[Remaining time: 3 days and 2 hours]

With only 2 hours left before the Obon Festival, the whole town of Kuofeng is becoming more and more like a sea of joy, but the plane crash always feels uneasy.

Combined with what he had seen and heard recently, he saw Long Jiu leaving in a hurry, and the plane crash patted his bald head, and suddenly walked towards Jingchen, "Fellow Daoist, before the poor monk and junior brother go, leave a question, please give advice to Daoyou." ”

Cao Chengcheng took out the small gold-patterned notebook in his arms, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "Master, please." ”

……

Huang Lingfeng stood on the long street, looking up, the Buddha aura became more and more intense, but it was not as pure as in the past, there was always a trace of gloomy atmosphere mixed in, and...

His delusional eyes are much more normal, and he is no longer in the kind of malfunction state where everything is covered with a layer of golden light, which makes him feel at ease, after all, Gui Fanyu is his biggest reliance.

With a hint of gloom in his eyes, Huang Lingfeng shuttled through the street, and when he looked up again, he saw Kuofeng Mountain, and in the pagoda of the Demon Temple, there were faintly colorful lights flickering.

This is the program of the Obon Festival at Tomoji Temple, right? Huang Lingfeng raised his eyebrows and quickened his pace, he had one last thing to confirm.

Yuelai Building

Today's business is much worse than usual, if nothing else, the neighbors are going to the street to chant and sing Buddha, worship ancestors, cross the soul, where is the time to eat here.

Shopkeeper Zhao fiddled with the abacus and shook his head again and again.

"It's not cost-effective to close down. But the old wife and grandson are happy, and it is still cost-effective. But the dragon boss didn't let him go out of business, which angered him, and he would die, but it was still not cost-effective. ”

Shopkeeper Zhao looked at the earnest eyes of a few guys, and waved his hand helplessly, "Go ahead, you young people, you just like to join in the fun, Lao Zhao and I will guard it by myself, and there is no business anyway." ”

When a few guys rushed out of the store, Shopkeeper Zhao sighed, "Young people now, tsk." ”

He was shaking his head when he suddenly heard a voice, "Mida Buddha." ”

When I looked up, it was a masked monk, but the big monk had a bloody aura and a hand behind his back, which was strange at first glance.

Shopkeeper Zhao is also from the Black Dragon Society, naturally not the timid person, at this time he took a few steps forward and smiled, "Master, dine?" Hit the point? ”

The great monk shook his head and suddenly said, "The old man's surname is Zhao?" ”

Shopkeeper Zhao was stunned, what's the matter? Has the enemy come to the door?

He knocked on the small bell on the counter, and several strong men shook their stomachs out from the direction of the back kitchen, "Master, if you are a monk from the Demon Temple, you can dine here with us and give money as usual." ”

"If you pick quarrels and provoke trouble... Hey, we're not afraid of the Black Dragon Society. ”

The big monk still put one hand behind his back and said with a smile: "It's okay, the poor monk only has a few questions, and he wants to ask the old shopkeeper." ”

Shopkeeper Zhao looked at the fierceness in his eyebrows, thinking that more things are better than less, besides, although the Black Dragon Society is powerful, but this town still has the final say in the Demon Temple, and it can't cause trouble.

"Master, please ask, Zhao, you know everything, you have to say everything."

The great monk nodded, "Old shopkeeper, I haven't used the anti-evil medicine of our Demon Temple for a while, right?" ”

When Shopkeeper Zhao heard this, he subconsciously took a step back, and several strong men glanced at each other and stepped forward quite unkindly, "Master, what do you mean?" ”

The great monk laughed a few times, "Don't worry about the old shopkeeper, just say it, what's more... These few people may not be able to help me. ”

Shopkeeper Zhao thought about it, anyway, Long Jiu had to tear his face with the Demon Temple, and this matter was not a secret, so he nodded immediately, "Yes, I have stopped the medicine a long time ago." ”

The great monk asked again, "Old shopkeeper, what should you do if someone kills your grandson?" ”

Shopkeeper Zhao was stunned for a moment, furious, his old face seemed to be filled with blood, staring at the big monk with a pair of bull's eyes, gritting his teeth, "Kill my grandson?" Then I will crush him, the corpse, the corpse, the ten thousand, the paragraph! ”

The great monk thought for a moment, stretched out his hand behind his back, and threw a package on the ground.

The round package, full of bloodstains, rolled three times and then automatically dispersed, revealing an obsessed, enjoyable, and somewhat surprised old face.

Shopkeeper Zhao stared at the old face for a long time, the hideousness on his face turned into confusion and doubt, and he knelt down with a trembling old bone, picked up the skull, and cried bitterly.

"Old woman... You... How do you..."

Shopkeeper Zhao looked up to the sky and wailed, the old tears were all over the place, and he jumped up at the end, pointed at the big monk and scolded: "Thief bald, Lao Tzu is fighting with you today!" ”

The great monk took a step back, smiled and shook his head, "Old shopkeeper, didn't you say that if someone kills your grandson, you will break him into ten thousand pieces?" I'm just helping you out. ”

Shopkeeper Zhao was furious, "Let go of your X's fart, how could my mother-in-law kill her own grandson, you..."

Suddenly, the head in Zhao's hand grinned, and the smile was quite happy and ruthless.

"Poofha, the old lady finally saw you like this, finally, hahaha, happy, happy."

Shopkeeper Zhao was so frightened that he "snorted" and threw the heads in his hands far away, and those strong men who were thugs were the same, wailing and turning their heads and running.

Shopkeeper Zhao hid behind the counter, poked his head out, and asked in horror: "Mother-in-law?" Mrs. Yu? ”

The man's head was still rolling on the ground, slowly turning to the shopkeeper Zhao, and grinning with a big mouth, "Zhao Bancheng, you haven't remembered yet?" ”

Shopkeeper Zhao was stunned for a moment, "What do you think of?" What should I remember? ”

Yu Pozi's head spit out a little finger from her mouth with a "bah", and squinted at him, "Hehe, you forgot?" Some of them drank wine, and when they were drunk, they lost their morals, and they slaughtered their grandchildren. ”

"At the end, when he woke up, he was afraid that the government would track him down, so he turned his thirty-eight-year-old wife into a cannibal ghost, first chopped off his tongue, and then invited a wild monk to do it, and boiled her to death."

"Zhao Bancheng, hey, hey... Are you still alive, in your dreams? Do you still think you're human? ”

Shopkeeper Zhao looked at Mrs. Yu's head, his eyes were confused, he was still muttering to himself, and there was a faint Buddha aura emanating from the parway above his head.

And as the more the Buddha qi was released, the whole person of the shopkeeper Zhao became more and more thin and dried up, and finally looked directly at the great monk with blood-red eyes.

"Ahh Hehehe, I remembered, so it was, so it was... I said how do I always feel that I owe you something, I said how I am always afraid of you, hehehehe, it's like this. ”

Shopkeeper Zhao shook his body suddenly, shook off the cloth robe on his body, looked down, and sure enough, he didn't see the heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs, and couldn't help laughing.

"Sure enough... I killed you, but I was caught by a passing wild Taoist priest, saying that I want to see if I have a conscience, ahhahahaha, I didn't! How could I possibly have? ”

"It turns out... Now, am I a ghost? ”

Shopkeeper Zhao laughed, and the whole Yuelailou ghost cried and howled, and the wind gusted.

"I said, why do I feel disgusting every time I cling to you. Aha, it turns out ... All my thoughts were twisted by the monks. ”

Shopkeeper Zhao pointed at the great monk, "Thief bald, you can't die well!" ”

Yu Pozi sneered a few times and shook her head, "What? Zhao Bancheng? What about your arrogance when you are fiddling with the lives of others? Why did you change your face when it was your turn to be manipulated by others? ”

"If you want me to say, well done the thieves! It's time for you to be killed, face our mother and son all the time, although they don't have good intentions, but my mother-in-law and I, I'm very happy! ”

The great monk, that is, Huang Lingfeng, silently withdrew from Yuelai Tower and looked up at the sky.

The colorful brilliance of the pagoda of the Demon Temple is more and more prosperous, the coverage of the Buddha qi is more and more extensive, and the degree of richness is getting higher and higher, but the gloomy atmosphere that permeates the air is also increasing.

Yu Pozi, who was found by following the sinister breath, happened to see his ghost, and he was gnawing... Nothing more.

At this time, one of the gloomy auras happened to hang beside him.

Huang Lingfeng turned his head to look, but saw a thin monkey-like man with a cat on his waist, stretching his hand into his arms, and when he saw himself looking at him, he was stunned for a while.

Huang Lingfeng didn't talk nonsense, but grabbed the door in front of him with his big hand, spit out his spiritual power, and only heard a "bang", the thin monkey flew upside down in the sky, and a burst of Buddha qi above his head was squeezed out.

The thin monkey clutched his chest, his feet staggered, stepped back, and waved his hand again and again, "No, it's not me, master, listen to me, I'm not... I don't...? ”

Seeing that the pedestrians on the street were looking at him, the thin monkey panicked for a moment, and then frowned and covered his head, wailing again and again, and in an instant, a blue-faced fang, but still with a frightened face, caused the crowd to scatter, and the whole street became a mess.

"I didn't touch the old man, why don't you believe me! Don't believe me... Don't believe me! Then I'll..."

The thin monkey stood up suddenly, took off his skull, held it in his arms, and was covered in blood, "Hehehe, I'm dead, you can't rely on me!" ”

Huang Lingfeng sighed, ignored the chaos like a "fryer" behind him, and walked slowly.

"The world is like hell."

"Then why, hell, can't be like the earth?"

With the appearance of the colorful brilliance of the Demon Temple, the residents of the town gradually began to exude a gloomy aura on their bodies, not because of some evil law, but because they were like this, but they were just given the town by the Demon Temple.

All the townspeople in this Kuofeng Town are just a bunch of puppet-like ghosts living in the established setting, and they are all murderous guys.

The anti-evil medicine of the Demon Temple, the rebirth needle, and the Buddha energy that lingers in the whole town are just a means to suppress their ghost nature, so even if some ghosts die, there is still Buddha energy on their bodies.

For example, Zhu Zhan, Qimei... Even after death, it is still under the control of the Demon Temple.

Bai Wuchang used secret techniques to pull out the Buddha qi in the ghost object, restore it to its original appearance, and get rid of the control of the Demon Temple, in the eyes of others, it is like "turning the living into a ghost".

Therefore, the kind of rotten gamblers and skin-painting ghosts, who are used by Bai Wuchang, have no Buddha spirit on their bodies.

People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, tsk, interesting.

Huang Lingfeng looked up at Kuofeng Mountain, where the colorful flashes and the Buddha's aura lingers, it is the Da Lei Yin Temple, which is probably just this kind of scene.

But... But they put such a ghost town at the foot of the mountain, so that a group of ghost creatures believed in Buddhism, and even controlled and fabricated their lives.

Huang Lingfeng became irritable for no reason, and even more, let the original enemies become a family, and let the resentful ghosts continue to bear the white eyes, which... The art of the people?

It was only at this time that he believed Jingchen's words, "Long Jiu wants to put everything to normal. ”

So, Long Jiu is an ally? Is it Haruka? Others from the Demon Suppression Division? Or a folk envoy? Where is he now?

Huang Lingfeng raised his eyes to look at the Demon Crossing Temple, looked at the colorful light, and suddenly smiled.

The colorful qi gradually dissipated, and the townspeople gradually "found" their true nature, presumably there was some big plan to do in the Demon Temple, and the "energy" to suppress the townspeople was not enough.

Yes, in this way, Long Jiu should not be a ghost envoy, and this "ghost envoy" should only be a pronoun, the key to the problem is in the Demon Temple.

Obon seems to be a major symbol, and the monks have made such a big battle, and now, it is time to explore the Demon Temple again.

Huang Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, thinking of the air crash of the great monk who was upright and bold and had poor wine, his heart was a little blocked for a while.

The Buddha is strong and pure, but it does not mean "good", it is a mistake, damn SS+, damn the Demon Temple.