How many days will it take.

Wei Kang's facial features are raised, his chest and abdomen are sunken, and his bones are erect like corpses.

The imperial doctor in the palace and the famous doctor in the Shenjing were invited to all of them, but they were helpless and could not even tell the symptoms.

Huang Yuniang floated above Wei Kang's head, opened her mouth to swallow, and a wisp of gray-white mist melted into her soul body.

"The ghost swallows the essence of the human body. It seems to be invisible material things, but it can be fed back to the body, so the essence of the human body is the basis for..."

Zhou Yi hid in the dark and observed Wei Kang's physical changes.

In another three or five days, Wei Kang will be scattered.

From this point of view, the efficiency of ordinary unjust souls is somewhat slow in killing people, and they are only better than strange and hidden.

Zhou Yi was about to leave, so he went to Tianzhu to show his face and then found an excuse to sneak out. Now that he had become an empty salary in Tianzhu, the captain Zhu found another prison guard to deliver food.

Back then, he still despised the prison guard who had eaten his empty salary. When it was Zhou Yi's turn to eat, it tasted pretty good!

At this time.

The gate of the Duke's Mansion was opened, and the old lady personally greeted him, and the young master stood respectfully on his side.

Zhou Yi suddenly became interested, who has such a big face?

The eunuch who was visited by Emperor Hongchang a few days ago in the palace was just a side door, not to mention that the old lady was the sister of the former queen, and now she has to respectfully call her aunt.

The buzzing sound of Buddha singing came, and a moment later, two rows of eight monks in yellow were the first.

Open the way, knock on bowls, sprinkle flowers, and hit banners.

Then there were eight bulging monks, with their naked upper body covered with gold powder and carrying a lotus platform on their shoulders.

The lotus platform was surrounded by banners, fluttering in the wind, half-covered and half-exposed, and saw the fat Zen master sitting upright.

Zhou Yi's eyes swept over the monks, all of whom were masters who were successful in bone-making. The Zen master sitting cross-legged had a slight fluctuation in his body.

"Interesting and interesting! This Shenjing really has a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger, but he has little knowledge in the Heavenly Prison!"

The monks walked to the gate of the Duke's Mansion. The Zen master slowly stood up from the lotus platform and looked at the sky above the Duke's Mansion with a serious look.

"Amitabha! Who is the evil spirit that dares to cause trouble to the god of gods?"

When the old lady heard this, she hurriedly sent someone to come forward and asked the Zen master to enter the mansion.

The big fat Zen master looked solemn and told the old lady that the evil spirit was powerful and that he had to open the altar to consume decades of his skills.

The first and second consecutive time required, more than 200,000 taels of gold and silver!

The tax revenue of Fengyang Kingdom exceeds tens of millions of taels per year. The Zen master actually requires two or three hundred taxes to hold a ritual.

"Everything is based on what Master Miaojue said!"

The old lady agreed decisively and took the key to the basement and asked someone to move the silver.

It is full of large silver ingots the size of winter melons. Two people must shoulder with their joint force until the night is over before they can get a good finish.

"The host of Vajra Temple, Miaojue, is one of the national teachers whom the Dog Emperor canonized back then!"

Zhou Yi heard the discussion of the Duke's Mansion and also knew the origin of the Zen master. It is said that he had fallen to Emperor Chongming and discussed the way of immortality. He was a master with a specialized Buddhist and Taoist sect in Fengyang.

"I was in my nineties and looked similar to my fifties and sixties. I must have other means, otherwise I would not be fooled by the dog emperor!"

Emperor Chongming Sandwood cultivating immortals asked, but it was not really stupid.

At that time, many witchcraftsmen in the martial arts were so mysterious that no one could see through. They wanted to enter Shangyang Palace to enjoy wealth and glory, but they all threw them into the imperial prison and were tortured and died.

"The Dog Emperor would rather be in turmoil in the country than be devoted to the Tao, but he would not be deceived. Perhaps... have you seen a real god?"

It was already dark at this time.

Dozens of arm-thick whale oil candles were lit in Wei Kang's yard.

The monks have built two-foot altars, and eight yellow-robed monks each hold Buddhist instruments and take turns to the altar to make the altar. They look quite solemn and dignified.

Seeing this, every time the monks walked down from the altar, they folded their hands together and bowed to salute.

Miaojue sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, folding his hands silently.

"What is this guy doing?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly. If Miaojue had not had spiritual energy fluctuations, he would have been too lazy to watch the monk jump to the gods to bluff people.

Until midnight.

"Amitabha!"

Miaojue suddenly heard Gao Xuan’s Buddhist chant, and the sound was like thunder, which made the originally struggling Duke’s Mansion wake up instantly.

I saw Miaojue jumping up, flying over the heads of everyone, and landing on the altar.

Zhou Yi was thinking that the monk was going to perform the true method, but he saw Miaojue start chanting scriptures again, and his fingertips were filled with true energy: "Wait for another half an hour, and the thief will continue to perform and eat my sword!"

Miaojue seemed to sense danger, and only recited for two quarters of an hour, and took out a bronze mirror from his arms.

The bronze mirror has a simple shape, with shiny side and engraved with sea of ​​clouds on the other side.

"Amitabha! The demon has not yet appeared?"

After Miaojue finished speaking, a figure appeared on the bronze mirror, which looked like Huang Yu Niang.

“…”

When Huang Yuniang heard that a monk came to subdue demons during the day, she stopped to absorb her breath and stood not far from the altar to watch monkey plays. As a result, under the bronze mirror, the ghost appeared on its own.

"Where did the woman come from?"

"That's a ghost!"

"Ghost!"

“…”

Someone from the Duke's Mansion noticed that Huang Yuniang appeared out of thin air, causing a burst of exclamation and chaos, and he rushed to hide behind the altar.

Miaojue used the bronze mirror to fix Huang Yuniang and shouted: "Rich my life and give you the magic weapon! All the disciples obeyed the orders, why don't you want the Buddha demon quickly!"

"Om!"

Eight monk disciples shouted and rushed towards Huang Yuniang.

The hot and masculine blood and energy condensed by the martial arts body are extremely restrained by the ghost soul. Just by getting closer, Huang Yu Niang's soul body will illusion and dissipate.

"This group of monks..."

Zhou Yi bounced his fingers, and the Zhenyuan Sword slashed across Miaojue's wrist, turned around in front of him, and cut off several beards.

In the past two years, the innate true energy has increased by almost a slight increase, but the control is getting more and more progressive, and within a radius of ten feet, it can be transformed into various forms and controlled at will.

Condensing the sword tip is just the dream of the sword immortal from Zhou Yi!

Miaojue's wrist hurts, and the bronze mirror falls, and he can no longer hold on to the ghost.

Huang Yu Niang flew up and disappeared invisibly.

The monk turned his head and looked at the altar, but saw Miaojue's expression was dull and frightened. Then he grabbed the pill bottle from his arms and tilted his head up and poured it into his mouth.

"puff!"

Miaojue squirted out a mouthful of blood, his face pale, and he turned his head and rolled down from the altar.

"Zen Master!"

"Host!"

An exclaimed loudly.

Miaojue's aura was dying: "Amitabha! I let down the old lady, the monster's magic power was powerful, and he broke the Vajra Demon Subduing Array...Puff!"

Before he finished speaking, he bleed his mouth again and fainted.

One of the monks said, "Old Lady, the little monk will take the presidency back to the temple to rest first, and the 200,000 taels will be sent back tomorrow."

"What did the master say? The Zen master was injured due to his old family affairs and lost his life."

The old lady shook her head and said, "Some gold and silver should be worshipped as incense."

"Amitabha!"

The monk pronounced the Dharma horn and asked the monk to carry the sedan chair and run away.

dark place.

Zhou Yi watched the farce stop and said to Huang Yuniang.

"You have also seen it. The ghost is invisible, but you cannot act recklessly. Remember to be cautious in the future!"

"Thank you for helping me, senior."

Huang Yu Niang bowed down and bowed: "The little girl has to take revenge, but she needs it in the future. Seniors can give her all the instructions, even if she loses her soul, she will die! "

Wei Kang has lost 600% of his energy and even if he wakes up, he will not live for a few days. He will be unable to save the disease of exhaustion and the miraculous doctor.

"I happened to go out of Beijing and help you find a territory."
Chapter completed!