"You are playing tricks on me!!!"

A rumbling sound of rock-breaking sounded from Liu Muqing's head. The towering stone statue in front of him suddenly bent down, broke through the thick clouds and looked down at him. His burning eyes hit him like two divine lights, making him unable to move at all.

Although he knew that this was a dream and all of this was an illusion, Liu Muqing still couldn't help but feel a little scared. This feeling was like watching a 3D horror movie. Although he knew that it was fake, he couldn't help but not be afraid.

The stone broke through the clouds and looked down at the tiny Liu Muqing, who looked like an ant. It was no longer majestic and shocking, but with a hint of hideousness and gloom. Liu Muqing subconsciously retreated and said, "Why... I'm going to fool you? What I'm telling the truth. Although my Liu family is rich, it's not a rich prince. At best, it's just a small landlord. Three temples are already the limit!"

The stone statue's eyes swept across Liu Muqing's body like a magic lamp, as if looking at whether the other party was lying again. After a long time, he slowly stood up again and said with majesty: "You don't dare to lie to me. Since that's the case, I'll spare you once. This is a martial art. After you practice it, you can save money for me and build a temple!"

A pink light suddenly fell from the sky and landed on Liu Muqing's head. The light flashed and then disappeared into his mind. Suddenly, an obscure mantra that was difficult to understand echoed in his mind, which made him remember everything in an instant.

"The martial arts have been given, you must build a temple for me as soon as possible!" The golden light hidden, and the land god was actually ready to leave.

At this moment, Liu Muqing suddenly opened her eyes, with a strong smile on her face, looked up at the sky, and shouted with disdain: "Little kid, I'm coming to my dream, it's probably not that easy to leave, wow, let me change it!"

Suddenly, the scenery around him changed drastically. An ancient temple suddenly appeared in front of Liu Muqing. There were three big characters written on the ancient temple: Shaolin Temple. The surroundings had changed drastically, and even the obscure and gray sky turned blue like washing.

"You...you...how could you..." A thunderous voice suddenly sounded from the sky, but it seemed a little sharp. The God of Land seemed to be surprised by everything around him, and at this moment a strong Zen sound and sandalwood floated towards him.

"Crack!"

A huge crack suddenly cracked from the heart of the stone statue and continued to penetrate to the feet, as if it was split open by someone with a peerless magic weapon.

"Come out for me, the Eighteen Arhat Formation, the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Finally, I would like to invite the eldest son, the Buddha Tathagata!!"

Liu Muqing's pretty face kept thinking about something, and it looked like a person with long-term constipation was struggling to "fight". At this time, he was trying to recall the Buddha statues he had seen when he was traveling to Shaolin Temple. Although the people here may not believe in the Buddha on Earth, they can only treat dead horses as living horses.

Infinite light shone out, further aggravating the shattering of the huge stone statue. With a rumbling sound, the stone statue as high as the sky completely cracked and disappeared without a trace. In the air, a white shadow appeared in a flash, but it was a child of beads. At this moment, he looked panicked. Looking at the Arhat who was constantly oppressing, the Buddha screamed and fled to the sky like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Young Master, Master, wake up quickly, wake up quickly, don't scare Chunmei, wake up quickly!" Chunmei's eyes were filled with tears, and she kept pushing Liu Muqing, hoping to wake him up. However, no matter how hard she tried, Liu Muqing had never woken up, her eyes were closed, and there was a faint smile between her lips, which made people feel particularly worried.

"Young Master, you're accused of evil!"

"This is a ghost. Haven't you heard that child say that? He saw a white shadow on the young master's body!"

"Oh, what should I do?"

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Just when everyone was helpless, Gou Sheng, who was sitting on the other side of Liu Muqing, suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted in horror: "That ghost is coming out!"

"Wow!"

The people around them seemed to have encountered some beast, and they suddenly scattered, and they looked so funny in panic.

"Little kid, where can I run!"

Just as everyone was frightened, a voice suddenly sounded. Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was Liu Muqing. He had woken up at some point, and he was holding a willow whip in his left hand and a bamboo tube of chopsticks in his right hand, which was as majestic as a hero who could eliminate demons and defend the way.

A gust of cold wind blew, and just under the eyes of everyone, a small white figure gradually condensed. He was about the same height as Gou Zuo, but his face was vicious, and his pale skin made people feel a little palpitations.

"You dare to blaspheme this god. I want to teach you a lesson!" The little ghost suddenly floated up, his body as if it was not weighted, and the gust of wind around further highlighted his gloomy terror.

"Bang!"

A blue shadow suddenly came like a dragon, but unexpectedly hit the little ghost's back, as if the rising hot air balloon was suddenly devoured, and the little ghost fell to the ground again.

"Hey, this really works. It seems that Uncle Lin Zhengying has two tricks. I'll try this black blood again!"

Liu Muqing was in high spirits, and opened the plug of the bamboo tube and walked towards the little ghost. The strong smell of blood just reached the tip of the little ghost's nose, when he saw the other party suddenly scream, his figure flashed and he quickly retreated.

"Black dog blood!! You... how could you have... these things, and this willow whip made of a hundred-year-old willow tree. How could you have these things!!" The pale little ghost looked at Liu Muqing with horror, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Liu Muqing didn't care about the other party's resentful gaze, raised the two things in her hand, and said arrogantly: "This is what my master taught me. I will tell you that he is a Taoist priest of Maoshan, a generation of ghost-exorcist zombie king. If you know the appearance, don't move, otherwise you will feel better!"

The little ghost's face was gloomy and clear, sometimes blue and sometimes white. Unexpectedly, his heart was moved and his thoughts would end up with such bitter fruit. He was very unwilling to accept it, but looking at the two things in Liu Muqing's hand, he had to surrender.

"What do you want?"

"Give me the whole scripture you just told me, and I will let you go, and I can also promise to build a temple for you. I know that you just want to use the power of sentient beings to cleanse your own yin energy. As long as you promise me not to do anything bad, I can pretend that I have not seen anything!" Liu Muqing said with an unfathomable look.

The little ghost couldn't help but be shocked, and screamed in dismay like a mouse with a trampled tail, "How do you know?"

Liu Muqing did not answer, looking arrogant, but she was already happy in her heart and said in her heart: The fairy tale literature on the earth is also something you, a little devil, can be called a "bookworm" at least, and you are more than enough to miss you.

After some negotiations, both of them achieved their goals and became happy. The little devil looked at the people around him, frowned, and suddenly flew up, turning into a white light and pounced on these people. Whenever he fell on one person, one of them fell to the ground. But in a moment, all of them fell to the ground except Liu Muqing.

Liu Muqing couldn't help but be shocked, but nodded slightly on her face: "Well, these things really cannot be known to too many people. Even if you don't take action, I will take action to eliminate their memories!"
Chapter completed!