Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 173 Withered Bones
It's just that when they arrived at Lanhua Township and appeared on the bank of the river in the bright spring, more than ten white silks suddenly flew over and bound them tightly.

More than a dozen glamorous and charming Raksha ghosts held white silks and looked at them with a sneer.

Xiaoqian clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "I knew you would come back!"

The four of them were like cocoons coiled up by spiders, only their heads were left to move.

Ning Caichen and Ma Junji struggled desperately, but they could only wriggle like worms, without any effect.

Yan Chixia tried to shake Bai Ling away with her magic power, but the magic power of the Rakshasa ghosts was not weak, and it was difficult to make achievements for a while.

Gong Mengbi praised: "Smart, we have cast ourselves into a trap."

Xiaoqian was a little surprised, but also proud, and said: "The Lanyin wall painting has been refined by grandma, if you want to escape, you can only leave from the cemetery, relying on those few corpses to resist grandma's attack." Divine power."

Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen thought about the skeleton zombie in the cemetery, and it turns out that the skeleton zombie and the goddess of scattered flowers are not the same.

Yan Chixia asked: "Since those skeleton zombies are not the same as you, why did you chase us last time?"

Xiaoqian laughed and said, "Guess."

She played with the jade orchid in her hand and said, "Take them away and hand them over to grandma!"

These Rakshasa ghosts flew up, dragged four large white cocoons, flew over the willow tree, and shuttled into the cemetery.

Crows croaked restlessly on the branches.

Xiaoqian flicked her fingers, and a gust of wind brushed past the crow, hit the tree, and with a click, the branch broke in two.The crow was frightened and flew towards the forest.

Xiaoqian snorted and said, "Wait until grandma erases all the murals, and see how long you can scream."

A group of Rakshasa ghosts flew over the cemetery mightily, and the cemetery was shaking. Skeleton hands and flesh-red withered hands crawled out of the ground, revealing pale gold bones and wind-eroded monk robes.

The white flag turns and the paper money flies.

The faint golden light was like a net, blocking the way of the Raksha ghost.

Xiaoqian frowned, and said, "I can't protect myself, so I dare to meddle in my own business." She waved the jade orchid in her hand, and said, "Dig their graves!"

The Raksha ghost dissatisfied: "It's just a matter of breaking through their barriers and rushing over. If the murals can't be removed, why do such useless efforts."

Xiaoqian smiled and said: "These bald donkeys are so arrogant, how can you not give them some color? Grandma's law aims at this, do you listen or not?"

"You!" The Raksha ghost laughed angrily, but he really didn't dare to violate this jade orchid.

Xiaoqian stood on the tree, hung Gong Mengbi and others on the top of the tree, and then sat and watched the Raksha ghost fighting with the dead bones.

After all these skeleton corpses crawled out, Gong Mengbi could clearly see the original appearance of these corpses.

is a monk.

It was not buried in the pagoda forest, but was buried in the cliff stone carvings, guarding the first layer of the real and illusory realm of the cliff stone carvings.

Gong Mengbi asked: "Brother Yan, are the murals carved on the cliff almost invisible?"

Yan Chixia nodded, and said, "Brother Ning and I have been carefully distinguishing for a long time, but we couldn't tell what was painted on the mural."

Gong Mengbi said: "A pair of murals is a realm of reality and illusion. It seems that the place where the monk is buried in front of me is the first layer of murals."

Rakshasa ghosts fly swiftly and have boundless strength, but the monk's dead bones return to gold, and they are fighting back and forth.

Gong Mengbi laughed, and said: "Miss Xiaoqian is not the same as them after all."

When Xiaoqian heard him say this, her eyes sank slightly, and she said, "We are not the same way."

Gong Mengbi said: "I have a pretty good memory. They were all the ones who offered flowers to Lanyin Temple and coerced Zhenniang to go up the mountain to become a goddess of flowers. Now they are all turned into Raksha ghosts by Zhenniang, obeying Zhenniang driven. You are different."

Xiaoqian said: "I also obey my grandma's orders, grandma treats me very well, what's the difference?"

Gong Mengbi said: "It's different, you understand it yourself. I saw the shadow of Zhenniang from you back then. She was kind to you, but she just saw yourself back then. As for whether you like her kindness to you, that's all. That's another story."

Xiaoqian giggled: "You are now a prisoner, do you want me to let you go with just a few words?"

Gong Mengbi said: "No, you are the prisoner. I said this probably because I can see that you yearn for freedom."

Xiaoqian's expression changed, and she looked at the cocoon of white cloth hanging on the tree, only to see that there were only four grass figures wrapped in the white cloth.

She immediately raised the jade orchid in her hand, and was about to call the Raksha ghost back to help.

But before she raised her hand, she felt as if she had fallen from the sky. The weightlessness made her wave her hands involuntarily, and the jade orchid fell to the ground.

Before the twisted feeling recovered, there was a cold knife resting on her neck.

Gong Mengbi stood side by side with her on the same branch, like ice, a thin and transparent knife like moonlight protruded from Gong Mengbi's hand and pressed against her throat.

Xiaoqian restrained herself from trying to swallow, fearing that her throat would be cut by the sharp blade, "Forgive me."

Gong Mengbi said: "Brother Yan, help these dead monks."

Yan Chixia said: "Look at it."

He opened his mouth to spit out, and a blazing sword light flew into the cemetery like a thunderbolt, killing the Raksha ghost.

The sharpness of a flying sword is comparable to that of a dead man.

The withered bone monk got help, and immediately the golden light covered the golden light, connecting with each other, like a surge, rolling up all the Rakshasa ghosts and pushing them into the thick white mist.

Yan Chixia took away the flying sword, and Gong Mengbi praised: "The divine sword has spirit, it is really extraordinary."

Yan Chixia showed a little bit of color, and said: "I only have one sword skill that I can barely handle."

Those monks with withered bones fought back the Rakshasa ghosts. These monks were either gold-white bones or red-flesh mummy monks looked at Gong Mengbi, as if they were telling something.

Gong Mengbi was a little puzzled at first, but when he acted as a fox witch with a serious expression and started to use the Tongtian method, he immediately heard those silent calls for help.

Gong Mengbi stood in front of those monks, and those monks looked at him as if they were talking about something.

Gong Mengbi said: "I won't know until I see it."

The monks seemed to be hesitant.

But Gong Mengbi said: "Besides us, you probably won't be able to wait for other helpers."

The monks seemed to agree, and the sound of chanting scriptures resounded from these silent corpses. Gong Mengbi and the others changed before their eyes, and entered a new world of real illusion.

In front of me was the Lanyin Temple where mournful clouds were bursting, and the crying of the monks was inexplicable.

Xiaoqian was both surprised and delighted, and said, "It really is the seventh mural!"

Yan Chixia was taken aback, and said, "Why did you come in, you female ghost?"

Xiaoqian said dissatisfied: "I didn't come in by myself."

Gong Mengbi said: "Since you know what's going on, I'll trouble you to clear up the confusion for us."

Xiaoqian didn't want to explain away the confusion, but the knife was on her neck, so she couldn't hide it.

　There is still a chapter that I haven't finished writing, so I'll publish it first and then revise it, about half an hour, you can read it tomorrow

　
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