The old man Lang seemed to be quite out of character, and he often did some inconspicuous things such as grabbing children's snacks, stealing food, etc., but in terms of catching ghosts, he was really more expert than experts, at least Qing Huan and his colleagues He is incomparable. Seeing the old man take a deep breath, put one hand on his hip, and point the other in any direction with the other, open his mouth, and curse: "...&%￥#￥%&**%#...**!!!!!! "

Qing Huan and Second Senior Brother: "..."

What a great skill, such a great prestige... Qing Huan's knee almost broke, and she was ready to use the fuss of her master to exorcise evil spirits! What the hell is this... In the modern world, Qing Huan likes to read strange books, but she is not afraid of watching horror movies, no matter how many ghosts there are in the movie, how many more in Wangchuan River? She doesn't care about Wang Chuanhe so many ghosts, and horror movies are not as good as cartoons in her opinion.

...the author has gone too far. Having said that, she knew that there was a saying among the people that when she encountered a ghost hitting the wall, she would scold it hard, or let the man urinate, which would break the ghost hitting the wall. Originally, Qing Huan thought this method was very good. The former was suitable for women and the latter for men. I didn't expect that in Old Man Lang, both were applicable.

She also accepted it. Master scolded people every way, saying that people are afraid of ghosts. In fact, ghosts are more afraid of people, especially evil people. When a person is flustered and scared, he yells for a few minutes, and his courage is strong. As soon as this courage is strong, the three-flavored yang fire on the body can be burned, and when the yang qi is full, the ghosts naturally dare not approach. To put it bluntly, it is to be bold. The old man Lang also said that the cowardly person cannot do the line of subduing demons and subduing demons.

No wonder, Qing Huan went down the mountain before, passing by the bun shop aunt where old man Lang often squatted, and said that old man Lang would never dare to scold him no matter how messed up he was. , Although the Taoist incense is not strong, his reputation as an old man for catching ghosts is still there, but now it seems that it is probably the mouth that can look down on the world's shrew.

When the old man was mad, the second senior brother walked over silently, covered Qing Huan's ears with both hands, and lamented: "Sister Huan, don't listen, don't let the dead old man ruin you." The younger sister is the most elegant. The younger sister Wen Ya should thank the senior brother. Since childhood, she has been teaching and learning to read and write. It would be miserable if she became a shrew like old man Lang. But the second senior brother is strange. With the virtue of old man Lang, how did he teach such a fairy-like character as the senior senior brother?

The master and the apprentice stood together and said something unpleasant, like Erlang Shen and his apprentice. One is tall and handsome, the other is short and poor. Although old man Lang often boasted that he was handsome and suave when he was young, the second senior brother felt that old man Lang was bragging.

Anyway, old man Lang is bragging every day, and he is fooling around and drinking, and there is no truth in his mouth.

But such a stinky old man is their most respected master.

After a while, the old man Lang finally finished his curse, and the surrounding scene became clear in an instant. Together, the three of them had already reached the entrance of the main hall, and they just turned around and didn't go in.

"Sister Huan, what's up, isn't the master amazing?" Old man Lang ran over to offer the treasure.

Qing Huan couldn't bear to hurt the cute little old man, she nodded, ignoring her conscience: "It's amazing, it's really worthy of being a master."

what! what! The old man Lang suddenly became complacent, if he had a tail, it would be in the sky by now. He was overjoyed when he received the praise of the little disciple, and hummed a ditty with his hands behind his back and kicked the door of the main hall with one foot, as if he had entered a land of no one.

...as if it was a place where no one was born.

Qing Huan exchanged a helpless look with the second senior brother, and walked in behind the old man Lang.

As soon as I entered Qinghuan, I felt that something was wrong. This kind of wrong has nothing to do with danger, but a complete silence. Strange, really strange, it stands to reason that after a person dies, the soul is immortal. This is what the folks call the first seven and three seven. Ghosts generally stay in the world for a hundred days, and only ghosts come to entice them. During this time They all showed a state of ignorance, and most of them would not leave their corpses. But now, there is not a trace of soul smell on all the corpses.

Qing Huan is the master of Naihe Bridge. Her sensitivity to the soul is unmatched. She clearly knows that the ghosts of this world have not come to seduce the soul, and the souls of these people are indeed gone. But it would not be right to say that it was completely destroyed, because there are still stars and blue fires on their spiritual platform. That blue fire is a symbol of unenchanted souls.

There is something weird about this village.

If Mo Ze was there, or if Qing Huan was willing to count, she could immediately know the reason, but she didn't do it. She thought that in this world, she would only be the disciple of old man Lang seriously and use the skills he taught.

The three teachers and apprentices were divided into two groups to examine the bodies one by one. Old man Lang was afraid that Qing Huan would be afraid, so he asked her to follow him. He had never done this when he accepted the other four disciples. Xiao Xue'er was trapped in love and died tragically, but before her death, he was only a little loose, and his teaching was still strict, so when Qing Huan Bai joined the teacher's door, old man Lang really didn't want her Too hard. Unexpectedly, this youngest apprentice is the one with the highest talent. He used to be too harsh on Xiao Xue'er, but now he is particularly doting on Qing Huan. If it were before, he would have pushed the apprentice out and let them go on their own.

Can't they finish this little thing? It's just that the old man Lang thought that Qing Huan would have to face these things in the future, so he wanted to take her out of the apprenticeship. The only one in the world who was out of the master was standing in front of him, and it was estimated that Qing Huan was the only one.

He treats Qinghuan well, can Qinghuan not feel it? She was grateful and cherished, and at the same time thought of old man Lang wholeheartedly.

Some of the corpses in Yizhuang have already begun to rot, but there are also several new corpses, and their focus is on the new corpses. The strange thing is that these new corpses are obviously half-sized men, but the whole body has shrunk greatly, and the skin is wrinkled and dry, and it is empty.

"Master, are they...they've been sucked out of their essence?" Qing Huan reached out and gently pressed the next corpse's forehead, without the slightest hint of fear.

Old man Lang was afraid that she would be frightened, so he kept paying attention to her expression. Only now did he dare to be sure that she was really not afraid, and even enjoyed it. He was relieved, and felt that he was useless as a master. Anyway, let him Playing with prestige, stinky, bad girl

At this moment, Qing Huan felt that something was wrong in the dark, and hurriedly pushed the old man away, and at the same time shouted: "Master, be careful!"

A huge body rushed over. Qing Huan only had a lantern in her hand, but she was slender and extremely flexible. Although the figure was large, it was very cumbersome, and her movements were mechanically rigid. At first glance, she looked like a walking corpse. Qing Huan slid across his legs with ease, propped up with one hand, and stood beside Old Man Lang.

The old man Lang and the second senior were so frightened that their souls were almost gone. If something happened to Qing Huan, they would definitely apologize for it!

"Master, it's a walking corpse." Qing Huan said calmly, "Copy the guy."

They were fully prepared. Qing Huan's weapon was a water and fire umbrella, which was made for her by the second senior brother. In addition to being good at kung fu, the second senior brother is especially good at making some delicate things. , Steel-boned iron leaves, invulnerable, can be said to be an excellent self-defense tool. The second senior brother took a different approach. There were a lot of steel needles on the water and fire umbrella. He knew that his daughter's family loved beauty, and the water and fire umbrellas were originally a single color. These needles are used, and they can be used as weapons whether they are opened or closed, but they are very elegant. The handle of the umbrella is also carefully designed to match Qinghuan's hand, body shape and height. In other words, if this umbrella is placed in someone else's hand, it is an ordinary self-defense umbrella, but when it is in Qinghuan's hand, it will not only Self-defense, and can be used as a weapon.

When Qing Huan received this gift, her tears were about to fall. The idea was from the senior brother, the material was found by the master and the third senior brother, and then the second senior brother made the water and fire umbrella. She couldn't describe the emotion in her heart.

The water and fire umbrella also has a mezzanine, and inside it is the yellow talisman prepared by Qing Huan. Basically, even if this umbrella is lost in the ghost's nest, no ghost will dare to touch it.

"Sister Huan, there's more than one, be careful." Old Man Lang's expression suddenly became serious.

Qing Huan also heard the change. These walking corpses didn't breathe or heartbeat, and they surrounded them in all directions, under the moonlight, Qing Huan counted them, there must be seven or eight. They all looked dull and indifferent, but they shot viciously and wanted to bite them, especially her and the master, but they didn't say much to the second senior brother.

The second senior brother also noticed this. The three master and apprentice exchanged glances. The second senior brother pretended to be knocked unconscious. A walking corpse carried him to his shoulders and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Then Qing Huan and old man Lang quickly The remaining few were stunned.

These things are extremely terrifying to ordinary people, but to Old Man Lang and Qing Huan, they are not as terrifying as a wasp.

Because Huang Fu couldn't hold back the wasp.

Strange to say, the walking corpse that was restrained by the yellow talisman soon began to shrink, and finally became the size of other corpses on the bed. Qing Huan tried to lift a yellow talisman - they didn't move anymore.

"People are already dead." Old Man Lang frowned. "I don't know what it is, I controlled them, and now the talisman restrains them, it becomes their real appearance."

"Master..." Qing Huan shouted. "These people have no hair, are they wearing cassocks?"

The moonlight was too pale, and the lantern went out during the fight. Old Man Lang twisted the arsonist and burned it, and it was true. His old face twisted: "This is the group of bald donkeys in the temple!"

"Why are you all dead?" Qing Huan wondered. "They came to Yizhuang to catch ghosts together. With so many monks, even if they only recite sutras, the ghosts can't stand it. Why are they all dead?"

The old man Lang stretched out his hand and sneered: "What kind of bullshit monks are these monks, the fucking precepts are broken, it's useless to chant scriptures until death!"

He usually doesn't get used to the behavior of the bald donkeys in the temple to be kidnapped. They came during the day. They wanted to pretend to deceive some money, because the Yizhuang in the daytime is normal, but who knows that after they come in, they will also be in the middle of the day. People are starting to die.

Qing Huan glanced at the master and tried it on their spiritual platform with one hand. Sure enough, she couldn't feel any soul fluctuations. "Even if they are liars, Master will save them."

Old man Lang suffocated and snorted. Whispered: "Who called me a Taoist..."

Qing laughed. "Let's go, Master, let's go after the second senior brother, I just cast a spell on him, we can keep up now."