Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again

Actually poured its bones with molten iron and cast a statue of it.

They sealed it in the stone statue with the most vicious spell, let it continue to guard the land for them, and every time they worship it, they will recite a curse, then burn incense to worship, and imprison it here, not to reincarnate and not to leave.

When spiritual power and merit are cursed and extracted, even if it has only the soul, it will hurt the lung. However, the most painful thing is the heart, the human it deeply loves. It is willing to do everything for them to protect their human beings. In the end, it is like this to it.

Looking at them, smiling and worshiping, kneeling in front of the bronze statue made of its bones, using the curse to extract its power to protect them, its heart

From then on, it will be dark forever.

"Damn, it's ungrateful to the extreme. What else can these people save? Kill them all." Listening to the weasel's bloody words, the five poisonous gases hardly hit one place.

I've seen immoral people, but I've never seen such immoral people.

If you don't feel grateful when others save you, you should imprison the corpse and curse every day. This heart is so black that you waste your life to be a man.

Zhang Cheng also looks very ugly. He slaps the stone beside him: "Damn, it's time to kill."

In such a move, it is impossible to judge whether it should be killed in law, and it is reasonable to die 10000 times.

"Calm down." Lingkong monk's face is also very ugly. He looks at the angry five poisons and Zhang Cheng. After looking at the hundreds of trapped villagers, Lingkong looks up in the direction of the weasel: "one side's words can't be decided. Yunmo elder sister, please wake up a few villagers and let them talk about it."

Cloud ink, with his back to Lingkong, nodded and raised his hand to the villagers. An old man with three children was sucked. Cloud ink looked at the weasel: "untie their curse."

The weasel looked at the old man with deep hatred, but he didn't hesitate at all. With a wave of his hand, he untied the curse around them and sneered, "let's make it clear."

Black resentment flashed, the old man and three children blinked, their eyes slowly recovered.

When the old man came back to his senses, he saw the cloud ink standing in front of him covered with cold. He was stunned: "I remember our village is not so handsome? Little girl, are you here to play? There's no fun in our backwater. You have to be careful by yourself. "

Subconsciously, he said something to Yun mo. later, the old genius felt that it was not right. He looked down at the place where he was standing and the place where he was cut by the five poisons sword. The old man said, "why am I here? I'm cooking at home. I... ouch, Lao chuntou, Xiao Li, what's the matter with you? Ah, what's going on? What's going on? Why is everyone here? This day, this day is not right, this... "

Finally, seeing the struggling villagers in the rear and the dark sky overhead, the old man panicked.

Cloud Mo looks at the old man who looks frightened, looks cold: "you..."

"Ah, what a beautiful Wong Tai Sin. Are you our patron saint Wong Tai Sin?" Cloud Mo just opened his mouth, one side of the three wake up children, the youngest one is afraid that only three or four years old little boy watching the direction of the weasel, suddenly surprised to open his mouth.

Cloud ink line of sight once sweep past, this little boy can see the weasel of resentment formation unexpectedly?

Floating in the air of the weasel, coldly looking at the bottom looking at its little boy, blood red eyes are murderous.

However, the child couldn't understand how to kill Qi at all. He took the two little friends and ran up to the front two steps. Standing under the floating body of the weasel, Putong knelt down on the ground and worshipped the weasel: "Huang Daxian, Hello, my name is Xiaobao. I burn incense for you every year. Do you remember me?"

The other two children looked at Xiaobao and looked excited: "Xiaobao, do you really see Huang Daxian? Mother said that Wong Tai Sin has not been out for hundreds of years

"I know. My father said that Wong Tai Hsien had died to protect us. He must have gone to cultivate immortals for more than 100 years. Now he has finally become an immortal and come to see us. Xiaobao, Xiaobao, what does Wong Tai Hsien look like? Tell us quickly."

Xiaobao, who didn't learn how to kneel, looked up at the floating weasel with a smile: "Wong Tai Sin is beautiful. It's so big. His whole body is as golden as the sun in the sky. It's beautiful."

Golden as the sun?

When yunmo heard Xiaobao's description of the weasel, his gloomy face calmed down. If it wasn't for the pure and good soul, he couldn't see the weasel in the form of resentment. Moreover, he didn't see that the weasel was covered with black resentment, only saw the golden merit in the bone. The child gave full faith and love to the weasel, That's the perspective.

Cloud ink looked at the floating weasel, its eyes are still full of resentment, just swept Xiaobao and other children, the resentment vaguely revealed a bit of tangle, but also quickly submerged in the strong resentment.

Cloud Mo is not in a hurry to ask.

At this time, the shocked and flustered old man heard Xiaobao and the other three children's words, and they rushed to Xiaobao. He hugged Xiaobao excitedly and said, "Xiaobao, what do you say? You saw Huang Daxian, really or not?"

Xiaobao raised his finger to the weasel floating overhead: "really, it's here."

The old man's fear was replaced by ecstasy. He banged his head in the direction of the weasel: "Wong Tai Sin, I knew you would come back. You always appear when we are in the most dangerous situation. You have been guarding us. Da Xian, please help the villagers. They don't know what's going on. It's strange. Da Xian, please help them."

Relying on the five poisons sitting on the big stone, Wen Yan couldn't help it any more. He said sarcastically with a scornful face: "how do you mean to ask for help from it

The old man was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously, "why am I embarrassed to ask for help from the immortal? It's our patron saint."

"Ha ha ha..." in his voice, a laughter full of strong irony and resentment suddenly came out of the air. The weasel slowly showed his figure in the old man's eyes, and his blood red eyes almost dripped blood to hate the old man: "patron saint? Ha ha ha, do you want to protect your God even when you die? It's ridiculous that you do such a thing,

I have the face to ask me to help you today. Help? No, I'm going to kill all of you. "

In the sound of bloody laughter, the weasel clawed at the old man.

Cloud Mo raised his hand and waved the weasel to attack the old man's paw: "no hurry." He turned to look at the old man.

The old man looked at the weasel, who showed his body in mid air. After a moment of stupefaction, he stepped back two steps: "you are not our Wong Tai Sin, you are black, our patron saint is yellow, you are not."

"Grandfather village head, it's yellow, but it's beautiful yellow." Xiaobao looks up at the shocked village head with a puzzled face. It's yellow, but it's black.

"Yellow? It's impossible. It's all black, and its eyes are still blood red. It's terrible. No, it's not. " The village head only looked at the eyes of the weasel, and was scared by the resentment and murderous spirit inside, so he did not dare to look at it.

Xiaobao's face was puzzled: "it's not terrible. The immortal is so beautiful. His eyes are like blue gems. They are blue. I know them. How can you not recognize the color of the village head's grandfather?"

After that, he reached out and touched the body of the weasel. However, because he was too small to touch, he could only touch the position of the weasel's feet. However, Xiaobao stood there with his hands raised, as if he had touched the weasel's feet. He was very happy.

"Blue?" The frightened village head was stunned: "our ancestor's appearance is yellow and blue eyes, but it is clearly black."

"Want to know why it turns black?" Yunmo suddenly cuts in.

The village head turns his head and looks at yunmo fiercely, with a look of surprise and doubt: "do you know?"

"No, I don't know. You know it yourself." Cloud Mo face expressionless looking at the village head, a wave of hand to break the black gas behind the hill spread, revealing a ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is not the ancestral temple in an ordinary village, but the ancestral hall of Wong Tai Sin, which is full of weasel patterns.

Inside, a statue of a weasel was cast with molten iron. The incense in front of the statue was very rich. Although it has been extinguished, there are incense candles and ashes everywhere. You can see the usual grand occasion.

The village head was surprised by Yun Mo's method, but the first thing he noticed was the situation in the ancestral hall: "how did the incense go out? The incense in the ancestral hall of the great immortal must not be put out. "

Then, regardless of the situation around him, he rushed into the ancestral hall to light the incense and knelt down respectfully: "the bone fire burns all around me, protects the common people, returns my wish, protects the town." Voice down, hands holding incense in front of the chest painted a five petal flower pattern, and then stand up and put incense into the censer.

"Hiss..." in his hand incense inserted when the mouth, floating in the air of the weasel suddenly gently tore a, resentment gathered body slightly shaking.

"The village head grandfather, the immortal is very painful. Don't put in incense." Standing under the weasel's body, Xiao Bao raised his hand and suddenly cried to the old man.

The old man, the village head, was startled by the sudden scream. As soon as his wrist shook, he pulled up the incense again.

As he pulled up the incense, the shaking weasel was calm again.

Coldly looking at all this cloud ink, at this time finally moved.

Walking slowly to the ancestral hall, he reached for the incense in the hand of the old man's village head. Yun Mo sneered: "the curse of the soul, the shadow pattern of Datura flower, it's really your own work."

Zhang Cheng, one of the five poisons, saw that there was something else he didn't understand. The five poisons, who were most jealous of evil, ran directly to the village head. He pushed away the village head and said, "you are really a group of animals inferior to pigs and dogs. It's not enough for you to die. You have to scratch your skin and cramp your bones, And then take out a little bit of its soul to protect you, right? It's disgusting.

You might as well die early if you are alive. This is also the weasel. If it were me, I would have destroyed the ashes of your ancestors for 18 generations. I'm going to save you today. I'm going to save pigs and dogs. I won't save you animals. "

"I don't want any more points for this game." Zhang Cheng directly smashed his fist on the stone, rolled up his sleeve and came to the weasel: "say, how do you want to revenge? I'll do it for you. "

Lingkong little monk shakes his head, goes to smash the iron statue of the weasel made of molten iron, and takes out a mahogany box from the center, in which there is a bone and a weasel's skull.

With a silent sigh, Lingkong monk stroked the skull and recited the Sutra gently.

Seeing this, the old man, the village head, was shocked and frightened. He got up from the ground and rushed to Lingkong. He almost collapsed and roared: "you dare to destroy the sculpture of Huang Daxian. Why do you do this? We never know each other. Why do you destroy our statue? You... You will destroy Wong Tai Sin to become an immortal. You... "

Lingkong stretched out his hand and waved away the village head with a light look: "Cheng Xian? It's so suppressed and cursed by you every day. It's not dead. It's good enough. Why do you pretend to be in front of us? "

The village head who came to him was waved back by Lingkong. Instead of fighting back, he suddenly opened his eyes and was shocked: "what suppression and curse? We didn't

The five poisons sneered: "the curse of the soul, the blood of the soul, so that it can't enter the reincarnation, trapped here for generations. Datura flower shade pattern absorbs the merits and spiritual power of the oppressor to nourish itself. You didn't. did we do that? "

Raising his hand, Wu Du pointed to the weasel floating in the air: "do you know why it is black? It's because of resentment and hatred that it protects you from death, but you will not let it go until you die. The curse of weeping bones and soul takes turns.

He is black, that is because it is a form of resentment, it has no way to condense into entity, can only rely on year after year, day after day of resentment condensation form. Look at the black air all over the sky, look at the thick clouds, it's all resentment, it's all hatred, it's all the outrage you've been doing to it for hundreds of years. "

"No, no, it's not like this, it's not like this, we didn't suppress, we didn't curse..." when the village head heard this, he stepped back uncontrollably, almost fell to the ground, looking very flustered.

"Not willing to believe it?" Cloud Mo looked down at the village head who was sitting on the ground and waved to the villagers who were tied in the distance: "then you can see the power of the words you say every day."

With a wave, the hundreds of villagers came back to their senses. Before they could be surprised, Zhang Cheng ordered the flag to chop directly, and hundreds of men's little fingers were cut off the previous quarter.