On the Qingyue Mountain, the locust trees all over the mountain sway in the wind under the moonlight, as if they were whispering with nonsense that people could not understand.

The quiet Taoist temple in the mountains is covered with fallen leaves, and the cold is shrill.

However, in January, there was a bit of a strong ghost spirit on the Qingyue Mountain.

Ghost fires are often welcomed by the mountains and outside the Taoist temples, and ghost shadows are everywhere.

If ordinary people come here, they will be scared to leave their bodies for only a moment.

However, these ghosts seemed to be afraid and did not dare to approach the Taoist temple in the mountains too much, but were just wandering outside.

They seemed to feel that there was something dangerous hidden in that view.

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[Master, I'm back.] A shadow that is 90% similar to Fang Shanshui is serious in front of the somewhat ragged coffin.

Indifference...not like.

The crimson eyes opened in the coffin narrowed, and an unhappy breath spread out from the coffin. The bottom of the coffin suddenly seemed to have a freezer overturned, sprinkling the coldness of white frost all over the ground, and it was so cold that I tried to perform shadow puppets next to the coffin, trembling.

However, Voice is now a well-trained actor! In this harsh environment, the shadow of Fangshan Water it creates can still switch expressions and movements without any obstacles.

[Master, I'm back, I finally see you again!] The shadow of Fang Shanshui pounced on the somewhat ragged coffin, and said excitedly as if he was holding a million prize.

Flattering...not like.

The long purple-black nails in the coffin were slashing in the air together, and they didn't even want to open their eyes, and they were unhappy.

Air conditioning is everywhere.

Feng only felt that the part that he was connected to the ground was almost frozen and could not be pulled up. He wanted to cry, but he still had to laugh.

If it dares to cry with Fang Shanshui's face, it will probably be eaten by the ferocious zombie immediately.

[Master and father, I'm back! Are you happy! Do you miss me? I miss you so much!] Fang Shanshui Shadow lay on the coffin and rubbed, shouting happily, with a strong sense of intimacy.

Pretendive...not like it at all.

The crimson eyes opened again. Although he was unhappy in his heart, the frost and coldness that filled his body gradually dissipated, which made the voice of acting with his life breathe a sigh of relief.

It doesn't look like eating it, its voice doesn't look like eating it, its behavior doesn't look like eating it, its behavior doesn't look like eating it, it can still leave a body as big as a palm. Thanks to its wisdom, it saw through this indifferent zombie in time!

The Thorn Ball Voice said that no matter how much he plays like the zombie, he can still pick out the thorn! So it is not about whether he looks like it or not, but whether this vicious zombie likes it or not!

Master the trick, even if it is OOC, there is no need to be afraid of being gnawed by zombies. This discovery of wisdom saves its weak life in time!

Scream-

The coffin lid suddenly opened, and the shadow pounced on the coffin turned into a ball of black shadow thorn, like a rubber band stretched out forcefully, bounced back to the original. The whole ball shook in the air for a long time before falling into the coffin and rolled silently to the edge.

Ignoring the thorn ball at hand, the person in the coffin sat up.

Near...

The ruby-like eyes were shining with a star-like light.

He walked out of the coffin, and, under the inexplicable observation of the prick ball, walked slowly around the coffin for a while, and suddenly stopped.

Because he was happy for a while, he suddenly remembered the broken dragon stone that was destroyed by him...

A coffin that has become somewhat ragged...

The house full of dust outside...

indifferent.

After a while of stuck, he suddenly patted his abdomen with his long purple-black nails, and suddenly grabbed his fingers and grabbed them in.

The pointed nails did not pierce the skin, but seemed to be trapped in nothingness. After a while, he pulled out something from his belly like an octopus on the roof and a headless one. His body seemed to be a translucent phantom, which seemed to be a similar type to the sound.

When the thing was pulled out, I seemed a little confused. I didn't know who I was and I didn't know where it was. I found that it was being grabbed in my hand and struggled hard without saying a word.

He looked at the stuff that was constantly swaying in his hand, expressionless.

He was patient, but there were not many, the only one, which gave him the reserve grain that he couldn't bear to eat.

There are nothing else.

He pinched the phantom's palm and suddenly tightened.

The spike ball ball slammed into a circle, looking like it was in a state of terrible pain when it hit the scene.

The phantom of the roof was buzzing in horror, and was crushed... and fell to the ground one by one, as if it was dismembered.

Then it found that the hand that crushed it, picked it up and pinched it together...

This roof-shaped thing is the house spirit that was swallowed by Fang Yuanqing last time. Now it has been digested by Fang Yuanqing, and the evil spirits on its body have all dissipated and returned to a state that has not been polluted at the beginning.

However, he lives in a corner and has almost never encountered a natural enemy. Although he is not affected by evil spirits, he has always been a domineering master. He doesn't have a bad personality and doesn't know how to look down at people's eyes.

However, now that it was dismembered and reorganized, it looked at the strange thorn ball over there and seemed to suddenly understand its situation.

After a while, the spirit of the house was very aware of the times and fell to the ground with the eaves.

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Fang Shanshui got off the train before 11 o'clock, and the return was smooth this time. He just called a car and arrived at the foot of the mountain before 12 o'clock.

Fang Shanshui discovered something strangely that in just one month, the ten-mile peach forest he planted in the outermost area had inexplicably withered, and a decayed atmosphere was everywhere in the air.

However, the locust trees behind the peach forest are lush and growing well, but Fang Shanshui can feel the rich and terrifying yin energy from afar.

Fang Shanshui held his soul-catching bell and became alert.

At the beginning, he left the mountain in the end of August of the Gregorian calendar, and it was the end of July of the lunar calendar. When the Ghost Gate was in the gatekeeper, he built a peach forest for ten miles, thinking that the peach trees could ward off evil spirits, which could not only cover up the yin energy on Qingyue Mountain, but also prevent ghosts from coming in and occupying the magpie's nest.

Now it seems that this plan has failed.

The Taoist temple on the mountain appeared and disappeared in Fang Shanshui's eyes, and along the way to the Taoist temple, ghosts were everywhere.

Fang Shanshui walked up the mountain calmly. He thought he would encounter some obstacles, but he didn't expect that the ghosts around him were just looking at him from afar, without any intention of coming to disturb him.

When he walked to Qingyue Temple, Fang Shanshui had not yet opened the door, the lacquered red wooden door in front of him creaked and opened it on its own.

At this time, lights suddenly lit up everywhere in the temple, illuminating the darkness. Behind the open door, dozens of ghosts floating in shadows were silently scattered on both sides of the road, looking as if they were welcoming their return.

Fang Shanshui's face was stiff and he had almost gone to the wrong place.

I couldn't help but want to go back and check out the door sign outside to see if there were still three words Qingyueguan hanging on it.

It seemed that he saw Fang Shanshui retreating, and the door he opened suddenly closed, as if he was afraid that Fang Shanshui would really run away, so he locked him up first.

Fang Shanshui complained in her heart that it felt like some of the protagonists in TV encounter danger, but she didn't expect that she would encounter this situation when she returned home.

A huge square face appeared on the door. The nose is not the nose, the eyes are not the eyes, but it seems to be laughing: [Little master, please go forward, the master has been waiting for you in Langya Cave for a long time.]

The sound seemed to have reached Fang Shanshui's mind directly.

Fang Shanshui looked at the rough face on the door and suddenly knew what it was. He had a little familiar atmosphere in his strangeness, and it should be the sacred spirit who was captured by his master.

Now this home spirit and Qingyue Temple are integrated into one, and have become the viewing spirit of Qingyue Temple.

So, it should be done by the master?

Fang Shanshui let go of his heart, as long as the master is fine.

The wandering soul floating beside him was tempted by the idyllic spirit. Not only did he line up to welcome Fang Shanshui in a very good manner, but he also came over very well to get his luggage for Fang Shanshui.

Fang Shanshui held a flowerpot on his body and rejected the wandering soul who could not see clearly.

Fang Shanshui walked towards the back mountain with a flower pot in his arms and decided to go and see his master first.

When Fang Shanshui left, he looked around and found that he had not returned this month and the house, which should have been covered in dust, was spotless. He looked like he had cleaned it up and was waiting for him to review it.

The souls were wandering around under the light, and the rag broom seemed to be moving. It cleaned some small places. When she saw Fang Shanshui, she would bow her head respectfully.

Fang Shanshui asked to the pillars of the corridor: "What's going on with these wandering souls? Did you catch them?"

The body of the zodiac spirit is spread all over the Qingyue Temple. Fang Shanshui can hear it as soon as he speaks. He replied: [Little Master, these are all wandering souls who cannot be reincarnated and have no worship. If we don’t need to sleep in the open place, we are all rushing to get it.]

Fang Shanshui nodded and stopped talking.

When they arrived at Langya Cave in the back mountain, Fang Shanshui found the mechanism and raised the Broken Dragon Stone again.

However, during the rise, Fang Shanshui seemed to hear some cracking sounds of Carrara. After looking carefully, he found no strangeness. The Broken Dragon Stone was intact.

Is it an illusion?

·

He threw both the Zhailing and the Holy Spirit out, and the figure in the coffin lay quietly, with his left and right hands folded in front of his abdomen, looking like he was sleeping honestly.

Actually, I was a little anxious, with my pointed nails rising and falling on my overlapping hands, and I couldn't help but want to stroke them twice.

Until the sound of the heavy footsteps came, the figure immediately stopped moving, but the crimson eyes opened, as if he saw the visitor directly through the coffin.

"Master, I'm back from vacation. How are you doing recently?" Fang Shanshui walked to the coffin with a flower pot in her arms, touched the pattern of the coffin with some miss, and then smiled with satisfaction.

According to some records in the notes of the ancestors, just looking at these patterns, you can see the state of the corpse being refined. As for the situation in front of you, the master's condition should be quite good.

The crimson eyes didn't blink, feeling the breath that was so close, and suddenly realized that there was no need to say as much as the shadow imitated by voice. As long as you look at Fang Shanshui smiled at him from a distance, everything would be fine.

His reserve grain is something that others cannot learn...
To be continued...