Huang Xiaolong walked quickly to the entrance of the village (mass burial) with Ming Kuan, wind, cold smoke, and green.

I saw a few children catching hidden memories and singing nursery rhymes.

"One, two, three, dig your heart"

"Four, five, six, chop pig's feet"

"Seven eight nines, lift it away"

...

"What songs can you sing here? Who taught me?" Feng Hanyan muttered.

Mingkuan smiled and greeted the children. "Kids, we are all passing by. I want to ask for a bowl of water in your village. Where is your adults? How about taking us into the village?"

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Huang Xiaolong had already seen through it directly. These were clearly a few bloody little guys.

These little ghosts laughed for a while and then ran into the village.

Mingkuan shook his head and laughed. "The children in the village are very good. Master, let's go in by ourselves."

Several people walked into the village.

Every household has many people (ghosts) come out, looking at Huang Xiaolong and other uninvited guests with greedy eyes.

Before Mingkuan could speak, Huang Xiaolong smiled and said, "Where is that monk from Kongshan Temple? Are you all the little ghosts at its mercy, right?"

"Little...Little...Little?" Ming Kuan couldn't help but shivered.

"Hahahaha~~~" an old man smiled sinisterly at Huang Xiaolong. "I didn't expect that you, a young man, had seen through Master Yizhen's tricks. However, this time you have never returned!"

"I don't know what's wrong~ Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you." Huang Xiaolong shook his head in a daze.

While speaking, Huang Xiaolong's Taoist power was slightly relaxed.

Boom~~~~!!!

The golden light rippled around like a wave, and instantly affected the entire village!

The next second, the houses and various buildings in the village fell apart like paper!

The trick was broken directly!

Mingkuan, Qingqing, wind and cold smoke, suddenly felt that it was gloomy from all directions, and the villagers all turned into evil spirits!

The grave piles, coffins, skeletons... are the layout of mass graves!

"Kneel down for me!" Huang Xiaolong's eyes were majestic and his momentum was released. The evil spirits in the village were so scared that they urinated and knelt on the ground. "Sir, please spare me, please spare me... it's not our business... it's Master Yizhen who asked us here..."

"What's going on?" Huang Xiaolong said impatiently to an old ghost.

"Yes, yes, sir..." The old ghost was covered in flesh, and a disgusting thick slurry oozed out of the ghost body. His eyes were hollow, and countless corpses crawled around on its ghost body.

The old ghost whined in horror. "Sir, we...we were nearby villagers, but... they were killed by Master Yizhen... Master Yizhen asked us to guard here. If any strangers come, they would trick them to Kongshan Temple to worship Buddha and burn incense, and deceive the strangers, and they would say... they would say... Kongshan Temple is so powerful..."

"Well. The so-called Master Yizhen is that ghost king, right? The most fierce ghost in Fozhou." Huang Xiaolong smiled.

"Yes, yes, Master Yizhen is the Ghost King. We little ghosts dare not disobey it..."

"Okay~~ I think you are innocent victims, and I won't kill them all." Huang Xiaolong took out the ghost tube and took away all the evil spirits in the mass grave.

"Ghost King? Master Yizhen?" Ming Kuan was so frightened. "There is actually the Ghost King in Fozhou City! I...I don't know at all...I always thought that...that sealed female ghost in Qing Dynasty...is the most fierce ghost in Fozhou...I didn't expect..."

Mingkuan was shocked and broke out in cold sweat.

"The female ghost of the Qing Dynasty was also a pitiful person during his lifetime. She was killed by the monk Yizhen of Kongshan Temple. Let's go." Huang Xiaolong waved his hand and walked towards the temple on the hillside first.

Mingkuan, green, wind, cold smoke, followed non-stop.

"I'm a little strange..." Huang Xiaolong said as he walked. "Originally, places like temples and Taoist temples can suppress sneakyness. However, Monk Yizhen actually regarded this Kongshan Temple as his nest, and his courage was too fat."

When I walked to the entrance of the temple, the red-eyed crows in the nearby woods were shaking their wings and flying and screaming, which was very terrifying.

The entire temple was filled with rich and insoluble ghost energy.

The gate of the temple has been decayed and destroyed, and it is dark inside. At this moment, it is like a wide open mouth of a monster, trying to devour everything!

Woo~~Woo~~

There was a sticky wind that blew out of the temple.

"I said, don't be standing there either. Let's go in." Huang Xiaolong smiled.

In addition to Qingqing, the snake demon, fearless, Mingkuan and Feng Hanyan were instinctively a little scared.

Huang Xiaolong laughed in silence and said, "Don't be afraid either. I didn't sense the breath of the Ghost King. I see - that true monk is probably gone."

"Leave?" Ming Kuanqiu said.

"But I will meet it." Huang Xiaolong smiled mysteriously. "In the Shanghai Stock Exchange."

"Oh, young master, what do you mean is that the ghost king of Fozhou City, Monk Yizhen, has already gone to the Shanghai Stock Exchange to attend the Ten Thousand Ghosts Conference." Qingqing suddenly realized.

"Done this guy's nest first." Huang Xiaolong laughed and walked into the temple.

I took out a few incense sticks and recited the fire bell spell, and the entire hall was illuminated.

Suddenly! I saw that in the hall, the eyes of several Buddha statues worshipped were dug out! They became two terrifying holes!

Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly.

So that's it. Most Buddha statues are spiritual, which can eliminate demons and shock ghosts. However, the Buddha statues in Kongshan Temple have their eyes cut off and naturally lose their spirituality.

Moreover, the Buddha statue that was snatching away from his eyes was so gloomy and terrifying!

"Little Dragon, it feels a bit scary here... These Buddha statues are so terrible. Just destroy them!" Feng Hanyan frowned slightly.

"The Ghost King is so arrogant. He dares to defile the Buddha statue! It's so outrageous!" Ming Kuan was very angry and annoyed.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind rose outside the temple, and then a sigh sounded. "Ah~~~ Amitabha, since you have come, don't leave... Everyone in the world suffers, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, separation, love and separation, and cannot ask for it... The obsession of the donors is too deep. The Buddha has saved those who are destined to be. This time, let the little monks come to save all donors... Amitabha."

There is no such thing as Buddhist compassion, but it is full of evil, cruelty, greed, and ghostly spirit!
Chapter completed!