The sky was getting darker, and two moonstones emitted a soft white light, illuminating the entire courtyard.

The streets were dark, because a large number of young children were missing during this time, and people were panicking, and as soon as it was dark, everyone closed the doors of their houses, especially those with children, and brought the children back to the house early, holding sticks and sticking aside.

Zhao Dayou is a native of Guangning County, his ancestors have been selling chaos for a living, at the age of twenty-three, his father asked the matchmaker to tell him a family business, the next year, his daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy for him, which can make Zhao Dayou happy, set up a banquet to invite the neighbors.

Not long after his son was born, Zhao Dayou carried the two old hens in the family and asked Lao Xiucai on the other side to give his son a name--- Zhao Ming, which means a blockbuster.

After having a son, Zhao Dayou became more diligent, went out to set up a stall before dawn, and often came back until midnight, tired is a little tired, but in order to be able to provide for his son to go to private school, it is worth it no matter how tired he is.

When Zhao Ming was five years old, Zhao Dayong used the money he saved to send his son to a private school opened by Lao Xiucai, where he could read and write.

Zhao Ming did not live up to Zhao Dayou's expectations, at the age of seven he could be familiar with the "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names" and "Thousand Character Text", known as a prodigy, at the age of thirteen, Zhao Ming participated in the children's test, became the youngest talent in Guangning County, entered the county school to study, and was received by the county master.

The neighbors all said that Zhao Ming was a Wenqu star, his son was a Wenqu star, Zhao Dayou, as a Wenqu star's father, also followed the light, and everyone who had children in the family who went to private school bought chaos with Zhao Dayou to eat, saying that it was the light of Wenqu Xing, and Zhao Dayou couldn't stop laughing when he heard this.

Seeing that the triennial township test was about to come, Zhao Dayou went out before dawn, wanting to earn more money and pay his son's travel expenses to go to the provincial capital to participate in the township test.

However, in recent times, Zhao Dayou did not come out of the stall until dawn, and he came back as soon as it was dark, not that he was lazy, but that many young children had disappeared inexplicably recently, and the fourteen-year-old grandson of Ma Laohan next door was also missing, which made Zhao Dayou very nervous, and he stayed by his son's side with a stick as soon as it was dark, for fear that his son would also be taken away.

In the room, Zhao Ming sat at the table, taking advantage of the faint light emitted by the oil lamp on the table, holding a book of poetry and reading hard.

Suddenly, there was a snoring sound outside the door, and the sound was very loud.

Zhao Ming frowned, smiled bitterly, got up and went to the side of the bed to take a quilt, pushed open the door, a black-faced man was holding a wooden stick in his hand, his eyes were closed, it seemed that he was asleep, and the black-faced man was Zhao Dayou.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Ming's heart warmed, since a young child disappeared, his father guarded the door every day with a stick, for fear that he would also be taken away.

He secretly made up his mind that he must gain fame in order to repay his father's cultivation grace, he sighed and put the futon in his hand on Zhao Dayou.

"Who······ Ah, Ming'er, it's you!" Zhao Dayou suddenly opened his eyes, his face was full of vigilance, and after seeing clearly that it was Zhao Ming, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, it's time, it's almost dawn, it is estimated that the thief will not come, you go back and rest! You still have to set up a stall tomorrow, how can you do it without resting," Zhao Ming opened his mouth to persuade.

"It's okay, Dad is staying here, you can study in it with peace of mind," Zhao Dayou yawned and said disapprovingly.

"Can you ······ The snoring is so loud that it makes me study, so you better go back and rest! ”

When Zhao Dayou heard this, he smiled, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, it's almost dawn anyway, it is estimated that the thief will not come, I will go back to the house to sleep, and you should rest early!"

After speaking, Zhao Dayou yawned, stuffed the futon on his body into Zhao Ming's hand, got up and walked towards another room.

Seeing this, Zhao Ming nodded, turned around and walked back into the house.

After closing the door, Zhao Ming suddenly found that there was a man in black in the room, and the man was wearing a silver grimace mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhao Ming was startled, and he was about to shout when he opened his mouth, but the man in black appeared in front of Zhao Ming with a shake, and a rag immediately covered Zhao Ming's mouth and nose, and it didn't take long for Zhao Ming to feel that it was dark in front of him, and he fainted.

The man in black stuffed the rag into Zhao Ming's mouth, and after a spell sounded, he pinched the trick with one hand, and after a flash of yellow light under his feet, he actually carried Zhao Ming silently into the ground and disappeared.

Not long after, when he appeared on the ground, he had already appeared in a secluded courtyard, and there was no one in sight.

Just as the man in black appeared on the ground, a faint voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Amitabha, donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore. ”

The black-faced man was shocked, and hurriedly turned around, only to find that there was a bald monk wearing a yellow monk's robe behind him, who was the monk Shandao.

"Old bald donkey, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, worship your Buddha well, and recite your scriptures," the man in black stared at the monk and said in a hoarse voice,

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, all living beings are equal, all things have spirits, the donor is an immortal cultivator, it is not good to cultivate in the immortal world, why should he go to the secular world to kill mortals, it is better to listen to the words of the poor monk and put down the butcher knife, how," the monk said with a calm face.

"Hmph, equality, it's all fart, you say equality, it's also an immortal cultivator, those who have a sect or family to rely on don't have to take any danger, just cultivate with peace of mind, we casual cultivators must fight with our lives to have spirit stones to maintain cultivation, is this fair?" The man in black snorted lightly and said with some dissatisfaction.

"The government also recruits casual cultivators, and with the ability of the donor, you should be able to get a good position, and there is no need to go to the secular world to kill mortals. ”

"Hmph, I'm not interested in being a lackey of the royal family, old bald donkey, you really want to spoil my good deeds," a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the man in black.

"A good thing, if the donor is just giving porridge, it is indeed a good thing, but using mortals to cultivate evil skills is not a good thing, am I right?

"Hehe, now that you know my identity, then I can't say that I want to leave you here, I want to learn the magical powers of Buddhism, but before fighting, can you let me settle this mortal, if we hurt this person because of our fighting methods, it will be bad, am I right?

"My Buddha is merciful, and the poor monk has no opinion," the good guide monk nodded and agreed.

When the man in black heard the answer of the good guide monk, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, put the unconscious Zhao Ming in the corner of the courtyard, and took out a talisman seal and slapped it on Zhao Ming's body.

After a "poof", a pale white light curtain appeared on Zhao Ming's body, protecting him tightly.

"Old bald donkey, since you are looking for death yourself, then don't blame me for being unkind," the man in black sneered, slapped his right hand on the storage bag, and grabbed a palm-sized black banner in his hand.

As soon as this banner appeared, an eerie aura permeated, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

After injecting mana, the banner rose in the wind, becoming the size of a zhangxu, and the banner was covered with humanoid faces, these faces were men, women, and children, and they were squirming on the banner as if they were alive, and they all showed expressions of extreme pain, which looked very terrifying.

"Amitabha, this ghost banner is entwined with yin qi, it seems that there are a lot of mortals who have died at the hands of the donor, in this case, the poor monk can only accept the donor for the Buddha," the good guide monk's face changed at first, and then suddenly sank, and his face showed a dignified look for the first time.

"Hmph, it's not certain who will take whom!" the man in black snorted lightly, sneered, his lips moved slightly, and then he held the black flag and waved it wildly.

A moment later, the black banner lit up with a dazzling black light, and then a large black mist appeared, covering the figure of the man in black, and there were bursts of miserable ghost crying from the black mist, which made people tremble when they heard it.

The black mist rolled and churned, and then one after another the powerful ghosts with their capes rushed out of the black mist inside, and with a terrible ghost cry, they rushed towards the good guide monk.

Judging from their appearance, these ghosts seem to be ordinary people, and there are many eleven or twelve-year-old children in them, but at this time, their eyes are blood-red, their faces are pale, and their fingers are like hooks, and they look very terrifying.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate," the monk recited a Buddha saying, chanting words in his mouth, and injecting mana into the string of Buddha beads on his chest.

The whole Buddha bead shone brightly, and at the same time, in the bursts of Sanskrit sounds, it automatically floated, turning into dozens of seven-colored runes, and quickly rushed towards these powerful ghosts.

As soon as the seven-colored runes came into contact with these powerful ghosts, most of these powerful ghosts turned into bursts of green smoke and disappeared in a burst of screams, and only a few powerful ghosts saw that the situation was not good and fled back into the black mist.

Buddhism is born to restrain demons and monsters, and the man in black actually used ghosts to deal with the good guide monk, I don't know if he was stupid or had other plans.

The monk's expression moved, and the round bowl in his hand flashed with a seven-colored light, which quickly turned into a seven-colored light curtain and protected it inside.

As soon as he had done all this, a turquoise claw slammed into the seven-colored light curtain, and suddenly there was a miserable scream, and a puff of green smoke came out of the turquoise claw.

I saw a pale and bloodless humanoid female ghost, I don't know when she appeared behind the good guide monk, it seems that she was planning to sneak attack the good guide monk, but she didn't expect to be discovered by the good guide monk.

The lips of the monk squirmed quickly, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded, hearing this Sanskrit sound, the female ghost was in pain, covered her ears with her hands, and struggled on the ground.

After a few moments, the Sanskrit sound was gone.

Seeing this situation, the female ghost's face was happy, and she was about to flee into the distance, but at this moment, a stream of Buddha beads descended from the sky and put it on the female ghost, and suddenly tightened.

The female ghost screamed, bursts of green smoke rose from her body, and her body trembled even more.

The monk's lips moved slightly, the Sanskrit sound sounded again, and the Buddha beads flashed with bursts of seven-colored light, and after a while, the female ghost turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

From the good guide monk to the killing of this female ghost, it only took a few breaths of work, and the man in black didn't have time to save him.

"Youlan, I'm going to kill you, kill my ghost slave, I must break you into ten thousand pieces to vent the anger in my heart," the angry voice of the man in black came from the black mist.

As soon as the words fell, there were a few "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounds, and two rays of light, one red and one black, flashed out from the black fog and shot towards the good guide monk.

"Bang" and "bang" twice, and the two rays of light were blocked by the seven-colored light curtain, and it was a red flying knife and a black long sword.

The red throwing knife and the black sword constantly attacked the seven-colored light curtain, causing the seven-colored light curtain to make a thumping sound, but it did not break the seven-color light curtain.

"Go," the good guide monk lightly pointed at the black mist, and the string of Buddha beads turned into dozens of seven-colored runes, shooting towards the black mist.

The Buddha beads flew into the black mist, like mud into the sea, but with a burst of Sanskrit sounds, a burst of seven-colored light lit up in the black mist, followed by the screams of the man in black.

A moment later, a tall figure wrapped in black gas jumped out of the black mist.

The tall figure with blue fangs, wearing a white robe, wearing a thick iron armor, his hands are straight, his ten fingers are extremely black, extremely sharp, and he is an ironclad zombie.

"Kill him. ”

With the order of the man in black, the iron-armored zombie roared and quickly jumped towards the good guide monk.

At this time, under the attack of the red flying knife and the black long sword, the light of the seven-colored light curtain was a little dim, and if this iron-armored corpse joined the attack again, I am afraid it would not last long.

This point, the good guide monk also understood, I saw his lips move slightly, and with one hand, the string of Buddha beads flew out of the black fog and turned into dozens of seven-colored runes to surround the iron-armored zombies.

"Receive. ”

As soon as the words of the good guide monk fell, the seven-colored runes suddenly tightened, temporarily binding the iron-armored zombies.

With a scream, puffs of white smoke rose from the ironclad zombie's body, and the monster roared incessantly, trying to break free from the shackles of the Buddha beads.

However, no matter how hard it tried, it could not break free from the shackles of the Buddha beads.

The good guide monk raised his right hand, and a silver talisman seal came out of his hand, quickly and accurately pasted on the ironclad zombie's body, "poof", the silver talisman turned into a silver flame, and burned on the ironclad zombie, the ironclad zombie let out a burst of screams, and it didn't take long for the ironclad zombie to turn into a pile of ashes.

At the same time, more than a dozen skull-sized red fireballs flashed out of the black mist and shot towards the good guide monk.

The monk's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly injected mana into the round bowl, and the seven-colored light curtain suddenly thickened a lot.

With a few loud "booms", the seven-colored light curtain shook a few times, blocking the attack of the fireball.

After the firelight dispersed, the man in black had long since disappeared, and Zhao Ming was still lying in the corner of the courtyard, unconscious.

The good guide monk frowned, first walked quickly to Zhao Ming's side, and after confirming that he was not worried about his life, he nodded, and his figure flickered, appeared outside the courtyard, and chased in a certain direction.