Chapter 461 An Unsettled Late-night Taoist Temple

There was no sign of embarrassment or dirt on Fang Zheng.

Because at the last minute, he relied on the Golden-bell-like Body Covering Techniques to survive the ruins.

Fortunately, the tunnel was not deep enough. Otherwise, although he could come out, it would never be as easy as it is now.

Bang!

Fang Zheng held it in his hand, and it was completely gone. He smashed it into a bloody ball and threw it on the ground.

But even if he was seriously injured, the bloody mess on the ground was still moving like a living thing, and the scene was a little bloody.

If it were a normal person, it would be a fatal injury.

Upon closer inspection, there were a few familiar pieces of yellow cloth on the surface of the meatball, like fragments of a taoist robe. The identity of the flesh and blood in front of him seemed to be self-evident...

Fang Zheng held the hilt of the knife and breathed in the true breath of the sun. Poof!

The scorching heat of the blade ignited the whole meat ball on the ground. Under the night sky, it was particularly glaring and turned into a burning fire ball. Finally, it turned into a stinking black ash on the ground.

Ordinary spirit from Director feng + 1.

Ordinary soul qi?

That's not right. Those who can withstand so many attacks from him and are still alive are at least ghost-eating ghosts. By right, they should be special spirits?

Is it because it has something to do with the fact that this is just a remnant soul?

Fang Zheng was startled at first, and then showed a deep look, only to obtain ordinary soul qi. This result was unexpected, but it was reasonable.

These people who fell in Blessed Land were trapped for life and could not die, so Fang Zheng guessed that the people in front of him should be like some kind of remnant soul.

The only thing that came out now was a broken soul with three or seven souls.

No wonder these ghosts forgot their names and went crazy.

But there was one thing that Fang Zheng could not figure out. What secret was hidden under the tunnel?

Just as Fang Zheng was about to explore the tunnel again, suddenly, outside the quiet taoist temple in the middle of the night, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Chief, are you resting, chief?"

"Today, the little girl wants to come to the temple to pray for the fragrance of her son."

It was the voice of a young woman who kept pounding on the door of the taoist temple.

You're sick.

Please go to Songzi Empress next door.

In the middle of the night, he came looking for a monk.

Fang Zheng complained in her heart.

He wanted to pretend that there was no one in the taoist temple, so he didn't want to pay attention to it, so as not to cause any trouble, but the woman outside the door kept pounding on the door and shouted to the taoist temple, "Taoist leader, I saw a fire in the taoist temple. Taoist leader, I know you are in the taoist temple. The taoist leader pitied the poor little girl, so let the little girl come into the taoist temple and ask for a son."

The fire that the woman outside the door said was the fire that Fang Zheng created when he burned the meatball, Director feng.

Fang Zheng could not help but frown at the constant movement outside the door.

He was worried that if the people outside knocked on it again, the noise here would definitely cause him more trouble.

The most important thing was that Director feng had just been punched by him and was killed by a live hammer.

Even if he opened the door, where would he find another Director feng?

But he couldn't just leave the people outside.

In order to prevent more trouble, Fang Zheng straightened his taoist robe and carefully recalled how Old god stick had fooled people in the past and went to open the door.

It seems that he will return to being a hatoyama and a fake monk this time. As for the secret under the tunnel, it would be impossible to dig it out after the tunnel collapsed, and the secret under the tunnel would not run away. It was better to think about how to get rid of the crazy woman outside the door who was in a hurry to beg for a child in the middle of the night.

"Come on, come on, stop banging on the door. If you keep banging on it, the door will collapse." With Fang Zheng's voice creaking, the door of the taoist temple opened from inside.

"Ah, daoist, you really haven't rested yet!"

A woman's surprise sounded outside the door.

At this moment, Fang Zheng also saw the person who had been knocking on the door. This was a young woman in her early twenties. She was of medium beauty, neither beautiful nor ugly. Her eyes were big and clean.

"Chief, excuse me... Eh, chief, is this the one behind your back?" The woman looked curiously at the guitar backpack on Fang Zheng's back.

Fang Zheng replied calmly, "If I said that besides being a monk, I was also a musician of the national classical percussion instruments. It would be reasonable to use music to cultivate one's character and cultivate one's mind."

The woman outside the door, who had been praying for a child in the middle of the night, did not doubt Fang Zheng's identity at all and really entered the taoist temple to pray for a child.

Fang Zheng did not care which hall was good for her son, so he took her directly to the forefront of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was on the outskirts. He was worried that the traces of battle in the taoist temple would be discovered by the woman in front of him, so he took her to the ancestral hall.

Along the way, the woman was surprisingly quiet.

When they arrived at the ancestral master's palace, they only burned incense and prayed attentively, as if they had come this time. They really only prayed sincerely for their children, and there was nothing unusual about it.

However, Fang Zheng began to get impatient as he waited.

Fang Zheng pretended to be a taoist temple master in Lingshan taoist temple. She had thought that shangxiang would ask for her son very soon, but after almost half an hour, that woman still had an endless posture.

Is it true that ghosts have faith in such an immovable and devout closed eye? But when Fang Zheng looked at him again, he realized something was wrong.

The woman begged for a son. She was fine. Everything was fine. But begged begged begged, why did he start to droop?

At first, it was not obvious, but later, it was very obvious.

It's like being hungry for a long time and suddenly not being able to hold back, drooling...

The woman was clearly praying with her eyes closed, but the saliva in her mouth was still flowing down... As if he was starving to death.

Fang Zheng's eyes immediately darkened.

There was definitely something wrong with this woman's ghost. It wasn't as kind as it looked, and her eyes were clean and clear.

At this moment, the woman was still kneeling in front of the statue praying for her son, but she was drooling more and more, and there was already a big puddle of water on the ground. Just as the woman's eyes seemed to be closing or not, it was as if she was about to finish praying. When she opened her eyes again, the knife flashed and her head rolled down.

No hesitation!

Fang Zheng took the lead!

He attacked directly from behind and cut off the woman's head.

Hmm?

Didn't you get your soul this time?

Just as Fang Zheng was in a daze, there was another hurried knock on the door outside the taoist temple...

"Chief, are you resting, chief?"

"Today, the little girl wants to come to the temple to pray for the fragrance of her son."

It was still the familiar voice of a woman, or the familiar rhythm of pounding on the door, the exact same scene, staged again.

Fang Zheng's face changed slightly. Should we open the door this time?

What the hell does this woman want?!

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