Shendu, White Horse Temple.

The place where the dead ghost Xue Huaiyi was born, the place where he lived, and the place where his bones were buried.

Xiao Qi and Xiao Zixian, father and son, worship Buddha here for a day.

Zheng Huairen got the hint from Zheng Jingsi's letter and let their father and son go.

Once they were free, they were still thinking about the sea and the sky, thinking about many things to do, many people were going to visit them, many human relationships had to be reorganized, big mistakes were made, and the losses were irreparable.

However, as they drew closer to God, the joy of escaping from their cage faded and their courage faded.

Shendu, this lush city, Emperor Mumu, seems to naturally have a boundless sense of oppression.

They had to carefully smear the hints in Zheng Jing's letter.

Quan Ce untied a knot, allowed them to leave Xingyang, and drew another circle, limiting their movements to the scope of worshipping the Buddha and burning incense.

Conveniently, they also tied a rein, and let them use the Buddha to offset the so-called sins committed by Xiao Lu who believed in Taoism and committed in Hebei Province, in other words, if they don't worship the Buddha and don't burn incense, then the detention of Hebei Province will fall on their father and son.

There are four seas in the world, ten roads in the world, including the border fortress and the prefecture, but there is no place where the instructions of the power policy are not bright.

So, Xiao Qi's father and son still chose to follow their hearts, appeared in the White Horse Temple in the appearance of melons, donated a huge amount of sesame oil money, begged for a fine house, closed the door to Zen, vegetarian fasting, and worshiped the Buddha.

With a "squeak", the wood door of the fine house opened.

Xiao Zixian, who is over a year old, has a fat belly, sticks to the bamboo fence wall, takes small steps with one foot deep and one foot shallow, touches the wooden pillars by the wall one by one, and slips out.

After all, he is not young, if it weren't for his father's high life, he would have to enjoy his age, and he would be able to call himself an old man, so he didn't go far before he went out, he snorted and panted, and raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead.

Where is the secrecy of doing so?

In the house, a lamp is like a bean, and the goosebumps on Xiao Qi's face are gloomy.

The sky is like iron, and the heavens and the earth are like hell.

A person who has a tiger in his heart cannot calm down and recite the Bodhisattva of Freedom and Freedom.

Xiao Qi is the patriarch of the thousand-year-old gate valve family, with authentic descendants, noble status, and his own pride and ambition.

However, he was born at the wrong time, and he was restrained by Xiao Lu in the clan, and he suffered from pickling for a lifetime.

It's easy to live a long life, until Xiao Xuan first goes crazy, and then perishes, he can finally clean up the rivers and mountains, and really grasp the power of the clan, but the power of the great enemy under Xiao Luxury's tree naturally fell on his head, first in the Zheng family in Xingyang, confining him like a pig and dog, and then in this White Horse Temple, he was so trapped that he almost went crazy.

This pickled breath has been changed from the inside to the outside, and there seems to be no end?

"The old man is already old, how many years do he have to live? If you don't work hard and fight, you're going to die."

Xiao Qi's withered hands were closed one by one, and the dense wrinkles on his face were full of madness.

Xiao Zixian was sent out by him.

They received countless secret letters of all kinds along the way, immediately, in the car, in the inn, and in the thatched house, and it was precisely because of this that their fear of the divine capital became more and more deep, and they did not dare to enter the city gate, and settled in the White Horse Temple.

But after holding back these days in the White Horse Temple, the fear has passed, and the secret letter still does not stop.

So, Xiao Qi's heart was moved.

He directly asked his eldest son Xiao Zixian to meet the joint, which was a desperate gamble.

If things go well, you can use the eldest son as a hostage to show sincerity.

If there are twists and turns, his eldest son will become an outcast, and the Lanling Xiao clan will break the cauldron, tear his face with Quan Ce, fight to the death, and fight for the lives of the whole clan, even if he can't shake the foundation of Quan Ce, he will be sprayed with blood on his face, so that he will be covered in filth.

Xiao Qi was ruthless for a while, and it took a long time to calm down, turn around, and see the green jade Guanyin Bodhisattva statue placed in the retreat, hehe sneered.

"What sin have I committed that I should be humiliated for ninety years?"

"I am kind to others everywhere, why do everyone ride on the head?"

"Cause and effect, good and evil, the reincarnation of heaven, what you said is very reasonable, but it is all false"

Xiao Qi sniffed, rolled in his throat, and spat out.

A huge lump of thick phlegm fell on the face of the Bodhisattva statue.

The violent emotions in his chest were uncontrollable, but he was cowardly by nature, and he didn't dare to smash them, so he only dared to take off the outer robe on his body, pick up the silk clothes, and keep whipping at the Bodhisattva statue from a distance.

vividly performed a play that no one watched.

"Wow"

The moon was full, and heavy footsteps could be heard on the wooden roof above the house.

Xiao Qi sat up in shock, and fell back again, and the old bones in his body were soft.

"Poof".

There was a sudden dull sound outside the house, as if something heavy had fallen from the roof.

"Someone, someone" Xiao Qi did something wrong, for fear that the ghost would knock on the door, so he shrunk into a ball on the bed, and his voice was hoarse.

Not long after, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside, and some swishing sound of breaking wind, followed by the screams of some ghosts crying wolves.

Xiao Qi's face was happy, he was bold, and he was full of energy, "If you catch it alive, you will be killed, and if you catch a few live mouths, the old man will be of great use."

He got up with a smoke, lit the candlelight, hid behind the door, listened intently, and waited until all the sounds had stopped, then he cautiously opened the door, stuck his head out, and looked out.

At first glance, the revenant is in danger.

Under the dark night, only the candle in his hand glowed, illuminating the short distance.

In front of the door was a ginkgo tree, some years old, surrounded by a brick and stone fence for protection, which was now stained red with blood.

The fat body of his eldest son, Xiao Zixian, was lying on the fence, his body was twisted, his head hit the masonry, and the blood on his head was gushing, and it was still flowing.

"Zi, Zixian?" Xiao Qi's face turned white, and the candle in his hand fell, lighting the wooden railing next to the house.

"Bang ......" tongues of fire rushed and spread rapidly, and the surroundings were as bright as day.

Xiao Qi was frightened, and hurriedly ran out, his eyes wandered, only to see that on the corridor path around the house, the corpses were resting on their pillows, and they were clearly his attendants.

"Ahh......h

Fleeing outside the ashram, he calmed down suddenly, sat cross-legged, stared blankly at the fire in the ashram, and watched his eldest son and his retinue turn into ashes.

After that, he got up slowly, bent his back, and hissed in a hoarse voice, "Come on, go to the water, save my son"

In the dense forest not far away, there was a slender figure in black, looking at Xiao Qi's back, and snorted.

"Old and immortal, if you really become a thief, look at your interest, and spare your life"