"Immeasurable... Why is there so much anger here?"
In the forest west of the city, a thin Taoist priest was shuttling through the forest at speed, looking back from time to time. The thin priest wears Taoist clothes and cloth shoes.
It's just weird that..... The thin man carried a Dharma stick on his back and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck.
Suddenly, the thin monk stopped, looked at a courtyard not far ahead, and frowned.
"Amitabha, good is good! The poor monk saw the monstrous blood!"
Next to the thin monk suddenly jumped out a fat monk, also looking at the courtyard, frowning.
"Careful, there's something weird here!" The monk turned to the monk and said.
The monk took out a copper sword and nodded his head...
The Taoist priest looked at the bronze sword taken out by the monk and raised his eyebrows: "Zhi Xuan, is my bronze sword more powerful than your Dharma staff?"
Zhixuan monk helplessly looked at the bronze sword in his hand, his heart could not say the sad, "the poor monk will surely win the poor monk's staff back from your hand."
"Hey ~" the monk narrowed his eyes and said: "you say this... Do you have anything else to bet on? Don't forget that I have your Buddha beads too!"
The monk touched the Buddha beads hanging on his neck, and unconsciously glanced at the golden bowl in the arms of the monk Zhixuan.
Monk Zhixuan took a step back and looked cautiously at the priest, with a look of disbelief on his face: "The poor monk will not gamble with you with the gold bowl, which is used by the abbot for me to beg for allot, and the abbot said that the gold bowl cannot leave." You'd better die."
The Taoist priest smiled kindly: "Don't worry, I don't want your gold bowl." What do I need a gold bowl for? It is not appropriate for a Taoist priest to carry a monk's golden bowl."
Monk Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then heard the priest go on.
"This golden bowl of yours is too thick to hold easily. Let's melt it down and make it a little thinner, a little smaller! The extra gold, let's drink it!"
After hearing this, Zhixuan immediately covered his chest with his hand and looked at the Taoist priest on guard.
The monk saw hehe hehe smiled.
Suddenly, the two heard a terrible scream from the courtyard in front of them.
The two of them looked at the high wall courtyard with red walls and white tiles.
The courtyard, with its dim light on a rainy night, looked eerie in this lonely forest.
A cool breeze blew, two people could not help but play a chill.
Two people look at each other, from each other's eyes to see a trace of surprise, it is said that two people build base repair, a mere cold wind will not feel cold.
Can just blow the wind but really let two people a goosebumps.
"To see?" The monk asked.
The monk nodded.
The two hid their breath and moved quickly toward the lonely courtyard.
In the courtyard, after a terrible cry, there was extreme silence.
The Taoist priest and the monk approached the wall of the courtyard quietly and suddenly stopped walking.
"There are formations here!" Zhixuan turned to look at the Taoist priest, gently said.
The priest nodded.
"Can you break it quietly? If I do it, the people inside will notice!" Monk Zhixuan asked.
"No problem!" The monk smiled.
The priest immediately bit his finger, coagitated a drop of blood, and quickly danced in the void. Where the finger slipped, a dark red glow was left behind, faintly visible in the void.
In the blink of an eye, a small formation emerged into the void.
"Unkindness... Heavenly Father, disperse!" The Taoist priest drew the formation in a little void.
Small dark red formations float forward with the Taoist's tap, and then disappear as if they hit something.
Suddenly, it seems that something is blocking the barrier inside and outside the courtyard quietly disappeared, and a blood gas then floated out, which is especially scary in the rain!
The monk and the monk looked at each other and a look of disbelief flashed through their eyes.
The blood is extremely rich... It's not just a few dead people!
'Go!
They floated up to the top of the wall.
"Unkindness... He's a God..." The monk was so shocked that he could not speak.
"Amitabha Buddha... Sin sin..." The monk folded his hands and closed his eyes and murmured.
The two looked at the scene in the courtyard, shocked.
I saw a large high wall compound, a line of black-robed people are dragging more than a dozen bodies to a house in the courtyard.
A dozen bodies dragged past, leaving a spot of blood, bright red blood quickly washed away by the rain...
Others even convulsed from time to time as they were dragged along.
Apparently, the dozen bodies had just been killed.
"In that house..." The monk pointed to the house and said softly: "The blood inside is monstrous!"
The Taoist priest gazed intently at the dozen dead bodies and looked at the house the monk was talking about... A line of black-robed men is dragging the body in.
At this moment, a black-robed man came out of the house with this long sword and scolded several black-robed men in the courtyard in a cold voice: "How are you doing? More than a dozen people ran out, fortunately did not go out of the yard, or we will be scolded again! Yesterday someone ran into the street, and next time, your blood will be used to do the job!"
'Yes!
A line of black-robed men dragged dozens of bodies into the house and disappeared.
The monk and the priest looked at each other and saw a hint of awe in each other's eyes.
'A blood sacrifice!
"The Magic Way!
The black-robed man with the long sword and the others all entered the house and turned to the house. Just took two steps, suddenly turned his head to look at the high wall, jumped, jumped up in the air, and opened his mouth loudly: "Who is here!"
"Mid-foundation!" "Said the monk.
"Go for it! Find out! We two early to him a middle, can fight fight, but can not beat run!" The monk opened his mouth and rushed ahead first.
The priest threw out his staff and struck at the man with the black robe and sword.
The scepter, with its incredible force, crashed straight into the man in black. However, the long sword wielded by the black robe knocked it open and returned to the original way.
The monk rushed out, flew up against the beaten staff, caught the staff, and fell into the courtyard.
After the black robe man repelled the rod, he did not start again, but withdrew and stood in the courtyard looking at the Taoist monk and monk, frowning and saying, "Who are you?"
The priest walked over to the monk and stared at the black-robed man: "Immeasurable... He's a God. The poor way is the pastoral virtue of the friars of Qingfeng Mountain."
"Infinite courtyard, Jixuan." "Said the monk.
"And what has come?" The black-robed man asked coldly, frowning.
"The blood is in the sky here, and naturally we two are here to deal with injustice!" The monk said, quietly waving to the monk next to him.
The monk knowingly handed over the bronze sword.
The Taoist priest took the bronze sword and winked furiously at the monk... He wants the staff!
Monk pretended not to see!
"Can the donor explain why this place is filled with blood?" The monk asked the man in the black robe, holding the Dharma staff.
The black robed man looked around and felt carefully, but found that the shield was still broken. He asked in a tone of voice.
"Did you all see that?"
Monks and taoists don't talk.
"Then...."
The black robed man pulled out the long sword, and a breath of the late building of the foundation came out.
'We can't let you go!