Yin Changsheng looked at his burning fortune value, even if he had 2 points of return to the devil, it still had little effect.

The luck value disappears as soon as it recovers, which is obviously used to offset the danger.

Just as he was thinking about whether he would leave this grenade for him or to fight, a golden light shone in the darkness, directly dispersing the corpse evil.

"How dare you be arrogant?"

An old monk, who was holding a Zen stick in his left hand, holding a wooden bowl in his right hand, and crossing the sky with golden lotus under his feet.

The Buddha light shining out from the wooden bowl stabilized the female corpse with one hand, and then threw the Zen stick into the group of corpses, causing a lot of waves, causing the corpses to fall from place to place and fall.

Yin Changsheng looked at this scene and breathed a sigh of relief. What is this?

When the situation is desperate, a big man happened to pass by to save the scene?

The old monk thought it was just a simple scent of smelling the incense to refine evil things, but after he saw Yin Changsheng, he understood another meaning.

He was also a little wiser in the art of looking at Qi, at least much better than the yellow-skinned boy. He could see at a glance that Yin Changsheng had a deep blessing and could not even suppress his great fortune.

This is not what he wants to subdue demons, it is just to make a connection with him.

The old monk was quite amazed at Yin Changsheng's great fortune, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Is this a good person who has entered the world for ten generations or a great master who has reincarnated? He has such a blessing to protect him. It is really unprecedented."

But whether it is a good man of ten generations or a great master's reincarnation, it is worthy of friendship between the old monks.

If it were the former, then it had already been destined to be a member of the immortal class, either a god or a god in the underworld. If you make friends today, the other party will definitely help you in the future.

And if it is the latter, that's not bad. At least in terms of practice, the other party will be able to move thousands of miles a day. Once you enter the Tao, you may not be able to sit with him or even give him some advice. Although the reincarnation of a great virtue is not as good as that of a ten-generation good person, it is also amazing.

So in the eyes of the old monk, this is his blessing, the blessing he has brought about by subduing demons and demons and accumulating merits.

"Will the donor be inappropriate or be injured by the evil corpse?" The old monk lowered the golden lotus and walked away. After folding his hands together, he asked with kind eyebrows.

Yin Changsheng hurriedly replied: "Thank you for the help of the monk, I have nothing to do."

"That's good. I'll take me to collect this evil corpse and talk to the donor."

"The monk will do it."

"I can't bear the word "Divine Monk". My name is Huiyuan. If the donor doesn't dislike it, just call Monk Huiyuan." Monk Huiyuan threw the wooden bowl in his hand into the air, and saw the Buddha's light shrinking, as if he wanted to absorb the female corpse into it.

However, before the female corpse could be put into the wooden bowl, a corpse energy was actually rolled out from the dark night sky and hit the wooden bowl. In an instant, the Buddha's light dimmed, and the wooden bowl fell back into the hands of Monk Huiyuan, but the female corpse could not escape.

"You bald donkey Huiyuan, you dare to ruin the great affairs of this Dharma King." A sinister voice wandered in the air.

Monk Huiyuan couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Evil demons and heretics dare to be presumptuous."

After speaking, Monk Huiyuan saw the rosary beads throwing straight into the air, and heard the sound of Buddha singing. The sweeping corpse energy melted in the sound of Buddha, and the ice and snow melted in the sound of Buddha, and it was not a big climate at all.

Yin Changsheng looked at the battle between monk Huiyuan and the Yin Zi Dharma King, and couldn't help but shivered. He wanted to play the beheading operation before. If he really did, he would probably be killed by the Yin Zi Dharma King on the spot. Yang's ashes probably had no choice. At most, he would become a zombie controlled by the Yin Zi Dharma King.

Ding ~

A strange sword sound came, and Monk Huiyuan hid sideways, pulled Yin Changsheng and steadily avoided a black short sword.

Yin Changsheng looked carefully and saw that the black short sword was made of a piece of spine. The gust of wind was gushing on it. If it was touched by flesh, it would probably melt away in an instant.

He was still scared about this. If Monk Huiyuan hadn't pulled him, he would have been unable to react at all.

"What a vicious magic weapon. It seems that I have to use the Vajra to be angry today." Monk Huiyuan said that the vicious magic weapon was not the effect of this magic weapon, but the material of this magic weapon.

With the eyes of Monk Huiyuan, he could see at a glance that the material used for this magic weapon was made of the spine of a baby under the moon and blood of the entire clan. This kind of magic weapon was to destroy the whole family.

If it were before, Monk Huiyuan would have been afraid of the Yin Zi Dharma King's Taoist practice, but now it is different. With Yin Changsheng behind him, it can be said that the destiny is in me and I am not afraid of the other party at all. Even if Xu Hongru, the leader of the Yin Xiang Sect, took action, Monk Huiyuan would dare to use two moves, let alone a mere Yin Zi Dharma King.

This world does not care about the unity of man and nature.

When you shout this slogan, not only gods and Buddhas, but also ghosts and gods in the underworld cannot tolerate you, but even the forces of the mortal dynasty have to come and arrest you.

You should know that the emperor is the emperor. If you shout "My destiny is my fate, but I will not do it." Isn't it just a rebellion?

"Hmph, you bald donkey, don't talk too much and your tongue is flashing. My infant life blood sword is not that simple." The Yin Zi Dharma King didn't believe it at all. Although Monk Huiyuan practiced for a longer time than him, his Taoist practice was not comparable to him.

As the saying goes, the Tao is one foot higher than the demon is one foot higher.

Although the Yin Zi Dharma King’s way of refining corpses is not an orthodox way, but belongs to the side and left-wing way, it is also extraordinary.

This Infant Life Blood Sword is also a magic weapon for killing in the way of corpse refining. Monk Huiyuan read it correctly. This sword was indeed refined with the spine of a baby who was less than a month old, but he missed one.

That is, this baby is not a living creature, but after it dies, it is refined into a zombie by the Yin Corpse Dharma King, and then uses the zombies to kill the blood relatives, and finally refine it. If this is the difference, it is a world of difference.

The infant's life blood sword returned and the baby's crying sounded.

Monk Huiyuan practiced Taoism all over the body, and the baby was not afraid of crying, but Yin Changsheng couldn't do it. As soon as the baby's crying sounded, it made a headache, and blood could not stop oozing out of his seven orifices.

Seeing this, Monk Huiyuan hurriedly took out a string of wooden skulls from the cassock and put them on Yin Changsheng's hand.

As soon as the string of Bodhi was started, Yin Changsheng's mind was in a daze, and the morning bell and evening drum sounded in a trance, shocking the baby's cry. The original pain disappeared in an instant, and his spirit recovered.

"Thank you, Master Huiyuan."

"It's okay, a trivial matter."
Chapter completed!