Chapter 1573: Sowing causes and results
"There are also those two people just now. When we mentioned nightmares, their reactions were very obvious, indicating that their experiences last night were consistent with ours." Taking a deep breath, the woman sat upright, "Don't alarm them for the time being. If they are involved again tonight, In this nightmare, you can try to contact them, but only in the nightmare."
"Why...since we already know there is a problem, why don't we leave here?" The maid Ren was scolded before. He kept asking, she was already in tears at this moment, she was obviously frightened.
The middle-aged man with the knife glanced at her, "We can't think of the problems you can think of? Do you think we don't want to leave, the key is to leave?"
Mairess Wen Yan's throat rolled, and her subconscious reaction was to look at Mr. Song, who was dressed as a porter. This man was the leader of the alchemist sect and was proficient in the art of yin and yang.
Mr. Song sighed helplessly, "I went out for a walk this morning and found that there was fog around the temple."
The maid was startled, "Is it a poisonous miasma?"
ridge Nan's poisonous miasma is really powerful. They suffered a lot from the poisonous miasma before and were almost annihilated. Until now, she is still in a daze from time to time and has forgotten how to save a life from the poisonous miasma.
Hearing this, Mr. Song slowly shook his head, and his face became ugly, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. After all, the poisonous miasma is afraid of wind, but the fog outside is not afraid."
After a while, the woman was the first to react, "Why, does Mr. Song mean that the fog outside cannot be blown by the wind?"
"Yes." Mr. Song nodded solemnly, his voice becoming more cautious, "Not only that, I also folded two cranes using my secret paper and sent them into the mist, and set up three kowtow incense sticks. Normally, It is said that no matter it is bad or good, the paper crane will fly back, the brighter the secret paper becomes. It means that the evil things inside are more ferocious, but this time until the incense was almost burned out, there was no movement in the mist, the paper crane lost its trace, and..." Mr. Song's fingers tightened on his knees, and there were strips on his arms. Veins appeared, obviously he was in great panic.
Mr. Song's appearance made everyone shudder. The anxious middle-aged man couldn't help asking: "And...and what?"
Mr. Song suddenly raised his head and said with disbelief. The voice said: "And the three kowtow incense sticks I set up...exploded!"
“It’s fried?” The middle-aged man was confused and blinked: “What does it mean that it’s fried?”
“It’s not fried, it’s fried.” The old man beside him Obviously he was more experienced in this matter, but the old man's face was getting paler at this moment, as if he had been drained of blood.
Mr. Song trembled and took out a piece of folded yellow paper from his arms. After the yellow paper was opened, there were dozens of incense sections broken into pieces. The middle-aged man gasped when he saw this, and saw that the broken parts were very rough. , it’s not like it was broken artificially, it’s more like it suddenly exploded.
In just two days, first the treasure in the door was destroyed, and then the paper crane disappeared and the incense was fried. Mr. Song felt desolate in his heart. I am afraid that even his ancestor had never experienced this situation before him.
But Mr. Song is worthy of being the leader of the sect. After a few words, he readjusted himself, his brows full of determination, "Everyone in the world regards me as an alchemist who only seeks longevity, and my skills are also I only worship Youshu and Yin Yang and the Five Elements, but I don’t know that we are also My goal is to eliminate demons and protect the common people. Since we have encountered each other this time, there is absolutely no reason to stop my troops. Don’t worry, I will do my best to protect you all. If I die unfortunately, I hope you can rush out of the evil temple. Go to my sect and tell this matter, and there will be someone in my generation People come to slay demons. "
The heroic woman said: "If Mr. Song dies here, then we people will have no chance of survival. Besides, the matter is not clear yet, so we must not give up on ourselves. ”
“Song Lao Sir, do you have a way to defeat the evil?" The middle-aged man looked at Mr. Song. The situation in front of him was not something that could be solved with brute force. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods before, but now he saw it with his own eyes and was almost killed suddenly last night. The man with the beautiful beard was frightened out of his courage.
This time Mr. Song did not shirk, but nodded cautiously, "I have a clue. When I was frying the incense, I vaguely saw a few figures in the incense mist. One of them was the one the lady mentioned before. Monk, the crazy monk who was force-fed with wine and meat in the nightmare," Mr. Song emphasized.
“What about the remaining people?” The middle-aged man leaned forward and asked.
“Huh——” Mr. Song breathed a long sigh of relief, and he couldn’t help but said a little thankfully: “It’s the two little brothers who were rescued by us. What we do brings results, can we survive this disaster this time? I’m afraid I have to count on them.”
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Near the Zhaitang, Fatty Jiangcheng walked around for several times without seeing Monk Hui Cong. The Fatty sat on the steps in frustration. He was still thinking about Hui Cong. After all, he remembered how hard those people beat him last night. There are also the bruises on Huicong's body that are bruised and purple.
"Hey~, hey~"
Just as the two of them were thinking about where to look, suddenly, there was a familiar giggle from behind. The two turned around and saw the Huicong monk hiding in the cave. Behind a tree not far away, only a big, smooth head was revealed, grinning at them.
"Master Huicong." The fat man's face was filled with surprise.
But unlike Fatty, Jiang Cheng’s first reaction when he discovered Huicong’s appearance was to be frightened. After all, they had searched the area and found no Huicong at all, and the tree was not far away from them. Why are the monks in this temple so elusive and walking without making any sound?
“Hey~, come on, come on.”
Fatty Jiangcheng looked around and found no one paying attention, so he walked up quickly.
After not seeing each other for a night, Hui Cong seemed to have become thinner, and his clothes were becoming more and more tattered because of the torn clothes. They were put on him like a torn bag. With sharp eyes, the fat man could see the bloody stain under the holes in his clothes at a glance. Wound.
The fat man stretched out his hand and pulled Hui Cong's clothes down. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He saw many more bruises on Hui Cong's body, as well as blood stains left by being whipped. These scars were very fresh. Didn't even have time to scab.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes changed. These scars were obviously caused by beatings, which meant that what he saw last night was real, but why... why was the beheaded monk Huiming still alive and well?
Huicong didn't seem to care about this. He just tilted his head and smiled stupidly at Jiang Cheng, then stretched out his dirty hands and said incoherently: "Baby...baby, give it to me."
Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized immediately that Huicong was talking about the paper figures from yesterday, and he had indeed caught one in his pocket. He didn't expect that he would also notice it.
But as the paper man was taken out, the next second, the expressions of Jiang Cheng and Fatty changed. This tall and thin paper man was clearly the dead young man. (End of this chapter)