After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 140|Watatsuka

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This is a paper man!

Qiao Wan was startled, a surge of anger arose in her heart, and she immediately threw the paper man in front of her to the ground!

When he was about to draw his sword, he stopped abruptly when he saw this lifeless face.

The owner of the coffin shop said not to make them angry.

Qiao Wan stood up silently, lifted "Meng Canglang" off the ground, and patted the dust on it.

She didn't expect to flatter these paper figures and asked them to help. She just hoped that they would stop causing more trouble.

There was a dead silence outside the temple gate.

Everyone was stunned and subconsciously looked into the barrier.

……

Can't get out.

Meng Canglang was leaned against the barrier. He raised his head and glanced at the Bodhisattva statue deep in the light. He pursed his lips and couldn't tell what he was feeling.

There is fear.

Everyone will be afraid in this situation, even Meng Canglang himself is no exception.

But besides this fear, there is also peace of mind.

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

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

Meng Canglang, known as the Confucian gentleman's sword, was an ordinary boy who walked barefoot on the beach and lived in a small fishing village when he was a child. By chance, he entered Chongde Ancient Garden and grew from an ordinary boy to a small fishing village. , a mortal with a little dark skin and a slight accent, has grown up to be a gentle, thrifty, cautious and polite man who can deceive the hearts of countless female nuns, Senior Brother Chongde Ancient Garden.

Meng Canglang paid much more than ordinary people.

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

After class, when other students went to hang out, Meng Canglang sat in the lecture hall and read.

Get up before dawn every day and practice sword practice.

In terms of not liking to sleep, he and Qiao Wan are basically the same.

If you don’t have enough talent, you have to work hard to make it happen.

But what is different from Qiao Wan is that Meng Canglang is talented. Not only is he talented, but he also works hard. After years and months, he finally cultivated himself into a ferocious figure at the level of a top student

On the way from introducing Qi into the body to now, I have encountered many dangers, and my life has also been in danger.

Every time at this time, he would tell himself to hold on a little longer.

The young man’s voice was clear and low: “Come!”

The blue giant sword was taken again, and the sword light swayed, aiming at the Centipede Bodhisattva statue deep in the light.

The next step is to fight alone!

As the lights flickered, the Bodhisattva held Mo Xiao, turned his arms again like a locust and a meteor, and rushed forward.

A splash of blood!

Fang Lingqing exclaimed hoarsely: "Senior Brother Meng!!"

As soon as he took a step, he was stopped by the barrier at the door. He could only open his eyes wide and look at the young man's straight back, rushing towards the deepest part of the temple without hesitation!

Qiao Wan touched this side of the barrier that had returned to its original state.

Rationally told Qiao Wan that she couldn't break it open, but there must be another way.

Qiao Wan pursed her lips.

The Three Religions Conference is a way for the disciples of the three sects to compete and compete. Most of the people who come are elite disciples of each sect. In the world of cultivation, human life is not valuable, but it is impossible to be so cruel, or so to speak. , with the character of Senior Miaofa, it is impossible to arrange such a brutal competition.

Something must have gone wrong.

She is going to contact her seniors.

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

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

When her consciousness tried to invade the thing in the temple, she suffered a backlash.

If you can’t contact the Great Guangming Palace, what else can you do next?

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, feeling confused.

Escaped from death, everyone exhausted all their strength and leaned against the barrier, breathing heavily.

Recalling the **** killing just now, I shuddered even more.

It's terrible.

They... they don't want to go in again! I don’t even want to face that thing again.

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

Qiao Wan pursed her lips in silence and shook her head.

She is well aware of her abilities, and it would be a waste of time to attack her at this time.

In addition to spiritual consciousness, is there any other way to contact the Great Guangming Palace?

"Dushenghua." Liu Xinwen coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and said weakly, "Dushenghua. Since the prerequisite for passing this Dharma conference is Dushenghua, if you get Dushenghua, the people in the Great Guangming Palace will definitely fight with you. Let’s get in touch.”

Since they can't contact the Great Guangming Palace here, let the Great Guangming Palace take the initiative to contact them.

Liu Xinwen's eyes were complicated: "I believe that Fellow Daoist Meng will be able to come to the Great Guangming Palace to help."

That's what he said, but Liu Xinwen was actually not sure whether Meng Canglang could hold on.

Looking at the sky, Liu Xinwen coughed up another mouthful of blood and said, "It's almost time. The flower is about to bloom."

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

After experiencing a frightening moment in the temple, many people were unwilling to move forward.

However, at the moment when they were about to set off, Qiao Wan suddenly discovered a problem.

Their souls are not fragrant enough! !

I was in the temple looking for ways to escape, so who had the time to care about the incense of souls or the Dharma conference?

After collecting all the soul incense sticks on everyone's body, I counted them. Except for the ones that were thrown into the temple and were stepped on and broken into two pieces, there were only three in total.

"Fuck." Someone gritted his teeth and cursed.

Looking at the broken soul fragrance in front of me, a sense of sadness and absurdity arose in my heart.

Is this what they are working so hard for? !

In the end, there were only three of them left! This cannot support them to go to Denghuo Township at all.

Especially before Qiao Wan had time to take it, the thing in the temple started to turn its arms and kill the animals. She didn't even have one on her body.

Fang Lingqing's face changed slightly.

He didn't believe that anyone present would willingly give up these few incense sticks.

"Break it apart."

A hoarse male voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.

Qiao Wan looked up.

The person who spoke was a strange young man, his face covered with blood and human tissue.

The young man lowered his head and looked at the three blood-stained soul incense sticks in front of him, and whispered: "Break it apart and give each person half. Maybe there is a chance. Everyone managed to escape. This soul incense should be left to the big guy. Let’s share together.”

"Fellow Daoist Meng is still waiting, we can't delay."

The crowd was silent for a moment, and after half a second, other voices echoed 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 looked tired and had various pieces 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 has been dead for 18 years. This soul incense is for living people and she has no use for it.

Except for Yan Guanshi, this is the first time she has been so close to these monks.

Wang Ruyi looked at everything in front of him with curiosity.

She had no spiritual power during her lifetime, and her entire family also had no spiritual power.

She lived in the beautiful backyard every day, got up early to greet her mother, and together she and her mother spurned her father's newly adopted aunt, and then played the piano, embroidered and so on. Although the backyard is beautiful, including rockeries and lakes, it feels lonely when you look at it too much.

She would often board the stone boat in the pond in the backyard, look at the water waves in the pond, and imagine that one day she would really be able to take a boat out to sea.

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

If nothing else happens, she will switch from the stone boat in her backyard to the stone boat in her husband's backyard throughout her life. However, she guessed the beginning, but not the ending. Her whole life was actually from the stone boat in her backyard to the crack in the wall==

I have always had some vague imagination about monks. Now when I saw it, Wang Ruyi thought: 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 Dao, what are you doing?!"

Qiao Wan immediately lowered her head and saw that a small hand pattern appeared on her wrist. 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 her sleeves without saying a word and glanced at her wrist.

Also.

Liu Xinwen also has it.

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

A deathly silence once again spread in everyone's hearts.

"This...is this a sign to distinguish human beings from humans?" A young man's eyes were red with blood, "We haven't run away yet, have we?"

None of them escaped.

The strange Bodhisattva statue lying on the ground with a smile on his face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"It" will come again.

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

A stick of incense lasted a quarter of an hour. After breaking it into half, unexpectedly the time was also cut in half. They only had 7 minutes left.

However, everyone present tacitly agreed not to mention this matter, said goodbye to the soul fragrance, and immediately set off for the Denghuo Township.

After fixing the soul fragrance, Qiao Wan raised her head and asked Wang Ruyi: "Ruyi, how to get to Denghuo Township?"

Wang Ruyi patted her chest: "I am familiar with this place, I will take you there."

……

The ghost market in Chou Shi is more lively than before.

Lights brightly illuminate the long street, with BMW cars, fragrant clothes and temples, porcelain women walking together with smiles, lights shining next to their hairpins, and people riding tall and pale paper horses riding through the streets.

As soon as he took a few steps forward, a smiling paper face suddenly came up in front of him.

The extremely nervous disciples of the three religions took a step back.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?!"

The workmanship of this paper man is exquisite. The cheekbones and eyelids on the face are even made out. Heavy blush is applied to the cheekbones, and two dark pieces of paper are pasted on the eyebrows.

She almost turned her entire face in front of Qiao Wan.

Having experienced this before, Qiao Wan steadied her breathing and looked at the person in front of her expressionlessly, making eye contact with him.

One second passed, maybe two seconds.

The paper man retracted his body and rode away again on his white horse.

Everyone was left standing there in a daze, with cold sweat breaking out on their backs. They did not dare to delay any longer and continued to move forward.

This was the first time Qiao Wan walked among a group of ghosts. She looked around, chatting and laughing like a stranger.

The crowd is bustling, and only when you pass by can you notice the subtle differences.

According to Wang Ruyi, the Denghuo Township is on the cliff deep in the ghost city, and the Dushenghua grows in the coffin. Climbing up the mountain path, Qiao Wan can see a few thick black shadows on the mountain when she raises her head.

There are several coffins hanging or embedded in the cliffs, and there are barren graves on both sides of the mountain road.

Fang Lingqing was stunned: "In the coffin?"

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

"Are you going to dig or not?"

Everyone present looked a little stiff at the thought of digging a grave, but it was important to save people, so they had no choice but to start.

Planing away the soil on top revealed the soft mud below. The deeper you dig down, the darker the color of the mud becomes.

Qiao Wan lowered her head and glanced at her five fingers. She didn't know when they had been soaked in blood.

Liu Xinwen said solemnly: "This is blood."

Qiao Wan frowned slightly: "Continue."

In a short time, a large and heavy coffin was dug out.

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

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

In his whole life, he has never done this kind of thing like digging someone's grave!

With a heartbreaking sound of "squeaking", the coffin board was finally pushed open, revealing the contents inside the coffin.

"How is it? Is there any?"

Based on the lessons learned in the temple, the moment the coffin was opened, everyone present was excited and prepared to kill something.

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

"Why not?"

No?

Qiao Wan immediately came 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 **** patch on the fingertips.

"This is blood."

Blood was slowly flowing out from under the coffin.

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

Before he finished speaking, the half-pushed coffin board suddenly shook violently.

Qiao Wan shouted: "No!"

Sword One·Quick Kill!

Jian Guang took a step slower.

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

The man who bent over and leaned half of his body into the coffin was immediately cut in half by the coffin.

"Boom——" There was a muffled sound.

The mountain wind on the mountain road carried a thick smell of blood.

A breeze seemed to pass by my ears.

"There's something behind there!!"

Qiao Wan roared and released the sword light!

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

"It" had been lurking in the darkness for who knows how long, just watching Qiao Wan and others silently.

Without any thought, Qiao Wan stabbed the sword in with her backhand.

"Puff——", a smell of blood rushed towards him.

Seeing his companions die one after another, in the darkness, the cry of a Zhan Yun Peak disciple with red eyes and collapse could be heard.

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

But it's not over yet.

Hunxiang lingered in the night wind for two seconds, and the crimson glimmer suddenly disappeared one after another.