With a huge "boom", a big hole was stabbed into the temple gate.

"Looking for death!" As the roared, black gas rolled out from the temple, and then two little ghosts holding steel forks jumped out.

They are the subordinates of the evil spirit, and their strength is not worth mentioning. Chang Jin waved the swords one after another, killing the two little ghosts to death.

Then his sword moved again and pierced the ghost named Qing Gu.

The ghost was killed by Chang Jinyi's sword, but it was not as scattered as I imagined. Its body swayed slightly and condensed again.

Obviously, its recovery power has also been increased several times in the divine realm.

She opened her mouth and sprayed again, and a black mist of several feet in a circle suddenly formed, covering Chang Jin. The next moment, her body turned into a thin line and moved wildly, shooting towards Chang Jin like a flying centipede.

With the blessing of the magic pen in his body, Chang Jin was not moved at all. He stood with a sword. The hilt of the sword in his hand flashed with red light, and then ejected out, cutting the black mist into two sections.

"Ah..." A scream came from the black fog. When it condensed into a human body, half of the arm had disappeared.

Seeing Chang Jin step forward, she immediately became frightened: "Young Master, please spare me, the young man can recognize you as your master, and offer incense and thoughts..."

"Forget it, I am afraid that if I really take away the incense and mind power, I will be backfired by the divine way."

Seeing that the other party refused, the ghost hurriedly wanted to escape.

"Where to escape?" Chang Jin threw out the sword in his hand, dragging the red light through a distance of more than ten feet, and directly penetrated into the other party's back.

The other party didn't even have time to scream, so it completely dissipated.

In fact, it doesn't matter if she escapes. As long as she destroys the temple and the statue of Qinggu, the other party will fall from the throne and become a lonely ghost. If most of her cultivation is dispersed, she will inevitably be backfired by the gods.

But he didn't want to be so troublesome, so he killed the other party with one sword. At the same time, the evil spirit died, he heard the clay sculpture on the Qinggu Temple's divine platform cracking from the middle, and then fell to the ground. At the same time, the witch who was staying in the side hall suddenly bleeding from seven orifices, and her whole body twitched constantly. The flesh and blood quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a pile of rotten bones in a moment.

This is the punishment of the gods. As the temple blessing of Qinggu Temple, the witch has long been connected with the evil spirit, so she died and died.

When Chang Jin killed the evil spirit, a low roar came from the Land Temple in Tongqu County: "Damn it, who is bad for me! Ghost servant, go to Qinggu Temple immediately to check who is so bold!"

"Yes" With a hoarse response, a ball of black mist emerged from the clay sculpture, and then turned into a ghost servant with green face and fangs. There was a faint light in his seven orifices, and he was holding a steel fork in his hand. His whole appearance looked a bit cold.

The ghost servant left the Land Temple, his body shook again, turned into black fog again, and soared into the air.

However, when flying in the county town, he deliberately avoided some houses, especially when he saw the direction of the county government, he even hid from a distance.

After returning to Wangjia Village, Chang Jin told the people waiting for the news that the ghost had been killed, and the entire yard immediately cheered.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." Wang Yuanwai was also very excited when he heard that the ghost who murdered his son was removed and insisted on keeping Chang Jin in the village.

Chang Jin originally planned to refuse, but later he thought that there was something to remind him, so he refused and stayed.

When the servant retreated, Chang Jincai said seriously: "Uncle, my nephew can get rid of the demons. I hope my uncle will let the servant not pass on the outside."

"Why is this? It's a good thing that Yunsheng has such skills." Wang Yuanwai asked in confusion.

Chang Jin smiled bitterly and said, "My nephew is a scholar who is committed to fame and fame. The Taoism and laws are incompatible with Confucianism. I am afraid that things will spread and I am afraid that people will not like it."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell my servants not to talk too much." After hearing him, Wang Yuanwai hurriedly turned around and went out.

But when the ghost servants sent by Tudi arrived at Qinggu Temple, the battle had already ended. It patroled around the temple and turned its attention to Wangjia Village.

The ghost is very sensitive to yin energy. It has sensed that Qing Gu's breath was originally escaped from that direction and was then killed in the temple.

The ghost servant was a little hesitant for a moment. No matter how reluctant Qing Gu was, he was a god who enjoyed the incense. The other party could kill him in the divine realm, and obviously the realm was above him. If he followed rashly, he would probably be destroyed by the other party.

He really wanted to return to the Land Temple, but when he thought of his master's various methods, he could only bite the bullet and chase after him.

After arriving at Wangjia Village, he entered the village tremblingly and was seeing the Wang family discussing the situation just now. For a moment, the ghost servant had already learned about the incident from the discussions of the Wang family's servants.

It turned out that a scholar came to eliminate evil!

Knowing that the other party was still in the royal house, the ghost servant was afraid of being discovered and did not dare to approach him. After receiving the news, he immediately turned around and left. Half an hour later, he reappeared in the Land Temple.

There is also a temple below the Land Temple, with the specifications exactly the same as those in the Land Temple. The only difference is that there are few clay bodies in the temple.

However, the real land god here is indeed the place where a cunning person is sitting on the stone platform with a folding fan. When the ghost servant came back, he immediately asked, "Can you find out clearly who killed the evil spirit?"

The faith of gods must be sincerely worshipped, otherwise the gods will not be able to gain the power of incense. Tongqu County is remote and has never experienced any wars and plagues in recent years. The people live and work in peace and contentment, so their respect for God is becoming increasingly important.

Even if you go to the land temple to burn incense at the end of the year, most of them will be perfunctory. If you have no sincerity to worship the gods, you will naturally not have the power of incense.

He had already known about the evil spirits occupying the position of Qinggu in Wangjia Village, and he deliberately indulged them to raise the thief to respect themselves. The greater the harm caused by the evil spirit, the fear of the nearby people will be, and sincerely go to the Land Temple to pray for peace. In this way, as long as you eliminate the evil spirits, you can gain a lot of faith.

Moreover, if you kill such evil spirits that cause resentment, God will also bring merits.

But after working hard to plan, the harvest was almost time to be destroyed, so the Land God was naturally very angry.

"I have already found out the land. It was a scholar who broke the Qinggu Temple." The ghost servant hurriedly knelt down and answered respectfully.

"Scholar, what scholar can have such great skills!" The God of Land laughed angrily and asked anxiously.

"Little don't know"

"Baoshi, let you find out the news, but you dare to fool me." The Land God flew up and kicked the ghost servant a few feet away.

Understanding the Lord's temper, the ghost servant dared not resist when he was punished, and hurriedly fell to his knees in front of him.

There was nothing to say all night, and Wang Qinian woke up the next day, but he was still a little unconscious. Chang Jin was not a doctor and had no way to cure his illness, so he had to ask Mr. Wang to send someone to the county to invite a famous doctor to treat him.

After the doctor took the pulse, he said bluntly that Wang Qinian was caused by excessive lesions. His yang energy was almost completely discharged and he could only be treated slowly. In less than a few months, he might not be able to stand up from the bed.

When Wang Yuanwai heard this, he howled and cried.

In fact, for Wang Qinian, this was already a good result. If Chang Jin had not helped him, he would have ended up with all his energy.

I believe that after experiencing this, Wang Qinian will also get rid of the problem of being a good woman.

When the doctor left, Chang Jin also wanted to say goodbye. However, Wang Yuanwai still stopped him and refused to leave, saying that his son was in a weak state. What if he was not here, he would be possessed by a ghost again.

It seems that this old man is scared, but Chang Jin really can't stay for a long time.

Just as he was worried, he suddenly remembered the situation of his writing. Bai Susu once praised his writing for being proud and ghosts and gods, and why didn't he leave a painting of ink in Wang Qinian's room, so that he could block the ghosts.

He expressed this idea, and Wang Yuanwai hurriedly ordered the servants to get the four treasures of the study.

When the brush and ink were ready, Chang Jin did not immediately lift up his pen to write, but sat upright at the desk, silently reciting ancient poems over and over again, imagining the artistic conception in the poem.

Gradually, he felt the magic pen in his mind erupt, turning into a powerful aura and rushing in his body. The aura became bigger and bigger, almost making people feel uncomfortable.

At the moment of reaching its peak, Chang Jin suddenly grabbed the wolf hair pen, and the tip of the pen was pointed inside the inkstone, and then lifted it up.

The wrist trembled, and a trace of red air fell into the pen.

Wang Yuanwai stood in the distance, feeling that the momentum of the boy in front of him changed, as if a sword was unsheathed, extremely sharp.

When I looked around, my eyes were like lightning, which made me feel a sense of admiration.

The pen tip was flying on the rice paper, and the snake flew away from the dragon. The pen was like a helper of the gods, and it was extremely refreshing. In one breath, a few lines of poetry were already vividly displayed on the rice paper. Chang Jin put the wolf's pen back and then sighed.

"My nephew, I've written it, let my uncle see!" Wang Yuanwai leaned over in a hurry.

I saw a few lines of cursive script on the rice paper vividly in my mind:

It is difficult to stop being free if you are not free.

Three thousand guests are drunk in the hall, and one sword is frost and the fourteen states are shrouded.

The drums and horns reveal the good weather and the air is cold, and the wind shakes the earth, sea and mountains and autumn.

If you always make a golden pillar of heaven with your hand, who would envy the Marquis of Ten Thousand Houses at that time?

"Okay, well written!" Wang Yuanwai admired with conscience. He also studied when he was young. Although he had no talent, he still had basic appreciation ability. He only felt that this poem contained a magnificent thing, which made people feel full of their hearts after reading it, and they couldn't help but want to whistle to the sky.

"Uncle praised it" Chang Jin humbled words, and Monk Guanxiu's poem "Salvation of Money" was very popular on Earth in his previous life. When he wanted to write poems just now, he almost instinctively appeared in his mind.

Fortunately, the Great Yan Dynasty in this world is also divided into fourteen states, so there is nothing to be confused about. I have never heard of Monk Guanxiu, and I am afraid that the poem will fall on my head if it is passed on.

With this poem, Wang Yuanwai no longer stopped him. Before leaving, he specially ordered his servants to send him fifty taels of thanks to the silver.

This time, Chang Jin refused refusing. Although the money is good, it is not his original intention.
Chapter completed!