The master of metaphysics became rich after going down the mountain

At dawn in the deep winter, the temple was surrounded by wind, and Mr. Wen's black coat was blown violently by the cold wind.

The soldiers silently wiped out the rioting villagers outside. Inside, Le Ning held the statue and pointed at Song Bai, whose hooves were smashed.

"Turn them back."

"Hee hee." The statue was not afraid at all, and the mouth outlined by the simple lines showed an incomparably ostentatious arc, half singing and half singing,

"Hate, fear, rotten heart, dark soul, what a wonderful taste."

The evil cries like weeping, polluting the mind like a poisonous mist.

In the temple, besides Song and others, there were also Tian Miaofang and the others who had just been untied from the rope. When they heard this voice, they all lost their minds.

Those dark, violent, sad, all negative emotions came up.

My mind was filled with overflowing negative emotions, and tears came down uncontrollably.

People with slightly lower control feel that life is so hard, what's the point of living, and they pick up the sharp wooden point on the ground and want to poke it on the neck.

Seeing this situation, Wang Xihe, who was waiting to regain his human form, stepped on his hoof, and immediately drew a suppressing evil formula learned from Le Ning and hit it.

He thought he could at least drive away the evil spirits of the god statue, but this rune that was specially designed to deal with evil spirits hit the god statue, like a mud cow entering the sea, it was useless!

Looking at the unresponsive statue, Wang Xihe rolled his eyes.

Is it because he is not good at learning?

Le Ning grabbed the statue and turned it left and right, but he was also puzzled.

Wang Xihe's Suppressing Evil Talisman clearly already had six successes, so how could it be useless?

Against Wang Xihe's suspicious eyes, the statue acted unscrupulously like a maniac,

"Hee hee, I just like the way someone looks at me with fear, the smell of fear, how wonderful..."

chap!

The statue just sang halfway, Le Ning seemed to think of something, raised the statue, and threw it to the ground.

The evil singing stopped abruptly.

The few people who were rescued also came back to their senses in an instant. Seeing the various sharp weapons in their hands, their pupils shrank, and they quickly threw them away as if they had burned their hands.

"What's going on here?"

"What happened to me just now?"

Just after being rescued, a new life and hope are in front of them. Why do they seek death?

Seeing Le Ning smash the statue with one hand, Wang Xihe was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to recover his voice.

"You... this... how can you fall?"

Le Ning quickly pinned down the black shadow that escaped from the statue, and turned his head when he heard the words,

"Why not?"

Wang Xihe was speechless when asked.

Thinking about it more carefully, it seems that there is no rule that says no.

When encountering this kind of evil spirit with a lodging object, the reason why it does not break the lodging object is that if the lodging object is broken, the evil spirit will most likely go berserk and its power will increase greatly, and secondly, if the evil spirit is really lost and wants to escape No, it's not that easy to catch.

Over time, the default practice of not being able to break boarding objects has developed.

Wang Xihe looked at Le Ning who was simply holding Xie Chong down. In the current situation, there is actually no need to worry about those two situations at all.

But the truth is the truth, but seeing that Le Ning couldn't be suppressed by magic, he just used physical suppression, and he still couldn't accept it.

This seems very unskillful, very unmysterious!

Le Ning didn't know what Wang Xihe was thinking, he only cared about solving problems.

The most complicated evil is to use the simplest method of attack.

"Ok?"

Le Ning was pressing the evil spirit that was about to escape, when Wen Xing stopped next to him and hummed in doubt, he squatted down halfway, and touched the clay sculpture fragments on the ground with his jade-like fingers, and unexpectedly pulled out a circular arc of clay sculpture.

Seeing this familiar thing, Le Ning suddenly realized, no wonder this resentment is so strong, it can turn living people into beasts.

Seeing Tao Pian, Wen Xingzhi also understood why Wang Xi and the others were recruited, but Le Ning was fine, and he was even more repelled by resentment.

This evil spirit is based on his scales, and the scales are self-deprecating. Of course, they will instinctively reject his coming. Although Le Ning was not excluded, the scales can't do anything about him.

After thinking through this point, Wen Xingzhi stood up holding on to the pottery, pointed the pottery at Wang Xihe and Song Bai, and flicked his fingers.

The pottery flakes vibrated silently like flexible gold flakes, emitting a golden light that is hard to see with the naked eye.

Straight strands of golden light fell on Wang Xihe and the three of them, their hooves began to fade and their fur faded.

After a while, the two oxen and one horse turned into figures lying on all fours.

The pottery fragments were taken back, and half of the resentment had been broken.

Le Ning waved the black shadow in his hand, and the resentment wrapped around the black shadow really began to loosen, escaping and wandering away like a soaked silk thread.

I thought that these grievances would slowly dissipate in the air, but they seemed to have a direction, crowded and dispersed.

Such a strange resentment is really rare. The two looked at each other and walked out of the temple.

On the soil field outside, people bound by silver ropes were thrown into a pile, and grievances fell from their heads.

Every time a point falls, the cause and effect of these villagers will increase. After a while, the people who were squatting silently began to scream in pain, sneeze and tremble.

Looking at the situation, Le Ning felt a wave of resentment and concentrated his attention, and found that it was not a single person, but a collection of countless resentments.

The grievances around the black shadow slowly dissipated, and gradually revealed her true face. She was a young woman in a blue floral dress, which seemed to be from the last century.

It's just that although she looks beautiful, her almond eyes are full of deep obsession and unwillingness.

Immersed in a village full of blood and resentment, a grieving ghost with a long history, no wonder the resentment will form a huge miasma of resentment based on her.

Wang Xihe came out after him, saw these people's miserable conditions and lingering resentment, then looked at the resentful ghost, and tentatively asked Le Ning,

"Mr. Le... Do you want to exorcise these people?"

Le Ning thought for a while, searched around, and found a villager who looked the kindest, knelt down, pointed to the grieving ghost behind him,

"What do you want to say to her?"

The person who was named swallowed his saliva, looked at the half-floating feet of the ghost, a little scared, thought hard, and came up with the most euphemistic words he could use,

"She...she is quite pitiful, but if we don't find a wife, what will we do if the incense burns out?"

The grieving ghost behind was originally silent, but when he heard this, his muddy and confused eyes suddenly flickered.

She lowered her head stiffly, looked at the man who was talking, her voice was hoarse and rough,

"If you don't need it, you will have lost your children and grandchildren."

The man immediately thought that there had been no children in the village for 20 years, no matter how many wives they changed, it would be useless.

"It's you! Why are you so vicious!"

Le Ning didn't want to hear the rest anymore, he got up and stood up, looking at a group of villagers who knew the truth and began to yell, his expression was indifferent,

"No, no one can save them except themselves."

With the entanglement of grievances, the villagers became more and more uncomfortable, whether they were painful or cold, or their limbs were itchy. They were very dissatisfied when they heard this.

"How can that be!"

"Okay." Wang Xihe didn't care, turned around and walked out of the village.

Le Ning would not talk nonsense with them, but turned around and left. The voices of the crowd behind them either resented, cried bitterly, or pleaded resounded through the temple.

The earth field outside the temple is the village.

It has always been said that the Department of Strange News is a half-official department, and it usually doesn't feel like it. This time, Le Ning really saw their strength.

The people who came were divided into two groups. The soldiers were armed with live ammunition and weapons in hand, and punched the fleeing villagers hard, while the two teams of medical staff in the back gently picked up the trapped people from house to house.

The two teams came and went, Le Ning unexpectedly saw Song Yuncong.

Song Yuncong, leaning on a crutch with a dragon's head, was leading a small group of people to investigate the hidden villagers. When he saw them, he nodded respectfully from a distance.

Le Ning looked around at the busy people, thought for a while, then turned his head and went down the previous tunnel. Whether it was Tian Miaofang and the others who had been trapped underground for a long time, or the dozens of corpses, they all needed to exorcise evil spirits, which was enough for him to work. up.

It was just dawn, and everyone was so busy, except Song Bai, who couldn't find anything to do.

When rescuing the trapped people, whether they are women or children, they are all in a trance under the perennial oppression. They are most afraid of stimulation and need the gentle care of female nurses.

Song Bai naturally couldn't do it.

As for arresting the fleeing villagers, those villagers are all extremely vicious, and they don't even blink a murderous eye. If it's true, it would be good if he wasn't taken as a hostage.

Not to mention exorcising evil spirits, I don't know if it's because of limited talent, after learning from Le Ning for so long, Song Bai has not learned a complete spell so far.

After turning around for a few times, Song Bai couldn't help feeling a little dazed because he couldn't find anything he could be busy with.

At this moment, he saw the person passing by on crutches from a distance, his eyes lit up, and he ran up in surprise and joy,

"Dad, why are you here! Don't tell me!"

"It's just arrived." Seeing his son, Song Yuncong patted Song Bai's head, also happy.

Following his father, Song Bai followed suit as if he had found a place to belong, "Dad, what are you doing, count me in, they won't take me with you."

Hearing this, Song Yuncong was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, stretched out his thin and wrinkled hand, patted Song Bai, then moved his hand away,

"Go and play, it's very dangerous here, pay attention to your own safety."

After leaving this sentence, Song Yuncong leaned on a cane and walked slowly into one of the mountain paths with Wang Xihe.

I heard that the air is lingering below, so they have to go and have a look.

If Song Bai could give up with just a few persuasions, then he wouldn't be him.

Seeing Uncle Wang and his father walking away, he looked around and quietly followed.

There is no way to deal with evil spirits and the like, but it is still possible for him to help those vicious villagers.

The mountain road was rugged, Wang Xihe supported Song Yuncong and walked slowly, thought about it, and tried to persuade him,

"Old Song, I think the young master is quite sincere in learning things, and he performed well this time, otherwise... why don't you teach him? The young master is happy, and there are successors to your inheritance."

Song Yun paused while leaning on crutches, and remained silent for a while, then continued walking forward while leaning on crutches again.

"No, it's fine for him to live in peace in this life. As long as he lives in peace, is kind to others, and doesn't do evil, I'm satisfied. As for becoming a talent, I don't want it."

This is to change his fate against the sky, and his fate is too deep, which is not good for him.

Although it was the expected answer, Wang Xihe couldn't help but sigh.

The two talked a few more words and walked away slowly, but Song Bai didn't hear the rest clearly.

He froze in place, recalling those few words over and over again, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know how he got back.

"Ouch."

In the village, a medical worker was hurriedly running back with first-aid medicines, when suddenly a person came out from the sideways in a daze, and almost bumped into him.

The medical staff frowned, "Come to the side, don't get in the way."

Song Bai subconsciously walked to the side to make way.

After the man left, Song Bai came back to his senses. He exhaled and looked up at the front.

In fact, it was not the first time he had heard his father say something similar, but today was especially profound.

The remote village is already crowded with people, people are coming and going, the voices are buzzing, and everyone is very busy.

For some reason, he felt like he was on an isolated island.

-

"Don't you want to accept an excess today?"

Le Ning was sitting in the van, holding a large porcelain bowl, eating the potato stew in the bowl, asking questions every day.

He asked as a routine, and the grieving ghost in the blue floral dress next to him shook his head as a routine.

Le Ning hugged the bowl and sighed. The complaining ghost used to be called Shui Mingrong, and unlike most girls in the village who were kidnapped, she was kidnapped. The mountain bandits robbed the road.

The whole family died in front of her, and she was the only one who was dragged into the village, so she was particularly resentful, and she was unwilling to accept transcendence and enter reincarnation.

After eating the last mouthful of soft potatoes, Le Ning put down the bowl.

Although it is not impossible to forcibly save her life, he privately felt that she had suffered enough before she was alive, and this time he didn't want to forcefully save her life regardless of her wishes, but just recited a little Qingxin Sutra to her every day.

"Master Le."

While talking, Tan Mingyuan knocked on the car door, "Do you have time now?"