I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1603 How many ghosts are there

"Haha... You old thieves are bald. Because of your large number of people, you have bullied the poor Taoist. Isn't it just that there are more people? There are not many poor Taoists, but there are a few ghosts. Have you seen them? The first is your end, and it won’t be long before you will be like them, becoming poor murderous puppets, haha..."

The masked old Taoist held the devil's trick in his hand, a look of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he laughed wantonly.

"Amitabha..." Monk Huikong took a deep breath, and glanced at the seven or eight fierce ghosts standing beside the masked old Taoist priest. Even if he was such a high-level monk, he couldn't help being timid, like him Such monks have already seen through life and death. For them, death is a kind of relief, and they can go to the Western Paradise early. But after death, their souls will be taken into the trap of evil ghosts, and they will not enter the six realms of reincarnation. , wear down the will, and have to be washed by the evil wind all day long, so that his soul becomes extremely fierce and becomes a murderous puppet controlled by others. I can't accept such a thing. This evil ghost recruited a child, and his whole life of practice was in vain.

Not only Master Huikong showed a frightened look, but Huiming and Monk Huicong were also taken aback. Earlier, Old Liu Tou had reminded Monk Huicong that the masked old Taoist had an evil ghost in his hand. I didn't take this matter to heart, but I never expected that so many souls were imprisoned in this evil ghost's move, and they were all masters with deep cultivation in their lifetime. The three of them fought against Nameng The old masked Taoist only had a slight advantage. At this moment, the old masked Taoist suddenly released so many murderous soul assistants. With only a few of them, how could they be the opponent of the masked old Taoist?
"Daoist...Your sins are too serious, killing people is fine, why bother to imprison other people's souls, this is karma, after death, you will go to endless hell and suffer thousands of tortures, the Buddhists have a saying : Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha right away. It's still too late for you to turn around now. The poor monk advises you to put down the butcher's knife in your hand earlier and do more good deeds. Maybe you can offset part of your sins. After death, your soul will not suffer so much. .”

Monk Huikong clasped his hands together and said frankly and regretfully.

Old Liu Tou who was not far away also saw such a terrifying scene, his face turned pale with fright, he never thought that so many vicious souls would be imprisoned in this masked and experienced ghost trick, so he couldn't help swallowing hard saliva.

Just when Old Liu was in a daze, a hand suddenly put on Old Liu's body, which startled him. Old Liu turned around and saw that Wu Feng had recovered a lot, and he was looking at him solemnly. Not far away are the masked old Taoist monk Huikong and others.

"Uncle Liu... It seems that today we are in danger, this demon is too powerful, ten times more difficult to deal with than Qingxu Yaodao and Weng Cai combined." Wu Feng said with some despair.

"En." Old Liu replied, and sighed: "It seems that the old man is wrong. Master Huikong and the others should not be allowed to come. My old bones will die as soon as they are dead. I have harmed them again today. I am really sorry." It should."

Wu Feng's hand tightly grasped Old Liu's arm, and suddenly he reached out and took out the Maoshan Emperor Bell, the Corpse Ruler, and a tight cloth bag wrapped in silk. The corpse mirror from Lide was stuffed into Old Liu's hands.

(End of this chapter)