Mozun is forced to farm

Chapter 30

At this time, the sky will be dark and it is at the end of dusk.

The cool wind swirls and blows away the broken leaves, and the hoarse cry of crows can be heard in the distance.

Immortal goosebumps have risen.

"Or I'll avoid it first."

"Don't go," Xie Xuechen said Shi Shiran, "At least we have to meet him, don't we?"

Su Hongxiu couldn't maintain her expression any longer, so she picked up the Mazha and sat next to Lin Zhu, and hastily checked the barriers inside and outside the yard again.

The three of them are all of outstanding background, and their spiritual powers are all excellent.

The more different you are born, the more you know how to restrain your breath and blend in with the sea of ​​people.

As long as you take off the strange shiny decorations all over your body, you will look black-eyed and black-haired, and you can say that you are a young lady from the city to cool off, there is no flaw at all.

Ordinary monks and Taoists saw them, even with a little spiritual awareness, they couldn't recognize that the venerable in front of them was not an ordinary person.

On the contrary, only the best fellows can find out that there is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in this small village.

Xie Xuechen was seriously injured before, but now his skill is less than [-]% of what it used to be, and he just lost his breath, waiting for the unexpected guest to come to his door.

Surrounded by the three of them, Lin Zhu held half a bowl of dry rice in his hand, took a bite of the salted egg white and listened, but didn't notice anything wrong.

But in the ears of others, the sound of copper coins has been heard very clearly.

a moment.

It's not as clear and crisp as golden bells striking each other, but a dull, blunt sound, the sound of copper scraping against each other.

It was the long string of copper plates at the westernmost end that was picked off and played with in his hands.

The night wind blew again, and the crackling copper plates collided with each other again.

There was laughter from women and babies.

"This is a bit redundant." Mozun commented: "Don't rely on children every time you scare people."

"Well, it may be a kind of creation of the atmosphere." Lin Zhu explained: "Everyone says they like babies on the surface, but in fact it's quite easy to get nervous when suddenly hearing a child cry."

Xie Xuechen's fingertips touched the table, and immediately there were two chopsticks like the street in front of the door, and four small pieces of broken eggshells came slowly from the ends.

Three fronts and one back, stopping and staying from time to time.

You don't need to guess. At this time, the doors of every house are closed, and no one dares to come out to see what happened.

Lin Zhu couldn't hear the baby's cry, so he picked up another chopstick and fried cabbage, and asked, "Can we scare them?"

The man shook his head slightly.

"Three of them are ghosts. Ghosts basically don't scare ghosts when they see ghosts."

"But..." he pondered, "there is one more person."

At this moment, there is a monk in red clothes patrolling the streets holding money, and walking forward slowly with a spiritual hook in hand.

His face is like a dead tree, his veins and cheekbones are covered with spots, and his arms are so thin that the bones can be seen.

Every family had heard about it a long time ago, and they all hung a life-changing money in front of the door to retreat. He just raised his hand and swiped the iron hook, then circled several strings of copper plates and continued to move forward.

Among the three ghosts, there are two big ones and one small one, they don't know each other, they are bound and driven around, crying and making troubles.

Deep in their hearts is a long rope, the end of which seems to be oozing with turbid black blood, winding all the way to the bend of the iron hook, like a controlled kite string.

The scattered distribution of the villages came at dusk, and at the end it was night.

At this time, the moon was covered by heavy clouds, the fog was hidden by the stars, and the damp air seeped out from the ground.

As soon as the old man in Zhu Yi received the blood hook, the three ghosts were suddenly pulled back, and more than ten strings of copper coins fell on him.

His eyes looked at the empty Qijiaoxiu Building in front of the door.

What is this place?

The old man's cloudy eyes showed a bit of bewilderment.

...Why is it completely different from the previous houses.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he refused to lose his momentum, so he turned his head and looked at the opposite door of the Brilliant Embroidery Building.

It is a plain and simple dwelling house, with candles lit in front of the door, and no hanging money, as if a candle can drive away ghosts.

"ridiculous."

He swung his hook sideways and hissed, and the three ghosts dragged their lifelines and melted into the night mist.

Take a few humble lives to sacrifice to the Dharma, and you will be able to achieve great success in no time.

This wait is half an hour.

There was no scream, no movement, not even the movement of fleeing for life.

It was as if a group of air had been sent over to do evil and make trouble, and the legs were already numb from standing.

Cultivator Zhupao showed a strange look on his face, feeling that something was wrong.

With another hook, the blood cord came back, and the three ends were empty, and the ghost slave suddenly disappeared.

He widened his eyes and subconsciously took a step back.

impossible!

this!How is this going? !

The spell has not been broken, but the lifelines have all been broken, which——

The next second, the gate of the courtyard opened wide, and firefly green and purple ghost fires poured in like a tide.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The old man turned around to run, but his legs were already caught by the hook, and he knelt down facing the Xiulou with a plop, and even kowtowed his head.

"hiss--"

Someone shook his head and smiled lightly: "It's too cheap to knock him down."

Another person was a little impatient: "You want him to knock a few times."

"As a member of my immortal sect, three worships and nine knocks are also the basic rules."

Suddenly there was a hand on the old man's right shoulder, which was as cold as ice.

"Did you hear that? Knock nine."

Where did the old monk dare to look back to see who was talking, the three ghost slaves he relied on to deceive him all disappeared, and he didn't have the guts to use up his half bucket of water now, he trembled all over when he heard the words Bang bang bang kowtow.

A slightly clear voice counted slowly from a high place.

"Seven, eight, nine, okay, is that enough?"

The man said slowly: "Raise your head."

The old man kowtowed with blood on his forehead, his lips were purple from fright, and tremblingly saw who was speaking.

Standing in front of him was a long-haired man in a black robe, bloodstains could be seen on his forehead, and his eyes were as deep as ink.

He didn't recognize what the mark on his forehead was, he just continued to look at the people next to him in a panic.

There was a scholar in Tsing Yi with a peach hairpin, thin but fair-skinned, looking at him with a smile on his hands.

There are also two girls in white skirts and pink clothes, one tall and the other short.

Where is the ghost? ?

Where are the ghost slaves who come and go for me? ?

The old monk tried his best to bring the rescuers here, so as not to frighten these people to death, he could at least pretend to be powerful, but he didn't expect that there was still no reaction in the vicinity after he had made several tricks in his hand.

He was so anxious that his forehead and neck began to break out in cold sweat, and he felt aggrieved when the words of begging for mercy came to his lips.

What is this!Who are you all! !

"what's your name?"

"Young Han Changfa is a passing stranger."

"What happened to those three ghosts?"

Old man Han held back his words and didn't want to say anything, but his knees were inexplicably weak at the moment, and he knelt on the ground and didn't dare to run. The life deeds are all in my hands, and I spent a total of four taels."

His own practice is still shallow, not to mention a long life, and he was kicked out of the teacher's school before he committed crimes in his early years and didn't learn anything.

If it wasn't for a coincidence to meet that alchemist, he would have already had his arm removed by the people in the casino right now!

"You cheated on them?"

"Yeah, it's not really... It just so happened that there was a ghost in Hechun Village, so I took the opportunity..."

The man sneered, and said, "You reach out and take another look."

How does he know that I engraved the ghost deed in the palm of my hand? ?

The old man was so surprised that he suddenly raised his head to look at him, stretched out his palm in surprise and suspicion, and suddenly saw the three ghost patterns floating up, as if picked out by a sharp knife.

The stabbing pain exploded for a moment and forced him to scream out, but the man turned his head and nodded slightly to the three wandering souls.

"You are free, you can go wherever you want."

The scholar also saluted: "I wish you an early death."

The old man covered his hands in pain and rolled on the ground. At this time, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, and he kept rolling.

"Impossible, the warlock clearly said... you, who are you?!"

This business is obviously cost-effective and convenient, and if you cheat a few more villages, you can buy a big house with three entrances and three exits. How can such a strange thing happen halfway! !

Only then did Xie Xuechen smile, and raised his finger to force him to kneel down again: "Look at me."

Old Han's veins were about to explode, and he looked at the young man uncontrollably.

"I am the Lord of Wangshidu," the man wrote lightly, "I am also your ancestor."

Wangshidu? !The Wangshidu in the storybook? !

A place where thousands of dead souls hide from the world, a place where demons run amok? !

Han Changfa didn't know that the scriptures contained the truth, and panicked in pain: "How is it possible——you—"

Aren't you dead? ?

"Don't worry about that for now," Xie Mingyan said softly, "Now go to kowtow family by family to admit your mistake and pay back all the money."

"If someone scolds or beats you, just bear with it. Anyway, it's your fault."

"When these matters are finished, come back here and explain the matter of Hechunzhuang clearly."

Before Han Changfa could speak, the soul binding hook in his hand was as hot as a branding iron.

Xie Xuechen stretched out his hand to smoke the thing, and when he squeezed his fingers, it turned into powder, and the sinful object was scattered in the night wind.

He used to be surrounded by a hundred ghosts, noble and proud.

Now that he has returned to seclusion, when he touches these dirty things again, he is still calm and calm like a ghost master.

The more this happened, the more frightened Han Changfa kowtowed.

"Return it! I'll pay it back now! Every household must make it clear!!"

The man raised his finger again, signaling a wisp of will-o'-the-wisp to follow behind him.

"Only you can see this thing. Come back and see me after you deal with it."

Han Changfa was so frightened that he could hardly stand up. After rolling half a circle on the ground, covering his hands, he got up and went knocking on the door with the money in his arms.

"Uncle and aunt!! I'm a liar!! I beg you to take the money back!!"

"There's nothing wrong with it, I lied to you, come out quickly!!"

At first no one answered the door, until he threw the money back through the wall and kept apologizing for forgiveness, then someone pushed the door out.

"Grass, it's actually pretending?"

"Use this kind of thing to make money, you don't want to die!"

"Damn it, beat him to death!!"

Here, Lin Zhu heard the sound of neighbors opening their doors one after another, and the chaotic movement of running around to get a rolling pin and broom, and reacted to something.

"Hechun Village is really haunted, is he just a bastard who took advantage of the opportunity to make money?"

Xie Xuechen was still standing in front of the peach tree, looking at the figure rolling all over the ground after being beaten by the aunts in the distance.

"Well, and it is indeed a ghost."

When he approached the monk just now, he noticed that there was blood on this man.

Nothing new, at least four or five days ago.

But even the blood that was inadvertently rubbed on it contained extremely strong hostility.

The author says:

Come on, come on, post a double update on Sunday afternoon