Although he is a seven-foot man, he still resists such a thing as a ghost from the bottom of his heart.

Don't let me run into this!

Thinking about it, Bai Yuqing was scared, and at this time, Bai Yuqing felt that all the people on the street didn't look very kind.

Anyway, I didn't pay back the five thousand taels of silver today, and I still earned a blood ginseng, so Bai Yu closed the door early in the morning and locked himself in the small courtyard.

After dinner, I looked at the poem that I had just written, but I still couldn't stop thinking of the ghost cultivator in my heart.

I can't concentrate at all! Bai Yuqing, who was anxious, scratched his ears and cheeks.

After a long period of ideological struggle, Bai Yuqing gave up writing birds.

After calming himself down first, Bai Yuqing began to imagine himself in a magnificent temple, surrounded by Buddha statues that came to life.

The solemn and treasured Shakyamuni, the kind and kind Guanyin, the angry King Kong, the laughing Maitreya Buddha, and the eighteen arhats in different postures.......

Gradually, Bai Yuqing's state of mind slowly calmed down, and a blue mark on his eyebrows slowly appeared.

By the time Bai Yuqing came back to his senses, on the paper on the table, a solemn and magnificent poem had already been completed.

Standing at the end of the central axis town, the lotus plate sits in the current view.

Covered in treasure and light, only the palm of the pearl Rui Qi.

Selflessness and impermanence are finally fully realized, and great compassion and wisdom are not greedy.

Practicing piety is like a dream, and Pudu is a universal life.

I wrote the poem unknowingly, why do I remember everything? Bai Yuqing secretly complained in his heart.

Seeing that it was dark outside, Bai Yuqing, who was really scared, rushed to the doctor and pasted the poem on the door of the small courtyard.

He also bowed three times solemnly, and kept muttering, "Buddha bless, Buddha blesses, no Amitabha Buddha in the south, no Amitabha Buddha in the south~"

Then I went back to my room and went to sleep with peace of mind.

The night is getting darker, and the night is slightly cooler.

Thick dark clouds obscured the moon, making the night even darker.

Everyone has rested after a busy day, and the whole Baiquan Town is exceptionally quiet, only the occasional sound of the gong of the watchman attracts one or two dog barks, and outside Baiquan Town, a black light roars and finally falls on the town.

But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

In the moment when the black light disappeared, another figure appeared in the town.

This person looked middle-aged, and the original delicate Dao robe was already tattered at the moment, but he didn't care. He looked around vigilantly, and his falcon-like eyes in the dark night could see through all illusions.

"Yin Xingtong, you can't run away!" After that, the middle-aged man's hands were sealed, his fingertips were wrapped with golden light, and his hands were flying. In a few moments, a gossip array appeared out of thin air.

Immediately after that, there were words in his mouth, and the words of the gossip array emitted a golden light.

"Over here? Look where you're going! The middle-aged man glanced in the southwest direction, turning into a golden light and sweeping into the distance.

"The stinky Taoist priest who killed a thousand knives chased me for three days and three nights and refused to stop." A white face appeared under the black light, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth gave him a sinister feeling.

There was still blood oozing from many parts of his body, and the occasional pain from touching the wound would make him gasp.

"When my Yin Xing Pupil returns to the Star Pavilion, he will definitely want you to be restless in the Qingyan Sect one day." He muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he jerked his head back, his face sank. "Why did the stinky Taoist chase after him so quickly? No, I can't run away like this, so I'll have to replenish some blood first. ”

Yin Xingtong originally just entered Honghu Prefecture in a low-key manner to look for something, but he didn't expect to be so unlucky to run into the elders of the Qingyan Sect, and as a result, he was chased and killed all the way.

As long as he escapes this catastrophe, he will definitely take revenge fiercely, but the top priority is still.

Yin Xing's pupils looked around, and finally landed in a remote place.

When I landed on the ground, I looked up and saw that it was a bookstore.

"Yuqing Bookstore? That's it! ”

Yin Xingtong felt that there was the breath of a living person inside, and that stinky Taoist priest was behind him, so he had to hurry up.

There was no time to hesitate, he pushed the door directly and entered.

It was pitch black and there was nothing in the bookstore, and he hurried to speed up his pace and walk inside, and he felt that the man was in the back room.

But when he entered the small courtyard and was about to kill, an indescribable sense of crisis suddenly came to his face.

The cells all over his body are sending him a message – run!

What's going on, what's in there!

He is a powerhouse in the acquired realm, and he has encountered countless enemies over the years, many of which are the best in the acquired realm, but no one has ever given him such a great sense of oppression.

Cold sweat soaked his back, and the strong sense of oppression made him dare not act rashly.

Suddenly, the moonlight broke through the clouds and spilled onto the earth, and the vision suddenly became clear.

Yin Xingtong saw that there seemed to be a piece of paper on the door of the bedroom in the small courtyard, and something was written on it.

But he couldn't wait for him to take a closer look, only to see that the paper suddenly burst out of boundless golden light, which enveloped the entire courtyard and bookstore at once, and there seemed to be an ethereal Sanskrit sound in his ears.

Before the Yin Xing Pupil could react, the boundless golden light condensed into a Buddha in the courtyard, holding a lotus flower in his hand and his eyes half-closed.

"Bold and demonic, dare to trespass on the bookshop, I want you to be exposed!"

"Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a "swastika" in the Buddha's hand coming towards him, growing bigger and bigger in the air, and pressing down on the head.

"No !!" Yin Xing's pupils were horrified, and he tried his best to resist for a moment, but it was like a mantis arm as a car, vulnerable to a blow, and was instantly annihilated by the golden light and turned into dust.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest who had just chased to the Yuqing Bookstore saw that the gossip array in his hand was instantly dispersed, and his heart was also extremely shocked.

He looked at the bookstore in front of him with an incredulous expression, just now, he felt a supreme coercion from inside, and the aura of the Yin Star Pupil was wiped out almost in an instant!

Could it be that there is some peerless master living inside? But I don't know if it's right or evil, or it's better to stay away, so as not to affect myself.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's figure exploded and swept into the distance, unable to calm down for a long time.

As the middle-aged man left, the town returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Early the next morning, as soon as Bai Yuqing opened the door, he saw that there seemed to be something in the middle of the courtyard.

When I got closer, it was actually a thousand taels of silver tickets and a token.

Bai Yuqing looked around blankly, not knowing what was going on, picking up the silver ticket and token and looking at it.

The silver ticket is just an ordinary silver ticket, and there is only one Ji character on that token, and there is no more information.

Just when Bai Yuqing was confused, there was a knock on the door outside.

"White poet, is the white poet here?"

It was the letter officer, Bai Yuqing hurriedly went out to open the door.

This kind of letter official is all over the Qinglong Realm, responsible for transporting letters and goods, and is subordinate to the Qinglong Dart Bureau, and the power behind it is unfathomable.

Bai Yuqing took out an envelope from his arms as soon as he opened the door, which he had prepared last night and planned to send to Bai Xiaowei.