Strange things generally appear first strange things that ordinary people can't understand, and then they become more and more intense, and when the frightened owner is worried all day long, the soul is not willing to give up, and the spirit is decaying, those ghosts dare to harm people.

If it is a young and vigorous person, and if it is vigorous and vigorous, give it ten galls, and it will not dare to approach.

You must know that there is a lamp on the top of the head and on each shoulder, and the flame in the lamp is the true flame of the person's samadhi, with the body as the candle, the qi as the light, and the soul as the guide.

In the eyes of ordinary ghosts, this fire is tantamount to a deadly sword and gun.

Therefore, if they want to harm someone, they first use some means far away, so that the person will be tired, lacking in spirit, and weak, so that the real fire will not be fully nourished, and it will naturally be dim and dull, and the ghosts will only be able to start at this time.

But the Wang family is a rich family, and it has its own family god to protect it, how dare ordinary ghosts go to mischief?

Yu Ling and Chen Fu held back the grief in their hearts, and decided to find out the affairs of the Wang family first, and then go to find the masters.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, the night owl was crying, the royal house looked from the outside, it was dark and deep, and the trees in the courtyard were like ghosts dodging and hiding in the night wind.

The two of them observed outside the door for a long time, in the dead of night, there was no one in the house, it was indeed a little gloomy, but after looking at the weather for half a day, they found nothing.

"Senior brother, this doesn't look like a cold house with ghosts!"

Yu Ling watched it for a long time, and the sky above the Wang family was ordinary, without a trace of ghostly energy, and he was suspicious in his heart.

"Exactly!"

Chen Fu retracted his eyes, and looked over the surrounding neighbors to the side, then twisted his beard and said to Yu Lingdao, "Senior brother, this matter is a little strange. I see that the white gas above this Wang family is full of yellow light, and it is indeed not a place for ghosts to hide!"

The black clouds in the sky were closed, covering the moon tightly, and the two stood opposite each other, each other's facial features were completely unclear, and they could only see a black hole figure in the dark, and a pair of eyes glowing with a faint white light.

"Go in and take a look!"

Yu Ling said hello, jumped up the courtyard wall with a "whoosh", landed lightly on the ground, and looked around.

The door of the house was locked, and the bamboo forest was shadowed, and the two walked along the stone road in the bamboo forest to the inside, looking at each other as they walked, except for no one, everything was normal.

It's an ordinary rich family.

"Could it be that this is a big demon?"

A bad thought rose in Yu Ling's heart, and he drew his sword, tiptoed onto the roof, and looked around.

The sword that shone in Ziping Peak came out of its sheath, and the slightest chill enveloped the entire royal mansion, and the grasshoppers, crickets, and night owls who were still stumbling around just now seemed to be frightened, and there was no sound for a while, and the entire royal mansion was three points quieter than Fang Cai.

"Put it away!

Chen Fuyu, who looked boxy, whispered behind the spirit, swept his gaze from the roof in the house, it was pitch black, if it weren't for the fact that both of them had Taoism in their bodies, ordinary thieves might hit the wall headlong when they came, or stumble and fall into the well.

Looking at the royal mansion, which was clean and had no trace of filth, the two monks wondered on the roof, what was going on?

"Woo~"

Just when the two of them were puzzled and wondering whether to leave, there was a sudden flute sound in their ears.

The flute sound is melodious and tactful, affectionate, like a complaint, like an infatuated girl confiding in her sweetheart, and waiting for her lover to be a girl in the boudoir.

The two of them held their breath and listened attentively, and felt that the owner of the flute was not far from here, as if it were on a hill in the northwest.

"What's the situation? I don't sleep in the middle of the night, I sneak to the mountains to play the flute, I am either a flower thief or a streamer, and I am not a good family anyway. Let's go and see who's pretending to be a wrath here?"

Yu Ling glanced at the distant mountain with disdain, and was about to leave the house.

Before leaving, he glanced at the carved wooden door, and suddenly found that the corner of the stone road in front of the wooden door suddenly warped.

"Senior brother!" he pulled the sleeve of Chen Fu next to him, pointed at the slate, and said in a low voice: "Look at that!"

This is, the wind blew, the black clouds dissipated, and a bright moon showed half of its face from the cracks in the clouds, and the snow-white horse practice illuminated the entire palace in an instant.

The corner of the bluestone slab arched upwards at first, and then there was no movement, and after a while, it was raised a little higher, and a fist-sized black nose stretched out from behind the bluestone, and the water on it was full of water and gas, and it kept stirring.

Then, a large black eyeball appeared, and a rat's head, which was larger than a bull's head, appeared.

Like a normal mouse, the thief's eyes wandered around, cautiously looking at the surrounding scene, and the few small whiskers behind the nose kept shaking as its head shook.

The rat sniffed twice in the direction of the door, looked up at the roof, and "swished" back into the hole.

The two men on the roof had already buried their heads behind the ridge, revealing only one pair of eyes on it.

At this moment, seeing the rat of abnormal size, the two looked at each other, and both saw the trace of surprise in each other's eyes, and saw that the rat burrowed back into the hole, and the two held their breath and waited patiently.

The melodious sound of the flute was still fluttering, coming from afar, like a call from afar, and when the rat scurried into the hole, his tone suddenly became high-pitched and rapid.

Yu Ling tilted his ears and gave Chen Fu a look, Chen Fu understood, tiptoed, and went lightly looking for the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute is sometimes complaining, sometimes agitating, ups and downs, tossing and turning, less of a grudge, more of an urging, like a strong man leaving, the chief calling, and like a naughty boy, the teacher scolds, and then turns into a step-by-step enlightenment.

In the faint sound of the flute, the giant rat jumped out of the hole again, prostrate in the moonlight, and at this time, Yu Ling saw clearly.

The rat is the size of a sow, the fur is smooth and shiny, as if smeared with a layer of grease, the head is fat, the fat body is strong, there are a few slanted white hairs around the body, from the back into the abdomen, it raised its head to look around, the round ears trembled, seeing that the surroundings were safe, then rushed to the wall, along the wall "whoosh" jumped up, looking for the flute sound.

The night breeze is cold, the moon is like practice, the dark clouds in the sky are gone, and a winding path is hidden in the grass with a faint white glow under the moonlight, and turns up the mountain from the corner of the round stone in front of it.

Chen Fu came looking for the sound of the flute, and when he heard the sound of the flute, he exhaled a long breath, pulled out the long sword from his back, and said secretly, is it a blessing or a curse, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided, and the sword went up along the mountain road.

The nameless hill is not very high, and the roadside is overgrown with weeds, wildflowers are hidden, and insects chirp in the bushes on both sides of the road.

He walked halfway up, and when he looked back, the town of Nanma was among a large field of fields, and it seemed quiet and quiet in the moonlight.

With a sniffle, the old Taoist wiped his beard and looked at the top of the mountain, the grass on the mountain was dense and the trees were low, the ground was uneven, and the strange rocks were lying flat and between the grass, and at a glance you could clearly see the rare ancient trees on the top swaying with the night wind.

When he went to the top of the mountain, he saw a black-clothed man sitting on a bluestone, with his back against the boulder, facing Nanma Town, holding a flute in both hands, and playing Shi Ran.

I've found the right owner.

Seeing that there was no trace of murderous aura on him, Chen Fu put his long sword into the sheath, wanted to say hello, took two steps forward, and saw the boulder behind the big man suddenly stand up, opened his two eyes glowing with white light, and walked out of the shadows.

"Whew!"

With a low roar, the boulder slowly appeared in the moonlight.

A golden lion with two buffaloes laughing suddenly appeared, its body was huge, majestic, walking up and shaking its head, unstoppable, the most conspicuous thing was the two fierce eyes that revealed white light, just like the killing god, staring at the Taoist who suddenly appeared in the distance.

"Who are you?"

A dull voice sounded, with an irresistible majesty, Yu Lingfang was about to answer, and suddenly he felt a chill all around, and looked at the person and the lion blankly.

The sound of the flute was still the same, and it didn't stop for half a minute, Chen Fu only felt a buzzing of his head, his mind was swollen, and his neck was stiff, he slowly turned his gaze to the male lion, looking at the fierce beast head.

The lion looked at him in astonishment, the corners of his mouth cracked, he smiled disdainfully, raised his head, and shook his mane all over his neck under the moon.

The supple golden mane was like the golden thread, illuminated by the cold moonlight, emitting a faint golden glow, adding a bit of handsomeness and majesty to the beast.

"Don't look at it, it's the old man who asks you!"

The corners of the lion's mouth moved, and he said in a dull voice.

The voice was not loud, but it almost pierced Chen Fu's soul, his eyes widened, and he looked at the mighty beast in disbelief, "You~ You are a demon?"

"Phew, you're the demon!"

As soon as the lion's mouth cracked, he was about to get angry, "The old man is a spirit beast, a spirit beast, do you understand? If you chew your tongue for me again, the old man will tear you alive!"

With that, it raised its right claw, and with a "choking" sound, its shaggy and sharp claws stretched out from its furry palm, shook it threateningly at Chen Fu, and retracted it.

"Spirit beasts?"

After recovering from the shock, the old Taoist regained his composure, and he shouted at the other side: "Leave this aside for the time being, let me ask you, did you do the strange thing about the Wang family in Nanma Town?"

"What's weird?"

The lion-faced man with a golden retriever was stunned for a moment, and asked suspiciously.

"Don't pretend to be garlic!Demon, look at the sword!"

Seeing that the other side pretended to be stupid, the old Taoist didn't say much, danced the sword in his hand and pulled a sword flower, and killed the lion.

"Woohoo!

The male lion was furious, roared wildly, roared like thunder, jumped up, and pounced on Chen Fu.

The sword light is scorching, such as the electric dance in the sky, shining with brilliance, and like the snow falling in winter, enveloping the lion.

Not to be outdone, the male lion opened his eyes angrily, his limbs were like flying, he picked up his claws in the air, and struck down on Chen Fu overwhelmingly.

Suddenly, a man and a beast fought in one place on the top of this empty mountain in the melodious sound of the flute.

The sword dance halo, the lion hair stands up, you come and go, and I am happy.

For a long time, Chen Fu attacked for a long time, but he couldn't subdue the golden lion, he only felt sweating profusely, his hands and legs were sore, but the lion seemed to be aroused by his animal nature, becoming more and more arrogant, roaring repeatedly, clashing back and forth, and his power was boundless for a while.

"I didn't think this beast was so powerful!

Just as Chen Fu retreated in his heart and was about to leave, a black shadow jumped from the grass to the bluestone.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the man sitting on the bluestone looked down at the black shadow in front of him, and shouted at the golden lion: "Brother, stop!"

"Whew!"

The golden lion, who was playing happily, yelled at the man dissatisfiedly, glared at Chen Fu who was panting in front of him, turned his head and returned to the man to squat.

Before long, Yu Ling also jumped up to the top of the mountain from the bottom of the mountain, and at a glance, he saw the black-clothed man and the extraordinarily huge golden lion.

"Senior brother, you're here! This lion is extremely powerful, be careful!"

"Yes, are you hurt?"

Yu Ling saw Chen Fu gasping for breath and trembling all over, so he hurriedly came over and helped him, "Senior brother, how is it?"

"Senior brother, I'm fine, I'm just a little out of strength!!"