The crying Su Gongzi was arrested, and he relied on Master Su, Su Gongzi was sad and sad, Master Su was more heartache and regret, the heartache was that his Su family was completely finished this time, and he regretted that he failed to discipline his son well, and regretted not being at the beginning.

The people in the house ran and scattered, and the gentleman in the small courtyard disappeared without a trace.

The affairs of the Su family, the government can handle it, and Monk Sikong Zhan does not need to worry, and the only person who cares about it is the person in the shadows. Nearly an hour later, the monks of the Golden Bull Temple finally came.

When they were all stunned after Li Jiashang and Sikong Zhan, the Taoist priest, Li Gongfu explained to the master yesterday: "Master, this is the one who put the stone statue in my house. ”

"This is the Master of the Quanzhen Sect. After getting along, of course he knew Sikong Zhan's origin.

Sikong Zhan made a joke, Dao Ji didn't have many vulgar etiquette, and introduced himself: "Monk, I am from Lingyin Temple Feilai Peak, I heard that several masters have eliminated demons and subdued demons, and they are here."

"Are you the mad monk who put the stone statue?" one of the monks asked.

"It's the poor monk. "Dao Ji didn't care about the nickname of the mad monk.

"The poor monk and all the brothers summon the soul of the benefactor, since Master Daoji wants to" Yesterday, the monk nodded in agreement.

The monks of Jinniu Temple did not have any taboos, including Sikong Zhan and Li Gongfu and his wife, and everyone poured into Xu Xian's room. A total of six monks came to the Golden Bull Temple, each of whom was dressed in robes, holding Buddhist beads, carrying wooden fish, so to speak, fully armed.

Six people lined up, sitting in front of Xu Xian's bed, looking at each other and nodding their heads, and then, they recited the Tibetan Sutra at the same time, knocking on the wooden fish with one hand, turning the Buddha beads with the other hand, the movements were uniform, the voice of chanting was up and down, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, even if they couldn't understand, they could hear that the sound had a certain strange rhythm.

Li Gongfu and his wife are in this state, yesterday a monk chanted the scriptures and they didn't feel anything, today the six monks chanted together, so that they couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere, no longer nervous, no longer anxious, but can be calm.

Sikong Zhan's realm is undoubtedly much higher, listening to the sound of chanting, the feeling is particularly strong, he muttered in his heart: "These monks really have a set, and it is simply condescending not to use them to confuse and develop believers." ”

For these monks, Sikong Zhan admits that he has some skills, but if he is allowed to summon spirits, he believes that he can do it now, and as for whether he can succeed or not, he must have a high level of Taoism.

Dao Ji fanned his broken fan, his eyes staring at the front.

When the six monks chanted the scriptures, in an unknown forest outside Hangzhou, a middle-aged man in black clothes suddenly stopped, took out a small straw man from his arms, and the straw man was pasted with a piece of yellow paper, on which the eight characters of birth were written in cinnabar, and a silver needle passed through the yellow paper and pierced the head of the little straw man.

The little straw man struggled and shook as if he wanted to get out of some control.

The middle-aged man sneered twice: "I really don't know what to do." ”

Put the little straw man on the ground, step on the gang, chant an inexplicable incantation, and point the index finger of his right hand at the little straw man, and a wisp of black gas is visible to the naked eye into the little straw man.

It's strange to say, but it was struggling just now, and it instantly quieted down.

In the room, the struggling Xu Xian also became quiet at the same time, and the six monks didn't seem to notice the situation in front of them, and continued to chant the scriptures and turn the Buddha beads to knock on the wooden fish.

It's just that the sound of chanting suddenly became louder, and the speed of the Buddhist beads in his hand became faster, and the frequency of knocking on the wooden fish became more urgent. Xu Xian, who had quieted down, struggled again.

Seeing Xu Xian's movement, Li Gongfu and his wife were happy, thinking that they were about to succeed, but Sikong Zhan felt that it was not good, the six monks seemed to be unable to fight others, Dao Ji on the side frowned, and the broken fan also stopped in the air and did not move.

In the forest, the shape of the middle-aged man was constantly changing, becoming more and more blurred, the spell in his mouth was like a storm, and the black qi in his hand continued to enter the little straw man's body.

The six middle-aged monks fought with each other through Xu Xian and Xiao Straw Man, and fought for control with each other. At this time, the six monks suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and the golden light poured into Xu Xian's eyebrows like a torrent.

Phew!

The middle-aged man let out a loud shout, and the little straw man suddenly didn't move, but sat up alone with his control, and then stood up. On the other side, as the middle-aged man shouted, the six monks spit out a mouthful of blood in unison, but Xu Xian on the bed sat up, and then got out of bed and stood up, but his face was dark, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"What a demon!" Sikong Zhan saw that the situation was critical, and he couldn't care about anything else, and the netherworld banner with the same heart flew out of his sleeve and stuck it on Xu Xian's head like lightning, and the banner surface surged like a wave.

Xu Xian, who had a netherworld banner on his head, was immediately in a trance, and at this moment, the broken fan in Dao Ji's hand flew out, accompanied by a golden light, staring horizontally at Xu Xian's eyebrows.

In the forest, the little straw man suddenly exploded, and a golden light passed through the middle-aged man's eyebrows, and in an instant, the middle-aged man lost all consciousness, fell backwards, slammed, and lay on his back on the grass, without a trace of life.

The middle-aged man was destroyed, and the broken fan at the center of Xu Xian's eyebrows flew back into Daoji's hands, and a soul outside was no longer restrained, Sikong Zhan urged the Netherworld Banner, and this soul was attracted and finally submerged into Xu Xian's body.

Summoning back the Nether Flag, Sikong Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.

"How's it going?" Dao Ji hurriedly asked.

"Alright, the soul outside has returned to its place. ”

Sikong Zhan said a word, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed, even the six injured monks also had a relaxed expression.

Xu Xian got rid of the control of the middle-aged man, the black qi on his face dissipated, he regained his pale color, and the three souls and seven spirits reunited, just because his body was weak, he was still in a coma.

Li Gongfu helped Xu Xian to lie down, turned around and asked, "I wonder when Hanwen will wake up?"

"I'm sure I'll wake up soon. Sikong Zhan saw that Dao Ji didn't mean to speak, and the six monks had closed their eyes with peace of mind to heal, so they had to answer.

Xu Jiaorong's heart fell to the ground, hiding her face and crying with joy.

The six monks healed a little, suppressed the injury, and then hurriedly said goodbye and left, this time although they contributed a lot, but they were also defeated by the demons, their faces were gloomy, and the injury did not recover, after returning to the temple to heal with peace of mind.

Li Gongfu and his wife couldn't, and after thanking them for their kindness, they were stunned and didn't let the other two heroes leave, and they had to thank them for everything. They knew it in their hearts, not only did they see the golden light of the Dharma of the six great monks, but they also did not ignore the golden light fan of the Daoji monk, as well as Sikong Zhan's netherworld banner that moved without wind and summoned the soul of Xu Xian.

Under the graciousness, Sikong Zhan monk Daoji promised to stay for another day and leave the next day, and that night, Xu Xian woke up on his own, so happy that Li Gongfu and his wife almost jumped up.