The group of them stayed at the bottom of the sea for more than a month, and now it happened to be the second day of the ninth month, which was also the death day of the little half-demon. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And according to Linlang, every year at this time, the resentment condensed by the half-demon will be extremely deep, so that the entire Luoying Island will be greatly affected.

Mu Changning frowned slightly, and suddenly asked out loud: "Baili Daoyou, is there an altar on Luoying Island, or is there any place to gather spirits?"

"This ......" Baili Chun pondered for a moment, and suddenly snapped his fingers, "Yes!"

"The Zhao family is on the top of Zhangyao Peak, and there is a Sanqing altar!"

Praruo's expression was grim, and his hands were folded, "Please ask a hundred miles of Taoist friends to lead the way, the sooner the better." ”

Seeing that Panruo's face was solemn, Bai Li Chun did not delay any longer, and hurriedly led a few people to the established destination.

The sound of the sea tide behind him burst into his ears, and the yin wind was biting, Mu Changning faintly noticed that something was wrong, and Ling Xuanying's heavy voice came from his head: "It's probably tonight." ”

"Tonight?"

Ling Xuanying glanced at her deeply, "Fanjia Daoist has ghost eyes, can pass yin and yang, if that Zhao Daoist really wants to use Fanjia Daoist as a container for resentment to 'exorcise evil spirits', then it needs the right time, place and people." Today's resentment is so heavy that it is the perfect time. ”

Knowing the ins and outs of the matter from Linlang, Mu Changning knew that the curse that plagued Luoying Island was a dead knot that could not be cured, and the owner of Zhao Island had only one purpose from beginning to end, that is, to restore Zhao Lizhi to normal.

Zhao Lizhi killed his nephew with his own hands, and the resentment of the little half-demon formed a curse, turning him into a non-human and non-demon, compared to the curse of the entire merman race, the resentment of the little half-demon is indeed insignificant.

"In other words, if you can't stop this exorcism today, Fanjia Daoist friends will be haunted by curses and resentments from now on?"

"Maybe it's even worse...... Ling Xuanying said quietly: "You know, Fanjia Taoist friends cultivate Buddha, and Buddha power and resentment are inherently restrained, what the consequences will be, this is still unknown. ”

Mu Changning took a deep breath.

Although they have entered the island of Luoying, the real difficulties are yet to come.

It doesn't matter who is the leader of the exorcism, the important thing is that what they are facing is the Lord of Zhao Island, the Yuanhou monk, and even many high-ranking monks on Luoying Island, just a few of them, whether they can get to the Sanqing Altar is still a question.

After preparing for so long, how could Island Master Zhao let them disrupt the original plan?

But it's all here, and now I don't have any more time to plan......

Led by Bai Li Chun, Mu Changning couldn't help but be surprised by the desolation of this Luoying Island.

Today, only one main island remains, and all the affiliated islands in the rest of the region have sunk into the sea.

Legend has it that Luoying Island was once a prosperous place with delicious herbs and busy traffic, but now it looks like a deserted and ruined place.

I didn't meet half of the people along the way, and there were dead branches and rotten leaves everywhere, and the shops and houses in the city were empty, accumulating a thick layer of dust, exuding a strong musty smell, and even the island owner's mansion, which occupied more than half of the entire island, gave people a feeling of being bleak and deserted.

"Since the catastrophe more than 50 years ago, Luoying Island has become what it is now, they all say that this is an evil door, the original residents of the island have left, the status of the Zhao family has plummeted, falling apart, and now except for some popularity in the house, the rest of the places are the same. Bai Li Chun sighed softly.

Luoying Island is the foundation of the Zhao family, and the owner of Zhao Island is sticking to this place.

From the decline of a behemoth to this, it is not sad, after decades, there are only a handful of families who are still willing to interact with the Zhao family.

Originally, I was going to come in openly in the name of transporting goods, and I would see the opportunity to act again, but who knew that the ship capsized halfway...... Those cargo and crew sailors are nothing, the question is how to explain how a few of them broke in inexplicably, and they chose to be at this juncture.

Baili Chun suddenly felt a headache, but since he took this job, he knew that there was a beginning and an end.

"Zhangyao Peak is in the northwest corner, you come with me......"

The black clouds are overwhelming, the air waves are churning, the sky is dark on the top of the desolate Zhangyao Peak, and the Sanqing Altar is hunting in the cold wind.

The peak is covered with mystical formations, the ground is painted with complicated runes, the nine-sided white flags are waving in the wind, the white candles are bright and extinguished, the dark incense is floating, and the yin energy is overflowing.

In the center of the formation sat a woman in red, who had not been described as haggard after many days of captivity, and her big red dress was as enchanting as blood.

She sat cross-legged, her hands making a strange gesture, her red lips twitching slightly, and if she got closer, she could hear the obscure Buddhist scriptures pouring out of her mouth.

"Xiaoyou is very content. ”

A hoarse male voice sounded, and a middle-aged man in a dark robe with wide sleeves stepped into the formation and looked deeply.

Fanjia's face did not change, and she still recited the Buddhist scriptures by herself, as if everything in this world was a foreign object, and it had never entered her eyes.

The two monks carried a palanquin up the mountain, accompanied by a half-aged woman with gray sideburns, who sighed as if she were sad and happy: "My son, after this day you will be able to be an upright man." ”

There was a heavy gasp in the sedan chair, and the woman looked up at the sky and gently wiped away her tears.

The man glanced back, and pain flashed in his eyes.

The chanting of Fanjia gradually stopped, the eyes were bright, and the waves flowed, like the brightest cold stars in the dark night.

She only glanced at it lightly, and said with a smile: "The island owner is high, isn't he afraid that the son's resentment will not be removed, but he will add another one?"

The man frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Little friends cultivate Buddha, should be compassionate, in the past, there were Buddhas who cut meat to feed eagles, and now there are little friends who sacrifice themselves for others." Isn't it a merit to save someone's life and win the seventh-level floating slaughter?"

Fanjia's eyes were shining, and his smile did not change, "If it is a merit, it is really ridiculous." Buddhism is not a dogma, and the predecessors discussed the Dharma in vain with one person, one thing, one word and one deed, and they were ultimately laymen. ”

The man sank his face: "Benjun is not here to debate the Dharma with you!"

Fanjia looked fearless, "The juniors are not here to teach the seniors. ”

The wind was fierce and the thunder was rolling.

Fanjia's thousands of green silks fluttered, and the men's clothes were rustling.

He stretched out his hand, and the woman helped the man in the sedan chair into the formation.

The man was tightly wrapped up and down, his body was thin and rickety, his eyes were blank, and the wind blew away the face scarf, and it was vaguely visible that it was covered with dark blue scales.

The woman walked out of the formation, and the man kept pinching his fingers, and a slender spiritual thread condensed from his fingertips, and he shouted softly: "Go!"

The spirit silk fell on the Fanjia Seal Hall, and got into the center of the sedan chair's eyebrows.

Fanjia closed her eyes again, put her hands together in front of her, and sighed deeply.

"Red dust is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, if I cross people, who will cross me......"