Let’s talk about the rat spirits searching around and they didn’t return without success until dawn.

At this time, Mo Ziming had already accompanied the master and disciple of Caolu Juju to the Caolu Residence.

"Master, sit down and rest for a while."

Seeing that the master's face was not good, Xiaohui became more sensible. He helped his master sit down and ran to make a pot of tea.

"Uncle Jiu, what's going on with that Fusang Ghost King?"

Mo Ziming couldn't help asking.

"Oh~"

The lay Buddhists of Caolu couldn't help but sighed.

I was silent for a while before I talked about that old thing...

"That guy was originally a Fusang samurai, leading a group of subordinates to the Central Plains to plunder the people.

That guy was very cruel, and he could be said to be blood flowing everywhere, leaving no chickens and dogs.

In a rage, the court sent troops to encircle and suppress it many times, and finally successfully wiped out all his subordinates.

But I never expected that hundreds of years later, that guy actually became the Ghost King.

As soon as he appeared, he killed many people, many of them. After being killed by the Ghost King, the ghost was in peace and was forced to become his concubine and let him bully him.

My uncle accidentally saved one of the female ghosts and listened to him telling the origin and numerous evil deeds of the Ghost King.

In a fit of anger, he came back to discuss with my master and decided to join forces to destroy the evil Ghost King of Fusang.

But that guy's strength was too strong, and with the strength of my master and uncle, he could only barely hurt him.

That guy was right. At that time, my master and uncle almost exhausted their magic power, and they were really unable to kill him.

I was only teenage at that time, and I just started, and I witnessed the battle with my own eyes..."

Speaking of this, the lay Buddhist Caolu couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "I was indeed a little scared at that time, no wonder that guy mocked him in person."

Mo Ziming interjected: "Uncle Jiu, this is human nature. After all, you were young at that time, so you didn't need to mind those words."

"Well~" Caolu lay Buddhist nodded and continued: "Short after that, my master and uncle fell into disgrace due to serious injuries.

Before my death, my master repeatedly told me to practice hard.

He said that the Fusang Ghost King was a hidden danger after all, and he might have asked me to take revenge at that time.

Over the years, Lin has kept in mind the teachings of his ancestors and practiced the Tao hard, and did not dare to slack off at all.

Unexpectedly, the enemy was narrow and that guy was born again. And his strength has improved greatly, so it may be difficult to deal with."

Upon hearing this, Mo Ziming couldn't help but comfort him: "Uncle Jiu, don't worry, as the saying goes, evil cannot defeat righteousness, I think there will definitely be a way to deal with it."

"If you want to tell me a solution, my master and uncle each left a piece of armor.

At that time, I will find someone to wear these two armors as the left and right guardians to set up the altar and form a formation, and I will probably suppress the evil spirit of the Fusang Ghost King."

Mo Ziming doesn't agree with this.

This method can indeed play a certain role in harm's way, but with the current strength of the Fusang Ghost King, it is unlikely that he will use this method to destroy it.

After thinking about it, Mo Ziming couldn't help but say, "Uncle Jiu, why not do this, you can prepare here first, but don't do it first no matter what.

I went out and found a way to bring some reinforcements.

In short, this time you must kill the Ghost King with one blow, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

"Well, that's fine, then thank you for your hard work."

"Uncle Jiu is so serious. If this Fusang Ghost King is not eliminated, let alone Shijiachang, I am afraid that this area of ​​a hundred miles will be in peace."

"Yes, yes, master, we must find a way to destroy the Ghost King."

Xiaohui jumped out of nowhere to hit, looking passionate and excited.

This is completely inconsistent with his timid and cowardly personality on weekdays.

However, when I think about the master and apprentice in a critical situation, this kid stepped forward to protect his master. Similarly, Uncle Jiu is always paying attention to the safety of his disciples.

I think that in addition to the master-apprentice relationship, there may be a kind of family affection between father and son.

If you say it, you will act.

Mo Ziming immediately said goodbye and headed eastward.

The destination this time is a fax sect.

He had already inquired about the location of the fax sect, and it was not far from Shijiachang, but it was not close, hundreds of miles away.

For ordinary people, hundreds of miles are a long way away. After all, those who cross mountains and ridges have to be wary of robbers, beasts, monsters, and other things.

But with Mo Ziming's footwork, it's nothing. As long as there is no accident on the road, two days will be enough!

But he never thought that on the night he left, the Fusang Ghost King actually attacked a garrison camp near the county town, losing dozens of war horses, and more than 20 soldiers were killed or injured.

This guy was mainly holding his breath in his heart, and was surrounded by officers and soldiers during his lifetime and deliberately took revenge.

The news soon reached the capital. The emperor was furious and immediately issued an imperial edict, ordering the garrison general Ma Shangfeng to destroy the Fusang Ghost King. If he fails to do his job, he will behead him!

After receiving the imperial edict, Ma Shangfeng was completely confused.

He is a martial artist. It is okay to let him go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and it is okay to catch robbers. The Destroyer King... Isn't this driving the ducks to put them on the shelves?

Follow the official account: Book Friends Base Camp. Follow and get cash and order coins!

The key is that he doesn't even know where the Ghost King's nest is.

For a moment, I was frowning and locked in the room and drank alone.

At this time, a man with a mustache and a black mole of copper coin on the corner of his mouth pushed the door and walked in.

This person's surname is Fang, and he is the master beside Ma Shangfeng.

Ma Shangfeng is a martial artist. Kong Wu is powerful, but he doesn't know a lot of words. He handles letters and official duties on weekdays and is also responsible for planning and other things.

Seeing Ma Shangfeng drinking alone, Master Fang smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about the general. The villain has heard that there is a thatched cottage in thirty miles away from the city.

There is a master, a lay Buddhist who is said to have infinite magic power, and it is no problem to subdue demons and catch ghosts. Why don’t you go and worship..."

Before he could finish his words, Ma Shangfeng raised his hand and slapped his teeth and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? I'm just drinking here?"

"Yes, yes, the villain's fault, the villain's fault, general, time is not waiting, why not set off now?"

"Walk!"

Unexpectedly, I went there and ran into a soft nail.

It was not that the lay Buddhists of Caolu refused to agree, but that they put forward a condition that Ma Shangfeng could not accept.

"General Ma, this Fusang Ghost King was killed by the imperial officers and soldiers during his lifetime, so he felt resentful and revengeful.

Now it is powerful and difficult to deal with. There is only one way that may be destroyed."

Upon hearing this, Ma Shangfeng was very surprised and hurriedly said, "What wonderful method does lay people have?"

"That depends on whether General Ma is willing to sacrifice himself..."

Upon hearing this, Ma Shangfeng was furious and immediately slapped his head: "You old Taoist is so rude, you dare to let this general sacrifice yourself...

Wait, you are going to find a woman to let me sacrifice myself, right? Then I have no objection."

The lay Buddhist at the Caolu looked speechless.

What exactly is this guy putting on his mind?

Can't you listen to someone finish speaking?

Fortunately, Master Fang was quite sensible, so he quickly bowed and smiled, "I don't know what the layman said? Can it be made clear?"

"That's right, if you want to destroy the Fusang Ghost King, you have to use a strange move.

My meaning to make General Ma sacrifice himself is to sacrifice his life..."

"Hey, you..." Ma Shangfeng was impatient and was about to start agitation again.

Master Fang quickly advised him: "God up, it's not too late to listen to the layman's speech first."

"Okay, keep talking."

"General Ma's life span is not over, and death is just a state of fake death.

At that time, I will cast spells to protect your soul and make you wear a special golden armor and turn it into a golden armor statue.

After all, you are a dignified general, with the protection of the imperial energy, and it is not that easy for the Ghost King to hurt you.

At that time, my apprentice Xiaohui will put on silver armor, and you two will serve as the left and right guardians, and will work with me to deal with the Ghost King.

Apart from this, I can’t think of any better way for the time being.”

Ma Shangfeng was not willing to believe it and said angrily: "You old man is so bad. You actually want the life of this general?"

"Since the general doesn't believe it, I can do nothing and lose my companion!"

After saying that, the lay Buddhist at the Caolu turned around and left.
To be continued...