No matter how wild and wanton the cold wind is, it can't blow away the clouds frozen like ice outside the city.

Yuehua is like a lotus silk that is constantly chopped, and the bundles fall, and it is like a light yarn under the skirt of a beautiful woman, and there is a strange temptation.

Qiao Chen'an stood at the junction of light and darkness, half of his body was shrouded in pitch-black shadows, the dark clouds suddenly dispersed a gap, and the starlight sprinkled in the sky, illuminating the two equally white faces.

One is handsome, the other is enchanting.

With a blood-stained head at his feet, Qiao Chen'an looked at the City God Temple in front of him, with a strange brilliance in his eyes, examining this battlefield.

The blood sacrifice spirit array was broken, and the blood pool hidden by the formation was naturally exposed to the light of the sky, and the blood was soaring, even if it was several miles away, it could be seen, and the water in the pool was gushing endlessly, and the white bones in the pool were faintly visible.

And directly above the pond water, in his field of vision, countless unjust souls floated, their faces were as white as paper, blood and tears were hanging from their eyes, and the yin qi rushed straight to Xiao Han, setting off bursts of yin wind.

If ordinary people wait in such a vicious place for a long time, they will definitely fall seriously ill, and even be possessed by a ghast spirit, and their bodies and souls will be destroyed, even with his cultivation, he will feel a chill.

But all Qiao Chen'an could feel in his heart was a great sorrow, what a city god, what a feast!

Chenghuang was originally a righteous god appointed by the underworld, although his position was not high, but he also managed a place of yin and ghosts, which was very important for maintaining the order of both humans and ghosts.

Who would have thought that Hangzhou Chenghuang would actually collude with the people of the Lunatic Cult and harm the demons and spirits within a radius of dozens of miles.

He couldn't help but look up at the sky, his eyes looked through the dark clouds, as if he wanted to get a glimpse of another and more vast world, is this how the immortals of the heavenly realm govern the world?

Although he knew that the world was hundreds of millions of miles long, and it was impossible for these immortals to cover everything, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Looking at the fierce ghosts flying in front of him, he sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to them,

"The city god is dead, and you can rest in peace. ”

After all, he is not a Taoist priest, nor a monk, and he is not proficient in this aspect, so he reluctantly remembered the "Diamond Sutra" he had read in his previous life, and recited it aloud.

The sound grew louder and louder, until the sound was like a bell, shaking the mountains and fields, and there seemed to be a strange force in the void, and the anger in the eyes of those ghosts gradually dissipated, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Qiao Chen'an showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect that he would recite it randomly, but it really had some effect, this is just a scripture in the mortal world, and it actually has such an effect, with a small peep at the big, it shows that the mystery of Buddhism is really unfathomable, and it is not something that you can figure out.

It's just these unjust souls......

Hey, send it to the underworld, the six realms of reincarnation, just let the Jizo King Bodhisattva have a headache!

Half an hour later, he stopped chanting, just about to leave here, suddenly remembered what Meng Dewei and the two said about refining blood Bodhi, his eyes touched the blood pool, his brows furrowed slightly, raised his hand and shot out a spiritual power, probed into the blood pool, and sure enough, he found something abnormal at the bottom of the pool, and when his mind moved slightly, he rolled out an object and fell into the palm of his hand.

It was a sparkling amber thing, about the size of a pigeon's egg, showing a pale color, exuding a strong fragrance from the inside out.

It must be the blood Bodhi in the mouths of the two.

But what is surprising is that the blood Bodhi nourished by hundreds of ghost spirits in this episode does not have half a point of yin and evil qi.

In Qiao Chen'an's guess, this blood Bodhi is from the Blood Sacrifice Spirit Array, and it should also be an evil thing, who would have thought that it would be the opposite, and the entire Blood Bodhi exudes a sense of holiness, which is really strange.

Thinking about it, it probably can only be boiled down to the four words "things must be reversed", so that the law of yin and evil is born, and things that are yang and positive are bred.

The mystery of the world may be here.

The moment Qiao Chen'an saw this blood Bodhi, a great desire suddenly surged out of his heart, as if it came from the depths of his soul, and he couldn't wait to swallow it into his stomach immediately, and the thing in his palm exuded an incomparable temptation.

If it's not his problem, then this blood bodhi effect is so strong that he feels something in his heart, this is probably the instinct of life!

Taking it into his arms, Qiao Chen'an's figure rose with the wind, flew directly to the outside of the City God Temple, sighed lightly, turned out seven or eight fire charms in his palm, and threw them forward, the aura was triggered, and a fire suddenly ignited in the City God Temple.

The flames burned more and more, and in an instant, they spread to every corner, the red light stained half of the night sky, and the beating fire reflected Qiao Chen'an's resolute face, and he suddenly smiled: "What a fire!"

Burn away the filth of the world.

Turn around and walk towards Hangzhou City.

Soon after he left, there was a sudden sound of deep and long footsteps in the night, and a tall figure appeared in front of the City God Temple, a bald head reflected the scene of burning flames, and it took a long time to put his hands together and sigh, "Amitabha!

"All living beings are suffering, good and good......"

looked thoughtfully in the direction where Qiao Chen'an had gone.

......

On the shore of the West Lake, large and small painting boats are moored on the lakeside, and the lanterns hung high are not extinguished all night, even in the middle of the night, you can still hear the sound of staggered and staggered, the laughter of men and women, and the faint thrilling chant coming from the boat.

Wind and moon field, never sleep.

Qiao Chen'an relied on his memory to find the painting boat where Yaoqin was, searched room by room, and finally found a very spacious room in the middle of the ship.

Silk and satin, carved railings and paintings, the furnishings in the room can be called extravagant even from the eyes of his traversal, of course, the most important thing is the familiar figure on the incense couch.

It is Yaoqin's body.

The thin quilt covered by her body was kicked to the ground by her at some point, and without this layer of cover, she suddenly revealed a perfect body.

Yaoqin only wore a close-fitting coat, her neck was as slender as a swan, revealing a large piece of snow white on her chest, her slender waist was unbearable, outlining a bewitching arc, her snow-white and round thighs overlapped with each other, and her crystal jade feet hung down on the side of the bed.

Even with Qiao Chen'an's concentration, he felt pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but linger a few more times, at this time, he completely forgot the teachings of Sage Kong's indecent disrespect, smiled slightly, and hugged the other "Yaoqin" behind him in front of him and put it into her body.

He covered the futon for her again, and then sighed softly.

I'm afraid tonight's events should scare her! The ugly posture of all kinds of ghosts and demons came into her eyes, but how could a weak woman bear it?

But the next day she will probably forget everything she experienced tonight, and even if she has a vague impression, it will only be regarded as a not very good dream.

There are so many things in life that you don't want to remember, and who can say that forgetting is not a blessing?