After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

It's a paper man!

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, and a burst of anger ignited in her heart, and she immediately threw the paper figurine in front of her to the ground!

Just as he was about to use his sword, when he met this dead face, he stopped abruptly.

The owner of the coffin shop said that they should not be angry.

Qiao Wan stood up silently, lifted "Meng Canglang" on the ground, and patted the ashes on its body by the way.

She didn't expect to flatter these paper figures and ask them to help, she just hoped that they wouldn't cause more trouble.

There was a dead silence outside the temple gate.

Everyone was stunned and looked into the barrier subconsciously.

…

Can't get out.

Meng Canglang was leaning against the barrier, looked up at the Bodhisattva statue in the depths of the lights, and pursed his lips, unable to say what he felt in his heart.

There is fear.

People would be afraid under such circumstances, even Meng Canglang himself was no exception.

But in addition to this fear, there is peace of mind.

At least he did what he said and sent everyone else out.

Although it is known as the Canglang Sword, Meng Canglang has never considered himself a genius.

Meng Canglang, known as the Sword of the Gentleman of Confucianism, was also an ordinary boy who stepped on the beach with bare feet and lived in a small fishing village when he was a child. By chance, he entered the Chongde Ancient Garden. A mortal with a little dark and a little accent, he has always grown up to be gentle, courteous, courteous, prudent and polite, and can deceive the hearts of countless nuns and girls.

Meng Canglang paid a lot more than ordinary people.

As a Confucian institution of higher learning in the cultivation world, Chongde Ancient Garden basically adopts a stocking strategy for its disciples, quality-oriented education, and allows the disciples to figure out what they like to do.

After class, Meng Canglang sat in the lecture hall reading a book when the rest of his classmates went to wave.

Get up every day before dawn to practice swords.

In the point of not loving sleep, he is basically the same as Qiao Wan.

Talent is not enough, work hard to make it up.

However, unlike Qiao Wan, Meng Canglang has talent, not only talent, but also hard work. After years and months, I finally cultivated myself into a brutal character of the academic tyrant level.

On the way from the introduction of Qi into the body to the present, I have encountered many dangers, and I have also been dying.

Every time this time, he would tell himself to hold on.

The young man's voice was clear and low: "Come!"

The blue giant sword started again, and the sword light swayed, aiming at the centipede Bodhisattva statue in the depths of the light.

Next, it is his battle alone!

As the lights flickered, the Bodhisattva held the wipe and smiled, turned his arms again like a locust shooting star, and charged straight up.

A splatter of blood!

Fang Lingqing exclaimed in a hoarse voice, "Brother Meng!"

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the enchantment at the door. He could only open his eyes wide. Seeing the straight back of the young man, he rushed to the deepest part of the temple without hesitation!

Qiao Wan touched the enchantment that had been restored to its original state.

Reason tells Qiao Wan that she can't break it, but there must be another way.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips.

The Three Religion Dharma Conference is a way for the disciples of the three religions to compare and compete. Most of the participants are elite disciples from various sects. The lives of people in the cultivation world are worthless and worthless, but it is impossible to be so cruel. With the character of the senior, it is impossible to arrange such a brutal competition.

Something must have gone wrong in the middle.

She is going to contact the senior.

Meng Canglang was still imprisoned here. Qiao Wan did not dare to waste any time. She immediately gathered her consciousness and tried to switch back to the large size. As soon as she tried, her brain throbbed, as if it had exploded. He spat out another mouthful of blood.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and immediately understood what was going on.

When she tried to invade that thing in the temple, her consciousness was attacked.

I can't contact the Great Hall of Light, what can I do next?

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, confused.

To escape from death, everyone used all their strength, leaning outside the barrier and panting heavily.

Recalling the **** killing just now, I shivered again and again.

too terrifying.

They...they don't want to go in anymore! I don't even want to face that **** anymore.

Fang Lingqing asked in despair, "Lu Cixian, can you still break it open?"

Qiao Wan pursed her lips silently and shook her head.

She knows her own abilities, and it will undoubtedly be a waste of time to smash it at this time.

In addition to divine consciousness, is there any other way to contact the Great Hall of Light.

"Du Sheng Hua." Liu Xinwen coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood and said weakly, "Du Sheng Hua. Since the conditions for clearing this Dharma meeting are Du Sheng Hua, if you get Du Sheng Hua, the Great Hall of Light will definitely contact us. "

Since they can't contact the Great Bright Hall, let the Great Bright Hall take the initiative to contact them.

Liu Xinwen's eyes were complicated: "I believe that Fellow Daoist Meng will be able to support the Great Hall of Light."

That being said, Liu Xinwen had no idea whether Meng Canglang could hold on.

Glancing at the sky, Liu Xinwen coughed up another mouthful of blood and said, "It's coming soon, Dushenghua is about to bloom."

"Then the troops will be divided into two groups." Qiao Wan said, "One group of people will go to Du Shenghua, and the other group will return along the original road of the ghost city to see if they can contact the Great Hall of Light."

It happened to experience a frightening moment in the temple, and many people were unwilling to move on.

However, at the moment when he was about to leave, Qiao Wan suddenly discovered a problem.

Their soul fragrance is not enough!

Before, in the temple, I was watching how to escape. Who still cares about the soul incense and the dharma meeting?

Gathered the soul incense on everyone's body, and counted, except for the one that was thrown in the temple and the one that was trampled into two, there were only three in total.

"Fuck." Who knows who gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice.

Looking at the broken soul incense in front of him, there is a sense of sadness and absurdity in my heart.

They are fighting to the death just for this thing? !

In the end, there were only three pieces left! This simply can't support them going to the town of lights.

Especially before Qiao Wan had time to get it, the thing in the temple began to turn her arms and slaughter the beasts. She didn't have one on her.

Fang Lingqing's face changed slightly.

With just these few incense sticks, he didn't believe anyone present would willingly give it up.

"Break it apart."

In the crowd, a hoarse male voice suddenly appeared.

Joe looked up.

The one who spoke was an unfamiliar teenager, his face covered with blood and human tissue.

The young man looked down at the three blood-stained soul incense sticks in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Break it apart, one and a half, maybe there is still a chance. Everyone managed to escape, and this soul incense should belong to the big guys. shared."

"Meng Daoyou is still waiting, you can't delay."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and after half a second, other echoing voices sounded one after another.

"Break it apart."

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Meng is still waiting."

Qiao Wan raised her head and looked around at the people with different expressions in front of her. Everyone was tired and had all kinds of meat and blood on their bodies.

After a pause, he decisively broke the three incense sticks in front of him into eight parts.

That's enough.

Wang Ruyi waved his hand and said, "I don't need this."

She had been dead for a hundred and eighteen years, and this soul incense is for living people, she doesn't need it.

Besides Yan Guanshi, this was the first time she had gotten so close to these monks.

Wang Ruyi looked at all this in front of him with novelty.

She had no spiritual power before her death, and the whole family had no spiritual power.

Every day, I live in the beautiful backyard, wake up early to greet her mother, and together with her mother, she spurns her father's new aunt, and then plays the piano, embroiders and so on. Although the backyard is beautiful, there is no shortage of rockeries and lakes, but if you look at it too much, you will be lonely.

She would often board the stone boat in the pond in the backyard, watching the waves in the pond and imagining that one day she would actually be able to go out to sea in a boat.

I heard that in far, far places, there are monks' treasure ships that can fly in the sky.

If nothing else, she would spend her whole life changing from the stone boat in her backyard to the stone boat in her husband's backyard. But she guessed the beginning, but didn't guess the ending. In her whole life, she actually transferred from the stone boat in her backyard to the crevice in the wall==

I have always had some inexplicable imaginations about monks. Now, when I look at them, Wang Ruyi said: It turns out that this is a monk, and he is also afraid of death.

At this moment, there was a sudden scream from the crowd.

"Friend Lu, your wrist?!"

Qiao Wan immediately looked down and saw that a small hand pattern appeared on her wrist at some point. It was as big as a baby's hand, and the small hand was as round and slender as a lotus root.

Fang Lingqing rolled up his sleeves without saying a word and glanced at his wrist.

There are also.

Liu Xinwen also has it.

Everyone present, except Wang Ruyi, had a slender, small, and weird little hand on their wrist.

A deadly silence once again spread in the hearts of everyone.

"This... is this a sign that distinguishes human beings from human beings?" A young man blushed, "We haven't run away, haven't we?"

None of them escaped.

Immediately before his eyes, there appeared the strange Bodhisattva statue lying on the ground with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It" will come again.

Qiao Wan rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly: "Let's go, go to Denghuo Township, find Dushenghua, and ask for help from the Great Light Hall."

A stick of incense took a quarter of an hour, and after breaking it in half, unexpectedly the time was also cut in half, and they only had 7 minutes left.

However, everyone present tacitly did not mention this matter.

Don't forget Hunxiang, Qiao Wan raised her head and asked Wang Ruyi, "Ruyi, how do I get to Denghuo Township?"

Wang Ruyi patted his chest: "I'm familiar here, I'll take you there."

…

The ghost market in ugly times is more lively than before.

The lights illuminated the long street brightly, with BMWs incense cars, fragrant clothes on the temples, porcelain women walking together, smiling brightly, with bright lights beside the hairpins, and people riding tall and pale paper horses on the street.

Just a few steps forward, a paper face with a smile suddenly came close to him.

The mentally tense disciples of the three sects took a step back.

"What's up?"

"what happened?!"

This paper figure is exquisite in workmanship. The cheekbones and eyelids on his face are even made out. Thick blush is applied to the cheekbones, and two dark sheets of paper are pasted on the eyebrows.

Almost put his entire face in front of Qiao Wan.

Having had the previous experience, Qiao Wan held her breath, looked at the person in front of her with no expression, and looked at it.

After a second, it could be two seconds.

The paper man withdrew his body and rode away on a white horse.

Du Liu everyone stood there in a daze, with cold sweat on their backs, no longer dared to delay, and continued to rush forward.

This is the first time that Qiao Wan has walked among a group of ghosts. Looking around, she is no different from a stranger, talking and laughing.

The crowd was bustling, and it was only when passing by that the subtle differences were noticed.

According to Wang Ruyi, Denghuo Township is located on the cliff deep in the ghost city, and Dushenghua grows in the coffin. When climbing the mountain road, Qiao Wan can see a few thick black shadows on the mountain when she looks up.

Between the cliffs, there are several coffins hanging or embedded, and there are piles of barren tombs on both sides of the mountain road.

Fang Lingqing was taken aback: "In the coffin?"

Wang Ruyi pointed to the mound in front of him: "To be precise, it grows on the dead."

"Are you digging?"

At the thought of digging a grave, everyone present became a little stiff, but saving people was the most important thing, so they could only start.

The soil above was removed, revealing the soft mud below, and the deeper the dig, the darker the color of the mud.

Qiao Wan looked down at her five fingers, not knowing when they had been soaked with blood.

Liu Xinwen said solemnly, "This is blood."

Qiao Wan frowned slightly: "Continue."

After a while, a large and heavy coffin was dug out.

The coffin lay quietly on the mountain road, and it still couldn't be dragged.

Peeling off the floating soil on the coffin with his hands, Liu Xinwen took a deep breath and turned a little blue.

He has lived such a long life, and he has never done such a thing of digging people's graves!

With a sour sound of "creak", the coffin board was finally pushed open, revealing the contents of the coffin.

"How is it? Is there any?"

There is a lesson from the past in the temple, the moment the coffin was opened, everyone present was agitated, ready to kill something.

In the dark night, Liu Xinwen's stunned voice came: "No."

"Why not?"

no?

Qiao Wan immediately leaned over to take a look.

The coffin was empty.

This is an empty coffin!

"Wait." Zheng Changqing leaned down, reached out and wiped the inside of the coffin.

A blood-red patch on the belly.

"It's blood."

There was blood flowing slowly from the bottom of the coffin.

Zheng Changqing murmured, "Since it's an empty coffin, how can there be blood?"

Before the words were finished, the half-pushed coffin board suddenly vibrated violently.

Qiao Wan shouted: "Not good!"

Sword One Quick Kill!

Jianguang took a step slower.

The coffin board seemed to be pushed by something, and with a bang, it closed again!

The man who bent over and leaned halfway into the coffin was immediately cut in half by the coffin on the spot.

"Boom-" A muffled sound.

The mountain wind on the mountain road blew a thick **** air.

There seemed to be a breeze passing by.

"There's something behind!"

Qiao Wan roared and released the sword light!

The sword light illuminated the darkness, and instantly revealed a pair of **** eyes, staring straight at him.

"It" didn't know how long it had been lurking in the dark, and looked at Qiao Wan and the others so silently.

Without thinking much, Qiao Wan stabbed in with a backhand sword.

"Pfft—" With a sound, the smell of blood rushed towards him.

Seeing the deaths of his companions one by one, in the darkness, there was a low cry from a Zhanyun Peak disciple with red eyes and collapsed.

"Fellow Daoists, I can't stand it anymore. This...what the **** is this place!"

But it's not over yet.

Soul Fragrance lingered in the night wind for two seconds, and the little crimson shimmer suddenly disappeared one after another.