The reincarnators looked at where Qian Chen stood, and the Red Building Ghost House turned into a flower building under the moon. On one side, there was a terrifying ghost energy, and on the other side, there was a moving moonlight. There was a blank space among the flashes of thoughts, and then countless thoughts surged up?

"When did he come here?"

"Who is this person?"

"But this person set up a plan to bring us here?"

"Is it an enemy or a friend?"

These questions have no answers, but the owner of the Red Mansion screamed: "Who are you, when did you get in? Why can you plot against me?"

"Crackdown?" Qian Chen smiled and said, "How can the matter of eliminating the demons and guards be called a plot?"

A cherry tree bloomed quietly behind him, and countless petals fell. At this moment, everyone realized something was wrong. Zhou's reincarnation man recalled carefully, and instantly his hair suddenly rose. In his memory, when he stepped into the Red Mansion courtyard, there was still a dead tree there.

The moment he saw Qian Chen and Yan Shu, the two of them were drinking and drinking. After the ghost building appeared, Qian Chen's location had never changed from beginning to end, just as all of them ignored it intentionally or unintentionally.

The owner of the Red Chamber was even more shocked and angry. It found that there were many decorations in its body that were silently not available. Those candlesticks, those dancers in Hu's clothes, those decorations, and the cherry blossom tree that was not in line with the season but was ignored by everyone.

She couldn't even remember when Qian Chen and the others appeared in the building.

All of these show that they have long been hit by Qian Chen's illusion.

The owner of the Red Chamber let out a heart-wrenching scream, causing the reincarnation to hug the head tightly in pain.

As the reincarnationists recalled more and more things, they couldn't help but sweat in their vest.

"So mysterious, are they ghosts or you ghosts?" This thought flashed through Mrs. Tong's mind.

"A thought arises, it seems real and illusion, neither false nor true!"

Monk Faxin clasped his hands together and exclaimed: "Those means are almost the great and free heavenly beings. No wonder when I saw the flower tree, I felt a quiet heart that was quietly pissed. It turned out that all this was the thought of the donor, and the heart of my monk was moved."

Qian Chen smiled and said, "It's just a little trick. The owner of the Red Chamber has fallen into my illusion. Now it's really hard to tell. If this cherry blossom tree does not wither, it will not be able to take action. Monk, if you don't take action to eliminate the demons at this time, when will it last?"

Qian Chen sat down with the desk. With a wave of his sleeve, a seven-stringed guqin was silently added to the desk.

Faxin folded his hands together, then he turned his palms, and the sun wheel appeared in his palm. The sun wheel on both sides was raised in front of him, like two small round shields on them, with Sanskrit flowing on them, and six of them were the most conspicuous, like a rising flame, and as perfect as a pearl.

These six-character Sanskrit seeds are - Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, and hum!

The six-character mantra echoed in the Red Mansion, and the sound was like thunder, which made the entire ghost building tremble. Faxin took all his strength, and a relic bone suddenly appeared on his eyebrows. The owner of the Red Mansion was not surprised. Faxin's strength when he took action was no less than that of any real person Jiedan.

The six-character mantra of Dharma Xin is directed towards the owner of the Red Mansion who is trapped by Qian Chen. Lei Yin Zen sings, countless mantras are stacked, and in an instant it is like Gatlin rotating, dada dada, and it sounds like the Red Mansion.

The owner of the Red Mansion in red clothes raised his head and wailed, forcibly exiled and in great pain.

Wherever the Buddha's voice passes...

The huge black scorpion that had drilled out of the ground screamed and turned around and was about to drill back into the ground.

The reincarnationist hurriedly stepped forward to intercept, but how could Yan Shu ask them to steal the reward point sent to their mouths? After killing the demon tiger, he led the sword back, and sent it back with a sword light, gathering countless sword energy, falling into the building like a river of heaven.

The sword energy turned around and did not hurt the Red Mansion at all.

But I saw the red silk in the building, all the ghost energy was torn apart, and the sword light shone brightly, illuminating everything. Without even arousing a trace of wind, I slashed downwards. The scorpion demon was captured by an invisible sword intent, and even had no time to turn my thoughts.

Then I saw a sword light slashing in front of me.

Then the scorpion demon no longer had any thoughts, and his soul dissipated. The sword energy was inspiring, and even the cherry blossoms outside the window showed many sword marks.

The old ape holding a bamboo pole suddenly made a voice and sighed: "Good swordsmanship, good sword energy! The human race is worthy of being the origin of swordsmanship. With one sword, I feel a little ashamed of myself."

A demon bat rushed from a distance and said in a voice: "Apricot, when has it been since we got involved in the human race's plot? Do you still have the heart to praise the enemy's sword path?"

Yan Shu saw the demon bat coming from the sky, and the sword energy that had not yet been restrained in his hand slashed out.

The white-haired old ape stretched out a bamboo pole and shattered half of the sword energy that broke through the air, but was intercepted by the swordsman Luo Sen wielded his long sword.

After the Red Mansion, a pipa string moved, and countless messy noises brought a rolling demonic energy to attack, suppressing the six-character mantra. The ghost sound was like billions of needles, piercing everyone's sea of ​​consciousness.

Qian Chen picked up the strings of the piano, and the hoarse sound of the piano was like the autumn wind blowing through the bamboo forest, instantly suppressing the pipa monster sound.

The Pipa Ghost Sound and the Red Building Ghost House were all suppressed by Qian Chen alone...

In the dark alley outside the Red Mansion, countless harsh Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded, and a group of monks were wearing human skins and scriptures, densely filled with messy twisted Sanskrit words, coming towards the Red Mansion.

The sound of the ghost sound of the pipa gradually became chaotic and loud, just like countless evil ghosts roaring and wailing.

The pipagi passes through the building, with a harsh sound of ghosts everywhere. With this sound, various yin and magical illusions are everywhere. The five yins are burning like ghosts and monsters falling into the hearts of people. As long as you hear this demon sound, you will be involuntarily and fall into the infinite demon path and it is difficult to surpass it.

A long sound of dragging a knife came from behind everyone.

The long sword is dragging the floor, not the collision makes the metal clanging sound, but it becomes more and more harsh in the night ghost sound.

Countless murmurs were heard everywhere in the Red Mansion, as if countless women were whispering softly, and countless babies were whispering unconsciously, and it was hard to hear clearly.

The sound of Sanskrit, the sound of the pipa, the sound of the knife, the whispers... makes people scratch their claws and feel uneasy.

The reincarnation man had a bitter face, and someone murmured in a low voice: "No!" The reincarnation man surnamed Zhou stimulated the jade plaque in his hand, and then slightly dispelled a trace of irritability in his heart.

But when Qian Chen saw him, he raised his head slightly, pressed the guqin in his hand and held the Sanxian...

On the roof not far away, Ning Qingchen stood up, his eyes slightly solemn, and looked at the front, back, left and right directions of the Red Building.

At the main entrance of the Red Building, under the canopy of countless human skins and bones, a thin mummy sat on a sedan chair carried by a group of monks. Its head was hanged deep and its legs were entrenched. Its legs were clearly the Buddha of the real body, also known as the body Buddha worshipped by Buddhists and outsiders.

But its eyes were filled with blood.

This is not the "Identity Buddha" which is clearly a "sacrificial Buddha" sacrificed by living people.

In the backyard of the Red Building, a woman in white sat on the treetops.

She lowered her head and gently stroked the white jade pipa she was holding in her arms. The long white veil fell. Among the white veil under the tree, countless dwarfs and ghosts were having strange smiles and funny dances, but the dance was silent, like a silent drama.

On the east side of the Red Mansion, a tall figure with a stunning human body was slowly walking in the alley with a ghost-headed sword pulled to the ground.

The scorching knife of the burial hand clanged on the stone slab, and a harsh friction sounded.

Its figure was dragged long under the moonlight, and the two horns on its head made it look like a messenger of the underworld.

Ning Qingchen lit the letter talisman and summoned Si Qingcheng. The big yellow chicken in her arms stared at the three ghosts...

Faxin sighed slowly in the Red Mansion: "Soul-grabbing, pipa, cow head, red clothes, I didn't expect that this time the four ghost messengers were coming!"

The ear canal god is still working diligently to paint the picture of the beauty under the moon. Where the brush falls, it enlightens all kinds of illusory painting spirits, making it more and more difficult for the owner of the Red Mansion to break free from the illusion of the painting.

The supreme illusion that Qian Chen talked about in his mouth finally had to write the ear canal spirit.

All the four great ghost envoys arrived and besieged everyone and the Red Mansion Ghost House. Before the people arrived, the voice came first, giving the reincarnation a warning.

"Zheng!"

When the hoarse sound of the piano started, there were only a few hoarse sounds, and then the sound of the piano became higher and higher, overwhelmingly over these noises, sweeping away, and the excitement was like thunder.

Qian Chen picked the string with one finger, and silent thunder swept across...

The restlessness of the Red Building suddenly subsided, and the red-clothed ghost general who was still struggling just now hung his head, as if he was dead.

The sound of the pipa in the woman sitting on the treetop suddenly became chaotic. The five strings of the pipa were broken first, and the silk strings flew and collapsed. The broken pipa strings popped up, leaving a slender wound on the woman's face.

The woman stopped the sound of the pipa, reached out to touch the wound on her face, and suddenly folded her limbs backwards, posing in a position that a living person would never have been able to do.

Her limbs seemed to be broken, and she carried the pipa behind her and started playing even more manic.

Outside the gate of the Red Mansion, a fire suddenly exploded with a bunch of human skins. Countless thunder balls rolled around, and the explosion of monks threw them up high, smashed to pieces and flew around.

The Buddha in the shrine on the sedan chair suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand and pressed it. The two long tassels on the Vairocana hat on the top of his head fell to his chest and flew up. The statue of the white bone Buddha embroidered on the lotus crown shone with a strange red light. The Buddha sacrificed to life spoke slightly and silently recited the six-character mantra.

The twisted mantra was filled with ghost energy, like a tide gushing out from under the Buddha's body, eliminating the lightning.

In the alley, the piano sounded hoarse, and a sharp sound of steel was heard. The long knife dragged on the ground by the bullhead, broke the tip of the knife.
Chapter completed!