“Have you ever done anything you regret in your life? Do you really have a clear conscience for everything?”
Ye Niang looked at Jin An, who was walking towards Feitouman with a drink in one hand and a knife in the other. She shouted to Jin An's back.
The voice is cold.
Such as the loneliness and silence of a dead heart.
Hearing the voice behind him, Jin An paused slightly, then continued to walk towards Feitou Man holding a knife without looking back, his mood and will never wavered.
“The transformation of heaven and earth depends on high and deep; the sage’s rule of law depends on concealment. It is not only about loyalty, trust, benevolence and righteousness, but also about being upright.”
Jin An took a sip of strong wine, laughed loudly, and killed Feitouman.
That back view.
ˆ Chic and unrestrained.
Free and easy.
Carefree and carefree.
“Jin’an!”
"If a woman dies for you, and a woman who has been betrayed by you twice dies in front of you, I don't know if this will make you regret it. Will you, a Taoist priest with a heart of stone, leave me, Ye, in your heart?"
A mother's tear."
Ye Niang’s voice was calm.
No hysterical roaring.
There is no sadness or resentful anger.
The figure in the coir raincoat who was drunkenly slaying demons and demons and drawing his sword finally stopped at this moment, but he only paused slightly and then continued to kill the flying man in front of him without looking back. He did not look back at Ye Niang behind him.
.
At this time.
Feitouman drew a complicated talisman formation on the ground using his own essence and blood as a guide. His body was shaking non-stop and his face was painful. After so many people helped him to hold Jin An, his master's door control method was finally ready.
Feitou opened his eyes fiercely.
The body and head are separated.
A head with disheveled hair flew high into the sky with an ear-piercing scream.
"The last descendant of the 83rd generation of Feitou Village, the 3,869 strongholds of the Jiuli Tribe, is willing to sacrifice his longevity and blood to the ancestors of Feitou Village. Today, the descendants encounter a powerful enemy and may perish.
Here, I beg my ancestors to save the descendants. If I escape today, I would like to offer three pairs of boys and girls to my ancestors!"
The flying man screamed and circled over the headless corpse, then flew into the formation and picked up a piece of paper on the ground.
There is a little man drawn on the note.
A heart-piercing sword is pointed directly at the villain's heart.
On the facial features of the little man, the facial features of a human appeared on his own, with complete eyes, ears, mouth and nose. It was Huang Zinian at this time.
There are three characters written on the body of the villain, which are Huang Zinian’s full name.
The flying man picked up the paper on the ground and chewed it in his mouth. This scene was exactly the same as the headless Gu King in the golden coffin of the headless village with the birth date and birth date in his mouth.
But this Feitouman obviously would not be so kind and would change Jin'an's fate.
"Bite you to death, bite you to death, you stinky Taoist priest from the Five Zang Taoist Temple. Even if I have to sacrifice half a year of my life, I will curse you today. Huang Zinian, who is possessed by you, will die tragically today. You will be trapped here for the rest of your life."
A dead person with a rotting body slowly endures the pain of physical decay and cannot return to his soul!"
"I curse you. When your body rots into white bones, it will be the day when your body dies and your soul disappears!"
“I curse you…”
Feitou is pretty crazy.
While chewing the note in his mouth, his smelly teeth were blackened and filthy from the bite of the note. At the same time, he looked viciously and cursed Jin An loudly and with hatred.
Just as Feitouman was uttering vicious curses, the blood array on the ground burst into a blood-red light as thick as a water vat, and there was an ominous sign coming from somewhere.
Jin'an's temples jumped in shock.
Being restless.
But before Jin An could take action to kill Feitou Man and interrupt the evil ritual, the Five Blessing Emperor Plague Expelling Talisman he was holding in his soul suddenly became spiritually bright at this moment.
The dazzling aura of the five-colored auspicious clouds blooms.
The Messenger of the Five Plagues is also called the Emperor of the Five Blessings among the people.
Under the auspicious light in the clear sky, there seems to be a tall phantom of the General Shenting wearing a five-color robe, holding a pot, a pot, a leather bag and a sword, a fan, a hammer and a fire pot in his hand to collect the plague.
Inhale poison, sweep away filth, and break up the bloody array in front of you.
There is no need for Jin'an to sacrifice the magic talisman, Huang Fu takes the initiative to eliminate disasters for Jin'an.
“Ah! No!”
“How, how is it possible! Why is this happening...”
“I’m not willing to give in!”
Feitouman's screams rang out in the blood-light formation. Not only did he not curse Jin'an, but he suffered the backlash of his own curse. The last descendant of Feitou Village died tragically under the backlash of his own curse.
The head rotted into white bones in an instant, and the soul was trapped in the head and could not escape. Within a few breaths, the soul fell. With the death of the body, people died like a lamp extinguished, a soul lamp extinguished, and their soul was cut into pieces by their own curse.
Feitouman has been preparing this curse for so long.
In the end, it became his own prison.
Avenue induction!
Three thousand virtues!
The Plague Amulet not only has the miraculous effect of dispelling plagues and diseases, but also eliminates disasters and ward off curses.
It’s just that blocking a curse for Jin’an this time also consumed a lot of the plague-repelling talisman. With a crisp pop, the plague-repelling talisman in Yuanshen’s hand dissipated, exploded into crystal powder, and disappeared in the void.
“Old man, are you evil again?”
One man destroyed dozens of evil cultivators in the inn. Jin An turned around with a murderous look and looked at the old beggar with one shoe who had been sitting there without moving.
The old beggar, who was unkempt but not unkempt and smelly, raised his finger and tapped the charred corpse of the meat-and-wine monk at Jin'an's feet.
"The little Taoist priest is so brave today. Taoism is really prosperous. Talents are emerging in large numbers, and another generation of geniuses has been born. Old man, I showed up in this Yuanyanglou Inn today, not for you, the little Taoist priest, but to catch the traitors from my Tianshi Mansion.
Going back."
Jin An lowered his head and looked at the charred corpse of the drunken monk at his feet.
This fair-weather monk didn't know what kind of method he practiced, but he was not chopped into ashes by the Five Thunder Evil-Slaying Talisman. Only half of his body was burnt.
And as the meat-and-potatoes monk was struck to death by lightning, his disguise was broken and his true identity was revealed. He was a long-bearded man wearing a Bagua Feng Shui robe. He deliberately disguised himself as a monk and walked around the world, hiding his whereabouts and avoiding the Tianshi Mansion.
tracking.
The old beggar looked at Jin An and said with admiration: "Little Taoist Priest, today I saw how brave and upright he was, and how he subdued demons. It really opened my eyes to the old man."
"Originally, old man, I wanted to exchange cups with you, the little Taoist priest, and have a long drink and talk about the year-end friendship. But unfortunately, I have to bring this traitor to Tianshi Mansion as soon as possible. I will say goodbye today. Maybe we will meet again in the near future.
See you again soon, and then I can get to know you well, Hahahaha, old man, I will take my leave first."
As the words fall.
The old beggar who had been sitting at the table in front of him burned his body and turned into a small paper figure.
When Jin An looked at the Tianshi Mansion traitor at his feet again, the body at his feet had disappeared.
“Pretend to be a ghost.”
Looking at the little paper figurine that was gradually burning away, Jin An's expression was dull, and then he stopped caring about the messy things in the Tianshi Mansion.
He is just a little Taoist priest from a small Taoist temple in Fucheng. His hands are not long enough to reach the Tianshi Mansion in the capital.
Now, Yuanyanglou Inn is completely quiet.
Not long ago, there were dozens of noisy people in the inn, but suddenly there were only three people left.
Jin'an.
Scholar Ma Jingwen.
Ye Niang.
“The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worry about the past years. I only look at the moon to protect each other, but I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.”
“Taoist priest, does this poem have a name?”
Ye Niang asked Jin An calmly.
Her at this moment.
Stop calling Jin'an's name.
Instead, call him a Taoist priest.
They all say that Taoists are pure in heart and have few desires. They only care about freedom and freedom, and do not care about the fetters of the mortal world.
Perhaps this is Ye Niang’s state of mind at this moment.
Jin An did not avoid: "A Chinese Ghost Story."
“A Chinese Ghost Story, A Chinese Ghost Story…what a sad and beautiful name…I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.”
"I know that people like you don't bother to take a look at a promiscuous woman like me, and you will never fall in love with a promiscuous woman like me who is born with a low life. Since you won't have true feelings for me, then I will make it unforgettable for you.
Remember me forever, let you always remember that there was a woman who died for you, and let you never forget that Ye Niang in Yuanyang Tower. Taoist priest, remember the last face of Ye Niang today, I want you to remember me for the rest of your life.
Live with the regret that a woman died in front of you."
Ye Niang’s voice was calm.
At this moment, she is no longer the charming female devil who was born to seduce scholars everywhere.
She is just an ordinary woman who is desperate.
She looked at the man in front of her very seriously.
What she was looking at was not Huang Zinian, but Jin'an Yuanshen in Huang Zinian's body. She wanted to keep in mind the image of this heartless man who made her fall in love twice and failed her twice.
It’s not heartbreaking.
No self-pity.
There is no such thing as a little girl who sheds tears of great sorrow and sadness.
There is nothing greater than the peace of a dead heart. Everything started in peace. Ye Niang’s black hair spread out, and finally it was like thousands of steel needles piercing the back of her own head, fluffy!
A generation of female devils who kill without blinking an eye.
Hong Kong eliminates jade damage.
Fell in front of Jin'an.
The body exploded into blood mist in the air.
Ding.
With a crisp sound, a woman's ivory comb fell to the ground. It was white and flawless, pure and not stained with a trace of dirt. Along with the ivory comb falling to the ground, a teardrop smashed to the ground.
Once you comb your hair, you don’t have to worry about wealth.
If you comb your hair with two combs, you will be free from disease and worry.
Three combs are combed through the hair, and you will meet noble people.
…
Comb it again to the end, and relatives and friends will come to celebrate.
Comb the hair with two combs to the end, and dye the mirror with blush.
Three combs are combed to the end, and the conditions arise and then disappear.
It takes five hundred times of looking back in my past life to exchange for one passing by you in this life. It takes me a thousand times to exchange for a chance to stop in front of you in this life...
Why.
Jin An came to the table, overturned the table, grabbed the collar of scholar Ma Jingwen, who was too frightened to stand, and walked outside the Yuanyanglou Inn.
ifies.
Scholar Ma Jingwen kept yelling and crying: "There's one more! There's one more! There's one more!"
The rain outside the inn stopped at some point.
The dark clouds dissipate.
Revealing the night stars.
When Jin An grabbed the frail scholar by the collar and just stepped out of the Yuanyanglou Inn, he saw two familiar figures standing outside the courtyard of the Yuanyanglou Inn.
It is Mr. Yi, the master of Feng Shui.
And the big old man Zhong Laosan who has returned to his spiritual state and has a green lotus leaf on his head.
Except that the Feng Shui Master's possessed Zhi Zhi Ren was a little worn out, and the big-headed old man had lost his Swordsman Zhi Zhi Ren, and the two of them were a little embarrassed, there were no signs of injury on their bodies.
“Mr. Yi, Senior Zhong!”
“It’s great that you’re okay!”
Seeing that the two of them were okay, Jin An's eyes were filled with joy and he stepped forward to say hello to them.
“Mr. Jin An, have you finished handling the matters at the Yuanyanglou Inn?” Mr. Feng Shui seemed to be making a pun and looked at Jin An meaningfully.
There was nothing unusual about the look on Jin An's face. He nodded and said nothing, as if he had answered Mr. Feng Shui's words.
Jin An didn’t want to talk more about this matter, so he asked Mr. Feng Shui and the old man how they were trapped this time. Did they kill Mr. Yuan, the leader of this group of antique dealers?
"Zhong Laosan and I were trapped in the depths of the painting world and killed their Ling Yu. Unfortunately, two people escaped in the end. One of them was Mr. Yuan, Mr. Jin An. This one is Mr. Yuan.
This person does have some skills, and at the last moment he was able to command the little Hanban to fight back against us."
“However, after this battle, only two of the group escaped, and it will be difficult for them to do so in the future.”
Mr. Feng Shui said as he glanced at the night sky behind Jin An.
Jin An’s face was calm. He didn’t need to look back, he already knew what was behind him.
In the dark void.
Standing there is a huge figure in red robes several feet tall.
The man was wearing a red robe and a black gauze hat with stiff wings on his head. His face was as pale as a dead person with thick white powder on his face. He had a yin and yang painting on his left hand and an ecstasy pen on his right hand, like a judge from the underworld walking in the human world.
Shaped like a ghost and an evil wild god.
The yin and yang scroll in his hand is held in one end, and the other end is hanging on the ground. What is painted on the scroll is none other than the Yuanyanglou Inn.
There is an earthen tomb in front of the yard of Yuanyanglou Inn.
In the hazy distance, there seems to be a village with scattered lights, which is Sanshui Village.
At this time, Jin An and Ma Jingwen walked out of the Yuanyanglou Inn in the scroll. Jin An turned around and saw the mysterious giant in the dark night behind him.
The ghost pen in the right hand of this giant figure was about to point towards Yuanyanglou Inn, just like the ghost pen in the hand of the underworld judge, trying to lure away someone's soul, but when his ghost pen was still a few feet away from the scroll,
The body was completely unable to move.
Because of his huge body and the position of his torso, he suffered some serious injuries and had a puncture wound as big as a millstone.
Through that huge hole through the wound.
You can even see the bright moon after the rain has stopped, parting the dark clouds to reveal the bright moon.
It was this fatal wound that ended the life of the red-robed giant.
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Next, Jin An set fire to the inn in front of him, painted the scrolls, walked out of the tomb, took the scholar Ma Jingwen, followed Mr. Feng Shu and the big old man, and rushed to Sanshui Village to save the villagers who had been harmed by the antique dealers.
When all this was done, it was already Yin hour, and it would be dawn in an hour.
The Yuanshen of Jin'an left his body and returned his body to Huang Zinian, asking him to take good care of his mother-in-law. When he returns to his hometown to bury his parents and has nowhere to go, he can come to the Wu Zang Taoist Temple to find him. The Wu Zang Taoist Temple will not be too many sets of bowls and chopsticks.
Subsequently, Jin An went to a Feng Shui master and asked for a pair of paper-pierced human shells. The master and the two servants chatted and laughed all the way, exchanging practice experiences with each other, and hurried to the city.
On the way, Jin An also talked about how he met an old beggar from Tianshi Mansion at the Yuanyanglou Inn, and asked Mr. Feng Shui and the big old man if they knew this person.
Both of them said they didn’t know each other.
But they can go back and ask Madam on Jin'an's behalf. Madam seems to know a lot about things in the capital...
The two escorted Jin'an and returned to Fucheng safely. The master and the servant finally parted ways at the gate of Wu Zang Taoist Temple.
“Mr. Yi, Senior Zhong, I would like to thank you both for your help tonight, and I would also like to thank your wife for lending me two experts to help me get rid of this serious problem. I have a letter here. I wonder if you can pass it on to your wife?”
Before parting.
Jin An handed over a letter sealed with wax oil.
Mr. Feng Shui and the big old man naturally would not refuse, and they agreed immediately.
After watching the two people leave, Jin An turned around and returned to the Five Zang Taoist Temple, waiting for him to return to the house and the soul returned to his body.
Sigh.
Get up from the bed.
Going to the paper-bound person in front of you, you took out a few things from the paper-bound person's arms. In addition to a few plundered artifacts, a flawless white ivory comb was the most conspicuous.
offices
Jin An opened the door of the room.
Go to the green tree in front of the house, dig up the soil, and bury the ivory comb in your hand under the green tree in the backyard of the Taoist temple.