The Red Light Ghost is not an amazing thing, but the yellow-haired sneak attack and plays perfectly. If Qin Mu had not been wary of his hatred eyes, he would never have found the wooden sign in the hand of the guy.

That kind of wooden sign is made of a very special wood, which can be regarded as a locust tree, but it is also grafted. Only people in the industry know how to cultivate it, and it is called a spiritual locust tree. It is also added to it with a juice called honey blue. This juice is light blue and has a good spiritual effect. Using it to draw talismans, the probability of success is higher than that of cinnabar, which is extremely rare.

The name of such a wooden sign is called the "Ghost-Fengmu" and is quite different from the stones that Qin Mu obtained to seal the ghost general. The ghost general belongs to a higher category than the evil ghost, but it restrains the anger on its body and looks less fierce. Moreover, this ghost general is still nourished by the half-faced person, far less cruel than the real ghost future, and is even less than the ordinary red-light evil ghost, just like the difference between a wild cat and a domestic cat.

The yellow-haired evil spirit blocked in front of him, and the people around him immediately dispersed a lot, with the evil spirit protecting him. Even after the strong man asked Qin Mu to rescue him, he seemed fearless.

"What? You have lost the martial arts battle. Still want to fight?" Huangmao shouted with her neck.

The strong man did not say a word, suddenly a thick yellow light appeared on his body. A figure flashed. Even Qin Mu, who was standing next to him, couldn't see clearly. He only felt a gust of wind blowing in his ears. The strong man actually appeared in front of the yellow-haired in an instant. When he passed through the red ghost, he vaguely heard the ghost screaming, as if he was hit by something.

The strong man suddenly had a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and the tip of his nose was against the tip of his nose.

Huangmao was stunned for a moment. He probably didn't expect the other party to come so quickly. He had a short circuit in his mind and asked, "What are you doing..."

"Fuck your mother!" The strong man smiled, and suddenly made a move with his fists. A Arhat hugged the moon. The yellow hair flew out like a cannonball, then fell down like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground with blood spitting on the mouth. He felt his internal organs twitching, and his hands and feet habitually twitched a few times, then fell to the ground without moving.

Many people around him changed color. Qin Mu guessed correctly. This strong man was indeed a martial arts monk who practiced martial arts. But I don’t know if he had graduated from Shaolin. The monks at that time were not only frightened by the court, but few people knew that the monks were also a good master in eliminating demons and defending the way. However, when used to eliminate demons, the martial arts were too domineering and hurting themselves. It was almost the kind of fighting method that exchanged injuries for injuries, which led to the short-lived monks.

For example, when the strong man passed through the Red Light Female Ghost just now, it was obvious that the Red Light Female Ghost's figure had been reduced a little bit. First, it was because of the thick golden light of the monk's body, which should be the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, which has a defensive effect and has great harm to the ghost, but it consumes the master's physical strength and energy.

So until now, all the monks are tall and big, with knotty muscles and look very strong.

Qin Mu could see that the strong man was still polite. Otherwise, the yellow hair would probably have to die if he bumped like this. From Qin Mu's perspective, the yellow hair was just temporarily unconscious.

This human weapon made the people around them take several steps back consciously, leaving Qin Mu and the strong man in the middle of the crowd. The strong man looked at the yellow-haired without moving, turned around and looked at Qin Mu faintly. The red ghost was separated by the middle and screamed sadly. He felt a red light flashing, and he rushed straight to the wooden sign in the yellow-haired hand, and fled without fighting.

Such a cowardly evil spirit, no wonder he asked people to seal it with wooden signs. When he saw the powerful one, he ran faster than a rabbit.

The strong man stared at Qin Mu for a long time. Just when Qin Mu was puzzled, the strong man suddenly folded his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "The little monk is relieved, dare to ask the donor's name."

It's a good name. Qin Mu thought that the Shaolin lineage is mostly the Shi generation, which is considered good. There are so many monks in the world, and the Shi generation has reached the limit of naming, especially those with two characters. There are many unpleasant people. If you take a bad Dharma name, you probably feel uncomfortable when you recite scriptures. Once Qin Mu opened an account in a bank, he saw that the old monk next to him had a silence.

Later I heard that the three-character magic number was derived, so it was not that difficult to name it.

"Qin Mu."

The strong man nodded, and the Buddhist beads in his hand flashed with a faint light. When he walked towards Qin Mu, he said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Shuh, I say bluntly, I have a very familiar smell on you."

Qin Mu smiled and said nothing. The monk had no malice, but he didn't understand this very much.

The few people standing behind the crowd from afar, and when they heard the name, they looked at Qin Mu in surprise.

The door of the villa opened again, and at this time an extended Lincoln drove in, attracting the attention of the crowd and whispering.

"Look, that car is so high-end, better than the car we all welcomed."

"But, that car is just a little longer, but its practicality is really not that great. You said, when you encounter a small curve, how can this car turn?"

"You know, I'm afraid there are some big shots here. This time Mr. Lin is really a big deal. He invited so many colleagues in an instant. What kind of Gu do you think his daughter is so exaggerated?"

These sounds stopped until an old Taoist priest in a gray robe got out of the car.

The Taoist priest wore a lotus crown, his robe was untainted, his cuffs and collar were also embroidered with patterns, and his chest was embroidered with gold thread and silver thread. Except for a purple gold whisk in his hand, it was empty, which was in sharp contrast to the large bags on Qin Mu's hand.

Lin Gangsheng got off the other end of the car and followed the Taoist priest happily, looking quite terrifying. His appearance was quite similar to the previous appearance of Qin Mu following Honglian.

"You and the mob are worthy of letting Mr. Lin mobilize?" The Taoist priest walked towards the crowd, looked at the yellow hair that was lying on the ground without any senses, and said lightly.

Is this the whole audience provocation? This Taoist priest jumped out of the temple and had such courage. As soon as he finished speaking, several bad eyes quickly locked on the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest waved his whisk casually, and there was a faint fluctuation in the air. It was spiritual waves, and only those with high-level cultivation could release it at will.

Just one action made those attention gazes unpredictable.

Lin Gangsheng followed behind him with his slightest eyes, looking at the crowd. After all, he invited these strange people to come here in person, but now he was a bit embarrassed by the newly invited Taoist priest saying this. He defended himself: "Master, these are all the masters I have searched for one by one, so it may not be too bad, right?"

"Hmph, since you have these masters, why are you invited me?" The Taoist priest said without hesitation, and then he raised his foot and walked backwards. Lin Gangsheng hurriedly stopped him and persuaded him, so the Taoist priest was willing to stay.
Chapter completed!