The temptation of the wizard

Meng Chuxue uttered his contempt.

Lu Zhongquan suddenly whispered, there was a faint candlelight in front of him.

The three of them approached a little and found that it was a rather dilapidated witch temple. There was a large stone in front of the temple, and some vines were crawling on it. Three big scarlet characters were faintly visible on it, which was "Houtu Temple".

Two red lanterns hung in the corridor in front of the door, swaying in the wind.

"Houtu Temple, I feel so intimacy, so I can just take a rest." Megatron was slightly overjoyed, and he was about to knock on the door with his horse, but was held by Lu Zhongquan. He said solemnly, "Big master, we dart , I would rather sleep in a barren tomb than in an ancient temple, why did you forget?"

Megatron looked around and said, "It looks a little bit old here, but there are still lanterns on the door, which means that it is not an ancient temple. There should be a host. This place in southern Xinjiang is guarded in the deep mountains to practice alone. There are also a lot of witches, the boss must not be too sensitive."

Suddenly the mountain breeze roared, a muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and the dark clouds gathered quickly, as if it were about to rain.

Meng Chuxue ran to the door in a smoke, took out the willow leaf water and said, "The last time the brother bought half of the willow leaf water, we are a real martial artist, so don’t worry too much, boss, look, it’s going to rain. I can’t hurry."

Lu Zhongquan looked at the sky. The crescent moon was already covered by dark clouds, and the mountains were pitch black. It was not suitable for driving. If it rained again, the situation would be really bad, so he agreed to knock on the door.

Megatron's words are right, there are indeed some hidden witches in the mountains of southern Xinjiang who are practicing alone.

After a while, heavy rain poured down, and the mottled door of the temple opened with a creak. A maiden behind the door held a lantern and asked, "Who are you?"

The witch was tall, dressed in white, with her hair hanging down her shoulders. Under the candlelight, she had a beautiful face and fair skin. She was indeed a rare and beautiful woman.

Lu Zhongquan and Megatron couldn't help but look at her more.

Meng Chuxue clasped a fist and said: "We are the guards who are passing by. We are going to Ailao Town, but the rain is rushing outside, and it is difficult to walk. We want to rest in the temple and leave at dawn. Please take the lead for your convenience."

The witch carried the lantern and took pictures of the three men’s faces one by one, and finally stopped in front of Megatron, and then said after a while: "My son, have you felt unwell these days?"

All three were taken aback for a moment, and Megatron said hurriedly: "How about the host...difficult...Is it evil?"

The witch calmly said: "You are carrying a corpse."

Megatron stiffened, sweating like rain.

Meng Chuxue quickly wiped the water from the willow leaves in her eyes and looked intently, and she saw that Megatron was lying on her back with a withered old woman. She was roaring at the witch with her mouth full of shark teeth, which seemed to be warning the witch not to destroy it. Good thing.

"Mom!" Meng Chuxue was so scared that she jumped back two feet away, holding the hilt in her hand.

Megatron was even more shocked, his face pale.

A corpse is a ghost that likes to lie on people’s backs and inhale the spirits. They often pretend to be good-hearted people who pretend to be old women and grandfathers who cheat by the roadside pits. They ask people to carry them back home, and they are entangled when they are carried on their backs. On it.

"Let's take a look." Lu Zhongquan grabbed the willow leaf water in Meng Chuxue's hand and opened his ghost eyes. He shivered with fright, and said in amazement: "It turns out that the body is like this."

"..." Megatron trembled.

The witch waved the lantern in her hand, and the ferocious corpse was knocked down to the ground, suddenly turned into a bone, and rushed towards the witch.

"Chi!" With a stroke of the witch's sword, the earth-colored aura flashed, cutting the corpse in half and dissipating.

"Come in." She turned straight, picked up the oil paper umbrella by the door and walked to the main hall cabin. The three guards quickly followed.

Lu Zhongquan led the old yellow horse to a thatched hut and bolted it up. When he arrived at the main house, he saw that the witch had brought Megatron and Meng Chuxue to a paved guest room on the second floor and lit an oil lamp.

There was a faint musty smell in the room, the wooden bed in the guest room was also covered with a layer of dust, and several wooden boards were nailed to the windows. The wind and rain poured in, and it was cool, making the bean fire of the oil lamp sway left and right.

"The small temple on the barren hills has very few guests, so I usually neglect to clean it, please do it yourself." The witch left with the lantern after she said it.

Megatron was shocked and yelled: "Isn't it said that a martial artist has a body of innocent energy and won't be surrounded by ghosts? Why can the corpse wrap me around?"

The boss groaned: "Negative corpse inhaling essence is a relatively slow process. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that there is no strong confrontation with True Qi, so you can't notice it."

Meng Chuxue stayed far away from Megatron, and said apologetically: "So you really are not feeling well, I thought it was an excuse."

"Yes..." Megatron almost said it was an excuse, anyhow he held it back, and said in doubt: "I haven't carried the old woman on my back these days!"

"Maybe this corpse is smarter." The boss said as he wiped the wooden bed with a rag.

Megatron no longer struggled when he heard the words, and said with emotion: "Fortunately, I met the witch."

The boss cleaned the bed board, and the three of them sat on the bed with their backs against the wall and closed their eyes.

The wind and rain were still outside the window, and thunder bursts.

Megatron suddenly felt fragrant and itchy, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a white scarf stuck to his face, and a slim figure stood faintly in front of him.

He stretched out his hand to take down the scarf, and saw Zhu Yuntai standing in front of her in a white shirt and red dress-she was so beautiful and graceful, exuding a sacred and soft radiance.

She stretched out her right hand and chuckled softly: "Master, follow me."

Megatron's mind was agitated, and she placed her right hand on her palm, but she felt her skin was slippery and her heart was rippling.

He followed the witch downstairs step by step to the statue of Houtu. He saw two red candles lit on the incense table and a large paper-cut "" on the tabletop.

There was a trace of desire in the maiden's beautiful eyes, and she lightly opened her lips and said: "My son, can we get married?"

Megatron trembled.

Happiness came too suddenly, and my head grew faint.

"Good... good!"

Chapter 35 The ancestor's obsession is to marry

"Worship the world."

"Second worship gods and ghosts."

The Miko and Megatron held hands, and smiled softly, with a happy face.

Boom

The thunderstorm outside the house, thunder light illuminates the hall.

The red candles on the incense table burned tenaciously in the wind, like two Ximo dancers twisting their waists.

The witch was about to call her husband and wife to worship, and suddenly heard a sharp voice shouting: "No, I don't agree!"

A ray of remnant soul floated from the rain curtain, it was the hideous Shaxi. She shouted to the witch, "Auntie, you can't follow him, you want to avenge me!"

The witch suddenly turned her head, a fierce light flashed in her eyes, and a sudden roar, the Bone Phantom enveloped Shaxi, and wanted to eat her appearance in one bite.

"Auntie..." Shaxi was shocked and retreated into the rain.

The witch snorted coldly: "If you want revenge on your own, I have to marry someone, and I want to fall in love. Whoever dares to stop me will kill anyone!"

Shaxi wanted to cry without tears, and screamed miserably: "Auntie, you can't do this. I used my blood and soul to cast seven great hates to wake you from sleeping, and use the taboo array to unlock your seal. Now I only have one strand left. The remnant soul will be wiped out in three days, just to witness Zhu Yuntai's tragic death in front of me, auntie, you can't just walk with people, you can't treat me like this..."