Two women in white appeared at the mountain gate. There was light behind them, a little cold and extremely strange, illuminating their figures clearly. They were two pale women with tears in their eyes and sobbing in their mouths, which made people feel pitiful, but neither Mr. Zhang nor the phantom seemed to turn a blind eye.

The monk recited the scriptures silently, and the sound of Buddha in his mouth fell into the temple. There were also scriptures in the temples here. Mr. Zhang snorted coldly, and then two drops of blood popped up. The two drops of blood were very ordinary, but after sensing the difference here, it instantly turned into runes and penetrated them.

The two figures obviously did not expect this scene. One of them screamed in surprise, his body trembled, and was covered by the rune. Then the other figure turned into a fox and crawled on the ground, while the other figure immediately fled, with the fox's whine sound in his mouth, not a voice.

"A evil beast, be accomplice the tiger!" The elder had only murderous intent. He didn't take this evil spirit seriously, but the monk said, "Donor, please leave his life. This fox once listened to the Buddha's voice with me. He has spirituality. Now he is just bewitched by the old demon of Black Mountain." The monk pointed out, and the fox's eyebrows emitted a Buddha's light. Then he took the initiative to enter the mountain gate and kowtow to the two of them. He didn't look like a fox at all, but like a villain, but he could not speak.

The white fox ran to the monk and made a squeaking sound. The old monk nodded from time to time and sighed: "So that's it. The old monster of Black Mountain used his demonic power to catalyze you..."

Then the fox made another sound, and finally the monk said, "Don't worry, the old monster of Black Mountain will not treat your sister..."

The black wind had disappeared, but the atmosphere was even more depressing. Mr. Zhang went out to lead the horses in, and he didn't care much at this time. The monk nodded and had no objection to this. The Buddhists would make equal to all living beings, so naturally they would not care about it.

"I hope peace will be achieved tonight..." The monk spoke, but he showed a bitter smile. After tonight, what about tomorrow?

"Master, what kind of cultivation is that old demon in Black Mountain?"

Mr. Zhang asked, and the monk shook his head: "I don't know that all monks have suffered disasters over the years. I think they should have the realm of transformation of the gods. But you and I are ordinary people, so what can I do with it?"

Mr. Zhang frowned and said, "It's a little trouble. Although I promised that he could not get close to us, I just couldn't kill him. After all, I'm not a monk..."

As I spoke, it suddenly became dark outside. There was still some moonlight, but at this time a black cloud appeared. The black cloud seemed to have painted darkness, making the black darker.

boom!

A person appeared outside the mountain gate, and suddenly a glimmer of light appeared in the temple. The monk disappeared and turned into a flame and fell into an oil lamp in the main hall. The entire temple emitted a faint golden light, illuminating the man in black.

He was dressed in black and had a pale face, as if there was no sunshine all year round. His eyes had no whites, only a piece of black.

The Black Mountain Old Demon! But it can’t see its roots and feet, which are no different from ordinary people!

It has transformed into shape and is already a creature of seven orifices!

The black fog condensed into a robe, indicating that this person's cultivation is extraordinary.

"Teacher... I haven't seen you for a long time!" The old demon in Black Mountain spoke, but Mr. Zhang showed a look of surprise, because the sound mixed with men and women, and it seemed that there were old and young people, as if men and women and young people spoke at the same time, making people feel creepy.

"Get out quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being polite!" Mr. Zhang bit his tongue and applied blood to his eyebrows. A white knife condensed between his eyebrows. This knife carries the most yang and strong power, and burns with flames.

"It's actually the power of luck. Are you an official of the Kingdom of Shenlin?" The old demon of Black Mountain was a little surprised. There was a fluctuation in his dark eyes, and he seemed to be very afraid.

"Take the monk and I'll let you go..." A creepy voice fell into Mr. Zhang's ears, but Mr. Zhang laughed: "You dare to fight my son's idea too!"

The old demon in Heishan said, "Yes, I actually forgot this. You are a human being and have such a burdensome emotion. Then, if you sell your face, you don't care about this old monk, I will let you go!"

Mr. Zhang shook his head: "I will suppress you even if I try my best today!"

Mr. Zhang took action. Although he was not a monk, in an instant, pieces of words flew out of his body. These words were books of sages, and were condensed in one speech. This is Confucianism, and Confucianism is a technique of righteousness. Although some people do not know how to practice, they can be accomplished in one go, and ghosts and gods will retreat!

The old demon of Black Mountain retreated, but then laughed loudly. The voices of men, women, young and old were intertwined, like a magic sound. His clothes exploded and his body disappeared. Only a ball of black fog flew over and began to attack the temple.

"It's just a breath. Teacher today, please help me!" The black fog emitted a thunder sound, but Mu Ming and Mrs. Zhang seemed to be unaware of it, both in a dream.

The roar continued, and it was obviously black fog, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the temple.

Several horses trembled and finally fainted. Mr. Zhang roared, and the literary spirit outside his body swept out. The black fog outside the temple was ignited immediately. He roared vigorously from the black fog, and the black fog immediately retreated.

The outside also became quiet, but a short while, a crying sound came from outside the house again. However, unlike before, it was in large numbers. Mr. Zhang wiped the blood from his hand on his eyelids and immediately saw everything outside clearly.

But they saw skeletons slowly coming from outside, forty or fifty. They wailed, as if there was a huge resentment. The resentment condensed and came towards this place, with mysterious power gathering to impact the temple.

The temple shook again, and the light dimmed. The monk appeared again, and his body became extremely illusory, as if it dissipated.

The candlelight in the main hall was extinguished and the temple became dark again.

"Master!" Master Zhang was powerless, but the monk sighed: "I am powerless. The old demon of Black Mountain has reached this point. The souls of those people have been enslaved. My scriptures may be useful to the old demon of Black Mountain, but they are useless to those who die with hatred. They are not evil spirits..."

The monk's original illusory body began to condense and became a ball of beads the size of a thumb. At this time, a sound came from the bead: "This is my last wish, it is considered a relics. If you bless your body, you may be able to conquer it!"

The relics flew into Mr. Zhang's body. Mr. Zhang seemed to feel that his strength had become different, and infinite power was generated from his flesh and blood, as if he was like a monk.

"This is the power of a wish, which can change many things. Now you have the ability to cultivate for the time being, but it cannot last long!" Mr. Zhang's voice echoed in his heart.

"Well, I'm going to work hard today!" After that, Mr. Zhang recited the scriptures of sages. The scriptures blessed him and flew out in pieces, making him like a sages preaching. Pieces of words began to be written, imprinted in the void, and pieces of words bloomed white light, lit up the night sky.

At this time, the temple was finally broken, and ghost fire flashed with skeletons, and the three green lights rushed towards Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang pointed out and pieces of words fell down. The words fell on the skeleton like flames, and began to burn.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, you should be liberated!" Mr. Zhang yelled, urging the flame to burn.

Straws of black air flow in the skeleton dissipated, and the skeletons fell down one after another, and only one mark flew out and disappeared into the night sky.

"Confucianism... is amazing!" The old demon of Black Mountain appeared again, and quickly lightning, slapped Mr. Zhang in the head with a palm.

Mr. Zhang opened his mouth, and a sword light flew out. The sword light was constructed by countless words, and the text is like a knife, which is it.

The palm of the Black Mountain Old Demon exploded and was chopped up by the sword light.

The old monster of Black Mountain also retreated far away and was extremely afraid.

"It's a pity that even if you have special power, you will eventually consume it. But I'm different!" The old demon of the Black Mountain was bleeding from his arm, but he also squirmed, and one arm gradually recovered. "I have merged with the thousand-year-old vine trees, and my vitality is already extremely strong!"

Mr. Zhang breathed heavily and his face was pale. Seeing this, he gritted his teeth. He looked at the wing rooms on both sides and said in his heart: "If you get the official seal back, there may be a chance. But that's the case, the lady will go to protect her and will definitely be attacked by this villain. Tomorrow... don't worry for the time being!"

"Well, if you fight to the death, you must make this beast half-dead, so that it can be afraid!"

The elder just inhaled again and then blew it out with force. This time the wind blew up, and the old demon in Black Mountain changed his expression and said, "You don't want to die?" The strong wind seemed to gather from all directions. The old demon in Black Mountain could not avoid it, and his body was immediately attacked, holes appeared one by one, and Mars were born.

"Hmph, evil, what do you know? I try my best to protect the mother and son. You can understand breasts? You have learned from the old monk for a few years, but can't learn these human feelings?" Mr. Zhang looked at the body of the old demon in Heishan ignited and struggled on the ground. He smiled softly and said to himself: "Only by letting the wife be bait, as long as this beast approaches the wife, it will touch the power in the official seal and will die. But he can only take a gamble. If he gets close to tomorrow..."

Mr. Zhang was somewhat expectant and worried.

At this time, the old demon of Black Mountain stood up again, his body became a little illusory, his face was as white as gold paper, and his original pale disappeared.

But the next moment, the old monster of Black Mountain laughed and pointed to the distance. Mr. Zhang looked at it and his face changed drastically.

A fox appeared from Mrs. Zhang's room with an official seal in his arms. It was the fox that was asked by the monk to let go before.

"I'm careless, the mountain spirit and wild monster, old monk, you've misunderstood!" The elder smiled bitterly, watched the old monster in the Black Mountain flying over, and then grabbed his head with his five fingers. He was not afraid, but he had some regrets.

But at this moment, he heard the sound of the door opening and a roar. Then he saw that when the old monster Black Mountain who was originally close to him made a shrill sound, the roar was filled with fear and a strong sense of reluctance, but it finally came to an abrupt end.

Afterwards, Mr. Zhang saw his son appear and looked worried, but only Mu Yi lost the shadow of the old demon in Heishan. His eyes fell to the ground and saw a scroll on the ground, which seemed to be a painting of ink painting. At this time, it was spread out, as if it was discarded.
Chapter completed!