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Maidong just went out to use the toilet, but he didn't expect to see such a scene when he came back.

I don't know when a layer of blood mist suddenly appeared outside.

ghost.

Countless green and white ghosts surrounded the wooden house. Dots of green will-o'-the-wisps lit up in the faint blood mist. Faint cries floated in the wind, like resentment, admiration, and weeping.

He fell to the ground with a plop, his whole body stiffened, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make any sound. His face was quickly covered with warm tears.

He used his last bit of strength to crawl and hide behind the bushes. He knew how embarrassed he was now without looking at him.

Looking through the gaps between the leaves, one can see gusts of wind, ghosts crying, wolves howling, and demons dancing wildly. For a moment, he even wondered if he had mistakenly entered the Underworld Road, which was the underworld.

His whole body was as cold as a dead man.

In other words, he was already dead, and this was a world of the dead.

While he was thinking wildly, a wooden door on the other side of the guest room opened with a creak.

The moon shrank in the clouds, and the courtyard instantly became dark.

In the quiet night, this slight sound was as earth-shattering to Maidong's ears as the thunder on the ground. His scalp tightened, his heart beat like a wild horse, and he even felt slight pain. He rubbed his arms, and then he realized that he had goosebumps all over his body.

Under Maidong's curious and worried eyes, a figure walked out of the house and stood in the corridor, only a few steps away from the ghost closest to him. He couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, and could only tell that it was a man through his general outline.

The man's appearance seemed to stimulate the crowd of ghosts, who cried loudly for a while, making his brain and eyes hurt.

Seeing that the ghosts were about to approach the man, Maidong took out his mobile phone from his pocket in panic and was stunned when he was about to dial a number.

Who is he going to call?

119? 110? 120?

Their business does not include exorcising ghosts!

To exorcise ghosts, you should...find a Taoist priest! Yes, you should find a Taoist priest! He was just excited for a few seconds and then suddenly withered.

…Isn’t this inside a Taoist temple? !

Just when he was in a panic and didn't know what to do, he heard a sharp male voice: "Wang Jizhong, a common man, was killed by a thief for no reason. I beg Mr. Qingtian to make the decision for the common people!!!"

Then came the chorus of all the ghosts: "Please Lord Qingtian, please make the decision for us!"

Ophiopogon japonicus:? ? ?

"...Have you mistakenly admitted the wrong person?" The clear voice of the man on the corridor floated in the night with a hint of coolness: "I am not a great master of Qingtian."

This voice sounds familiar. Maidong was stunned for a moment, then immediately remembered - isn't this Lejing?

"I didn't admit my mistake." The same sharp ghost voice sounded again: "We are wandering in the world as ghosts who died in vain. We cannot take revenge because of our low magic power. Because the resentment in our hearts cannot be reincarnated, we can only wander in time."

"As soon as Immortal Lord you go out today, evil demons flee and hundreds of ghosts retreat. Even the good people in the underworld cannot compare with your merits. We don't know which deity from heaven you are and come down to earth. We only know that you must make decisions for the people. What a god."

"If the common people have a grievance, please ask the Immortal Lord to make the decision for us!"

The other ghosts shouted: "I beg the Immortal Lord to make the decision for us!"

Maidong listened to these words in confusion, and the questions in his heart flowed back like a river.

Mr. Qingtian? Immortal Lord? Merit? Common people?

Is this filming a TV series?

He looked around subconsciously and didn't see the camera.

"...How did you get in here?" He heard Le Jing ask: "This is a Taoist temple, and there is a barrier set up. Logically speaking, you innocent souls should not be able to enter."

"We said we wanted to redress our grievances, and the leader of Lingxuzi let us in." The ghost sighed: "Taoist Master Lingxuzi is a good man."

"...That's all." Maidong heard Le Jing sigh, his voice a little helpless: "What grievances do you have?"

The moon emerged from the dark clouds, and its bright moonlight softly sprinkled the yard. The young man lowered his head and looked at the ghosts in the corridor. His jade-like face seemed to be glowing in the moonlight, giving his plain expression a hint of solemnity and sanctity.

A gust of wind blew by, and the young man put his hands behind his back. The sleeves of his black Taoist robe were flying, and his belt was fluttering. He seemed to be riding the wind back to the sky.

Maidong's heart suddenly jumped, and he looked at the young man who was floating like an immortal under the moonlight, reluctant to leave his sight.

It has nothing to do with love, this is the instinctive appreciation of beauty by living creatures.

"My name is Wang Jizhong, and I want to sue my neighbor Wang Qiang! He had a beastly face, killed me when I wasn't prepared, and tricked my wife into marrying him. Not only did he take over all my family's property, but he also abused my son!" The strong man mooed: " Please the Immortal Lord punishes the criminals and avenges me!”

"My name is Su Jianqiu, and I want to sue my stepfather Li Yuan! He is a beast with a human face and a beast's heart! He...he raped me when I was eight years old...I was raped by him for eight years...eight years... Please make the decision for me, please make the decision for me.” The weak female ghost kept kowtowing in Le Jing’s direction: “Please make the decision for me, the immortal!”

"My name is Zhao Zhuoyuan, and I want to sue my ex-boyfriend Cui Yan! He was a despicable villain who tricked a woman into getting married, and was afraid that he would kill me if I told the truth. I spent eight years of my youth like this! I hate it! I hate it so much!”

"My name is Zhou Lin, and I want to sue my husband..."

"Uncle, my name is Wang Jingjing. I have always been very good. Can you help me ask my father why he always beats me..."

Under the moonlight, the terrifying and gloomy ghosts cried out the various crimes of the people in the world of the living, and every sentence was filled with blood and tears. This scene was so absurd and bizarre, like a black humor.

Mai Dong listened in a daze, and before he knew it, he was already in tears. He suddenly remembered a sentence he read in a book when he was young: What is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart.

Don't look directly into the human heart, because the human heart is darker than hell.

Under the moonlight, the young man frowned, his eyes like cold stars were imposing, and the whole person was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, with a cold light, sharp edge, and unstoppable momentum, wanting to kill all the evil spirits and ghosts in the world, and their tricks.

He stretched out his hand, and in Mai Dong's shocked eyes, an iron-black long sword slowly took shape in his hand. He gently pulled out a section of the sword blade from the scabbard. The blade was sharp, flashing a cold light in the moonlight. An invisible aura vibrated with it, and the endless ghost cries suddenly stopped. The ghosts held their breath and looked up at the young man on the corridor on the stage with awe.

Mai Dong felt his heart calm down, and the dark emotions that had been lurking in his heart for a long time were swept away. He smiled a refreshing smile without fatigue, as quiet and peaceful as a newborn baby.

"163 ghosts, 201 sinners, I'll just remember them." The young man closed his sword, held it in his arms, stood alone on the high corridor, and coldly glared at the ghosts below the stage: "If the situation is true, then I will naturally seek justice for you."

The next moment, the ghosts cheered: "Thank you, Immortal Lord!"

"In the next life, I will repay the Immortal Lord's great kindness!"

"Thank you, benefactor, I will send a dream to my mother and ask her to send you a banner!"

The young man looked up at the bright moon on the beam in silence, and the clear light in his eyes corresponded to the jade wheel in the sky.

...

Maidong didn't know how long he squatted behind the bushes. When he went back to his room and lay in bed, he heard the sound of bells coming from afar.

The sound of the bells was simple, deep, and heavy, as if it had crossed time and floated from the Hanshan Temple a thousand years ago into the dark night of his dream.

In the dream, the world was vast, and there was a cold immortal protecting him behind him, and he killed thousands of troops with a sword.

From then on, all evil demons were slain, and the seas and rivers were peaceful and clear.

The river was flowing, and only the autumn moon was white.

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Le Jing held the sword and gently pushed open a wooden door. There was a shallow breathing sound from inside the door, and it was obvious that the owner was still sleeping.

Unlike Le Jing's single room, this room was a large bunk bed with seven or eight people sleeping in it.

Le Jing's eyes swept across the faces one by one, and finally stopped on one person's face.

This was a very ordinary man.

With fat cheeks and slightly bald hair, he was a middle-aged greasy old man that could be seen everywhere on the roadside.

His name was Li Yuan, and he was Su Jianqiu's stepfather.

The world was so cunning. Li Yuan, the stepfather who humiliated Su Jianqiu for eight years and forced her to commit suicide, happened to be the lighting engineer of the crew.

At this time, he was sleeping soundly, with a smile on his lips, as if he was having a sweet dream. And Su Jianqiu's body was sleeping at the bottom of the cold river, being eaten by fish and shrimps, and she had lost the right to dream forever.

He held his hand above Li Yuan's forehead and chanted a spell. Wisps of black air followed his true energy and drilled into his mouth and nose. Soon, his ruddy face was covered with a layer of light black air, and a tumor on his neck slowly took shape. The tumor was black and shaped like a hideous human face.

Ghost face sore.

This is a very scary curse.

The son pays for the father's debt, and the ghost face is haunted. However, even if there is no blood relationship, as long as the person who is close to the recipient will get ghost face sore.

Ghost face sore feeds on the vitality of the host until the host is drained of vitality and dies miserably.

And what Le Jing just injected into Li Yuan's body was Su Jianqiu's resentment. From then on, Li Yuan had to live miserably with Su Jianqiu's resentment and curse.

This spell was read by Le Jing in a witchcraft book in the Xiaohonghuang plane. He made improvements to the ghost face sore cast on Li Yuan.

The improved ghost face sore will not be contagious, nor will it harm relatives. It will only haunt Li Yuan and make him live a life worse than death.

In this way, it can be regarded as evil pays off.

He retracted his hand and walked out of the wooden house quietly. A beautiful girl outside the door bowed to him: "Thank you, Immortal Lord."

Le Jing stopped, and his indifference quickly disappeared like the new snow under the sun. He curled his lips and showed a gentle smile to the girl: "In the next life, I want to be born into a good family."

"Yes!" The girl smiled like a flower: "Immortal Lord, goodbye."

The girl's body turned into a point of light and slowly disappeared in the world.

There are still 200 sinners left.

Le Jing glanced at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

The bright moon is selfless and shines on the world equally.

But some people are not qualified to sleep peacefully under the moonlight.