Who will go to hell if I don’t go to hell

"Qicotho, Samoyah, Prajna Samoyah, Qixotho, Prajna Samoyah."

Ji Que, who was sitting on the branch with a rotten egg in his hand, heard the mantra of the Fenglian Sect for the first time clearly.

I saw that in the streets, the Fenglian Sect was wearing black robes, chanting scriptures while sprinkling yellow paper to pollute the environment.

They were tall, short, fat, and thin, pale, and looked like walking corpses.

In the middle of the team, a black chariot was pulled by four thin church members.

The chariot was thick and large, looking like a huge black coffin, while the chariot was thin and tall, just like a bamboo pole.

The rope that pulled the cart was trapped in their flesh and blood, and Ji Que always had the illusion that the strong rope would tear their bodies off.

Behind this black team, people wearing all kinds of clothes followed, following each other, and naturally the people who were attracted by the new Fenglian Sect this time.

Ji Que counted about it and nearly a hundred people were already caught.

The Fenglian Sect has such a big appetite this time?

He remembered that in the past, the Fenglian Sect took away dozens of people in one night, but this time he had just arrived at Yuhua Lane, and it was like this.

The sound of preaching is much louder than before.

To be honest, Ji Que is still a little nervous to attack the Fenglian Sect tonight.

After all, the Fenglian Sect is more evil.

But he was just nervous.

More of it is the speed of heartbeat and excitement, just like the first time he slapped a gangster with a brick.

Men are born with the genes of adventure and violence, and so is Ji Que.

He was so unlucky that he was even used to the stimulation, otherwise he would have a pathological emptiness.

Now, the excitement is coming!

Bang bang

Neighbors in Yuhua Lane opened the door one after another. Ji Que saw Boss Zhang of the tofu stall at a glance, but he didn't expect that the other party was the first to fall in the alley.

I will eat sweet tofu brain tomorrow morning.

Ji Que shook his hand and a rotten egg flew down with a silence, hitting Boss Zhang's neck, blooming.

Boss Zhang, who was originally in a state of dismay, suddenly woke up, and felt a foul stinking into his nostrils and couldn't help but want to vomit.

He soon discovered something was wrong and rushed back into the room while covering his mouth.

The team of the Fenglian Sect continued to move forward, and the church members were like walking corpses and did not notice this turmoil at all.

Just as Ji Que was about to continue throwing rotten eggs, a sound of wooden fish suddenly rang out.

The sound of the wooden fish penetrated the chanting of the Fenglian Sect, which was very clear, so that the entire Fenglian Sect team stagnated.

Some people stood there blankly, their eyes still in chaos, but they did not continue to keep up.

Any expert?

Ji Que looked along the sound of wooden fish and found that there was an "light bulb" in the dim Yuhua Lane.

Under the moonlight, a bald old monk came over while chanting the scriptures while beating the wooden fish.

He was wearing a white monk's robe and his floating white beard, and he was obviously a master at first glance.

At this time, a low man's voice came from the chariot - "Monk, why are you blocking our way?"

The old monk continued to knock on the wooden fish and said, "Your religion has taken away too many innocent people and cannot continue."

The sound in the chariot floated again - "Can you block your old bone?"

The old monk stroked his beard, his clothes shook, and the huge one-eyed green dragon on his shoulders showed his response: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

At this moment, Ji Que felt stable.

This monk is standard for monks in terms of mind, temperament, conversation, even tattoos and appearance methods.

The next moment, the black lotus in the chariot was lifted up, revealing two figures of a man and a woman.

This was Ji Que's first time having the opportunity to watch a fight between experts, and he couldn't help but be extra focused.

He has never had a clear understanding of his own strength. He can only prove through constant unluckiness that he is very resistant to fighting in Sangshui County and is quite capable, but he is limited to the bandits and strong men.

As for the few martial arts masters in the county who have some reputations, he has tried to verify it. For example, the seventy-five-year-old "Old Tan Leg" Mr. Tan and the seventy-eight-year-old "Shi Tao Fist" Mr. Li are basically no match for him.

Now that he has the blessing of Tai Chi, his skills have reached a higher level, which is even more inconspicuous.

With this observation, he could probably find some of his own and Fenglian Sect's foundation, and then determine his combat policy.

The Fenglian Sect must die. Whether it is gradually exhausted by him using guerrilla warfare to kill the dark gun, or he will die by recklessness depends on the other party's ability.

Of course, the Fenglian Sect is likely to be thrown over by the old monk tonight.

Because Ji Que had never seen such a mighty monk, especially the lifelike blue dragon on his shoulder, he felt like Fahai was reincarnated.

"Qicotho, Samoyah, Prajna Samoyah, Qixotho, Prajna Samoyah."

On the chariot, two men in the black robe of the Fenglian Sect spoke at the same time.

The sound was like thunder, and it was many times stronger than when I was preaching before, and it suddenly suppressed the monk's wooden fish sound.

The people and the church members who had already stopped moving trembled and followed directly, with a strange smile on their faces.

At this time, people kept opening the doors in several nearby streets and alleys, and walked towards this side like walking corpses.

The monk shouted loudly, and the wooden fish knocked louder, and the Buddha's voice became bigger.

But as big as he was, the two men in black robes had a thicker voice, which felt like a Buddha was one foot taller and a demon was one foot taller.

However, Ji Que was not panicked at all, and this monk had many help.

As a result, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. When he raised his head, he started bleeding from his seven orifices.

Ji Que was startled and said to himself: "No way?"

Ji Que didn't expect the monk's sudden slack.

The old monk who seemed unfathomable seemed to have no backup plan. At this time, he was half kneeling on the ground, covering his chest, as if he was struggling to death.

Ji Que knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Wait until this monk is really going to hell.

Without any hesitation, the two rotten eggs in the basket flew out, slid out two light arcs, and smashed into the mouths of two black-robed men on the chariot.

The strange magic sound turned vague and then stopped abruptly.

"What's it!"

"So smelly!"

"Stinky monk, you're playing with the silly!"

Immediately afterwards, there were two violent sounds of vomiting.

Seeing this, the old monk quickly wiped away his blood and tears and crazily knocked on the wooden fish.

So the people who were originally ferocious and looked a little clear and confused, showing a confused expression.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

"Feng, Fenglian Sect? Run!"

Someone who reacted quickly found that he was in the Fenglian Sect's team and quickly rolled and crawled back.

The two masters of the Fenglian Sect on the chariot were also amazing. They tried their best and sucked the water from the ditch next to them into their mouths. After a loud shout, they sprayed the water out, just like a water gun.

The next moment, the magic sound rose again.

"Qicotho, Samoyah, Prajna Samoyah, Qixotho, Prajna Samoyah."

The people who had already escaped halfway through a flash of trembling and walked over like a walking corpse.

Without hesitation, Ji Que threw out two rotten eggs, and then two more cracks of the rotten eggs breaking in his mouth, and the magic sound came to an abrupt end again.

The people who were originally dull and looked a little clear and clear again, showing a confused expression.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

"Feng, Fenglian Sect? Run!"

Someone who responded quickly found that he was actually in the Fenglian Sect's team, crawling and running home.

"Wow!"

The master of the Fenglian Sect on the left vomited, and after slapped the monk with a palm and flew out of the wooden fish, he sucked water and rinsed his mouth wildly, while looking at the maple tree behind him and shouted: "There are masters!"

Almost at the same time, two men in black robes sucked water and rinsed their mouths, while rushing towards the maple tree where Ji Que was located, as fast as lightning!

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!