Let's talk about the situation of Yang Minghao and others after the Wudang faction was occupied by Yu Guanghui. They need to walk to Kunlun Mountain, ask Zhang Weirong for help, and contact people who have been friendly with the Wudang faction, hoping that they can help them regain Wudang Mountain.

They slept all the way to an inn and asked for something to eat. Qiu Yun asked worriedly, "How is your injury, master?" ”

Yang Minghao said in a hurry: "Hehe, it's okay, it will be cured in a few days." No one is as quick as my injuries heal, and I'm not called a real healer? It's a marginal title, but it's still good. ”

Huang Wan said: "At our current speed, it will take dozens of days to go to Peach Blossom Island. ”

Yang Minghao weighed it and said with a fixed note: "It's better to do this, we are divided into two ways." I'll take a few disciples to Kunlun Mountain, and a few of you will go to Peach Blossom Island. There are two things to do when you go to Kunlun Mountain, after you go to Peach Blossom Island, explain the matter to the Lord of Song Island and the senior brother of Yuquan, hoping that they can send Zhou seniors to do justice for us and gather Taoist disciples in Peach Blossom Island. I went to Kunlun Mountain to ask for the help of my senior brother Zhang Weirong, and in addition, Feige wrote a letter to the Wumen Lao Tzu of the Taishan faction, so that the three ways to encircle them, please get rid of the scum of my Taoism together, and reclaim our Wudang Mountain. ”

Qiu Yun disagreed: "Senior Brother Yang, are you going alone? Your injuries haven't fully healed yet, so it's better for one of us to go with you." ”

"No, the separation of your swordsmen has weakened your ability to defend against surprise attacks, and unlike me, if the two Heavenly Venerables did not join forces to deal with me, they would have no chance of defeating me. I'll go alone, so fast, I can't let those two scum, Zhong Heng and Song Mingjie, mess me up with Wudang Mountain. ”

Huang Wan also disagreed: "No, Senior Brother Yang, you have a long way to go to Kunlun Mountain, and besides, your injuries have not healed, I don't agree with you to go alone, I want to go with you." ”

Yang Minghao shook his hand and said: "I don't need to say that we have to think about Wudang, even if we sacrifice ourselves, what is the defense, we will divide into two ways early tomorrow morning." ”

Qiu Yun and Huang Wan knew that he was very straightforward, so they sighed helplessly, and went with him.

Yang Minghao said: "Don't just say, eat and eat, and go to bed early after eating." Tomorrow morning, everyone should pay attention to day and night sleep, safety first. ”

The night is deeper, Shaolin Temple is a different scene, Li Qingtian is still the same, copying the scriptures at the desk, and can't help but show his hands when he sees Shuangwen. But he did it all to defend against that ghost old man. He heard those voices that were not calm. The sound of chattering and chattering, as well as the sound of dripping and overflowing, the night leak is quietly turning. The vegetative vegetation grew quietly, and the hard-working Tottenham stabbed the fighting between the animals while they slept. The grass is shaken by the wind and rain and loses sleep, the flowers cover their withered and decayed beauty, and all the fermented awakening.

Hearing these voices, Li Qingtian was afraid of the black space, and suddenly he suddenly thought, lighting a few more candles, maybe it would be much better. However, four candles were just enough for one night, and he had lit them all now, so what about the second half of the night. But every time a ghost monk appeared at this time, he couldn't care much about it, and he was uneasy.

After a while, looking at the candle flame, my heart calmed down, and I said: "Amitabha, the monk catches ghosts, the monk specializes in catching ghosts, and the ghosts are afraid of my Buddha, so the ghost monk pretends to be a monk to scare people, but I am afraid that he is afraid that it will be too late? I want to accept your filthy thing on behalf of my Buddha." ”

Li Qingtian could read again: "If the ghost comes today, I will definitely fight with him." ”

Only then did he feel relieved and learned a trick to catch ghosts, because he read the article "Song Dingbo Catching Ghosts". He knew that he could save the day by spitting on the ghost, and he could turn the ghost into a sheep and buy it cheaply in the market, so he was relieved. He continued to write the scriptures, and before he knew it, the temple bell rang again.

Li Qingtian heard the bell of the third watch ringing, and put down the pen in fright. Inadvertently, a small bundle of candles was found. This time he lit up all the corners, and said to himself happily: "Call you ghosts, I can set up a net today, but I'm afraid you won't come." ”

He picked up his pen again and wrote on the page, and at some point the blood was reflected on the writing in front of his eyes. He spat out a mouthful of water, and the blood mark slowly faded. Li Qingtian was happy to carry Song Dingbo to catch ghosts, and he said: "Nanyang Song Dingbo walks at night and meets ghosts...... Oni Rigo is a ghost. Song Dingbori, I am also a ghost. ”

He turned his back to here, and heard a voice saying, "I am also a ghost, and I am a new ghost, because of a new ghost." ”

Li Qingtian pretended not to hear this, and continued to recite: "Spit on his back and turn into a sheep." The next day, he was involved in the market, and he got five hundred dollars, and returned to it. ”

After he finished reciting this text, he intimidated the ghost monk, laughed to himself and continued to copy the scriptures. Suddenly, he saw a back leaning over, Li Qingtian turned sharply, and a mouthful of spit flew out and said, "Where are you a ghost, you are not yet dead, and you have turned into a sheep." ”

"I'm not a ghost, I'm human. A man's voice replied.

Li Qingtian didn't see his human form, paused for a moment, and smiled: "Okay, then tell me where you are from." ”

A hand grabbed Li Sheng's left arm and said, "I am the master of the Scripture Pavilion. ”

Li Qingtian laughed, this time he would not fail, gathered a large mouthful of thick foam and quickly reflexively spit out. However, he saw no man, but a hand reached out and was now grasping his right arm.

Li Qingtian found that this saliva didn't work and stepped back, but the ghost monk's hand was tightly grasped and did not relax.

Li Qingtian was unwilling to fail, and said boldly: "Where are you a ghost, quickly-show up quickly." ”

Suddenly, an old monk with white skin and sore eyelids suspended in the air. His feet are bare and his actions are elusive. Li Sheng spat on his head without saying anything, he touched the monk's spit with his hand, and recited the Great Compassion Mantra in his mouth.

After that, he recited the unintelligible lines of the scripture he had just copied: "Become a pig quickly." ”

He thought to himself, "Cows are more expensive than pigs." ”

When he saw that the ghost had not changed, he said, "It will become a cow, for the cow is bigger than a pig." ”

He quickly said all his thoughts, but the ghost monk on the other side did not become a pig or a cow. Li Qingtian felt that his hand was getting more and more painful, and he broke that hand hard. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless, and he spat on the ghost monk again. It is clearly written in the book, and there is also a well-known story of Song Dingbo catching ghosts.

He stretched out his hand again, spat on the ghost's hand, put his hand on the ghost monk's head and said, "Disappear quickly." ”

Sure enough, the ghost monk disappeared in a blink of an eye, and he searched around but didn't see the ghost monk. But after a while, he felt a bitter cold, and his left hand was frozen. He roasted the candle for a while before the ice fell off his hand. He wondered how the weather in July and August could freeze in the scorching heat.

Although the weather has cooled down a little in the past few days, the heat has not disappeared. He rejoiced, the ghost melted into his own spit, and his hand gradually regained consciousness. He didn't care about the spirit of 3721, but he was a little regretful that he didn't turn this ghost into a pig or a cow, so that those monks could see and understand, and I Li Qingtian's bold move.

After the fifth watch, the ghost monk's shouting voice was heard: "Li - sunny - day." ”

Li Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: "Why is this ghost not dead, how is this possible?"

He was muttering, "It's hard that his spit doesn't work, or that ghost has become a more powerful ghost, it can't be that this ghost is more powerful than the legend." ”

Li Qingtian was really frightened, he didn't know what to do for a while, he just raised his pen motionlessly. He said in fear, "Who—ah, you are a human or a ghost, where are you?" ”

"I'm outside the door. ”

"Outside the door, what's going on outside the door. His eyes widened.

The ghost said, "Amitabha, can I come in?"

"Come in, oh, no, no, you can't come in. He has always maintained this posture and does not dare to come nonsense.

The ink dipped in his brush dripped down, and the locked door opened and slowly closed again. A figure was dancing in the wax light, Li Sheng saw that his shadow could not see his person, and he found that the figure was gradually approaching him. Suddenly, he snatched his pen and wrote a big ghost word on the scriptures. To Li Qingtian's surprise, this ghost character was not written in ink, but water-colored.

He was bound to the ground and crawled to the ground. However, wherever he crawled, the ghost appeared, and he did not dare to beckon in front of him, for he was indeed afraid. He climbed from east to west, then west to north, and then to south. He was spinning around, dizzying.

After a while, the ground came to an abrupt end, and he saw the ghost figure beating on the four walls. He was so tired that he fell asleep, he never snored, but tonight he snored loudly.