My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

It was just last night that Xue Huan didn't have such a poor memory that he forgot overnight, and replied: "So it was you, I remember..." He paused, "Your sword is not bad."

Junan: ...

The wish of the host is not to subdue demons and goblins. After saluting the three with palms together, he turned the beads and left.

After the host walked away, Xue Huan asked straightforwardly: "What's the matter?"

Junan didn't answer.

"Isn't it because I hate that I took your blood last night?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll care about this? I'm here today for business." Jun An folded his arms around his chest, unable to hold back his face, and only half-spoken, leaving the rest as if to be guessed.

In contrast, Jun Zhi seemed more generous. She explained to Xue Huandao the purpose of the two of them coming to Mingchuan, and expressed the suspicion that lingered in her heart. "Jun'an and I both felt that Shen Zhang last night was just a scapegoat, and the real monster hiding in the dark place of Mingchuan may not have left yet."

When Xue Huan came to Mingchuan, he was alone and had no connection with any sect or clan of cultivators. He knew very little about the details of the cultivators in the rivers and lakes, and he had no intention of inquiring about it. He seemed to wake up from a big dream and turned into duckweed. That's it.

There are countless noisy voices in his heart, Xue Huan is very clear about his purpose, as if he has a destiny; he doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know how long it will take to step out of the dream before returning.

In other words, going back is actually a luxury.The so-called return means that there is a house, there are people waiting, but he is alone, the front is full of fog, the front feet are boundless, and the back feet have no way.If it is contrary to his usual normal state of carpe diem in time, it can be summed up in four words, that is-there is no hope for the future.

But the two...human ascetics in front of them might be willing to help.

Xue Huan looked at Jun'an, then at Junzhi, and said, "Which sect do you two belong to?"

Junzhi: "The family is located in Chaoqiu, and the surname is the king."

Jun... Xue Huan was in a daze for a while, his feet did not touch the world, and it was useless to ask. He only made a necessary reminder and said: "Mingchuan does have demons with extremely high morals. If you don't come here specifically to seek guilt , it's best not to inquire about it."

Jun An frowned, "So you know the details of this monster, so why didn't you tell us, we Chengxianmai clan are not honest people who can't hold a knife."

"Why, you still want to catch him back to play?"

"No way!"

Xue Huan laughed so sarcastically that Jun An felt very embarrassed, his eyes were squeezed into slits, and his cheeks turned into toads.

"Yes, yes, but I have to let you know first. This monster in Mingchuan can turn the entire Mingchuan city into a purgatory by himself. If you are unlucky, the surrounding small towns will suffer."

Jun An couldn't digest what he meant for a while, and stammered: "What, what?"

"To be clear, you and your clan, including other sects of cultivating immortals, may not be able to suppress him."

Xue Huan put his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, and explained to them: "Usually, a demon can succeed in a hundred years, a ghost can succeed in death, a monster can become sick from a spirit, and a demon can be ill in just one thought. Obsession is unpredictable, if you don’t know the basics, there is no opponent, I have nothing to do now, and I can’t go to him directly, unless I don’t want to live.”

Jun An once took ten thousand steps back and thought, at worst, it is an old demon who has lived for a hundred years. He can't beat him, his sister, and even his entire clan. It is impossible to subdue even a monster.He originally had a clear and simple thought, and his heart was on fire, but Xue Huan's words were like cold water on his head, pouring cold water on him, and sending him to die without a burial place by the way, which is really "good deal".

Jun An’s bold words and lofty ambitions last night were suddenly useless, and when he was downcast, he suddenly remembered what he saw a man in black in the small building of the Huang Mansion, and said anxiously: "By the way, I went to the Huang Mansion last night , There is a small building in the backyard, and there is a ghost formation upstairs, and then, I saw a man in black."

Jun An thought about it carefully, "I don't really know what he looks like, but his eyes seem to be purple."

Xue Huan: "Purple in black?"

"Correct."

Xue Huan looked at him incredulously, and teased, "Wow, you're so lucky."

Junan's goosebumps arose again. "What do you mean."

Jun Zhi's face was a bit ugly, "It's the monster you mentioned."

Xue Huan nodded: "I'm lucky. I just met him yesterday. He does have a pair of purple eyes. If your eyes that are not easy to use are shrewd enough, you should know that there is actually a murderous look in his eyes. Yes Well, he doesn't have to be a demon, if you have to define your personality, a demon should be more suitable."

"Murderous..." Jun An murmured.

"The monster wants to kill people anytime and anywhere. There is no reason. Maybe you just happened to meet him and blocked his eyes."

Xue Huan added later: "You are lucky."

That demon didn't kill you.

Jun An was quite frightened, recalling that he had looked at the devil last night, he imagined the scene where he was torn into pieces by him. Although he was very useless, he did not make up two The actual gap between people's spiritual law.

"However, I remember that he seems to have taken the Buddhist beads on the formation."

Xue Huan replied: "Maybe you need to practice some powerful spells."

That's right, isn't the villain doing all the scrambling, burning and killing for their own benefit?Junan thought of some words his father taught in due course: monsters are not cast aside by the world because of their fame, but their behavior is something that humans cannot do. Heart, because behind you is the common people.

With a clear head, Jun An stretched out his hand to wipe away the fear and confusion in his heart. He patted his arms, trying to shake off the goosebumps on his body, regained his energy, and changed his words tactfully, saying: "Master Xue knows so well." This devil, can you tell me a little more about him?"

Xue Huan was surprised that he suddenly became serious, and asked, "Are you going to put him at the top of the list to kill?"

Jun An thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible."

Aside from the idiot's temperament when they first met, Xue Huan felt that the boy's words put aside some self-indulgence, and looked serious. After all, the disciples taught by the big family did have a deeper belief in eliminating demons and defending the way. , A few words of intimidation does not have much deterrent effect.

Jun An looks young, and at first glance, he is not the kind of quack priest who has become cunning and greasy on the road of eliminating demons. His original intention can still be revealed in a pair of half-stupid eyes .

"His name is Yan Zhou, and the monster is unknown."

Knowing the name is just the beginning, after all, after hearing Xue Huan's words, Jun An is not sure what result he will get when he goes home and asks his father.A monster that is not bright at all, is a taboo in the Jianghu, and a body that cannot be described by three thousand ways, how to trace its source, and how to destroy its existence.

"Thank you."

After Jun An thanked him, he planned to go home with Jun Zhi first. He had made a plan. If he couldn’t find any way to ask his father, he would go to the Library Pavilion to find clues. clueless.

"Wait," Xue Huan called to stop him, "do you want to see him again?"

"Ok?"

"As far as I know, the devil Yan Zhou is a terribly idle master. If we can get him interested, he will definitely show up. Then you can try his skills yourself."

-

It is night, the moon is bright and the wind is high.

Jun An was wearing a black veil, and under Xue Huan's instigation, he took a shovel to chase Zhe Yangshou's evil deeds - he had already pried off fifteen coffin boards and opened twelve columbarium urns.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I apologize to you all. I just have to. I hope to forgive you, forgive me, forgive me." .

Xue Huan was standing on the small slope in the north looking for directions, and was so annoyed by him that he unceremoniously threw the little goodwill he had just built up during the day into the East China Sea, and said contemptuously: "Good luck. Keep your voice down, don't disturb me Listen to the wind, and if you keep talking, you will blow away all the grievances in the fake grave."

They chose a deserted tomb in Mingchuan. It is not very accurate to say that it is a tomb. In the early years, Mingchuan was extremely superstitious about ghosts and gods, especially fearing the black and white impermanence of the underworld. Suffering on the [-]th floor may be because the rich and the rich in the world are used to it, and they don’t want to suffer after death, so in order to confuse the officials in the local government, they thought of a trick. Whenever someone passed away, there would be a fake funeral two hours before the funeral. The bones of cattle and sheep, and the corpses of animals were incinerated into ashes, put into coffins and urns, and buried in the ground. They waited for the black and white impermanence to snatch away the fake souls, and then they buried the human corpses, so as to escape the chains and enter the cycle of reincarnation. Cast a good tire.

It's a pity that the people of Mingchuan are savvy in business, and their attitude towards ghosts and gods in the early days was not flattering.This kind of statement is quite pale. Firstly, there has never been a legend about black and white impermanence falling to the [-]th floor of hell. Secondly, fake funerals are meaningless. The hell is the hell, and he knows everything about every movement of ordinary people alive , Can a heavenly eye that records life and death not know the little thoughts of those choleras?

It’s just that the game played by the common people in Mingchuan is still useful. For example, the corpses of cattle, sheep, cats and dogs are full of hostility after being buried for a long time; The civilians who don’t wear warm clothes, these dolls get sick and die without money to buy a coffin, the family members will wrap a straw mat and dig the grave in the middle of the night, find an empty coffin to put the corpse in, so that the corpse’s breath will be released. up.

Combined with the unfavorable weather from time to time, the fake graves gathered a lot of evil spirits. There is no grass growing in the surrounding area for a hundred miles, and even the soil is dry, like loose sand.

Xue Huan closed his eyes, closed his five senses, and left only one sense of hearing. He mobilized his internal energy to focus on himself, and poured out the spiritual breath in all directions, and then quietly waited for the echo.

As long as there is a sound coming back to catch the ghost's voice, he can pull it out and use it to ignite the suffocation and corpse on the grave.

After digging the grave, Jun An opened all the coffin boards and held his nose, but he was choked, coughed like he was vomiting, and burst into tears.

"Are you sure that Yan Zhou will come out? Who would come here in such a stinky place? If it were me, I would never come to such a wilderness in the middle of the night. It stinks to death."

You know the art of listening to the wind, she just finished listening to No. 18 directions, turned around and said: "Use ghost voices as fire, ignite resentment, and instantly gather resentment from wandering souls with a radius of [-] miles underground. This power should not be underestimated." , just like thousands of ghosts gathering together, all able-bodied and Taoist priests can sense it."

Jun An couldn't understand what he heard. He vaguely remembered that the elders of the clan had taught them in the morning class, but he was sleepy during the day, and the knowledge taught was flying around his ears like mosquitoes, but he couldn't get into his ears.

"But it is difficult to find all the conditions. There is still such a place in Mingchuan." Junzhi began to listen to No. 19 directions.

Xue Huan closed his eyes, and followed Junzhi's words: "First of all, the boundary suitable for listening to the wind must be able to draw a gossip map, draw it with candle ash, and the candle ash will turn red when it meets the soil. However, a red candle may not be able to burn. Fire, but also to be able to receive the phalanx, but I have tried it here, and it works. The last thing is to attract ghost voices. There must be ghost voices to attract, and there must be resentment. gone."

"Wait," Xue Huan suddenly opened his eyes, "I heard you."