Han Dongzheng said stupidly: "Old brute, perverse, bad things are done, what if I tear him up?"

Before he could say a word, a gust of wind blew on the ground, Xiao Xiao sassed, blowing a few doors and windows crackling, and the candlelight on the table was as bright as a bean, and finally extinguished with a click. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

"The boss said cautiously, beware of the fact that it really alarmed the Mang Ancestor Gods, and punished us. ”

Several old men glanced at the dark and dilapidated temple with anxiety, and they were silent one by one.

Han Dongzheng said with a weak heart: "I ...... I am a rebuke to the evil that deceives us. Grandpa Mang is honest and selfless, and he won't be surprised if he thinks about it. ”

Ming Qin frowned secretly on the beam, he was a cultivator, unlike a few old men who were only suspicious of ghosts, at this moment, he clearly felt a sinister aura quietly approaching, and a faint whining sound was swirling with the wind, like crying and complaining, and the people who listened were annoyed.

"Boss, I seem to hear some strange noises. He Laosan pricked up his ears and listened for a while, then changed color and said: "It's not good, what day is today, I didn't look at the yellow calendar when I went out, did you cry at night when you encountered the rumored ten thousand ghosts?"

The movement outside the temple is getting bigger and bigger, as if it is a filial son funeral, revealing a tragic meaning, the crying is overwhelming, the yin wind is hissing, the forest is swaying, and the cold of gloom and compassion is pervasive, making people discouraged and shuddering.

Han Dongzheng smiled strongly: "Brothers, don't panic. Grandpa Mang's hero is the world, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods can't be overwhelmed, let's just stay here, and these lonely souls and wild ghosts don't dare to approach. When the sky is bright, the yang energy will naturally dissipate. ”

Several old men echoed and laughed nervously. He Laosan swallowed and said: "I heard that this Mang Ancestor Temple was abandoned because of the unclear silence of wild ghosts, and Mang Ancestor caused too many people when he was born, and these ghosts are afraid that they are looking for revenge against him." If we hide here, will we be affected by him, my wife and children are still waiting for me? ”

"Yes, yes, what the third said also makes sense. ”

Several old men had the intention of going, and hurriedly cleaned up the offering table, and lifted the table and stool to chat to strengthen their courage.

Han Dongzheng's face was ashen, and when he saw a few brothers scattering their legs without making a sound, he stomped his feet and shouted, "You guys...... Wait a minute. ”

A few people shrank and rushed to the door, peeking out of the temple, only to see that the night was dark, the stars and the moon were lightless, the pines and cypresses on all sides were shaking, and the eyes were full of dark shadows, and the shadows were full of shadows, coming and going suddenly, some were like craggy strange stones, some were like knotted branches, and they couldn't tell whether they were ghosts or monsters in the confusion.

Several old men gasped one after another, pushing each other, and no one dared to rush out.

A long laugh sounded in the hall, and in the blink of an eye, there was a thin man in white, with white skin, slender hands and feet, a beard on his lips, and a free and easy expression.

"You...... Who are you?" asked a few people worriedly.

The man laughed and said, "I am the old thief you worship." If you want to live, don't you come to me quickly. ”

Several old men were frightened by the ghosts outside the temple, although they were angry, they also knew that this man had some skills, but he was old and not good at asking for help, but he didn't dare to speak ill of each other.

He Laosan coughed dryly and arched his hand: "This great immortal is invited." My brother has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, so he has been offended, and he asked Daxian to be lenient and save my brother. ”

The man snorted and said, "You old man still has some knowledge, God has the virtue of a good life, for the sake of you kowtowing to me, I can't watch you die." Come forward. ”

He Laosan was flattered, cautiously approached, nodded and said, "Please teach the Great Immortal." ”

The man nodded, leaned down and whispered a mantra in his ear, "Be sincere, tell the truth, understand?"

"Yes, yes, remember. ”

He Laosan nodded without hesitation, his dry old face suddenly froze, the green tendons on his forehead jumped violently, his face turned purple, and he raised his palm and opened the bow left and right and slapped a few times on the dough, which made several brothers stunned, and they couldn't figure out what spell the man in white had taught. Looking at He Laosan again, his eyes were already red, and he didn't know if it hurt, but he heard him wail, beating his chest and crying: "Mang Zu, you old brute, old rascal, you can hurt us." ......”

Then in the stunned eyes of the old brother rushed to the outside of the temple, crying a heartbreaking, sad and miserable, it was really three feet of white practice dyed neck blood, June Feishuang had grievances.

"Third child, wait for me. ”

Among the brothers, who had a lively mind, immediately came to their senses, and hurriedly covered their faces, rubbed their eyes, and chased after He Laosan and howled loudly.

The man in white touched his chin and exclaimed, "Yes, remember to be from the heart, and be careful to let the ghost take it when you fake crying in the back." ”

When the crying and mourning of several old men went away, the white-clothed man retracted his gaze with a smile, looked at Liang Shang, and arched his hand: "Friend on Liang, can you come down for a while?"

Ming Qin and Tan Ningzi did not deliberately hide their aura, if the cultivators were interested in observing it, they would not be able to hide it, besides, the people in white might have entered the temple earlier than them, and it was even more difficult to hide.

The two exchanged glances, and they both jumped down from the temple beams. Ming Qin gave a salute, "Brother Dao is invited, dare to ask what you have to say?"

The man in white glanced at the two of them and said with a smile: "This son, I am waiting for you here on the order of the king of my family?"

Ming Qin saw that Tan Ningzi's eyes were puzzled, and said strangely: "Who is the king of your family, I don't know each other here, I'm afraid that Brother Dao is looking for the wrong person." ”

The man in white laughed and said: "The king of my family is the long live fox king of the Ten Thousand Thunder Mountain Thrilling Cave, but the famous Sai Mengwei, he and his son have a nephew and uncle, and he learned the Tao under the master of Tongtian Sect in the old years, and later supported the Shennong Emperor Xiaoyan, because he was defeated by the demon king Chiyou, and fled to the west together. There is a daughter under her knees, called the jade-faced princess, who once recruited the Great Sage Bull Demon King of Pingtian as her husband, and the son must have heard of it. ”

Ming Qin listened to what he said, and said in disbelief: "I have such an uncle, but he has passed away for a long time, for fear that the master will be sad, he has never dared to ask more, let alone know that he is the long-lived fox king of the Flame Mountain, as far as I know, this fox king has passed away more than two years before the Tang monk and apprentice arrived at the Flame Mountain." ”

The history of Zhongxia is long, the history of the book is also complicated, the book of Zhiwei is also a large volume, about the more recent works, the more fabricated words, can not be trusted, before the Wei and Jin dynasties, there are many and historical things sandwiched, such as Ganbao "Sou Shen Ji" is specially made for the Ming ghosts and gods. Although Wu's "Journey to the West" was written relatively late, there are a lot of scattered rumors about the collection, but it is not intended to examine the origins of the mirror, and the origins of some Xuanhe characters are rarely examined. But it's always good in the big way.

Since the Wu clan recorded that the Long Live Fox King had long since died, Ming Qin refused to believe what the man in white said, and the 'Eyeball Ring' on his body was not only coveted by the six major sects of Tianhe, but also watched by the Heavenly Divine Dao. xh118