Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

It had already passed the third watch, and the noise of insects outside the inn became more and more noisy.

Yan Xinglie withered and sat at the table, staring at the blue flame of the wick in a daze.

At this moment, he has already let go of the heroic and calmness of the day, revealing the haggard and miserable under the mask and such a trace of...relief?

Three days have passed. In the past three days, he did not hurry to continue heading east, instead he went round and round to this small town near the north.

On the way, the scholar had already left because of urgent matters, and only Taoist priests accompanied him in silence.

He knew that the Taoist priest must have seen something, but Li Changan didn't ask, and he didn't want to take the initiative to mention it. The huge despair had already shattered something in his heart.

For three days, every night he was like now, sitting all night, with only one word in his mind.

"joke."

Is not it? This decade is not just a joke!

Refining the sword, the sword can't make it.

Relying on the court, the court called for peace.

Even this useless bravery was defeated by the illness.

Presumably the family members and robes under Jiuyou were laughing at his cowardice and incompetence.

"Crack."

The explosion of lanterns brought back his thoughts.

Time is almost up.

He got up, took out a letter from his arms and put it on the table, and secured it with a sword box.

Quietly pushed the door out.

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With the waning moon hanging high, Yan Xinglie carried the lamp and stood alone in the middle of the street.

In the long street, the sound of insects cried one after another. Or, "Qua" accompanied by flapping wings, it was a passing crow; "Meow" accompanied by hehesuo, it was a cat and mouse chasing. Incorporating sporadic human speech and dog barking, it can be called a "lively" sound.

I do not know how long it has been.

Suddenly, the last remaining "lively" disappeared, and in the dim and dim light, a little mist wrapped around his trousers.

He raised his head, and a team of honor guards appeared silently on the originally empty long street.

The luxurious Luangyu in the middle, the long banners with long banners, the guarding warriors, the knights who clear the way, the actor who preached...and the white cloak, covering the figure and face, holding a white candle lamp in his hand, and lined up with a long line. The queue, the servants winding all the way into the depths of the thick fog.

Yan Xinglie was not surprised at all, only fell down and bowed his head.

"Yan Xinglie, a native of Pinglu, knocked on Mr. Taishan."

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This is the last way Yan Xinglie can think of.

Imitate the story of Pingye City God, stop the injustice, and trade one life for another.

The reward that Yan Xinglie received from the judge last time was something similar to a certificate of honor. Although it was useless, it could also be convenient for ghosts and gods. He was tossed all the way in the past few days, actually visiting various Chenghuang Temples with this object and asking about the whereabouts of Taishan Mansion.

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"Did you figure it out clearly?"

The judge who looked like Shuzuo conveyed the inquiry on behalf of the god.

Yan Xinglie nodded and bowed again.

The judge took out a volume and flipped through it.

"Yan Xinglie is loyal and brave. He has many good deeds. Although his life will end in this life, he will have blessings in the next life. If he avenges his life, the blessings will be wiped out, and he will have to spend hundreds of years in ceremonial service."

When he speaks again, it seems to be discouraging.

"Did you figure it out clearly?"

Yan Xinglie made firm decisions without hesitation.

"I only wish revenge, even if you fall into the Nether forever, you will not hesitate!"

"good."

The mist surged, and the man behind the curtains on Luangyu finally spoke.

"Where is the palm of life and death?"

"The minister is here."

A judge came out more and more.

"Yan Xinglie's words are true?"

"true."

"Where is the Secretary of Finance?"

"The minister is there?"

Another judge came out holding the wat board.

"Are there any vacancies?"

"The five-hundred-year service period of the Lantern Holder in Jiashen 293 is about to expire; the rope to tie the curtain in the library still lacks a spare pair."

"Where is the Palm Destruction Division?"

"here."

An Ang Zang great man came out loudly.

"Quickly take the sinner Li Kuiqi's back muscles and fill them in the library."

"like!"

The big man resolutely nodded a team of knights, turned and took the lead and headed north, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Where is the Painful Chusi?"

The judge who looked like a scribe replied respectfully.

"The minister is here."

"Shi Jiashen No. 293 Lantern Holder." The man's voice was indifferent and ruthless. "Ping Lu Ren Yan Xinglie will replace it."

"The minister follows the decree."

The judge of the painful palm turned around from the end of the team, leading a lantern-bearer to the bearded man. Strangely speaking, the lantern-bearer got close, and he could see his old hands and gray beard, but as soon as he took off his cloak, there was nothing underneath, but the ghost was nowhere to be seen.

Yan Xinglie's heart jumped, and he probably understood what the judge meant by "killing". But he didn't hesitate at all, picked up the cloak of the lantern-bearer, put it on his body calmly, and followed the judge to the team.

Every step closer to the team, the bearded's heart understands a little more: From now on there is no Yan Xinglie.

At the last step of joining the team, he paused slightly and raised his head, but he saw the Taoist priest leaning on the waning moon and waving goodbye on the foggy roof on the side of the street.

The bearded solemnly returned a gift, then turned around and stepped into the lamp holder.

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"Crunch."

The door closed by Yan Xinglie was pushed open again.

After seeing off the bearded Li Changan, he lit the oil lamp and picked up the letter under the sword box.

This "suicide note" is not long, just a few crosses, as short as a beard's determination.

But Li Changan looked very slowly.

It took a long time for Li Changan to put down this short message and was silent.

For Yan Xinglie's choice, he couldn't more than set his beak. Even though he knew the experience of Beard and understood his despair, he couldn't completely empathize with him.

All he could do was a light sigh, not much heavier than the explosion of the lantern in the lamp.

Are you feeling heavy?

There are some.

But the many sorrows in this world have become more and more numb.

In the ups and downs of the troubled times, whose destiny is not like the dew and impermanence?

At least the beard is asking for benevolence and benevolence.

However, with Yan Xinglie's death, this unexpected journey of the Taoist priest came to an end, and it was time for him to embark on the road to find the corpse Buddha. But before that, Yan Xinglie left three things for him to solve.

One is Yan Xinglie's Zhenfusi waist card.

The letter entrusted the Taoist priest to pass it on to the government to inform him of his death.

The second is the essence of the sword embryo in the box and the refining of a roll. Beard gifted it to Li Changan to reward him for his help, and hoped that the Taoist priest would take over his unfinished business and refine it successfully.

As for the third... Taoist turned his head and looked at the white lotus sage with his eyes closed in the corner of the room.

Yan Xinglie didn't force it, and only wrote one sentence: "Kill or let go, the Taoist leader decides himself."

Ugh.

Hot potato.

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Yuzhou, Thousand Buddha Temple.

Today’s Huamo Cave is a rare excitement. The ropeway that used to be only foggy is now full of fat-eared monks, carrying large and small objects in an endless stream, humming and squeezing the iron cable.

The host, Wei Na, Dian Zuo, Jian Temple... all the monks in the temple gathered at the entrance of the cave, all of them frowning.

An envoy came from the court last night and brought a series of news.

First, the Zhen Fusi caught the saint of the White Lotus Sect, and named the Taoist surname to fill in the demon cave.

It was the white lotus saint who was actually the daughter of Pinglu Li Kuiqi, and this Li Kuiqi surrendered to the father-in-law of Yu and became the most popular person in front of the "Emperor Li".

Right now, whether to kill or let go, the DPRK and China are still arguing.

The local officials were also awake, took a compromise method, and pushed them all to the Thousand Buddha Temple, so that the monks let the white lotus sage stay in the demon cave for the time being. They could not let go, but had to live and wait.

Straight thief! Danghua Demon Cave is a kiln on the street? Enter if you want? Think it out?

The great monk took the scene on the spot.

Really think I am a vegetarian at Thousand Buddha Temple? Optimistic! Custody makes the white lotus saint... live comfortably and feel at home.

No way.

I can't afford to offend any side, so I have to toss myself.

So the great monks personally came to supervise the work early this morning.

First choose a single room outside that is easy to clean.

The dampness in the cave is heavy, so put on a charcoal stove; when the peculiar smell is strong, it will smoke with sandalwood; when the ground is cold, put a blanket on it.

Adding embroidered beds, soft collapses, screens, coffee tables... and decorated with paintings, calligraphy, Luo Qi, beads and jade, flowers and plants... In the end, a prison for suppressing demons is even more elegant and comfortable than the fragrant boudoir of the noble lady of Zhumen. .

By the way, the three-shen temple inside cannot be ambiguous.

Somebody from the imperial court will come down for inspection.

Sasau is second. The most important thing is that the golden body of the ancestors who accompany us should wear a Vairocana hat, a brocade robe, and a cluster of flowers, not to weaken my Buddhism.

But if the Dharma body has faded, it is inevitable that there will be insufficient practice, lack of nose and eyes, then it will be offended. Please move your seat, move to the dark corner of the corner, and let the good looking person sit in the middle.

"Have you heard?"

Two novice monks were grinding foreign workers in the corner with their golden bodies.

"What's wrong?"

"There is a rumor from the mountain that there is a monk-like monster who specializes in sucking blood and plucking people's heads during the night."

"Monk? Blood sucking? Oh, these gangsters!"

"No, I actually said that the wooden fish in the temple were made of human heads..."

At this time, a blast of cold wind squeezed into the cracks all over the grotto, as if the voice of a woman crying echoed in the cave.

The novice shivered.

"Hey...Where do you think those heads are?"

"Follow him." The other novice monk didn't care at all, and said with a grin. "I won't be here..."

The candlelight in the corner was dim, and he was just talking, not careful about his feet. I accidentally knocked over something, and an object rolled to my feet.

While talking, he looked down.

A skull covered with dry gray epidermis and yellow fat, the lower jaw fell off, as if grinning, and a white maggot emerged from the hole of the black hole.

"...Hua Demon Cave."