When the middle-aged Taoist saw that the iron fist was coming, he just smiled, and couldn't help but ridicule Mo Suifeng, "Tsk, boy, I really haven't seen the world, Dao Ye is called the Golden Armor Rune......"

However, before his words fell, Mo Suifeng's fist had already arrived, accompanied by a loud shout, "Falling Star Descending from the Sky!" Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The golden light of the middle-aged Daoist's whole body flashed wildly, and the golden armor talisman was rapidly consumed, and the speed was several times faster than when the bow and arrow were shot just now, and in just a few breaths, the golden light of the protective body was completely extinguished.

The power of a punch is as powerful as this.

The middle-aged Taoist was full of horror, his mouth opened slightly, and he wanted to shout for mercy, but Mo Suifeng didn't give him a chance.

After the huge fist smashed the golden armor talisman, the aftermath was undiminished, and the sound of "poof" hit the chest of the Taoist, and the iron fist penetrated through the body, piercing the body, and in an instant, the bones and rotten flesh were broken, and the ground collapsed.

Looking at the seemingly harmless barbarian boy in front of him, the middle-aged Taoist spurted out a mouthful of blood, and when he was dying, he had a look of disbelief on his face, and after his fingers were raised slightly twice, he finally hung down weakly.

The Taoist fell to the ground and died, and it was only then that Mo Suifeng could settle down, and sat heavily on the high platform, panting heavily.

There are still corpses and bones under the high platform, and the smell is unbearable, and after Mo Suifeng took a few breaths, he really didn't want to stay here for a long time. Killing the Taoist, packing up the loot, and leaving quickly is the best policy.

This Taoist priest has been able to control the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and he can be regarded as a cultivator of genuine value, so he should leave some good things for himself, a certain Suifeng thought.

To the disappointment of a certain Suifeng, the middle-aged man's bag was too simple, just a burden, with some dry food and scattered silver, three thread-bound books and a practice diary, some bottles and cans, and a stack of talismans, basically a poor ghost.

The three line-bound books are "The Complete Book of Five Elements Magic", "Fu Gong Foundation", "Xuanyin Jue", Mo Suifeng simply flipped through it, fortunately, they are all words that they can understand, these books are not in a hurry to read for the time being, and they will be put aside first.

Mo Suifeng saw that other people's talismans were so chic, in fact, he was already itchy, and after putting down the books, he began to check the Taoist priest's talisman inventory.

There are a lot of talismans, and after a rough count, there are nearly a hundred, and some of them look very new, probably made by this person himself.

Although most of the talismans are unknown to Mo Suifeng, there are several of them that he is still very familiar with, such as: Golden Armor Talisman, Spirit Eye Talisman, Soul Fixing Talisman, etc.

After a brief tidying up, he unceremoniously put the books and talismans into the storage ring, and the rest into his baggage.

When sorting out the talisman, Mo Suifeng saw the spirit eye rune, and what he didn't have for no reason was that his heart moved, so he took out a spirit eye rune, bit his middle finger, and used blood as a guide to recite the mantra "Spirit eye breaks the evil spirit, open".

A yellow light flashed, and Mo Suifeng suddenly felt a cool flow in his eyes, which was very comfortable.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked around, the stars were still the original stars, and the earth was also the original earth.

Looking at it, I finally found something strange in the corner of my eye, there seemed to be a puff of black smoke coming out of the middle-aged Taoist's corpse, Mo Suifeng wondered, didn't you have it just now?

Driven by curiosity, he picked up the wooden sword left by the middle-aged Taoist, stretched it out into the smoke and stirred it. Strange to say, with the stirring of the wooden sword, the black smoke disappeared without a trace in just a moment, like snow meeting the scorching sun. The black smoke disappeared, and there was only Mo Suifeng on the high platform again, which was a bit evil.

Forget it, since the matter is over, let's leave early.

Thinking of this, Mo picked up his burden and stood up and wanted to leave.

When Mo Suifeng was about to leave, there was a "bang", and his foot seemed to kick something.

"What Dongdong?" Mo looked at his feet with the wind, and a jet-black iron can was lying on the high platform, which turned out to be a small iron can used by the middle-aged Taoist.

Could it be some kind of baby?! Mo Suifeng was very excited.

When Mo Suifeng picked up the small iron can, a magical thing happened, Mo Suifeng seemed to see a lot of humanoid things in the can, and he wanted to escape.

Hey, isn't it a tin can?

Mo Suifeng didn't believe his eyes a little, rubbed his eyes, took the jar in front of him and took a closer look, he thought it was an iron can, but he didn't expect it to be a black black jade jar, it was cold and cold in the hand, and the workmanship was quite exquisite.

If you look closely, there are a lot of villain-like things inside.

"Could it be a ghost?" Mo Suifeng touched his chin, revealing an incredible expression.

Looking at the corpses piled up around him, Mo Suifeng felt desolate in his heart, it should be a ghost, hey, they are all poor people. The middle-aged Daoist had been killed, and these souls had to be let go of them to reincarnation.

Although Mo Suifeng is not a great good person, he still feels the need to surpass them.

In his previous life, he was a lay disciple in Shaolin Temple for a few years, and he basically learned some scriptures, but he didn't know whether the scriptures on the earth were useful to the ghosts here.

With his mind set, Mo Suifeng opened the jar and planned to release all the ghosts, but what made him very strange was that none of the ghosts who were rushing left and right just now didn't dare to come out, and they were huddled in a pile in the corner of the small jar.

Mo Suifeng scratched his head, could it be that these ghosts were still afraid that they would not be able to live, and they did not dare to come out to meet people.

Not believing in this evil, he turned the small jar upside down and shook it vigorously a few times, but unfortunately, these ghosts just refused to come out.

Don't follow the wind, he threw the small jar down on the high platform in anger, what do you like, you don't want to come out, Lao Tzu doesn't care, get up and leave.

After the small jar was thrown to the ground by Mo Suifeng, something strange happened, dozens of ghosts rushed out of the small bottle, and after coming out of the jar, the size of these ghosts began to grow rapidly, until they returned to the original size when they were born.

Mo Suifeng was stunned, this small jar is quite magical, no, this is a treasure, you can't just lose it.

He jumped off the high platform to pick up the jar, and when the ghosts saw him coming down, they turned around and ran away one by one, and they were all away from him in an instant, only an old man looked like an old ghost was closest to him, but there were more than two feet, and he trembled and bowed to Mo Suifeng.

They're scared of me, but why?

I used to hear people say that ghosts absorb human yang, and I have never heard that they will be afraid of humans, yang, is it because my yang energy is too strong, thinking of this, Mo Suifeng felt a little proud in his heart.

I'm an otaku on the earth, not to mention masculinity, staying in the house all day, I'm about to become a half-human and half-ghost, and my body is so weak that I'm dying, and now my brother has actually become a yang boy, cool.

Thinking about it, Mo Suifeng politely returned the salute to the old man.

Now that the ghost has come out, then I should be over-exceeded.

Picking up the small jar and returning to the high platform, Mo pointed at the old man with the wind, and then pointed to a position more than two feet away in front of him, signaling the old man to stand there.

The old man was puzzled at first, but Mo Suifeng gestured twice, and the old man floated over tremblingly, yes, he floated over.

Mo Suifeng saw that the old man had arrived at the designated position, and in line with the principle of a dead horse being a live horse doctor, he gently closed his eyes and began to recite the "Sutra of Reincarnation": "Nan Wu Amitabha Night Dortagada Night, Amitabha Night Amitabha Dubhabi, Amitaba Dori Si Tanpo Vi, Amitaba Dori Jarland, Amitaba Jarlanda, Amitabha Gyalana, Amitabha Gha Sadha"

"The Sutra of Reincarnation" is less than 100 words, it is on the earth, specially used for the dead, Mo Suifeng doesn't know if it is useful here, let's do my best.

Although Mo Suifeng didn't see it, a strange thing still happened, the old man's originally black body, as Mo Suifeng recited the "Reincarnation Sutra", it slowly turned white, and finally his whole body turned into a point of light and dissipated in the air.

Before the old man dissipated, he nodded at the other ghosts, and bowed deeply to Mo Suifeng again.

Mo Suifeng was closing his eyes and concentrating on chanting the scriptures, and he didn't see this scene, but the remaining ghosts received the old man's message and surrounded him in a circle, accepting Mo Suifeng's transcendence.

As the ghosts purified to white, and finally bowed and dissipated, Mo Suifeng felt the familiar heat flowing into his body again.

The number of times the heat flowed into the body was too much, and Mo Suifeng himself also felt it, although he couldn't say it clearly, but he already vaguely knew that it had something to do with the transcendent soul.

Exceeding the ghost of Bishui Village, Mo Suifeng did not get much merit, but because of the existence of the Divine Fetus of the Trick Point, he still felt a slight improvement.

After chanting the "Sutra of Reincarnation" dozens of times, Mo Suifeng finally opened his eyes, and then he found that the souls of the villagers had completely disappeared.

Transcendence, heat flow, ascension, the Sutra of Reincarnation, a bold idea gradually took shape in his mind.