The God and Buddha are actually me

In the afternoon, everyone entered Chenjiacun.

It was a mess as far as the eye could see.

In some places, you can still see the bacon dried by the villagers and the tiger head hats of children, but now they are mixed with the soil and become filthy.

Apart from the dilapidated corners of the houses, the most common thing seen are medicinal materials.

People in Chenjia Village have made a living by collecting medicinal herbs for generations, and they sell them in the town down the mountain every other month. Because of their excellent quality, they have attracted many medicine dealers.

However, an earthquake destroyed everything.

Zhang Jiuyang can still see the cracks on the ground, winding like snakes, and dried up like scars under the sun.

The village was not big, so they walked around and found that they did not encounter any evil spirits.

The surroundings were eerily calm, as if they couldn't even hear the wind.

"It's daytime now, let's wait until night."

Yue Ling randomly chose a house that was not that shabby, walked into the house, and saw a slightly swaying Taishi chair.

This scene is very strange. There is obviously no one in the room and the village is completely silent, but the Grand Master's chair is shaking slightly, as if someone is resting on it.

Yue Ling showed no fear. He sat on the Grand Master's chair with a golden sword, and the chair made a muffled sound under the weight of his heavy armor.

"Recuperate your spirit first. When night comes, the evil spirits will naturally come out."

There is something strange about this village. Neither her Dharma Eyes nor Qintian Prison's compass can find the evil spirit.

Therefore, she chose to recharge her batteries and wait for work.

Blind Lin spent so much effort just to get Zhang Jiuyang to come to Chenjiacun. Now that he is here, the other party will never remain indifferent.

Lao Gao and Luo Ping cooperated tacitly. They jointly arranged many red lines around the place and hung several bells with scriptures painted on them.

"These red lines are soaked in cockscomb blood and have been exposed to the sun for seven days. They are full of yang energy. They are no different to ordinary people, but if evil spirits touch them..."

Lao Gao made a gesture on his neck and said with a smile: "It's no different from an ordinary person touching a knife."

"As for this bell, it is specially made by our Heavenly Supervisor. It can give early warning when evil spirits are coming. These two things are necessary for setting up camp."

Zhang Jiuyang silently remembered it in his heart. It was not in vain, and he learned another trick.

Especially the cockscomb blood, Li Shizhen once recorded in "Compendium of Materia Medica", "The cockscomb blood is the essence of the chicken, and it comes from heaven. The elixir is the yang in the yang, and it can ward off evil spirits, so it can cure evil and anger. Diseases."

The rooster's blood can ward off evil spirits, and the rooster's comb blood is even more domineering and full of pure Yang energy. It can play a great role in consecrating evil spirits and feng shui to ward off evil spirits.

Even little Ali showed fear, looking at the red line from a distance, not daring to step forward at all.

She burped and rubbed her belly, then her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she fell asleep in Zhang Jiuyang's arms.

"Stay closer to me."

Zhang Jiuyang was just about to find a place to rest when he heard Yue Ling's voice. He realized that he was talking about himself, so he hugged Ah Li and came to sit next to her.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and fell into meditation, and began to cultivate his spirit. As expected, tonight would be very difficult.

Yue Ling closed her eyes and breathed more evenly, as if she was asleep, but she pressed one hand on the handle of the Longque knife and never let go.

Lao Gao on the side winked at Luo Ping, chuckled, and said in a low voice: "There's something fishy."

Luo Ping asked in confusion: "What's so fishy? Is there something evil?"

He quickly clenched the silver gun in his hand.

"It's not evil, there's something wrong with those two people."

Lao Gao smiled like a veteran and said, "Look at them, do they look like a family of three?"

Luo Ping was stunned for a moment. He was about to refute, but found that... it was really like that.

Yuetou is heroic and beautiful, while Ninth Brother is handsome and has an extraordinary bearing. He can be called a talented man and a beautiful girl, a golden boy and a beautiful girl.

Although little Ah Li is a ghost, she is well-behaved and cute, like their daughter.

It's just that he can't accept it for a while. A woman like Yuetou can also be moved by mortal hearts?

He thought it was too inconsistent to imagine the little bird in Yue Tou clinging to him, caring for his husband and raising his son.

Lao Gao seemed to see what he was thinking, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "If one day, even Yue Tou can take off his armor and return to the fields and marry as a wife, then it means that the world is really stable. , no more evil spirits.”

"By then, I, Lao Gao, will be able to marry a wife, have a baby, eat ten bowls of rice every day, and go to a brothel when I'm tired."

"By the way, you are a stupid kid. If you haven't married a wife by then, I will introduce you to one..."

Luo Ping was startled, with a hint of longing in his eyes.

"Will there ever be a day?"

"Of course."

Luo Ping plucked up the courage, a shy smile appeared on his childish face, and said: "I like... the kind with long hair, gentle and gentle..."

The expert laughed loudly and said: "It's not easy, I finally got out what's in your heart!"

Luo Ping suddenly became angry and turned his face away, ignoring him, sulking alone.

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Time passed little by little, and the room returned to calm, and the sound of even breathing gradually sounded.

Today, we were walking over mountains and ridges, and we were very nervous. Everyone was a little tired, and they all gradually fell asleep. Even Luo Ping, who was sulking, lowered his head while holding his spear.

Lao Gao was originally responsible for guarding, but for some reason, he also felt sleepy. After resisting with difficulty for a while, he finally snored against the wall.

After sleeping, it's night.

When the last ray of sunlight fell, the ruined village was gradually shrouded in the night, and red lights lit up one after another. It seemed that some strange changes had taken place in the village.

Dinglingling!

The bell hanging on the red line suddenly rang, waking up Zhang Jiuyang from his sleep, and subconsciously grasped the sword that killed the ghost beside him.

He was a little surprised. He was just resting his eyes, how could he fall asleep unknowingly?

"Everyone, stay alert and be ready to fight at any time."

Yue Ling stood with a knife in hand, her cold eyes slightly fixed, looking at the rooms around her.

Zhang Jiuyang looked along her line of sight and was stunned.

I saw that the house, which was still a ruin during the day, has now returned to normal, with many furnitures placed, full of life.

Lao Gao and Luo Ping also took a breath, not understanding what happened during the time they slept.

At the door, two red lanterns fluttered slightly.

A sound of footsteps sounded, accompanied by a faint whistle, getting closer and closer.

Everyone suddenly felt like they were facing a great enemy.

Zhang Jiuyang asked A Li to return to the Yin puppet temporarily to act as an ambush, and then he stood shoulder to shoulder with Yue Ling with a sword, staring at the door with his eyes, and touched the box behind him with his other hand.

Finally, the footsteps stopped, and two figures appeared at the door, one old and one young. The old man's face was illuminated by the red lantern, and his face was full of wrinkles. He led a little boy wearing a tiger hat.

The little boy was playing with a bone whistle.

The old man was not surprised to see everyone, but smiled, led the child and said: "You are awake, hungry, there are still some at home-"

Before he finished speaking, they walked to the red lines soaked with chicken comb blood, turned a blind eye, and then their bodies were directly cut into several pieces, turning into minced meat.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed, and he was about to say something but was stopped by Yue Ling's wave.

After a few breaths, the footsteps outside the door sounded again, and the familiar whistle appeared again.

The old man and the child came over again, with the same smile and the same conversation as before.

They stepped on their own bones and flesh, but with warm smiles on their faces.

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