Chapter 17 Offending the master will result in death!
“Master.”
Not long after, Feng Ming returned to Shijiu from Lishang Country.
As soon as Feng Ming came back, he noticed the changes in his surroundings.
Not far away, three mortals were struggling in the snake's nest, and the strong smell of blood emitted from the air.
"My subordinates have found out that the evil spirits in Li Shang's country are indeed demon spirits."
Although Feng Ming didn't know what happened, he also knew that the master would take action against those three people, and it must be those three. A man offends his master.
Those who offend the master will die!
“The demonic spirits possess the people of Lishang Kingdom, and use the hands of those people to harm people’s lives and devour their souls.”
Feng Ming truthfully described what he saw in Lishang Kingdom. The situation told Shijiu, "In Lishang's country, there is an eminent monk who has a deep connection with Buddha. The demons are slightly afraid of him."
"My subordinate also discovered that there is something strange in Li Shang's country. I was afraid of disturbing the grass and alerting the snake, so I came back first to ask the master for instructions."
While listening to Feng Ming's words, Shijiu touched the big stone with his slender fingers. Knocking continuously.
After Feng Ming finished speaking, he looked at Shi Jiu who was thinking deeply, and stood respectfully, waiting for Shi Jiu's next plan.
"In that case, let's go meet the demon spirit of Lishang Kingdom."
Shijiu chuckled, jumped down from the big rock, and waved his hand, The bed-sized stone disappeared, his red lips slightly hooked, and he said meaningfully: "By the way, let's see if he is there too."
Feng Ming lowered his head and said 'yes'.
Then Feng Ming glanced at the three people struggling over there again, and asked with some hesitation: "Master, those three mortals..."
Shijiu raised his slender legs lightly , walked towards Li Shang Kingdom without looking back, "The fate is approaching, keep it to feed the snakes."
...
"Uncle, it's raining really hard. .”
Not long after Shijiu left, Chang Kong passed by with his eyes wrapped in cloth.
The raindrops were so big that the paper umbrella couldn't cover them at all, and the monk's robes of Wu Xin and Chang Kong were completely wet.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Wu Xin, who was supporting Chang Kong and holding an umbrella, screamed in horror, and the umbrella he held tilted severely to one side.
“Uncle, there are snakes, so many snakes!”
"Martial nephew Wu Xin, can you please stop being so surprised? Aren't they just a few snakes?" Qing Diao was originally resting on Chang Kong's shoulders, but suddenly he was shouted out by Wu Xin. He was so frightened that he almost fell off Chang Kong's shoulders.
If it hadn’t reacted quickly and flapped its wings in time to fly, I would have lost all my dignity here.
"Who is your nephew? You are just an eagle, so don't make random connections." Wu Xin subconsciously wanted to refute.
Just after I finished my rebuttal, I realized that my umbrella had missed the target, "Uncle Master...I'm sorry, I'm not..."
"No problem."
Chang Kong pinched the Buddhist string in his hand and said somewhere, "Hui, there is something going on over there. Go and have a look."
"It's so dark , what could happen! It’s still raining, I’m so scared "It got wet."
The green eagle flapped its wings in the rain, muttering dissatisfaction in his heart, but he responded to Chang Kong, "Oh"
"Hiss." There really is a situation!”
The green eagle flew in the direction Chang Kong was facing, and saw three unrecognizable corpses.
“What a tragedy!”
Qing Diao returned to Chang Kong with a tone of pity, “Three mortals were bitten by that nest of snakes, and they were covered in craters. Not even a whole corpse.”
“Amitabha!”
When Wu Xin heard Qing Diao’s words, he clasped his hands together with an expression of compassion and chanted scriptures, as if he was praying for salvation. deceased.
Chang Kong didn't show any expression after hearing Qing Diao's words, but his brows wrinkled slightly.
Qing Diao couldn’t understand what Chang Kong was thinking.
It clearly looks like a monk, but sometimes, it feels that he is not a monk!
Especially compared to the little martial nephew Wu Xin next to him, who looks a little silly, Chang Kong’s current reaction is not at all what a monk should have.
“Little nephew Wu Xin, if you don’t hold the umbrella properly, your uncle’s eyes may deteriorate again.” Qing Diao reminded Wu Xin kindly.
After enlightenment, he stopped chanting sutras. Seeing that his uncle's monk's robe was almost completely wet, he quickly held up his umbrella.
"Uncle Master..."
(End of this chapter)