The Devil is My White Moonlight

The beard slowly moved towards the white light.

The light didn't come from the ground, but floated on the ground in vain.The intricate patterns and characters formed a large circle with a diameter of about nine feet. Those patterns and characters seemed to be alive, twisting, fluttering, slowly turning in one direction, and shining brightly.The bearded man was a little dazed, but he didn't look back, and beckoned Mr. Wang to come over.

"It's the magic circle." Mr. Wang's voice was a little hoarse, and he walked slowly to the bearded side, and lowered his head to study the words.The bearded man felt dizzy, and quietly reached out to the magic circle, wanting to touch it.Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached out, his wrist was grabbed by a powerful hand.

"You..." The bearded man looked up, and there was no such thing as Mr. Wang. The one who grabbed him was a stranger he had never seen before.Who is it, why did they come in so quietly?

The stranger had a stern face, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were cold.He stood there like an iron pillar, upright and neat, not even a single hair was messed up.

There was a chill in Hu Hu's heart, just as he was about to ask a question, the other party had already slapped his neck with a palm.The bearded man rolled his eyes and passed out.

Behind the stranger, Mr. Wang had already passed out on the ground.

The stranger threw his beard on the ground and dragged Mr. Wang over, taking care not to let them touch the magic circle.Then he raised his head and asked coldly, "Are you alright?"

"Okay, okay!" It was Zhang Jinjin who answered.

At this time, Zhang Jinjin didn't have the cowardly look just now, his body was straight, and he looked like a handsome young man.It's just that this noble young man dragged a man over like a cloth bag, grabbing a man's belt in his hand, it was the second master who wielded a knife.

"Meow~" The copper coin came out from nowhere, sitting next to the circle of patterns and words, curiously watching the changing light and shadow on the ground.

"Mulin, look at it," Zhang Jinjin said, "the time has not come yet."

"I know!" The young man named Mu Lin bent down, picked up the copper coin in one hand, and let it nestle in his arms.Turning around by himself, he took out another package from the Qiankun bag, which turned out to be some jewels and jade, and stuffed it into Mr. Wang's sleeve pocket.He raised his eyes to look at Zhang Jinjin. "Where did you get these people?"

Zhang Jinjin dragged the second master to the nearest place and put it down, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands carefully. "It's from the Pure Land Gang. Tsk tsk, I haven't showered for a few days, and my whole body smells sour." After wiping his left hand, he wiped his right hand again: "I passed by last month, and by the way, I made some noise about them, so I just followed. Money can make ghosts turn the millstone, so it’s possible that I have to do things like digging the ground myself?”

Mu Lin secretly rolled his eyes, watched him take out a Qiankun bag from his sleeve, reached out and took out a small wooden box, a copper gourd incense holder, inserted a stick of incense into it, took out a fire pocket, and put these Scattered things are placed next to the magic circle.

After Zhang Jinjin finished all this, he came forward and patted the kitten on the head, and said softly: "Good money, I'll rely on you in a while!"

The little cat narrowed its eyes, and meowed softly as if it understood.

The two of them and the cat quietly looked at the magic circle on the ground.

Moyun Mountain, Tiankui Peak.

Su Yanjun is on duty today, standing in front of the head room with another disciple to protect the Dharma.Since Master Zheng was injured in the battle 50 years ago, he has to retreat for one night on the fifteenth of every month, and his disciples take turns to protect the Dharma.After a while, I saw senior brother Zheng Yude coming with a night's soup.Su Yanjun saluted, Senior Brother Zheng nodded to them, opened the door and entered the room.

The furnishings in the room are simple, the tables, chairs and beds are of ordinary style, a sword called "Jishi" is hung on the wall, and on the small table under the sword, there are six spirit-exploring stones, which are glowing slightly white.

Zheng Ganran, the head of Moyun Mountain with a clean and fair eyebrow, was sitting cross-legged on the futon. Seeing Zheng Yude coming in, he took out a pill from his bosom bag, and swallowed it with the soup.After taking the medicine, my body trembled.

Seeing this, Zheng Yude asked worriedly, "Uncle, how are you doing today?"

"It's okay." Zheng Ganran closed his eyes, "It's been 50 years, and I'm used to it. It's just... there are not many pills, so I don't know if they can be delivered in time this year."

"Then... do you want the disciple to temporarily refine a few pills?"

Zheng Heran hesitated for a moment: "There's no rush, I can last for two months. If it doesn't work, let's talk about it."

Zheng Yu nodded and sat down next to protect the head of the sect.

In Zishi, yin and yang alternate.

The spirit-exploring stone on the small table gradually lost its light.

In the cave, the circulating magic circle also went out at the same time.

Just when the magic circle was completely extinguished, Mu Lin lit the incense stick and said to Zhang Jinjin, "Remember, there is only one stick of incense time!"

Zhang Jinjin nodded, turned around and jumped into the magic circle.He put his hands on the ground, and a spiritual energy penetrated into the ground with his palms.Under the soil layer, a black gold sky dragon lock tightly protects the things below.

The Xuanjin Tianlong lock is said to be made by the Taoist ancestor of Lingshan, without a key.The inner structure of the lock is like a labyrinth, and only the owner of the lock who knows the structure of the labyrinth clearly can open the lock after injecting spiritual power through the labyrinth to reach the exit.There are only three of these locks left in the world.It is well known to the world that one is used in the medicine room of the Fairy Island in the East China Sea. It is said that there are ten thousand kinds of elixir hidden in it, ranging from improving one's morality to charming people's hearts. It has been coveted by the world but no one can break it; In the hands of the demons, the secret room of the demon palace was locked.Unexpectedly, the third one was in this dilapidated and shabby Fumo Tower.

Zhang Jin's forehead was slightly sweating, and the released spiritual power carefully walked around the Xuanjin Tianlong lock, raised his eyes and shouted: "Copper coins!"

The kitten jumped down and came to him in an instant. It had grown several times, and was the same height as Zhang Jinjin who was squatting.

Mu Lin stood in front of the magic circle, picked up the small wooden box in his hand, and stared at a person and a cat.

Zhang Jinjin closed his eyes slightly, and when the copper coin probe touched him, a warm current flowed from the cat's body into his body, and the structure of the Xuanjin Tianlong lock suddenly became clear.

The spiritual power of one person and one cat merged into one, shuttled through the lock, sometimes probing, sometimes going straight, bypassing all the traps and reaching the exit.

"Click," with a soft sound, the Xuanjin Nine Dragon Lock was divided into four pieces, which slowly rotated and opened outwards, and a hole appeared in the middle.The copper coin meowed and lowered its claws.

Just like it took out a purse from Miss Wu's arms, without any trace of the soil layer, it pulled up with its claws, and took out a small box from the hole.

Mu Lin stepped forward, took the box with his left hand, weighed it, and put the box he was holding in his hand on his right hand, as if his whole body had become a large scale.The middleman closed his eyes for a while, and the box on his right hand slowly changed. No matter the color, pattern, or work style, it became exactly the same as the one taken out of the ground, and even the weight was the same.

Mu Lin put the box he had forged next to the copper claw, walked outside the range of the magic circle, and put the box taken out from the ground into the Qiankun bag.At this time, most of the incense sticks have been burned.

"Quick, the time is almost up!" He turned his head to remind.

The copper coin gently pressed its claws on the box, and the small box passed through the ground bit by bit and fell into the black gold Kowloon lock.Zhang Jinjin carefully withdrew his spiritual power. At this time, the incense sticks had almost burned out, and the patterns and characters of the magic circle were slowly emerging.

"come out!"

Holding the copper coin, Zhang Jinjin rolled out of the magic circle.The copper coin has long since returned to the size of a kitten and slipped into his sleeve.

Zhang Jinjin staggered a bit before standing still.I have been squatting just now, and my spirit is extremely tense, and my feet are numb.

Mu Lin had packed up everything, and the two of them helped up the three tomb robbers from the Pure Land Gang, and pushed them on the magic circle that had been restored to light. They heard a bang, and the three of them were immediately ejected far away by the magic circle. Bleeding, it seems that he is dead.

Mu Lin pulled Zhang Jinjin up and rushed to the depths of the cave.There is a crack in the mountain that can only accommodate one person.The two quickly climbed into the crack, and climbed along the curved cave wall until it took two sticks of incense before reaching a flat ground.

There is a coffin on the ground.

The inner and outer coffins had already been opened, the coffin inside was also open, the coffin lid was thrown aside, and the funerary objects were turned over in a mess.

Mu Lin didn't even look at the coffin, he pulled Zhang Jinjin past him, and ran around the coffin to the southwest corner of the tomb, where a robbery hole meandered out of the tomb.

"Have you dealt with the Fumo Pagoda?" Zhang Jinjin asked pantingly as he crawled into the robbery cave.

"It's done." The narrow robbery cave is very difficult to climb, and Mu Lin is also a little panting, "The wall of the tower has been repaired, and the traces in the mountain path have been cleaned up. But why is it so troublesome? Just take the things away Can't you? Anyway, it can't be seen that anyone has been here."

"Let's be more cautious," Zhang Jinjin had already reached the entrance of the cave, turned around and pulled Mu Lin back, "It's impossible for us to be safe. That person is not an ordinary person. If he sends someone to investigate," Mr. Zhang continued With a peachy look on his face, he smiled lightly and said, "It's more reassuring to find out something than to be seamless."

Mu Lin stood up and looked up at the disheveled nobleman with complicated eyes.

"Come on, look at me like this, I'm handsome and unrestrained, so you should have a different occasion when you fall in love at first sight." Zhang Jinjin still considered himself a romantic man with a pile of dirt and grass clippings on his head.

"..." The feeling just now dissipated, and Mu Lin returned to his previous cold appearance. "Hurry up and go back, business is important, don't make a fuss here!"

"Hey, what are you talking about! Didn't you see my son, I showed my power just now? I want to write my heroic deeds into a poem and let the world sing it!"

Mullin: "..."

It's better to grab it directly.

Moyun Mountain, head room.

Zheng Ganran has settled down.Zheng Yu had to sit under him, watching him quietly.Zheng Ganran was his uncle, and he was sent to Moyun Mountain by his tribe since he was a child, and worshiped under his uncle's door.Uncle doesn't trust others, and when he first went up the mountain, he didn't have any more affection for him as a blood relative.But after spending a long time on the mountain, in addition to working hard to be outstanding among the disciples of Tiankui Peak, I also helped my uncle with some things, so I gained some trust.

Every year on the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, my uncle had to retreat for one night, and he had no magic power during the incense burning time starting from Zishi.It is said that this was caused by injuries during the battle against Mo Yuan.The situation back then was worse than this, with multiple episodes a year, each time losing mana for several hours.After so many years of recuperation, it was barely suppressed to once a year.

Maybe after some time, this problem can be cured.However, being able to be close to his uncle to protect the law at this moment, does it mean that he has gained his uncle's trust?

Thinking about his mind, Zheng Yu got a little distracted.Suddenly, a light flashed from the corner of his eye.He turned his head and saw that the smallest of the six spirit-seeking stones was flickering.

These few spirit-exploring stones are connected with Zheng Qiran's spiritual power.They were also plunged into darkness during the time when the incense burned just now.After a stick of incense, it slowly lit up again.But this kind of flickering has never been seen before.That small one should be...

"Not good, someone touched the magic circle of Fumo Tower."

Zheng Yu had to get up and go out, and said to Su Yanjun in front of the door: "Junior brother, you go in and guard for a while, master, I have something to go out to do."

Su Yanjun was a bit puzzled, but he was always obedient, and when he saw his brother's order, he nodded and walked into the head room.Zheng Yude hastily descended the mountain and left with his sword.

When Zheng Yude set off with Yujian, Zhang Jinjin and Mu Lin had already climbed over the wall and entered the inn without a sound.

Mu Lin stopped outside the door, and there was a trace of worry in his cold eyes: "Do it tonight? Don't you take a break?"

"When did I get tired?" Mr. Zhang stroked his hair, but grabbed a piece of dead grass and threw it away.If you are hesitant, let’s take a bath first. Isn’t the ancient practice of bathing and incense?

Looking up and seeing Mu Lin's cold eyes, Zhang Jinjin felt that he must be filthy, otherwise why did Mu Lin dislike him so much?But his gaze has always been like this... Forget it, forget it, don't care about him.

After hastily freshening up, Zhang Jinjin took out today's spoils.

It was an ordinary-looking box.Body in rosewood with brass edging.Probably because he thought the black gold nine-dragon lock on the outside was safe enough. This small box didn't have a lock, and it could be opened by flipping the hasp.

Zhang Jinjin opened the box carefully, and there was nothing valuable inside. Inside a roll of rags was a handful of ashes, ashes.

Zhang Jinjin stared at the ashes for a while.After a while, he came back to his senses and took out a porcelain plate from the Qiankun bag.The porcelain plate is shaped like a lotus flower, with a slightly higher flower center.Zhang Jinjin carefully put the porcelain plate on the bed and poured the ashes on the lotus petals.Precious and precious, he took out a small lamp.

It was a soul lamp.

The light was weak, as if one breath could put him out, but it kept flickering and refused to go out.

Zhang Jinjin put the soul lamp on the heart of the lotus, took out a small knife, cut his finger, dripped a drop of blood on the soul lamp, and began to chant an unknown mantra softly.

A breeze picked up in the small room.

As if the wind blowing from hell, it was icy cold, and the wooden furniture was covered with a layer of ice in an instant.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, swirling wildly in the house.A wisp of black smoke slowly appeared and gradually gathered with the wind.

The copper coin sat upright on the ground, with two big eyes turning around following the black smoke.Suddenly, the gust of wind stopped suddenly, and a figure was reflected in the jewel-like pupils of the copper coin.

At the same time, in the grotto of Tianji Peak in Moyun Mountain, the jade bottle in front of the elder Mo Zhiqi suddenly shone brightly!