The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Xiang Wanqing changed her hand seals with difficulty, and the seven swords around her circled around her. The swords were shining brightly, but they still failed to break through the Yin spirit's blockade.

She could clearly sense the resentment contained in those Yin Qi.

I don’t know how many people have died in this temple. Most of them were young girls, and some were boys. They would be younger, no more than eight years old.

These children, just like her, were trapped here by the evil monk before they died, with lamps lit at their feet. The lamps would slowly burn them to death. The burned corpse oil was collected by the evil monk in bottles, and their corpses were made into specimens. , stored in this dilapidated temple.

They were tortured to death, and their souls turned into resentment and were locked here. As long as their mummies remain, their souls cannot escape.

They forget everything about their lives and only remember the pain of death. They will be tortured by this pain forever, and their resentment will become more and more serious.

There are also some smaller children, the youngest one was taken out from the belly of a pregnant woman, soaked in corpse oil bottles by the evil monk, and their souls were refined into obedient "little ghosts" who could possess the Buddha amulets he made. superior.

This kind of Buddhist amulet can be sold for very high prices, ranging from several million to tens of millions. It can help buyers gain "luck". Many rich people and celebrities like this kind of thing.

The dark, short and thin monk at the door is one of the most famous monks in Siam, Long Po Prayut. With his image of poverty, he became a saint in the hearts of the world.

His Buddhist amulets are hard to find.

But no one knew the dirty deeds he did in this ruined temple. If Xiang Wanqing hadn't come, it might have been a long time before anyone discovered her.

Xiang Wanqing came here following the Taiwu Dragon Monk.

The Taiwu Dragon Monk was no match for her and fled here.

Luang Phor Prayut used a poor "little ghost" to introduce her into this ruined temple, and then trapped her with a Yin spirit array.

For Xiang Wanqing, although the resentment of these Yin spirits was powerful, it was not enough to pose a threat to her, which was why she dared to pursue them.

But she didn't expect that there were two ancient things in this dilapidated temple that gave her an extremely headache.

One is the oil lamp at your feet.

When this lamp is lit, the light is like a bean and the area it can illuminate is limited. But the space it illuminates seems to be locked, and all soul-like things cannot escape in the light.

The soul is illuminated by the light, as if being burned by the scorching sun, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

Xiang Wanqing was certain that this was a divine weapon. It's just that the magic power of the witch monk Luang Po Prayut is not enough to exert its full power, otherwise she would not be able to support it now.

The other is the statue of the evil god Naga above the head, which has an infinite pressure inside.

Naga is an ancient divine beast that looks like a snake and has nine heads.

Many places in Siam and Myanmar regard it as a god and will build temples to worship it.

This ancient temple was probably first used to worship Nagas. Later, when Buddhism was introduced here, it was converted into a Buddhist temple, where gods and Buddhas were worshiped together.

The more Xiang Wanqing resisted, the greater the pressure on her from the nine-headed evil statue above her head.

She could feel Naga's anger, as if a sleeping beast was about to wake up.

If Naga really exists, as Luang Phor Prayut said, angering it will only make living things miserable.

"Long Phor Prayut, you kill innocent people indiscriminately, sacrifice to evil gods, and do many evil things. God will take care of you!" Xiang Wanqing said.

Luang Phor Prayut's thin body was holding the door frame, the sun shone on his back, and his face was buried in the darkness inside the door.

He coughed, his rickety back trembled a little, and he looked like a poor ascetic who didn't have enough to eat.

"Yes, yes, God will take care of me." Luang Phor Prayuth's voice was weak, "I know where you come from. It's so enviable! Those who climb that ladder are all the chosen ones, right? ?”

"You know my identity, why don't you let me go?" Xiang Wanqing said.

Luang Phor Prayut seemed not to hear, and just kept talking to himself: "You must have passed the catastrophe, right? It's great! It's great! I can't do it, my body is too weak... Ahem... …I can’t withstand the sky thunder…ahem…I can only use the power of Naga to help me resist. The last time…let me think about it…when was it…”

"...Ah, it's been almost a hundred years. I don't even remember. Naga helped me block the thunder calamity. Once every hundred years, my second calamity is about to come...I just didn't know that Naga could help me." I blocked it a few times..."

"...Ahem...Although I succeeded in overcoming the tribulation, my health is getting worse...Ahem...You came just in time. Your cultivation level is so high. If I refine you, After absorbing your soul, my skill will be greatly increased, so that it can match my identity of surviving two thunder tribulations... Ahem... Jiejie..."

Luang Phor Prayut coughed violently and laughed strangely.

"No need to resist, it's useless. Your magic power can last for three more days at most. Although you are beautiful, I will not show mercy to you, jie jie jie jie... You will definitely become the most moving beauty corpse here... Jiejiejiejie…”

……

He Aishan was dressed in a princess's attire, walking on a road covered with flowers. Accompanied by the young lady, she walked through the flower hall and walked into the splendid hall.

She saw a short man wearing a military uniform standing at the end of the red carpet.

He Aishan knew that this man was the devil that the young lady said, but people called him General.

There were many women standing in the hall, and He Aishan could feel the sympathy or jealousy in their eyes.

Getting closer and closer to the devil, He Aishan is very scared.

The young lady held her hand tightly, and she felt a warmth in her heart.

The young lady brought her to the devil, gave her hand to the devil, and when she turned around, she gently touched her finger and the ring on her finger, seemingly unintentionally.

He Aishan saw the tenderness and determination in the young lady's eyes, as if she was saying goodbye to her.

The general took He Aishan's hand and smiled happily.

"Congratulations, General!"

There was a sound of congratulations from below.

There are people holding cameras and taking pictures.

The general said: "Come on, take more photos. This is the granddaughter of the gambling king of Haojiang. Look how well we match. I will send the photos to the gambling king and tell him that we will be a family in the future! Hahahaha... "

The devil's laughter echoed from the dome of the hall.

He Aishan looked at the crowd and found that the young lady was gone.

……

The jungle blocked the afterglow of the setting sun, and the shadows of the big trees stretched long across the earth like devil's arms, climbing up to the distant mountains.

The girl ran in the jungle, her steps staggering due to the decaying leaves and intertwined vines.

She tripped and fell countless times, fell into the mud countless times, and her legs and arms were covered with scars, but she got up again and again without daring to stop.

This is her only chance to escape.

Although she didn't know if she could get out of the vast mountains, even though there were countless dangers hidden in the jungle, such as poisonous snakes, tigers and leopards...

But she is not afraid.

Escape was her only thought.

Even if you are bitten to death by a poisonous snake or eaten by a tiger, it is better than staying in the hands of that devil.

Far!

We are getting further and further away from the devil's lair.

The feeling of safety returns little by little.

Suddenly, her steps stopped abruptly and she looked ahead in horror.

Under the big tree, stood a monk with a brown sangka draped over his shoulders. Half of his face was covered with centipede-like scars, one of which climbed to the top of his head.

The girl suddenly fell into despair.

She knew that this was another demon beside the demon, and its name was Taiwu Dragon Monk.