Ping'an Town, this town named Ping'an has not got what it desires.

Seven days ago, a plague suddenly came, and most people in Ping'an Town were in a state of dying. When Lin Hongxuan, who had been rescued all the way, came to Ping'an Town with his disciples, they saw the townsmen lying on the ground one by one, their energy and spirit had been swallowed and consumed inch by one, and their skin began to ulcerate inch by inch, and the potholes were bumpy like mud ponds, emitting waves of stench.

"Ah!" As the little disciple of Dao Ren Lin couldn't help screaming when he saw this scene. Lin Hongxuan turned his head and glared at him, and spoke to his eldest disciple: "Ah Hong, let's take a look at the situation first."

Then he took out another talisman, reached out and turned into three streams of light and merged into the other three disciples, and said, "Ahao, Awen, you two took Asheng to collect some dry firewood for hot water."

After saying that, Lin Hongxuan squatted down and began to carefully observe the changes of these villagers, then observed the Feng Shui pattern here, and found the practitioners who guarded this place.

Walking into the other party's temple, Daoren Lin saw a man sitting upright on a cushion, covered in blood and flesh. An ill ghost that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes was bound to him by a faint spiritual light, chewing on his flesh and blood, so that he could no longer see his age and appearance.

The man pinched his hands and activated the power of many magical instruments in the temple, guiding the spiritual light to wander up and down on him, willing to endure the pain of the devouring of the hundred ghosts without moving, so that the plague ghosts could escape at all.

But when he heard the sound of Lin Hongxuan entering it, his whole body trembled: "I wonder which Taoist brother is here?"

Dao Ren Lin pinched his hands with his hands, stood in front of his forehead, and bowed and said, "Mr. Lin Hongxuan, a disciple of Maoshan, have you seen Dao Brother!"

As a disciple of Daoren Lin, Ah Hong also made gestures with both hands, stood above his head, bowed and said, "Maoshan disciple Ding Hong, pay homage to Master Uncle!"

"It turns out that they are fellow Taoists from Shang Maoshan. It's good that you are here! In Xia no, the third generation of the master of Jishengtang in Maoshan, please forgive me for not being able to get up... I think my three generations of Jishengtang are worshipped by the townspeople? But I can't keep my peace in the area? I am really ashamed of my ancestors underground!"

The man spoke to Lin Daoren and others in the first half, but in the second half, he talked to himself. After saying that, the hairpin on his head exploded, and the hair stuck to the festering scalp scattered? Cover his face, reversed his magic power? Ignite his own spirit? A ray of light emerged on the surface of his soul, igniting the plague ghost on his body: "God beast! Come with me!"

"Fellow Taoist, no!" Seeing this scene, Dao Ren Lin was shocked. He wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He could only watch the man ignite his energy and take away the plague ghosts.

"Master!" Ah Hong looked at the man who had died in a dilemma. According to the customs of the times, if a person had disheveled his hair before his death, covering his face, it means he had no face to face his ancestors.

Although the man in front of him has already ignited his energy and energy? It is unlikely that he will enter the underworld, how to bury him is also a problem? After all, he has imprisoned so many plague ghosts on his body just now.

"This fellow Taoist burned his spirit before his death, and there was no epidemic in his body? Just sort it out and put it in the coffin and bury it!" Lin Hongxuan finished speaking, and said again: "But before this? Please set up an altar with me to gather the remaining epidemic here, and treat the people in the town first."

"Yes, master!" Ah Hong's fat body moved quickly when he heard this. He quickly sorted out an altar. Lin Hongxuan took the stage to practice, and yellow talismans flew out and spread into every household, stabilizing its breath and suppressing the epidemic.

Then Ah Hao, Awen and Ah Sheng came back with Firewood, brought a large iron pot, and cooked a pot of water. Dao Ren Lin transformed Huang Fu into it and sent four disciples to every household. After working hard for most of the day, he finally suppressed the plague.

The villagers of Ping'an Town, who had recovered a little more popularity, rose up to thank them. After hearing about the actions of the third generation of Jishengdo's masters, a wealthy family even gave the coffin they prepared.

With the efforts of the townsmen, Lin Hongxuan and his disciples stayed for two days and confirmed that the plague would not recur, before they set off again.

However, this time, Lin Hongxuan suddenly stopped while walking, and he looked up at the sky.

At some point, the sky suddenly became dark clouds, covering the sunshine. As soon as everyone stopped, bursts of creepy songs sounded, and the beating of gongs and drums accompanied by the sound of suona.

Immediately afterwards, a team wearing white clothes and mourning clothes appeared in front of Lin Hongxuan.

At the same time, behind Lin Hongxuan and others, a group of teams wearing big red clothes, high-headed horses leading the way, and eight-carrying sedan chairs stood in the middle appeared.

The center of the two happens to be the five masters and disciples of Lin Hongxuan.

What's very troublesome is that with the emergence of the two teams, it seems that some kind of technician has been completed. A mysterious force fell to suppress the magic power of the five masters and apprentices. Even the real person like Lin Hongxuan who condenses the Yin God cannot drive his own magic power for a while.

"Master!" Ah Hong's face changed slightly, he looked at his master and asked in a low voice.

But Lin Hongxuan silently used his magic power. Just as he was about to break through the shackles, the two teams of mourning clothes and brides and attracting their parents suddenly accelerated and intertwined.

The people wearing red and white clothes drowned Lin Hongxuan and others, and evil spirits surged, polluting Lin Hongxuan's magic power again and it was difficult to mobilize as they pleased. For a moment, except for Ah Hong, who was wide and fat, was able to stand beside Lin Daoren, and the other three were wrapped in the crowd and disappeared.

"Don't be crazy!" Lin Hongxuan was so excited that he was too lazy to hide his weakness when he came out of Ping'an Town. He raised his hand to take out the lotus-patterned green light mirror that Yuchen gave him, and looked forward, and swept it around.

The clear mirror light fell, and Ayu, wearing a big red wedding dress, exclaimed, escaped from the void, and then escaped into the void again and disappeared. However, his sneaky illusion lost the blessing of the ritual, and was unable to resist under the mirror light. All the smoke disappeared, and the red and white people coming and going turned into paper people, tall horses, big red sedan chairs and coffins also turned into paper and fell to the ground.

Ahao, Asheng and Awen were trapped in it and rolled out, wearing paper-pasteful shrouds, Xinlang clothes and red wedding dresses, and their faces were covered with white and pink cheeks, which looked quite strange.

"Wake up!" After holding the lotus-patterned green light mirror, he looked at the three of them and woke up their fixed souls, Lin Hongxuan shook the treasure mirror in his hand, but gained nothing.

"Master!" After Ah Hong woke up one after another, he stood up and came to Lin Daoren and asked, "Did you find that female ghost?"

"This ghost is slightly higher than me in order to achieve this. With this red and white storm, I can't move my magic power for a while. If it weren't for the magic weapon given by Master Yunchen, it would be really dangerous just now. And this ghost is very cunning. He took advantage of my chance to save people and escaped into the dark world and could no longer catch up."

Lin Hongxuan sighed, put away the lotus-patterned green light mirror, and took his disciples to continue moving forward. The master and apprentice were not ordinary people. When he was determined to rush to the road, he walked for about an hour and then arrived in front of the next town.

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