In front of the broken statue of the mountain god, a ghost emitting a cold aura had its back to us. It was unlike the evil ghosts I had seen before. No, the most powerful evil ghost I had ever seen was not even one tenth as powerful as it.
That powerful feeling of oppression is not comparable to that of the evil spirits outside.
It has no head, or rather, there is no part on its neck where it should be, and its head is held at its waist.
I saw Master secretly drawing talismans on his palms. I have some respect for him. He actually wanted to beat up the ghost messenger? But never mind. If Master did, I would definitely follow him. If he beat up the ghost messenger, what crime would I be charged with after I die?
That should be pretty cool, right? I'm even a little bit tempted to try it.
The ghost messenger slowly turned around, and the head at his waist had a ferocious look.
"Did you do that Xuanqingsi detained the evil ghost privately?" The pair of upside-down eyes looked at the master viciously.
A man walked past me. It was Master Liao.
He smiled apologetically: "Master Yincha, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."
The ghost messenger said sarcastically, "Misunderstanding? Someone complained to us that you, the Xuanqing Division, are bullying others. I don't care about bullying others, that's your business. It's you who are forcibly seizing the evil spirits and preventing them from being brought to justice."
It hummed, a threatening tone.
I think Master is right. It shouldn’t be like this. I don’t know about others, but at least Master doesn’t owe them anything.
But the master suddenly relaxed, turned to us and said, "Go out, I want to talk to it alone."
Second Brother stood there, and after being kicked by Master, he walked out angrily. Then it was me, and then the others.
We stood outside the temple, nervously listening to the noises from inside. First, the ghost messenger's questioning, then... the sound of beatings? Amid the screams of the evil spirits, we all rushed to the door immediately. But after pushing it open, we only saw the ghost messenger fleeing in panic and our master clapping his hands.
"Fang Zhiyi, are you crazy?" The square-faced man stepped forward nervously, his face full of disbelief. "You even hit the ghost messenger?"
The woman with a high ponytail looked her master up and down: "I didn't realize when you became so strong that you could even beat the ghost messenger away."
Old Yan's hands trembled a little, and after a while he said, "Xiao Liao, take them out. I'll stay here."
The girl who was supporting him said, "Grandpa..."
Old Yan raised his hand to stop her: "I, Yan Zhenghe, have subdued countless demons and accumulated a lot of good karma. My time is running out, so I will take responsibility for this matter for you." He seemed to have made up his mind.
The master clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Master Yan, it's okay. I'll beat them every time they come."
"Fang boy, I know what you want to do, but you can't do it. To outsiders, Xuan Qing Si is a powerful existence, but we know that this Xuan Qing Si is no different from a curse. You..." Elder Yan looked at us, "You still have an apprentice, don't do anything rash."
But as he was speaking, the whole temple was filled with black air, and a dark crack extended from the wall. Then a ghost dressed in ancient clothes came out, who looked like a weak scholar. Behind him followed the headless ghost who had just escaped.
Old Yan's face changed drastically: "Judge... Today this matter is all my fault..." Before he finished speaking, the judge passed him by and stood in front of the master almost instantly.
A tense atmosphere spread around. The eldest sister took out the copper coin sword, the second brother had a faint electric light flickering on his fingertips, and the third brother was ready to go. He took out a command flag from his back pocket. I reached out and touched my body for a while, feeling a little embarrassed, as it seemed that I didn't have anything particularly powerful.
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