Xu Xuan's heart sank: "My life is over!" Zhang Zongyi, who was lying beside him, was so scared that his eyes rolled, his screams suddenly stopped, and he fainted.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a "clang" sound, and the golden gong trembled, and the zombie ghost's whole body suddenly stiffened.

The strong wind suddenly sounded in the mountains and forests like a tide of "Namo Amitabha" and "aggressive" wooden fish sounds.

The zombie ghost's eyes turned and stood up staggeringly, grabbed his neck, twisted all over, his bones "lala" sounded endlessly, and he raised his head and let out a roar of pain.

Xu Xuan was surprised and surprised, but saw four monks holding Zen sticks, golden gongs, and wooden fish slowly coming out from southeast, southwest and northwest. They were all wearing scarlet purple robes. They were young, and they were the monks from other places they met in the inn during the day!

The zombie ghost walked a few steps, curled up in a ball, and as the wooden fish and the chanting rumbling sounds trembled violently, the bones twisted into an incredible shape. Then, the "bang" sounded crisply, and the skull suddenly broke, flew three feet high from the neck bone, and rolled to the ground.

The skull twirled and fell into the pit, and the eyes, which were more white than black, were spinning, staring at the monk with resentment.

Just as Xu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and thought that the nightmare was about to end, the skull suddenly bared his teeth and let out a shrill roar. The headless skull more than ten feet away rushed up and instantly rushed to the head of the young monk who was leading the way.

The monk's thick eyebrows and big eyes were full of righteousness. He seemed to be bulging with a faint Buddha's light under the moonlight. He held the Zen Staff in his right hand and bowed: "Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, let's go." He threw a golden bowl with his left hand, buzzing and rotating, emitting an extremely dazzling dazzling light.

"Boom!" The zombie's corpse shone brightly, and it flew more than ten feet high in the air, then twisted like a twist, suddenly turned into a golden light and put it into the bowl.

At the same time, the skull that fell into the pit suddenly jumped up, and danced like lightning, rushing towards the southwest.

The young monk's eyes burst into bright light and he said in a deep voice: "Fa Xian, Dharma Image, it is guiding us, so don't accept it."

The monks gathered together and said that the two monks flew into the air and took the lead in chasing them.

The young monk hesitated slightly, bowed to Xu Xuan and said, "Donor, subdued demons and eliminated demons. He was not well polite, and he offended him." He could not answer, so he turned around and carried him on his back and chased him towards the escaped skull. The remaining monk also carried the unconscious Zhang Zongyi and followed closely behind.

The wind whistled, and the monks walked quickly.

Xu Xuan was surprised and full of suspicion and wanted to ask questions, but he seemed to be blocked by the strong wind in his throat and could not say a word.

In a moment, the monks had already arrived in a vast forest.

The clouds were gloomy, and the moonlight shone through the huge thousand-year-old tree in front of it on the broken walls of the old temple. The night owl screamed and the dark shadows circled.

A white wild cat heard the sound, raised its tail on the wall, arched its teeth at them, then jumped into the veil-like mist and disappeared.

Xu Xuan's heart skipped a beat: "This should be the thousand-year-old Huai and Wuchen Temple!" He had been here twice before, and was gloomy and terrifying. Especially after experiencing the horror scene just now, he felt that there were all soldiers and ghosts.

The zombie's head flew to the old temple and suddenly fell into the grass out of thin air.

The monks were about to step forward, and there were rustling sounds coming from the woods.

The young monk made a gesture, signaling everyone to lie down and hide in the chaotic world with Xu Xuan on his back, and said with a mosquito-mouthed voice: "Donor, here is a monster with a deep Taoism. That zombie is just her slave. If she is let go tonight, the people will suffer a catastrophe. No matter what happens, you must not make a sound, so as not to alarm the snake."

Xu Xuan was about to nod his head and agree, but heard a familiar voice and smiled like a silver bell: "Sister, that's it! If there wasn't a deserted ancient temple, it would be really not easy to find a thousand-year-old locust tree from the ancient trees everywhere here."

Two figures flashed, and Xiaoqing and the woman in white jumped side by side. He was shocked and anxious, and before he could make a sound reminder, the meridians were sealed by the young monk who had been prepared and could not move.

Princess Xiaoqing smiled and said, "I don't know who named the name of "Wuchen Temple"? Now there are ruins and spider webs everywhere. If you were named "Youchen Temple" or "Down Wall Temple", you might be safe and brand new. Just like the "Broken Bridge" we are visiting today, the bridge is called "Broken Bridge", but it is constantly happening. This is the case in the world. What you ask for, God will not give you anything; what you don't ask for, but everything comes..."

The woman in white held the long sword back and looked around, as if she was alert, and said in the intercept: "Xiaoqing, it's not too early. Hurry up and bury the broken sword, and go back to Shushan."

"I know." Xiaoqing made a face, as if she was blaming her for being naughty.

She walked around the old locust tree for a few times, said "Huh" and said, "Sister, look at the new soil here, it seems that someone has just dug up..." Then she cried out in a low voice, and said strangely: "Half a tombstone is buried here...'I don't enter the Tomb of the Unknown Female Niang from the Life and Death Book outside the Six Paths of Reincarnation'... Oh, it turns out that it's an old thief, bah! bah! bah! bah! bad luck!"

The young monk tightened his fingers, as if he was a little angry.

Xu Xuan's heart was thunderous and wondered: "Are they not here to fulfill their wishes for their mother? Why do they dig the ground and bury their swords?" He felt that these two people were not as simple as they thought before, but they were still worried about them and hoped that they would leave early.

Xiaoqing took out a green iron sword from her sleeve and dug it up beside the half of the tombstone. She moved very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, she dug out a large pit about meter and four feet deep.

The woman in white urged her to see that she still did not bury the broken sword.

Xiaoqing shook his head and said, "Sister, although that devil is vicious, he will do what he says. Since he said that burying the sword here will make you and me ascend to the fairy world, there must be a reason..." His right hand suddenly shook, and the broken sword encountered something hard, and the light was lit up, buzzing and whispering.

The two of them had their faces changed, Xiaoqing was surprised and happy, and said, "Sister, look at what is here?" He lowered his head and blew, and dust flew, revealing a round bronze-shaped tomb inlaid in the pit.

Xu Xuan saw it from afar and felt strange.

The people of the Song Dynasty were rich, and many people built graves with solid rocks to prevent tomb robbery. However, the tombs that were closely integrated with large arc-shaped bronze like this were never seen. Could it be the tomb of a wealthy family in the previous dynasty? But why was it buried under a thousand-year-old locust tree with the tombstone of an unknown nun?

The woman in white pondered and said, "Xiaoqing, there seems to be something wrong with this matter, so let's go. If you cause another big disaster, you will have no face to go back to Shushan to see Ge Xianren."

Xiaoqing smiled and said, "Sister, how can you achieve enlightenment when you are so timid? You have come, you have dug it, and I won't go anywhere without knowing it." Bi Ji's true energy stabbed the broken sword into the crack of the bronze tombstone. With a "bang", she actually knocked a big hole on the top of the tomb.

In an instant, white steam steeped and the wind blew. Her whole body was frozen and the snow was frozen, so cold that the princesses could hardly hold on to her broken sword. If the woman in white had not hugged her and retreated several feet backwards, she would have been frozen into an ice man in an instant.

The two of them were shocked and suspicious. When the yin wind dissipated, they looked inside and their faces changed again and they shouted in unison.

The bronze tomb chamber was densely packed with white bones!

Most of the skeletons were quite small, probably children under ten years old. Some were even six or seven years old, with twisted bodies, staring at their eyes and mouths wide open. You can imagine his horror and horror when he died.

Some are as shriveled as wax figures, with wrinkled skin wrapped around the skeletons. You can still see the wounds that are swelling around your neck, as if they have been bitten by sharp teeth, sucking the flesh and blood all over the body.

Looking around, you can see at least sixty or seventy skulls. As for those pressed down below, it is hard to count.

The two women looked at each other. Even though Xiao Qing's magic was full of tricks, she couldn't help feeling at a loss when she saw this scene. She calmed down and glanced at the pile of white bones that were covered with black coffins, and thought to herself: "Is the secret that the devil said is in this coffin?" She grabbed the edge of the coffin and pulled it out.

"Bang!"

The coffin flew up in the air and hit the twisted roots of the old locust tree hard, causing the leaves to fall, and also causing Xu Xuan's heart to tremble and breathing like blockage.

Almost at the same time, the young monk shouted like thunder: "Don't open the coffin!" The figure flashed, the golden gong was shocking, and the other three monks followed him and rushed towards the two girls.

However, they were still half a beat slower.

The moment Xiaoqing pulled out of the coffin, he had already used force to knock the coffin lid away.

In the coffin was a very beautiful naked female corpse, her whole body was wrapped in silk cocoons, shining by the bright moonlight, exquisite and vague. What's even more strange is that the female corpse was holding an equally naked boy in her arms, with several eye-catching ring scars on her bare head, which was undoubtedly the little novice monk.

The monks shouted in unison: "Amitabha!" They turned their heads one after another, not daring to look at them.

Xu Xuan's blood was strong. Although his meridians were blocked and he lay steadily in the chaotic world, he caught a glimpse of the naked female corpse. His mind was still buzzing, and his blood rushed to the top, and his face turned red. He always felt that the female corpse was still alive even though he was dead, and his eyes seemed to be staring at him with charming charm. His eyes were immediately like magnets attached to iron, and he could no longer move.
Chapter completed!