The night is shrouded, and the shadows of the trees are casting shadows.

The mottled moonlight shines through the thick canopy of trees, faintly illuminating the forest and spreading the miasma, making the dim night even more eerie and penetrating.

In the night light, a vague figure was holding a shovel and digging a grave.

Exactly:

New graves and old bones are buried in water. Huang Guan digs graves to save his deceased friends.

If this scene were to be seen by ordinary people, they would probably be scared out of their wits.

Not to mention others, even Mo Chuan himself was murmuring in his heart.

Fortunately, he had magical powers, otherwise he would be digging someone's grave in the middle of the night. Even if he wasn't afraid, he would still feel very scared.

"Duo!"

The muffled sound of the shovel hitting the coffin shocked him. He quickly speeded up and dug open the tomb. Before opening the coffin, he shouted:

"Fellow Taoist, please don't admit the wrong person!"

After saying that, he opened the coffin lid.

Inside the coffin lid, Wei Lai suddenly opened his eyes, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and it took him a while to recover.

"Fellow Taoist, why is it you?"

"Looks disappointed sir?"

"Where? It's too late for Xiaosheng to be happy."

Wei Lai climbed up from the coffin, looked around, and took a long breath: "After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature! Lying in the coffin this time, Xiaosheng feels as if he has died all over again."

Mo Chuan laughed: "Not everyone can endure a claustrophobic environment, especially in a coffin! Speaking of which, if Pindao doesn't come, what are you going to do, sir?"

Wei Lai jumped out of the coffin, closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the night wind and said, "I believe that Taoist friends are human beings."

Mo Chuan stopped talking, but became wary in his heart.

This is either a benevolent and righteous gentleman, or he is a traitor and a loyal person!

"What about the evil ghost?" Wei Lai suddenly asked.

"Do you know Li Gui?" Mo Chuan was surprised.

"The mountain dragon here walks alone, and there is no treasure cave. It must be a dangerous cave, a place where souls are bound! The child buried here may have been raised into a powerful ghost."

"Do you still know the art of Kanyu?"

"I only know a little bit about it! It was only when I was lying in the coffin that I felt the gathering Yin Qi! Now I am standing outside looking at this feng shui. It is also a rhinoceros water-absorbing hole. It is the most wealthy in the world. It seems that the Qian family has acupuncture points.

Mr. Feng Shui was also deceived by foreign ministers."

Wei Lai looked around and was filled with emotion.

While talking, Mo Chuan opened the coffin next to him and took out the urn.

"Fellow Taoist, what are you doing?"

"That evil ghost has been taken in by Pindao. It's better to move this withered bone to its acupoint."

Wei Lai was slightly shocked.

He, who had been lying in a coffin, knew very well how powerful this evil hole was!

With such a vicious hole, the evil ghosts raised must be good!

However, Mo Chuan was able to solve the problem quietly, and his moral integrity is probably not low!

Looking at his age, it seems that he comes from a well-known and orthodox family.

"That's it, Tao friendly magic power!"

"Just a little trick!"

As Mo Chuan spoke, he covered the coffin and covered it with earth again.

Compared with digging a grave, filling it with soil is undoubtedly much faster. With the help of climbing and copying, it can be done in three strokes, five divisions and two divisions.

Taking a few steps back and taking a closer look, I saw that it was the same as before. There were new graves on the left and right, so it was difficult to detect traces of excavation.

"Wei Lai, a lay disciple of Xiao Sheng Tai Dao, dare to ask where our friend and teacher came from?" Wei Lai, who came from the Bao family, asked tentatively.

"Cultivation in the mountains, the name of the road is Mingchen." Mo Chuan held his hand.

Wei Lai was inexplicably surprised when he heard this. Just as he was about to ask more questions, he suddenly heard a slight movement in his ears.

"Someone!"

At the same time, Mo Chuan's lowered warning sound also came.

The two quickly retreated into the bushes, hiding themselves.

Not long after, an old woman in her fifties, wearing heavy makeup and gorgeous clothes, came sneaking through the night.

When they saw this person's face, Mo Chuan and Wei Lai looked at each other, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Because this turned out to be a ghost matchmaker for the Qian family.

"Little naughty——"

The ghost matchmaker opened his mouth and shouted.

The deep silence in the mountains echoes with echoes, which is eerie.

"Little naughty——"

Seeing no one responded, the ghost matchmaker shouted again.

However, the only response she received was an echo.

The ghost matchmaker's face changed slightly. She lowered her head and looked at the new grave. She looked at the tribute that was full of gnawing marks but no traces of wild beasts. Her face suddenly changed and she turned around and left.

"who--"

Unexpectedly, when she just turned her head, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a human figure, which made her heart tremble and she cried out.

"I dare to ask lay people, who are you calling in front of the old bones in the new grave in the middle of the night?"

Mo Chuan looked at the ghost matchmaker seriously.

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

The second son of the Qian family died at the age of five. He even forgot his own name. How could he know about the "fight at night"?

What's more, this place is still a place where souls are bound, and he can't leave and walk around the world at all.

Unless its Taoism can break free from the shackles of the soul-binding land!

But if this is the case, why should the second son of the Qian family worry about the people playing the game escaping?

"Oh, you scared me to death..."

The ghost matchmaker patted his chest and looked frightened. Then his expression changed and he became anxious:

"By the way, has Taoist Priest ever seen a baby about this tall? My grandson was watching the fun today and followed the funeral procession all the way to Tuoyun Mountain and didn't go back until dark. Oops, I'm going to die of panic.

Already."

"Really? Is he wearing a narrow-sleeved top, crotchless pants, and two small hairdos on the back of his head?"

Mo Chuan had a meaningful look on his face.

"No, no, he is wearing blue long-sleeved clothes today."

The ghost matchmaker waved his hands repeatedly, and as he was speaking, he suddenly looked behind Mo Chuan with surprise on his face: "My dear, where have you run? Grandma is so worried."

Mo Chuan looked back and saw nothing behind him.

"call out!"

At just the right moment, a sharp sound pierced the air and suddenly hit behind my ears.

When he suddenly looked back, a cold light passed over his shoulders, but at this moment, he fell into an undetectable sluggishness.

It's like piercing into sand and gravel.

"Snapped!"

In the lag of a snap of his fingers, Mo Chuan grabbed the ghost matchmaker's wrist.

At the same time, the ghost matchmaker's expression suddenly froze, and dense black curse marks poured out from his neck and covered his cheeks.

The next moment, she screamed, vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and looked behind her with a trembling head.

But next to the solitary grave, she saw a scholar with a weak crown, making sutras with one hand and looking at her with burning eyes.

"Master Heijia will not let you go..."

The ghost matchmaker who had been plotted against him uttered an unwilling curse, and before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed to the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably, his head suddenly tilted, and he died completely.

Not even the soul was seen escaping.

"When Xiaosheng saw her attacking fellow Taoist, he cast a death curse in a moment of impatience. I hope fellow Taoist will forgive me!"
To be continued...