Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits - Chapter 95

Time goes back a few hours ago.

The rain was torrential.

Li Changan looked at the scholar in front of him with interest. He was deeply impressed by a person who had only one side. There is no doubt that he is the enemy of the White Lotus Cult, but the enemy’s enemy is not necessarily a friend.

But it was such a person who extended a helping hand during the crisis tonight.

He proposed a plan: Under a nearby lake, there is a ghost town hidden…

“With such an obvious trap, how can you ensure that the other party will enter the urn obediently?”

“The bait depends on whether the bait is fragrant or not.”

“The leader of the White Lotus Sect’s action is the young master of the White Lotus Sect. He is young and energetic, and he can use the radical method. But he is cautious and suspicious, so he has to come the other way.”

“Even so, relying only on the city god, I am afraid that it will not be a master of the White Lotus Sect.”

The scholar chuckled lightly.

“Two, have you ever heard of the legend of Pingye City God?”

…………………………

Cheng Liang suddenly awakened.

In his memory, the ground was still shaking the mountain the moment before, and the beams and pillars above his head collapsed with dust and bricks, and he was unavoidable under it.

At this moment, everything seemed to be dreamy. There was no earthquake, no inn, or even the dense fog that swallowed the living. There were only old ruins and dazed companions around him, and there were no collapsed roof beams on the head, but a…a lake. ?

The rainstorm breaks in the morning, and the night wind is heavy.

Half of the waning moon was stamped on the lake, and when the waves were stirred by the night wind, the broken cold light slowly penetrated into the water.

“Am I under the lake?”

An absurd idea came up in Cheng Liang’s mind. This thought drove him to look around. That’s right, in the depths of the ruins is a deeper lake. The algae on the ruins at the bottom of the lake stretched out, and the long strands stretched out to the lake, dense and dense like the gun forest of the army.

Orr, the undercurrent swept across.

The algae forest was swaying, and the sediment of the algae bottom was also rolled up. That is…

Chengliang Hanmao stand upside down.

Under the cold light, the pale face after another, the limbs fiddled with by the current, the white lotus faintly visible in the floating clothes.

It’s human!

Hundreds of white lotus cultivators engulfed by dense fog.

“The spell can be used!”

Several cheers suddenly sounded in my ears. Cheng Liang Xunsheng looked at it, and the gray light recurred on the copper lamp missing a corner in Guai Ying’s hand. Everyone around him has learned a lot, and all kinds of small spells are staged in the group for a while.

They were in ecstasy. What could be more exciting and reassuring than returning from a treacherous situation and their ability to rely on?

But Chengliang had hair on the back.

He knew very well that the previous spell failure was due to the ghost city and the city god. Now that the spell can be used and the ghost city is gone, what is Chenghuang doing?

He widened his eyes and looked in the direction of the city **** in his memory.

There seemed to be a faint shadow in the darkness. He opened his eyes to look more closely, but suddenly he noticed a little ghost fire of orchids emerging from behind the shadow. The ghost fire expanded rapidly and finally formed the appearance of a person. Immediately afterwards, the second, third, fourth… countless souls emerged one by one behind the shadow, and the gathered brilliance also illuminated the shadows that stood before them alive.

The wat head shoes, Jinxian crown, wearing a python robe, and a jade belt around the waist, look like a city **** in a temple.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Liang saw that the city **** led the ghosts, took a step forward, then held his hands, bowed, bowed his head, and bowed his head in the direction of his group with the ghosts behind him.

This worship caused Cheng Liang’s heart to beat violently, both because of surprise and fear.

The object of Chenghuang’s bow and worship would naturally not be him, nor would it be anyone around him, in other words, something behind him.

And what’s behind him?

He didn’t dare to look, his instinct desperately reminded him not to look back,

But soon he felt the cold on his back surge, and a thin mist climbed on his shoulders, wisps like fine algae in the deep waves, squirming and enclosing his face.

The inexplicable fear seemed to sneak into his body with the mist, clinging to his mind, forcing him to turn his head a little bit. At this moment, he only felt the unprecedented stiffness of his neck, as if every bit of rotation, the bones, meridians and even the blood vessels and skin were creaking.

Finally, he finally turned his head, and a mist of mist appeared in his dilated pupils.

In the mist…nothing?

Do not.

“Boom.”

At the intersection of water waves, fog and cold light, there was a sudden burst of drums.

Every drum seemed to hit a person’s heart, pressing the heart hard and then beating.

Immediately afterwards, a little wing pierced the mist, carved with mocking wind, painted with vermilion lacquer, then cornices, and then dougong… half of a luxurious building slowly emerged from the fog.

palace?

As soon as this thought arose from people’s minds, the mist suddenly subsided.

Little by little, all kinds of mist were exposed.

First there are countless banners and long banners, then hundreds of knights on horses in fresh clothes, pawns holding chains, all kinds of advocacy, then guards with bright armor, Gong E with fans, and praises. The servant of the lamp, and…

Chengliang pupils shrink.

…The crowds of people under the “palace”…no! The three-foot-long tongue is the hanged ghost, the white and swollen body is the drowned ghost, the skinny and the big belly is the hungry ghost, the empty above the neck is the beheaded ghost… The one pressed under the “palace” is unexpectedly It’s all evil spirits with a fierce appearance.

What palace is there? It is clearly a Luanyu that uses countless evil spirits as beasts and horses and wheels, and runs slowly with the cry of evil spirits!

Which sacred one is this? !

The cold light makes the waves faint, and the team is silent.

For no reason, Cheng Liang remembered a sentence said by the scholar:

Have you ever heard of the legend of Pingye City God?

There are some clues that have not yet been sorted out.

“The little **** Pingye Chenghuang Chen Jingdao, knocked on the god.”

The shouts of the ghosts are like a mountain whistling a tsunami, followed by them.

“Knock to Lord Taishan Mansion!”

…………………………

No matter how dull people are, it’s time to discover their own situation.

The Bailianjiao people, who were still cheering the moment before, were panicked like a group of ducks pinched by their necks.

Taishan Mansion, Emperor Dongyue, the **** of life and death in the world.

No matter how perverted evildoers are in the presence of this god, they have to be afraid, shut up and speechless for fear of causing disaster.

However, just at this moment, a voice that made the Bailian Sect people gritted their teeth suddenly sounded.

“Chen, the seventeenth-generation disciple of Longhushanzheng, under the seat of Emperor Beiyin, the capital of the capital, made a quick report to the living staff, Han Zhiwei, please play.”

The scholars held an imperial book, and the more they came out.

“Today, the White Lotus Sect uses demonic methods to mess up the world and torture the world. The bandit leader led the crowd to gather here to plot unruly and murder loyalty. Therefore, the ministers are invited to open a division of rewards and punishments here, and order the judges to weigh the crimes of the people here and make decisions. Good and evil.”

He bowed and worshiped again, with no sadness or joy on his face, but he was unavoidable in his heart. Tonight’s hard work, success or failure depends on this experience.

He still didn’t make him wait long.

There was a vague response from that Luangyu.

“allow!”

………………

Cheng Liang has already suffered from sore hands and feet, and his heart is numb.

That’s it for Chenghuangye, how come even the Lord Taishan Mansion has appeared!

He doesn’t doubt he has him.

With all the weirdness in the inn in the ghost town, everyone has already determined the identity of the city god. And if the Chenghuangye could lead a hundred ghosts to bow down, how could he be an imposter?

The former military general had been knocked down by horror, and his mind was blank. He didn’t even listen to what the scholar said.

Until the ear heard Bailian Zuozhu’s cry.

“go!”

The body then started to act, keeping up with the pace of the new master.

However.

It’s too late.

Their ending was doomed from the moment they stepped into this city ruins.

……………………

“Monarch Taishan is the leader of the world’s city gods. Every few decades, he will patrol the world’s city gods, sometimes rewarding goodness and punishing sins along the way. It stands to reason that the whereabouts of the gods are unpredictable, and it is almost impossible to encounter them. But somehow I was suspended in the underworld. , There are still some gossips. For example, Pingye’s city **** has gathered many dead souls, and the monarch will go through it no matter what, and the day the monarch visits is also the time when this ghost city is present…”

The scholar slowly explained the key points for the bearded two, but he didn’t worry about Bailianjiao’s movements. Sure enough, the Bailian Sect people didn’t run a few steps away, they were overtaken by the ghost soldiers carrying the iron ropes under the monarch’s command.

The chains in the hands of these ghost soldiers are quite strange. They are not used to tie people, but pass directly through the human body. It does not cause harm, but it seems to grow in the flesh, but the other end penetrates into the earth, and the person is firmly anchored in place. .

Everyone in the Bailian Sect knew that disaster was imminent. They all tried their best to attack ghost pawns and chains. However, whether it was a knife, axe, axe, or all kinds of spells, it was like the moon in the mirror, falling without a trace.

On the opposite side, another group of ghosts and gods left the honor guard and came slowly toward this side.

There are not many people, only four. All are robes with large sleeves, wearing a crown of Hachi and black cloth under the crown. This is different from a woman covering half of her face with a tulle, instead she uses a thick black cloth to cover her face tightly. Li Changan knew that it was not a veil used by living people, it was a “corpse curtain”, used to cover the remains of dead people when they morgue.

“It’s the judge of the Department of Rewarding and Punishing the Evil.”

The scholar explained in a low voice.

“They often weigh judgments with a scale. First, they take out the sin karma and the good fruit from the soul as weights, and separate the two ends of the scale. If the evil end is heavy, they will be punished; the good end will be rewarded. Look. …”

He signaled that their trial had begun.

The first person to be judged was the sad wind monk.

No matter how the opponent struggled and attacked, the judge remained unmoved. He held the balance in one hand and plunged directly into the monk’s chest with the other. When he took it back, there was a black weight in his hand.

He placed the weight on one end of the balance and said in a hoarse voice:

“Anti-incidental relationship.”

Then he continued to probe his hands. This time, it was a white code representing “good fruit”, which was placed on the other end of the scale.

“Release animals.”

it’s not finished yet.

“Huang [prostitution] is overwhelming.”

“Causes people’s hearts.”

…

Finally, of course.

“evil.”

“Punished his soul as a roof tile, and the wind has blown and been exposed to the sun for four hundred years.”

Then it was seen that the monk’s body fell loosely to the ground, while the judge had a blue tile in his hand.

He handed the tiles to the ghost **** next to him, and when he turned around, the next target he chose was Chengliang.

……………………

Cheng Liang felt that he was going crazy, no, he was already crazy!

“No, no! How could I die in a ghostly place if I haven’t made it to the top, and hasn’t gained prosperity and wealth?!”

He drew the epee and slashed the iron ropes frantically, but these iron ropes that clearly bound him tightly in place, the sword blades became phantoms and air when they were cut up.

“Cangqiang.”

Swinging the sword in vain again, the phantom through the iron cable fell on the side stone, and the broken stone bounced high with the dropped epee. He was sluggish for a moment, suddenly a bitter cold hit, and suddenly raised his head, the judge was close in front of him.

“Yes, that’s right!” Panic Chengliang finally remembered his identity, “I am a hundred households in the town fusi, and I still have Fulu and magical artifacts!”

He threw the Xie Xie Talisman, and the yellow talisman fell softly to the ground.

He turned out the gossip mirror, nothing was reflected on the gray mirror.

He took out another golden needle, which Yan Xinglie was willing to take a risk to seek, the “devil-passing needle” made of Buddha’s golden body as the guardian of the Zhenfu Secretary.

However, the golden needle from the electric shot pierced the judge, as if passing through a mass of air, sinking into the thick moss on the ground for nothing.

The judge had already raised the balance with one hand and grabbed Cheng Liang’s chest with the other.

Cheng Liangmu’s canthus was completely split, and the last hole card was used-the golden armor talisman that saved him twice tonight. It’s a pity that Jin Jiafu couldn’t save him the third time. I saw the judge’s hand pierced the golden armor phantom straight into his body.

“It hurts the public and the private.”

“Addict women.”

“Collaborate with the enemy and treason.”

“Conspiracy to harm people.”

…

All kinds of dying and struggling are useless, Cheng Liang can only scream hysterically, watching the judge pull out one black code from his body. Gradually, the end of the balance representing “good” rose up high, and the end of “evil” sank until the judge took out the last weight.

“Sell friends for glory.”

He finally got the final sentence.

“evil.”

“Punish his soul as a wick and burn it for 500 years.”

……………………

Perhaps it was the scholar’s relationship, or perhaps Li Changan did not act rashly, and the three of them were exempted from the treatment of piercing the clothes, but their life’s good and evil are inevitably weighed.

There were a few souls hooked in the White Lotus Sect over there, and a judge here dragged his big sleeve towards the three of them.

“You two don’t need to panic. The official of the underworld is no better than the official of the mortal world. As long as you don’t have a bad heart in your life, you are not more afraid of weighing the ghosts and gods.”

The scholar said with a smile.

“Since this attention is from me, then I will be the first to come!”

After all, he greeted the judge frankly, and opened his arms, allowing the judge to weigh his life’s crimes and karma.

“Stop **** and eliminate evil.”

The first weight was taken out, shimmering white.

The scholar grinned at the two of them, clearly saying: Look, it’s just like what I said…

Perhaps the judge could not understand his frivolous appearance, but the second weight was black.

“Play with your tongue.”

The scholar didn’t care, and blinked at the two of them leisurely.

However.

“Looking for a cup of lust.”

“Crazy and rude.”

…

A series of black codes made the end of the scale representing “evil” heavier and heavier, and also made the smile on the student’s face more and more rigid. Finally, one more came.

“Deceptive and idiotic.”

Just let the “evil” end of the balance sink to the bottom, and now he couldn’t smile a little bit, with cold sweat on his face.

Fortunately, the black codes have been exhausted, and the next ones are all white codes.

“Help the poor and the weak.”

“Anxious for justice.”

…

In the end, good and evil will be equal.

The scholar also got a good evaluation: “Ping.”

No prizes and no penalties.

He came back wiping his cold sweat, but the sweat was not wiped clean, and the person returned to a frivolous appearance, and said with a smile:

“A fluke, a fluke, I don’t want to come to the mansion without a bottle of wine.”

“You…”

Yan Xinglie smiled and shook his head. He didn’t say what was going on. He just replied:

“Yan, let’s be the second one.”

As he said, he had stepped out more and more, strode to the judge, first bowed his hands, and straightened his waist, allowing the judge to weigh the good and evil in his life.

“Dedicated to their duties.”

“A little bit of gold.”

“There is no way to kill.”

“In addition to violence.”

…

In the end, the beard got the only positive evaluation among the dozen players on the field so far.

“good.”

As for the reward, the judge didn’t announce it loudly, only whispered a few words in Beard’s ear, and then handed a paper letter. Although the Taoist priest was curious, he didn’t have the time to inquire, probably because the judge had turned his head and pointed the black cloth at him.

Finally it was Li Changan’s turn.

He looked at the judge approaching step by step, but couldn’t help frowning. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the trial, but that the person in front of him was too weird and a little disgusting.

The judge was in a weird posture when he stepped, only the toes touched the bottom, but the roots of the toes never fell. The whole person was light and fluttering, like a paper man being swept over by the wind. When I got close, I could see the gray and dry skin under the curtain of his corpse, as well as the smell of the corpse hidden in the smell of incense candles.

Standing in front of the Taoist priest, he raised his arms to reach Li Chang’an’s chest and abdomen. The cuffs fell with the movement, revealing dry skin, violent joints and black nails.

The Taoist priest subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch a chill.

Unexpectedly, the arm that the White Lotus Cultists couldn’t stop with all their energies was actually grabbed by him with his bare hands.

There was no uproar. The court seemed to have been quiet or dead for a few minutes before. Li Changan recovered from the short-term surprise, and said “bad” to himself, carefully sweeping the surrounding ghost officials, only to see a pair of pairs. The eyeballs faintly turned towards him, and the iron rope in his hand was rustling, and he was ready to move.

The Taoist smirked and hurriedly let go of the judge’s arm, resisting the urge to cut with a sword, turning his face to the point where he couldn’t see it, just like a child getting an injection.

But the judge didn’t continue the action from this, he just circled twice, stopped to say something quickly and anxiously towards the car, then bowed his head and listened for a while, and then left directly.

In any case, Li Changan breathed a sigh of relief, but he hadn’t exhaled his breath yet, and an accident happened on the side of the White Lotus Sect.

A blaze rose to the sky!

………………

The firework turned into a huge lotus flower that was constantly distorted and deformed, and the tongues of fire on the petals swallowed the faces of people who turned into fireworks.

In the center of the fire lotus, the left side of Bailian’s face is densely covered with blue veins, and his eyes are white and red like dripping blood.

As the first sect of the evil sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years, even if it is facing the gods, the White Lotus Sect also has cards to fight against it, such as the karma fire refined by the desires and sin karma of sentient beings.

This spell was originally used to fight against Taoist rituals, but now it hits the ghosts and gods, and it comes in handy.

However, Bai Lian Zuo Envoy was young after all, and his cultivation base was still shallow. To cast such a spell, it would inevitably require time for preparation and…firewood. The fire spread widely, not only a few careless ghosts were swallowed by the tongue of fire, but even the remaining White Lotus masters were also involved, and even their bodies and souls turned into flame fuel.

“Little Lord……”

The old man struggling to reach out to the left for help, his cultivation base was the highest, and the longer he burned.

But the left envoy Bai Lian didn’t even lift his eyelids. He tried his best to maintain the karma, found a gap, and wanted to run away. He didn’t have the guts to stay here, touching the tiger’s whiskers of the God of Tarzan, let alone the purpose of this trip has been achieved?

He hugged the Saint White Lotus in his arms tightly, and moved the flame to flee.

Can look up.

A Taoist man with short hair stopped in front, it was Li Changan.

“Looking for a dead end.”

Bai Lian left the envoy with a ferocious look and sneered in her heart. His karmic fire even fears ghosts and gods to avoid three points, even a mere mortal would dare to be a car?

Exactly! The situation is critical right now, and there is no time to find Yan Xinglie’s trouble, this Taoist priest himself sent him to the door, but he could slightly calm down his feelings of hatred.

He urged the karma to burn out the Taoist priest’s soul and body.

But in an instant.

A azure light shone like the Milky Way for nine days.

The vast sea of ​​fire immediately split into two.

“This can’t…”

Before the words of astonishment were finished, a fist with mud spots was already firmly printed on his face.

How fierce you come, how fast you can return!

The left ambassador Bailian flew back with a nosebleed, and the fire of karma without the master’s drive was also extinguished. Before the person fell to the ground, countless chains were already biting up, and in the blink of an eye they were worn into a cactus. The judges, who had been sluggish, changed their normals and swarmed up.

“Kill the innocent indiscriminately.”

“treachery.”

“Using sorcery.”

…

“evil.”

“Punish his soul as a shoe iron, trampling it on for 800 years day and night.”

…………

Seeing Bai Lian’s left fascination disappeared, Li Changan returned to the sheath. He flexed his sore wrist a few times, thinking that the young master of the White Lotus Sect was different, and the bridge of his nose was harder than normal.

He laughed a few times and looked at the field, only to realize that after the last effort of the left ambassador of the white lotus, the remaining masters of the white lotus cult was a dead end.

That is to say, overnight, among three people…no, to be precise, it was Han Zhiwei’s design, hundreds of White Lotus Sect masters and dozens of White Lotus Sect masters were all wiped out.

Looking at the judges who were leaving the court after completing the task, Li Changan couldn’t help but sigh, that the scholar’s “deception and idiot” was really not injustice.

Just when he thought it was this matter.

“Wait a minute.”

The scholar suddenly spoke and stopped a judge.

Facing the consulting glances from Beard and Taoist priests, the scholar gave a guilty complaint, then turned his head and said to the judge:

“Did the envoy miss anyone?”

As he said, he raised his hand, and what he pointed at was the sheep transformed by the Saint White Lotus.

I see!

Li Changan suddenly realized.

Dare to love this scholar’s idea of ​​killing two birds with one stone.

The Taoist priest almost forgot that this scholar was going to assassinate the White Lotus saint woman at first, but the two of them are highly skilled, and both are chivalrous generations, so it’s not easy to start. This time, everyone was led to this ghost city, one is to help Yan Xinglie get rid of the white lotus cultists, and the other is to take the opportunity to kill the white lotus saint.

When the judge heard this, he turned around and pointed his finger at the sheep.

The sheep’s body began to deform and swell.

“Snapped.”

The sheepskin cracked, and a beautiful and lovely person appeared. Large areas of delicate skin are dazzling white against the backdrop of the messy ruins. Except for the cracked sheepskin, there was nothing else to cover her whole body.

Yan Xinglie lowered his eyelids, don’t look at any indecent; Li Chang’an’s attire was only slightly cool, not to mention that this person was stuffed into the sheep’s clothing with his own hands at the beginning, and he didn’t care about it now; the scholar stared at him tightly, but only solemn in his eyes. , There is no evil.

The judge had floated up, raised the balance again, and leaned one hand to the saint’s chest.

Yan Xinglie caught the hilt of the sword, but the scholar seemed to be in the middle. After all, the bearded man was a bit more loyal, his lips squirmed for a while, and he didn’t say anything to stop him; and Li Changan was on the way. Do me a favor, and I’ll be watching the excitement next to me at the moment.

However, as soon as the judge’s finger touched the goddess, he retracted like an electric shock, and then returned to the convoy without looking back.

The beard breathed a sigh of relief; Li Changan was confused; the scholar said with regret:

“Sure enough.”

……………………

Early the next morning.

The rising sun casts a warm light on the clear sky after the rain.

Li Chang’an was still somewhat in a trance.

Rainy night, betrayal, fighting, ghost city, sword light and blood shadow, city gods desperate for life, palace monarch’s trial… This short night of grotesque scenes, inevitably makes people suddenly feel like a dream.

He stared at the lake in front of him dreamily.

Different from the clearness seen underwater last night, the rain at night brings a lot of sand and vegetation. The surface of the water is surging with layers of scum and scum, and the turbid waves spit out one after another, so white. Corpse.

“Msang Gong!”

Suddenly I heard a miserable howl in my ears.

The white lotus saint who had turned back into a human form staggered towards a luxuriously-dressed floating corpse in the water.

But half way, he was caught back mercilessly by Beard.

“You demon girl, I didn’t know how many people were killed in the past. Why do you have to be pretentious today?!”

The woman stared at the floating corpse in a daze, or the white lotus left envoy. After a long time, she turned her head a little bit to look at the beard. After a long time, her pretty face suddenly laughed, and she made me feel pitiful. Sad looking.

“Why is Uncle Yan Shi’s words so ruthless?”

Yan Xinglie frowned.

“Which is your uncle?! What kind of friendship is arbitrarily climbing!”

“Oh, it turns out that Uncle Shi doesn’t remember.” The saint’s eyebrows flowed like a hook, “I am Qinger, and you still took my name for me…”

The coldness on the bearded face gradually became unbelievable, and the huge body seemed to tremble slightly under the severe impact.

“Remember…”

Saint Bai Lian smiled cheerfully and viciously.

“Yes, I am the daughter of your best brother Li Kuiqi, Li Qing’er.”

“Chang.”

Yan Xinglie’s eyes were red, and he drew his sword out of its sheath.