothes.

"Master, this seems to be the name of the Ancestral Heavenly Master."

However, Zhang Sulin was completely speechless.

Just looking at the young man in front of him, countless emotions crossed his eyes, shocked, distracted, and incredible.

He opened his mouth slightly, only feeling that his mouth was dry at the moment, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

But suddenly, he knelt down in front of Zhang Daoling with a thud, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Zhang Sulin, a descendant of the Zhang family, has seen the ancestors!"

Hearing this, the rest of the Taoist priests behind him also realized something, and while they were shocked, they also hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

But then, Zhang Sulin remembered what the ghost had just said, raised his head and said anxiously.

"Ancestor, that evil ghost said that there was a group of powerful ghosts attacking Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Daoling narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand and calculated a few times, and continued.

"You clean up the aftermath here, and then go back to Longhu Mountain."

After speaking, he turned over and stepped on the fairy sword again, and the sword flew straight to Longhu Mountain.

Zhang Sulin and the rest of the Taoist priests watched Zhang Daolin's departure like this, and Ruixiang sighed on the side.

"Edgeworth rides the wind, destroys demons in the world, this is the true immortal in the world."

"Senpai."

The Taoist priests who came with Zhang Sulin couldn't help but say.

"Is that really my Dragon Tiger Mountain Ancestral Heavenly Master, Zhang Daoling?"

"Can there be any fake?" Zhang Sulin glanced blankly and said, "Existences like them disdain to pretend to be in the name of others. ”

"Daochang Zhang! We're here to help! ”

At this time, Zhang Qiang ran in from outside the gate, holding a firewood knife in his hand, and behind him was the young man of the village, holding a hoe and a pitchfork in his hand.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw the officers and soldiers who had fallen to the ground, and their faces turned white.

But soon, they also saw the son of the old Yang Tou who fell to the ground and was split in two.

I was still shocked, but I was also slightly relieved.

"The evil has been killed by the real people of my Dragon and Tiger Mountain." Zhang Sulin said.

"It's really worthy of being a real person from Longhu Mountain." Zhang Qiang said with a smile.

Zhang Sulin didn't answer, he looked at these officers and soldiers on the ground and sighed.

"That's it. I waited too late. ”

The villagers also fell silent.

Zhang Sulin didn't say anything more, just quietly looked at the direction of Zhang Daoling's departure.

He had some difficulty describing how he felt at the moment.

But it is undeniable that at this moment, his heart is like the sea during the battle that day, and the waves are turbulent

Zhang Peiyuan, the current Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, changed into a purple robe and prepared to go to the main hall to hold a ceremony.

Now this time period is approaching the Spring Festival, as the most important festival of the year, the gods of the heavenly court will follow the Jade Emperor to the mortal world to show the world the "universal celebration" of Taoist immortals, but also to investigate the good and evil things of the world.

At the same time, the Taoists in the Taoist temple will also hold a grand fasting ceremony to pray for people's blessings and disasters, and wish the country and the people peace, wind and rain.

To build Jiao, an altar must be set up first, which is called "Jiao Altar", also known as "Dharma Altar". "Altar" refers to a high platform built of earth on a flat land to worship the gods and ancestors.

Different forms of Jiao are often built with altars of different scales.

Large-scale Jiao fasting activities usually have several altars, one of which is the main altar, called the "capital altar", and the rest of the altars are called "branch altars".

The rest of the mages have also changed into special clothes for presiding over the rituals, and many Taoist priests have gathered in the square.

"Where's Surin?" Zhang Peiyuan asked, "Haven't you come back yet?" ”

The purple-robed Taoist priest on one side spoke, "Not yet, it looks like things should be quite troublesome." ”

At this moment, the canopy had darkened, and the night was shrouded in the sky, and the mist poured out of nowhere, gradually spreading throughout the square.

"It's not too early." Zhang Peiyuan said, "Forget it, leave him alone, let's start the puja." ”

"Yes."

However, when Zhang Peiyuan was about to walk to the altar, he frowned a little and looked at the fog wandering around him, which became more and more as time passed.

For some reason, he felt that there was an uncomfortable aura in the mist, a little ghostly.

"Recently, the world has become more and more unpeaceful." Zhang Peiyuan muttered in a low voice, "I hope this ritual can expel these evil spirits."

He turned his head to head to the hall, and suddenly!

Several people fell from the sky and smashed heavily in the center of the square and in front of Zhang Peiyuan.

When he calmed down and looked at it, these people turned out to be disciples in their mountain gate!

But at this moment, they have completely lost their life, their seven orifices are bleeding, their faces are as pale as paper, and their deaths are extremely miserable.

Zhang Peiyuan's heart sank, and a bad premonition immediately emerged from the bottom of his heart.

The old Taoist priest on the side obviously knew these disciples, and he hurriedly stepped forward and shouted.

"Han Yuan! Boxing"

But obviously, this Taoist priest on the ground will not respond.

The fog around him became thicker and thicker, and in the ears of Zhang Peiyuan and all the Taoist priests present, there was a strange cruel smile.

"Boom Boom Boom !!"

Zhang Peiyuan then looked at the source of the sound, and on the edge of the house at the end of the square, a group of monsters that did not look like people were standing there.

In the darkness, their eyes glowed scarlet, and their figures loomed in the mist.

Some are three meters tall, muscular, and some are pale as paper, thin and disheveled.

But the most terrifying thing was the donkey-faced monster in the middle, who was about four or five meters tall, slowly grinning at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Although Longhu Mountain has dealt with a lot of ghosts and monsters over the years, the ghosts in the real sense have not actually been seen with their own eyes.

That's why at this moment, see so many ghosts.

Let these Taoist priests present be enveloped by a chill and freeze in place.

Fear envelops their hearts (end of chapter)