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There was a loud bang, and a big hole was pierced in the temple door.

"Look for death!" In the roar, black gas billowed out of the temple, and then two little ghosts holding steel forks jumped out.

They are the subordinates of the evil spirit, and their strength is not worth mentioning, and the sword in Chang Jin's hand has been waved one after another, and the two little ghosts have been slashed to pieces.

Then his sword moved again, piercing through the ghost named Qinggu.

The ghost thing was hit by Chang Jinyi's sword, but it was not as soulless as imagined, but its body shook slightly and recondensed.

Obviously, within the Divine Domain, its recovery power has also increased several times.

I saw that she opened her mouth and sprayed again, and suddenly formed a black mist with a radius of several zhang, enveloping Chang Jin in it. The next moment, her body turned into a thin line and moved wildly, shooting straight towards Chang Jin like a flying centipede.

With the blessing of the magic pen in his body, Chang Jin was not moved at all, he stood with his sword, and the hilt of the sword in his hand flashed with red brilliance, and then it sprayed out, cutting the black mist into two sections.

"Ah......h

Seeing Chang Jin stepping forward, she immediately became frightened: "The son spares his life, the small one can recognize the son as the master, and offer incense and mental power......"

"Excuse me, for an evil thing like you, I'm afraid that if you really receive the power of incense, you will also be attacked by Shinto. ”

Seeing that the other party refused, the ghost creature hurriedly tried to escape.

"Where to escape," the sword in Chang Jin's hand was thrown suddenly, dragging the red light through a distance of more than ten zhang and straight into the back of the opponent's heart.

The other party didn't even have time to scream, and it completely dissipated.

In fact, it doesn't matter if she escapes, as long as she destroys this temple and the statue of Qinggu, the other party will become a lonely ghost when she falls from the god position, and most of her cultivation will be dispersed, and she will inevitably be counterattacked by Shinto.

It's just that he doesn't want to be so troublesome, so he kills the other party with a sword. At the same time as the evil spirit died, I only heard the clay sculpture on the altar of Qinggu Temple cracking from the middle, and then fell to the ground with a bang. At the same time, the goddess who stayed in the side hall suddenly bled from her seven orifices, her whole body convulsed, and her flesh and blood withered quickly with a visible degree, turning into a pile of rotten bones in a moment.

This is the punishment of Shinto, the goddess as the temple blessing of Qinggu Temple, her own luck has long been connected with the evil spirit, so she will die.

When Chang Jin killed the evil spirit, a low roar came from the land temple in Tongqu County: "Damn, who is bad for my good deeds! Ghost servant, you immediately go to the Qinggu Temple to check, who is so bold!"

"Yes" With a hoarse response, a black mist emerged from the clay sculpture, and then appeared into a ghost servant with a blue face and fangs, with a ghostly light shining in the seven orifices, and a steel fork in his hand, the whole appearance looked a little awe-inspiring.

The ghost servant walked out of the Land Temple, and his body shook again, turning into black mist again, and rising into the air.

However, when flying in the county seat, he deliberately avoided some houses, especially when he saw the direction of the county government, and even avoided it from a distance.

After returning to Wangjia Village, Chang Jin told the people who were waiting for the ghost that the ghost had been killed, and the entire courtyard immediately cheered.

"Thank you nephew, thank you nephew" Hearing that the ghost who murdered his son was removed, Wang Yuanwai was also excited, and he had to leave Chang Jin to live in Zhuangzi.

Chang Jin originally planned to refuse, but later thought that he still had something to tell, so he excused himself and stayed.

Waiting for the subordinates to retreat, Chang Jin said with a straight face: "Uncle, the little nephew can get rid of the demon, and I hope that the uncle will let the subordinates not spread it." ”

"That's why, it's a good thing that Yunsheng has this ability. Wang Yuanwai asked incomprehensibly.

Chang Jin smiled bitterly: "The little nephew is a scholar, aiming for fame, and the Taoism is not in line with Confucianism, I am afraid that the matter will spread out, and I am afraid that people will not like it." ”

"Okay, okay, I'll tell my subordinates not to talk too much. Hearing what he said, Wang Yuanwai hurriedly turned around and went out.

But he said that by the time the ghost servants sent by the land arrived at the Qinggu Temple, the battle had already ended. It walked around the temple and set its eyes in the direction of Wangjia Village.

The ghost creature is very sensitive to yin qi, and it has sensed that Qinggu's breath originally escaped from that direction, and then was killed in the temple.

This ghost servant hesitated for a while, no matter how poor Qinggu was, she was also a god who enjoyed the incense. The other party can kill him in the divine domain, and it is obvious that the realm is above him. If you follow rashly, you are likely to be destroyed by the other party.

He really wanted to return to the Land Temple, but thinking of his master's methods, he could only catch up.

After arriving at Wangjia Village, he entered the village tremblingly, and saw the Wang family happily discussing the scene just now. In a moment, the ghost servant had already learned what had happened from the discussion of the Wang family.

It turned out to be a scholar who came to the door to ward off evil spirits!

Knowing that the other party was still in the palace, the ghost servant was afraid of being revealed, so he didn't dare to approach, so he immediately turned around and left after getting the news. Half an hour later, it reappeared in the Land Temple.

There is also a temple underneath the Land Temple, which is exactly the same size as the Land Temple. The only difference is that there are a few less mud tires in the temple.

But this is indeed where the real god of the land is, a cunning-looking man with a folding fan sitting on a stone platform. When the ghost servant returned, he immediately asked, "Can you find out who killed the evil spirit?"

The gods believe in it, and they must worship sincerely, otherwise the gods will not be able to obtain the power of incense. Tongqu County is a remote place, and in recent years, there has been no war and plague at all, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, so the heart of God is growing day by day.

Even at the end of the year and the beginning of the year, when I go to the land temple to offer incense, most of them are perfunctory. If there is no sincerity in worshipping God, there will naturally be no incense and incense.

He already knew about the fact that the evil spirits near Wangjia Village occupied the position of Qinggu God, and he deliberately connived at it, raising thieves and respecting himself. The greater the danger caused by the evil spirit, the more fearful the people in the vicinity will be, and they will sincerely pray for peace at the Land Temple, so that they can spread their faith as long as they get rid of the evil spirit.

Moreover, if you kill this kind of evil spirit that provokes people's resentment, there will be merit from heaven.

How do you know that after all the hard work and planning, seeing that it was almost time to harvest, it turned out to be destroyed by someone, and the land god was naturally very angry.

"The land, the little one has already found out, it was a scholar who broke the Qinggu Temple" The ghost servant hurriedly knelt down and replied respectfully.

"Scholar, what scholar can have such great skills!" the land god smiled angrily and asked urgently.

"Little I don't know"

"Waste, let you inquire about the news, dare to fool me. The land god flew up and kicked the ghost servant a few feet away.

Knowing the temper of the Lord, the ghost servant did not dare to resist when he was punished, and hurriedly fell to his knees again.

There was nothing to say all night, and Wang Qinian woke up the next day, but he was still a little unconscious. Chang Jin was not a doctor, and there was no way to treat the disease, so he had to ask Wang Yuan to send someone to the county to invite a famous doctor to come and treat him.

After the doctor checked the pulse, he bluntly said that Wang Qinian was caused by excessive intercourse, and his yang energy was almost lost, so he could only slowly recuperate. I won't be able to get out of bed for a few months.

When Wang Yuanwai heard this, he howled and began to cry.

In fact, for Wang Qinian, this is already a very good result. If it weren't for Chang Jin's help, he would only end up with a dead end.

I believe that after experiencing this incident, Wang Qinian will also get rid of the problem of being a good woman.

When the doctor left, Chang Jin also wanted to leave. But Wang Yuanwai still stopped him from leaving, saying that his son was in good health, and what if he was not here, what if he was possessed by ghosts.

It seems that this old man is frightened, but Chang Jin really can't stay for a long time.

When I was worried, I suddenly remembered the situation of my writing. That Bai Susu once praised him for having a heroic atmosphere in his writing, and ghosts and gods did not dare to approach. Why don't you leave a calligraphy treasure in Wang Qinian's room, so that you can block ghosts.

He said this idea, and Wang Yuanwai hurriedly ordered his subordinates to fetch the four treasures of the study.

When the pen and ink were ready, Chang Jin did not immediately pick up the pen to write, but sat at the desk, reciting the ancient poem over and over again, imagining the artistic conception in the poem.

Gradually, he felt the red qi in his mind, turning into a mighty qi rushing through his body. The breath grew louder and louder, almost unpleasant.

At the moment of reaching the peak, Chang Jin suddenly grabbed the wolf pen, the tip of the pen was a little in the inkstone, and then lifted it.

The wrist shook, and a trace of red qi fell into the end of the pen.

Wang Yuanwai stood in the distance, only to feel that the moment the young man in front of him held the brush, the momentum of the whole person changed, like a sword out of the sheath, extremely sharp.

Looking forward to it, the eyes are like electricity, which makes people look at it.

The tip of the pen flies on the rice paper, and the pen is like a divine help, which is extremely refreshing. In one breath, a few lines of poetry have jumped on the rice paper. Chang Jin put the wolf pen back in, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Virtuous nephew, it's written, let my uncle see it!" Wang Yuanwai leaned over impatiently.

I saw a few lines of cursive writing on the rice paper:

You are forced to come and are not free, and it is difficult to take advantage of the dragons and phoenixes.

The hall is full of three thousand guests, and the sword is frosty and cold in fourteen states.

The drum horn reveals that the sky is cold, and the wind is turbulent.

One hand will always be a golden pillar, who envied the marquis of ten thousand households at that time.

"Okay, well written!" Wang Yuanwai admired convincingly, he also went to school when he was young, although he was not talented, but he still had the basic ability to appreciate. I just feel that there is something majestic in this poem, which makes people's chests full after reading it, and they can't help but want to look up to the sky and howl.

"Uncle praised it falsely" Chang Jin said modestly, Guan Xiu monk's "Offering Money to Father" He liked it very much on the earth in his previous life, and when he wanted to write poetry just now, it almost instinctively appeared in his mind.

Fortunately, the Great Yan Dynasty of this world is also divided into fourteen states, so there is nothing to be puzzled about. It's just that I've never heard of a monk Guanxiu, so I'm afraid that this poem will fall on my head when it gets out.

With this poem, the king no longer stopped him, and when he left, he specially ordered someone to send fifty taels of silver to thank him.

This time, Chang Jin resolutely resigned, although the money was good, it was not his original intention.