In the backyard of Chen's house, there is a carved quite detailed garden landscape, and the carefully arranged rockeries and scattered bushes all show the elegance of the owner here. In the middle of this garden is a clear pond, on which lotus flowers bloom, lotus leaves are stacked, and there are swimming fish playing under the lotus leaves. The swimming fish noticed the sound of footsteps approaching, slapped its tail, threw out a ripple, and hid in the depths of the lotus leaf.

With the light flick of the tail of the swimming fish, as Qing Si walked all the way, all the mysterious visions in the mansion dissipated, and a fresh breath rose again from all directions, and the fog disappeared.

Although the Chen Mansion covers a wide area, although the courtyard is deep, but at this moment, the sound of the family and the people talking, the sound of walking, and the sound of disposing of sundries are rushing out from all directions, and when it reaches the ears of Qing Si, it has been mixed into a sound, but the details in the sound are clear, and the kitchen is missing two eggs today, which lady reprimands the girl and the like, and so on, it is more noisy than entering the most prosperous market, noisy and disturbing people's minds.

It's as if after being suppressed for a long time, I finally have an outlet for catharsis, and I want to burst out all the vitality in this mansion in an instant, wanting to strongly prove the existence of the entire mansion.

Qing Si's long and narrow eyes were half-closed, and he didn't check the disturbances in this area, but he stepped on a pontoon bridge in the pond and walked along the pontoon bridge into a stone platform hanging in the lotus pond. The stone platform has been cleaned, and in the middle is a square rosewood table.

Opening the cloth bag behind his back, Qing Si neatly stacked the prayer flags that had been prepared on the table. The moment the prayer flags were taken out, the disturbing voices paused, and then turned into a roar, furiously wrapped in the resentment that had been precipitated for an unknown amount of time, condensed into a rolling fluctuation like a substance, squeezed from all directions.

Qing Si smiled and did not move. He kept moving his hands, first tying the prayer flags to the railings at the four corners of the stone platform, and then tying the other end to the tin staff together. When he had done this, he threw the tin staff at the table, and without any force, he stood in the middle of the table.

And then it was silent.

Looking up at the sun, it was getting late, and only the last bit of sunset in the west was slowly dissipating.

At night, it is usually the time when evil spirits and wild ghosts are rampant in the eyes of ordinary people.

As if to prove it, the roars of the noisy noises that had already dissipated turned into a faint but clear cry, which was filled with pleading, curses, and so on, and made the hairs stand on end and be horrified.

The butler stood quietly like a ghost at the junction between the pontoon bridge and the backyard, faintly blocking Qingsi's way out of the stone platform.

At this moment, Qingsi is no longer the first warm smile like a spring breeze. His face was solemn, and the string of Buddhist beads around his neck was taken off at some point, coiled around his wrist, and pinched one of them as he spat out a word from an unknown scripture in his mouth.

Cultivating to the point where he has cultivated, the Buddha's breath contained in the Buddha's singing has enough deterrent power to punish evil spirits. Among the scriptures in his book, there is a unique Vajra suppression of evil scriptures in Buddhism, the two complement each other, not the evil demon who has achieved cultivation, and when he encounters it, his soul will inevitably be scattered, leaving only a little true spirit to die in bliss.

Today, however, the situation is even stranger.

The cries and screams and curses around them did not diminish in the slightest, but became more and more presumptuous. Qing Si's Buddha chanting not only did not play any role in suppression, but was like a barrel of boiling oil poured into a fire, and it had a tendency to intensify.

In the end, these howls were overwhelming, filling every inch of space in the Chen Mansion, like angry waves, slapping Qingsi fiercely. At this time, Qing Si was like a small rock under the huge waves, looking crumbling, and at some point it would be shattered by the angry waves, completely shattered to pieces.

Outside the Chen Mansion, Changning and Lu Ming became more and more uneasy as time went on.

For no other reason, the mansion in front of him is really unusually quiet.

Not to mention Qing Si's previous agreement to send the Buddha beads as a letter, even the aura agitation generated when the yin and evil qi in his mouth collided with the prayer flags and scriptures, there was no trace of it appearing.

In the other mansions around, the lights are on, and although it is still as quiet as daytime and more noisy, you can still feel the fireworks in the world everywhere.

But in Chen's mansion, except for the two ever-bright lanterns at the door, the entire house is pitch black, and the shadows of the trees are building, how can there be any living people living in it?

Glancing at each other, Changning and Lu Ming both saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Qing Si Xiuwei is much higher than the two of them, not to mention that the Buddhists are the most restrained from doing evil things, even if they can't destroy the withering and decaying, at least the stalemate for a while and a half can still be maintained. With this premise, the dead silence in front of me at this moment, without any sound, is particularly abnormal.

"Let's go. Changning whispered.

The high wall had no meaning to the cultivator, and the envisaged formation inside the wall to defend the house did not seem to be open at all. When you hit the ground, the soil under your feet has a slippery touch. Dao power blessings in the eyes, the soil glowed an abnormally dark red.

And when he raised his head and glanced around in all directions, he saw a huge mansion, except for the furnishings of the house, it was empty.

"Why are you so eerie......" Lu Ming muttered quietly. Her Dao Sword had already been summoned, and it stood in front of her, ready to be slashed at any time.

Changning carefully discerned the cold and malicious direction that had flashed away before, and no longer concealed his whereabouts, and strode forward, whether it was a bush or a house, it was just a rise and fall. Although Lu Ming was slightly scared in his heart, he did not drag his feet at all, and followed closely behind Changning.

Although the Chen Mansion is large, it is only for ordinary people. For Changning and Lu Ming, it was only a few leaps before they came to the backyard.

In the middle of a dry depression that looked like a pond, a stone platform dwells in the middle. There is no support under the stone platform, like a floating island hanging out of thin air.

On the stone platform, the four prayer flags are weakly glowing with pale golden Buddha light, and under the shroud of the prayer flags, it is clear thought.

At this moment he sat cross-legged on the ground with a sad face. The Buddha beads were held in his hands, and his fingers trembled, as if he had to struggle with some invisible existence for a long time before he could twist one.

Whenever the light of the Buddha on the prayer flag dimmed to the point of almost disappearing, Qing Si twisted a Buddha bead, and the light of the Buddha was rekindled, and his complexion became more ugly.

Looking at the current situation, there will always be a moment, when the Buddha's light is completely hidden, Qingsi will not have time to twist the next Buddha bead and ignite the next round of Buddha's light.

Then it was devoured by something that lurked in the endless darkness.