Small town adventure

Chapter 553
Daoist Wu Yazi glanced at the two dying 'ghosts', and shouted that something was wrong, then he looked up to the sky, but saw black clouds billowing in the sky, and the big openings that had just closed were still there. There are signs of splitting, it seems that these two 'ghosts' really annoyed the scholar ghost, and they must be beaten to death, but in this way, the old man in the village really can't explain, This is not very important, the key is that under another round of such a violent lightning strike, the invisible qi condensed by the bone jade Buddha does not know whether it can withstand it, and now it seems that the golden light is a little weak.

At such a critical moment, it would be good to find a way to stop him, but this scholar ghost is violent by nature, so he would not listen to his own words, but right now he couldn't think of any other way.

Thinking of this, Wu Yazi shook his heart, concentrated all his spiritual power, and shouted to the sky: "Scholar! Stop! Those two 'ghosts' have been defeated by you!"

There was a muffled sound of 'rumbling' in the sky, and the dark clouds were still tumbling, not long after, a slightly angry voice came out from the black clouds: "Son! Why do you want me to stop? If I continue, how can you bear me?"

Daoist Wu Yazi stomped his foot, really didn't know how to answer it, he thought for a while before he said loudly: "Scholar, Master Huicong treated you well back then, even if you look at his old man's face, you just Stop it!"

After a long time, there was no longer any response from the black cloud, but the muffled thunder gradually subsided, and the tumbling black cloud also gradually calmed down.

Daoist Wu Yazi's heart finally stabilized a lot, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, it seems that this scholar and ghost has been imprisoned in the Great Buddha Hall for more than 100 years, and the hard work of the disciples of Wutai Mountain has really been wasted, and most of the evil spirit has indeed disappeared. If it could not listen to these many words more than 100 years ago, countless lightning strikes would have struck down long ago.

"Uncle Master, look at those two 'ghosts'! Their figures are getting weaker and weaker, is it a sign of their souls flying away?" Zhang Yihan said in a panic.

Only then did Wu Yazi come back to his senses, glanced at the two 'ghosts' again, couldn't help being shocked, and whispered: "The big thing is bad! Their souls are about to disperse .”

As he spoke, Taoist Wu Yazi hurriedly took out the purple gold bowl again, and threw it towards the place where the two 'demons' were. The 'ghost' was quickly enveloped, and after a while, the two 'ghosts' seemed to be drawn into the purple gold bowl slowly.

"Take it!" Daoist Wu Yazi shouted again, seeing the purple gold bowl spinning in the air for a while, the golden light disappeared immediately, the whole body shrunk down to the size of a rice bowl, and flew back again into his hands.

"It's dangerous! If it's a little longer at night, the souls of the two 'ghosts' will be scattered. Fortunately, this purple golden bowl has the magical effect of gathering souls, otherwise this matter would be really difficult..." Wu Yazi said Long sighed.

Just at this time, another gust of wind blew up on the flat ground, whistling past everyone, Daoist Wu Yazi was startled, and looked up to the sky, but he didn't know where the huge black cloud went...

(End of this chapter)