Ping'an Town, the town with the name of Ping'an, didn't get what it longed for.

Seven days ago, a plague suddenly struck, and most of the people in Ping'an Town fell into a half-dead situation. When Lin Hongxuan, who had been relieved all the way, came to Ping'an Town with his disciples, they saw the townspeople lying on the ground one by one, their spirits had been devoured and consumed in large quantities, and their skin began to fester, and the potholes were like muddy ponds, emitting bursts of foul odor.

"Ah!" Ah Sheng, who was the little disciple of Lin Daoren, couldn't help but scream when he saw such a scene, Lin Hongxuan turned his head and glared at him, and said to his eldest disciple: "Ah Hong, you and I will take a look at the situation first." ”

Then he took out a talisman again, stretched out his hand and turned into three streamers and integrated into the other three disciples, and said, "Ah Hao, Ah Wen, you two take Ah Sheng to collect some dry firewood to boil hot water." ”

After speaking, Lin Hongxuan squatted down and began to carefully observe the changes of these townspeople, and then observed the feng shui pattern of this place, and found the cultivators who guarded this place.

Walking into the other party's dojo, Lin Daoren saw a man sitting on a futon, with a blur of flesh and blood all over his body, and a plague ghost that was invisible to ordinary people was bound to his body by a faint spiritual light, frantically eating his flesh and blood, so that he could no longer see his age and appearance.

The man pinched the trick with both hands, attracting the power of many magic weapons in the dojo, guiding the spiritual light to go up and down on him, willing to endure the pain of a hundred ghosts devouring his body, and not moving, so that the plague ghosts had the slightest possibility of escaping.

But when he heard the sound of Lin Hongxuan entering it, he trembled: "Dare to ask which Daoist brother is here?"

Lin Daoren pinched his hands together, stood in front of his forehead, bowed down and said, "Maoshan disciple Lin Hongxuan, I have seen Brother Dao!"

As a disciple of Lin Daoren, Ah Hong also pinched his hands, stood on top of his head, bowed down and said, "Maoshan disciple Ding Hong, meet Uncle Shi!"

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend from Shangmaoshan, it's good that you are here! Do you want my Jishengtang to be worshiped by the townspeople for three generations? But you can't keep one side safe? I'm really ashamed of my ancestors underground!"

The man's words were still spoken to Lin Daoren and the two in the first half, but the second half was talking to himself? After that? The hairpin on the head bursts, and the hair sticking to the festering scalp falls out? Covering his face, mana reversal? Ignite your spirit? Flames of light appeared on the surface of the divine soul, igniting the plague ghost on his body: "Evil beast, come with me!"

"Daoist friends can't!" Lin Daoren, who saw this scene, was shocked, and wanted to stop it, but it was too late? Can only watch this man ignite his own spirit? Take the plague with you.

"Master!" Ah Hong looked at the man who had lost his breath a little embarrassed, according to the customs of the world, if a person is clothed and covered his face before he dies, it means that he has no face to face his ancestors.

Although the man in front of him has already ignited his spirit? It's unlikely that he'll enter the Netherworld, but how he'll be buried is also a question? After all, he had imprisoned so many plague ghosts on his body just now.

"This Taoist friend burned himself before he died, and there was no epidemic in his body? Tidy up a little and bury it in the coffin!" Lin Hongxuan finished speaking? And again: "But? Before that? You and I will lay down the altar of the law, collect the residual epidemic gas here, and save the townspeople first. ”

"Yes, master!" Ah Hong heard this, his fat body moved quickly, and soon he sorted out a magic altar, Lin Hongxuan took the stage, and one after another yellow talismans flew out and scattered into every household, stabilizing their breath and suppressing the epidemic qi.

Then Ah Hao, Ah Wen and Ah Sheng came back with firewood, brought a big iron pot, boiled a pot of water, and Lin Daoren turned Huang Fu into it, and let the four disciples send it into every house, and they worked for most of the day, and finally suppressed the plague.

The townspeople of Ping'an Town, who had slightly regained some popularity, rose up to thank them, and after hearing about the actions of the three generations of the head of Jishengtang, a large family even donated a good coffin prepared by their home.

With the best efforts of the townspeople, Lin Hongxuan's master and apprentice stayed for two days to make sure that the plague would not recur before setting out on the road again.

But this time, halfway through the road, Lin Hongxuan suddenly stopped, and he looked up at the sky.

I don't know when, suddenly the sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the sun, and as soon as everyone stopped, a burst of terrible songs sounded, and the gongs and drums were accompanied by the sound of suona.

Immediately afterwards, a team dressed in white, dressed in linen and wearing filial piety appeared in front of Lin Hongxuan.

At the same time, behind Lin Hongxuan and others, a group of people wearing big red clothes, tall horses leading the way, and eight sedan chairs standing in the middle appeared.

In the center of the two, there are exactly five Lin Hongxuan's masters and apprentices.

What is very troublesome is that with the appearance of the two teams, it seems that some kind of ritual has been completed, and a mysterious force falls, suppressing the mana of the five masters and apprentices, even if Lin Hongxuan is a real person who condenses the Yin God, he can't drive his own mana for a while.

"Master!" Ah Hong's face changed slightly, looked at his master, and asked in a low voice.

But Lin Hongxuan silently operated his mana, and just as he was about to break through the shackles, the two teams of wearing linen and wearing filial piety and introducing relatives accelerated violently and staggered with each other.

The people in red and white clothes drowned Lin Hongxuan and the others in it, and one after another evil qi surged, polluting Lin Hongxuan's mana again, and it was difficult to mobilize it as he wanted. For a while, except for Ah Hong, who was wide and fat, he was able to stand beside Lin Daoren, and the other three were wrapped in the crowd and disappeared.

"Evil obstacles, Hugh is rampant!" Lin Hongxuan, who was in a very bad mood because of the appearance of Ping'an Town, was stimulated by this, and he didn't bother to hide it, so he raised his hand and took out the lotus-patterned glaucoma mirror that Yuchen had given him at the beginning, and the mirror was facing forward and swept around.

The clear mirror light fell, and Ayu, who was wearing a red wedding dress, exclaimed in surprise, escaped from the void, and then escaped into the void again and disappeared. And its sneaky illusion lost the blessing of the scientific ceremony, and it was even more defenseless under the mirror light, all of them disappeared, and the red and white people who came and went turned into paper figures, and the high-headed horses, big red sedan chairs and coffins also turned into paper and fell to the ground.

The three people who were trapped in it, Ah Hao, Ah Sheng, and Ah Wen rolled out separately, wearing papier-mâché shrouds, new lang clothes and red wedding dresses respectively, and their faces were also painted with white and pink cheeks, which looked quite weird.

"Wake up!" After taking the lotus-patterned glaucoma mirror to the three of them, and waking up their frozen souls, Lin Hongxuan shook the treasure mirror in his hand again, but he didn't gain anything.

"Master!" Ah Hong waited until the three junior disciples woke up one after another, then got up and came to Lin Daoren's side and asked, "Have you found that female ghost?"

"This ghost cultivator is slightly higher than me, this red and white rushing ritual together, even if I can't move my mana for a while, if it weren't for the magic weapon given by Master Yunchen, it would have been really dangerous just now. And this ghost is very cunning, taking advantage of the opportunity of my rescue to escape, he escaped to the netherworld, and he can no longer catch up. ”

Lin Hongxuan sighed, put away the lotus-patterned glaucoma mirror, and continued to move forward with his disciples, the master and apprentice were not ordinary people, and when they were in a hurry, they walked for about an hour and came to the next town.

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