Chapter 116: : A Chinese Ghost Story III

The Ghost King paused for a moment, then his face turned wild, and he hurriedly said, "Is there really another world?" He asked what the Ghost King thought, and then asked, "Is there really a fairyland?"
Lin Hao heard that, thinking of the higher world and the perverted flood and wasteland, the sages who broke the flood and broke it at every turn.
Thinking of this, Lin Hao nodded.
"Not only the immortal world, but even in some worlds, even me ... is just an ant." Lin Hao laughed at himself, but the last sentence was just thinking in his heart and did not say it, and the reason for doing so, I just felt the ghost king This guy is a personal talent, and he wants to take it for his own use. It has nothing to do with Baguio girl, and that's it.
Baguio, who has never spoken, said "how to prove?"
After hearing that, Lin Hao originally wanted to say "love or not", but suddenly thought of one thing he wanted to do, he took the father and daughter of the ghost king and opened his eyes.
Wanting to stop, Lin Hao's mana enveloped the two, and in a flash, the three of them came to a strange place.
The eyes of the father and daughter of the Ghost King were wide open, only to feel that after a while, the sky came to the sky full of yellow sand.
Suddenly, the Ghost King believed some of Lin Hao's words, because there was even a trace of evil spirits, or radon, almost everywhere.
In order to refining the Four Spirits, the Ghost King spreads his footsteps in almost all places except for a few places, but there is no place that looks like a sight.
But Baguio's attention was now on Lin Hao, his eyes turned, and his tone contained a hint of playfulness. "Should I call you Lei Hong or Xiaoyaozi?"
Lin Hao twitched his face, heard the words and touched his nose, muttering, "You like it ..."
"Hee hee" Baguio heard his eyes bent into a crescent moon. "Let's call you Lei Hong, who makes you like to deceive, one day ..." The next words, it is necessary to say nothing, but the meaning is already obvious. Now, I lie all day, and one day I will be thundered.
Just then, two figures appeared faintly around the yellow sand.
He soon showed up, but he was two monks, an old monk with white hair and a young monk.
The young monk did not expect that this uninhabited place could meet people, and he smiled toward the old monk. "Master, master, there are three donors in front, let's ask the way."
The old monk groaned, nodded, and walked towards the three where Lin Hao was.
The young monk took three steps and made two steps. He ran to Lin Hao and announced a Buddhist chant, "Three donors. May I know how far Guobei County is from here?"
A glance of Baguio's mouth turned his head, because Baguio's mother and concubine were killed by the monk at Tianyin Temple, so there is no one who likes this monk in this world.
Just when the young monk felt a little embarrassed, Lin Hao said, "I and the other three are going to Guobei County, isn't it like going?" Lin Hao said, withdrawing the spirit of exploring the road.
The old monk heard the words and proclaimed the Buddha's message, "Thank you for your help."
The ghost king and Baguio did not speak, after all, they are strange here, so let's take a look first.
Next, on the road under everyone's feet, when the desert changed into a wasteland, the sky suddenly changed, and the dark clouds fell on the horizon. Seeing that the rainstorm was about to fall, the little monk saw a thatched pavilion aside.
To the old monk and Lin Hao three people "Master three donors, let's avoid the rain here first."
"Okay," Lin Hao smiled.
Lin Hao saw that thatched pavilion was in disrepair for many years, and it was mostly dust. With a wave of his hand, the wind rose suddenly, and instantly, the thatched pavilion was renewed.
Seeing this, the old monk looked at Lin Hao differently, and then gave a ritual to Lin Hao "I did not expect that the donor turned out to be a practitioner, and the way is so profound."
Lin Hao smiled slightly, "little tricks."
"Boom!" With a thunderous thunder, the pouring rain dropped intensively.
"There is murder!" Suddenly Baguio whispered, but there was no sign of nervousness. Not to mention that there is this abnormality of Lin Hao. In Baguio's perception, the humane behavior that emits murderous tactics is only the beginning disciple of the ghost king Zonggang Just the level.
Then a large group of people rushed out of the tall grass, followed closely by a horse rider.
At the moment when this person appeared, the Xuanyuan Sword that had been kept in Lin Hao's Purple Mansion trembled fiercely, and seemed to be eager to try, until the consciousness of Lin Hao passed, Xuanyuan Sword stopped the trembling.
Next, a massacre was staged in front of everyone.
Baguio looked at the slaughter in front of her, and turned her eyes toward the old monk who was reading the scriptures. "Hey, are n’t your Buddhists concerned about Purdue beings? The slaughter in front has the ability to stop why you are indifferent?"
The old monk heard that he opened his calm but muddy eyes and said, "The old man was embarrassed by these people, and he felt a deep entanglement of blood. Presumably, there were more killings, sins, and robberies, but retribution was just cause and effect."
"Cut!" Baguio turned her head to the side in disdain, and the little monk with a beautiful and charming appearance looked at it in a frown.
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"The master is here!" Said the young monk nervously, but the old monk was still calm. Nonsense, this old monk is much higher than that, how can he be afraid.
"A sneeze ..." This man sneezed, and said to Lin Hao and others "a bit cold and cold" Then he took out the flintstone, picked up the weeds that were still around, and started a fire.
"Shifang, go and bury the corpse." The old monk took the cloth out of his arms, took out a small steamed bun for food, and handed it to the young monk Shifang.
Shifang heard that although he was reluctant, he still took the and went to bury them.
"Is Yan Chixia dead?" Lin Hao, who had his hands behind his back, looked at the bland path of the person who made the fire.
The person heard the words and acted as if in one hand, and looked at Lin Hao with surprise, "Do you know the old guy?"
Lin Hao nodded and said, "Is your original name Yi Zhi Zhi Qiu?".
This person heard Lin Hao shouting his real name, with a expression on his face.
"How? Don't believe it?" Lin Hao said summoned, some inexplicable Xuanyuan Sword.
Yiye Zhiqiu looked at the glittering Xuanyuan sword floating in front of Lin Hao, and subconsciously looked at the sword in his own hands. Except that there was no golden light, it was exactly the same as Xuanyuan sword in Lin Hao's hands.
To be honest, Lin Hao wants to vomit about the third part of the ghost of a female ghost. Not only has the master evolved, but the plot is a bit strange and old-fashioned, but it is the same as Lin Hao expected. Yan Chixia's fake Yan Xia sword is estimated to have been left to Zhiye Qiu by Ye Chixia.
Then Lin Hao said, "Did Yan Chixia tell you the origin of the sword in his hand?"
(End of this chapter)