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Heavy rain poured down from the cave.
The rain splashed down among the earth, rocks, vegetation, and actually stirred up a layer of rain and mist in the mountains.
Gray-blue rain and fog shrouded the surroundings, making the buildings, rocks, vegetation and trees all around hazy and unclear.
Zhitong walked behind Li Bi. After walking a few steps, he had to look around and take a few glances. He almost died in the hands of the God of Resentment Bodhisattva before. That experience made him suddenly think, "Once bitten by a snake, ten times will be the same."
Nian's mentality of being afraid of well ropes,
Naturally, the wind and cranes became noisy, and the grass and trees were all at war.
After walking for about half an hour,
The surrounding dense forests gradually become sparse.
Several connected Taoist temples appeared in the hazy mist. Zhitong supported a tree beside him and stepped onto the slippery mountain steps - his monk's robe was covered with mud. Along the way, he didn't know that
How many somersaults have I made, how many times have I fallen into the mud.
I almost rolled down a cliff several times!
No matter what you say, Monk Dazhongwang, he still has spiritual practice. Even if he is walking on a mountain road in the rain, he should be walking on flat ground, not to mention walking as fast as flying. But now he has made so many mistakes and almost endangered his own life several times. In such a situation, you can
That's very strange.
——The other accomplices had no time to laugh at Zhitong.
They each also encountered some dangerous situations.
Even one of the seven Mao Wu disciples who gathered around Grand Master Tiezhi was lost during the journey!
"Go to the Taoist temple ahead to have a rest.
It was just a walk on a mountain road, but it made me completely on guard, not daring to relax at all.
Fengshan Mountain is becoming more and more evil..."
“The further you go down the mountain, the harder the road will become.
We have to gather together and discuss countermeasures while resting..."
Li Bi and Grand Master Tiezhi in front were talking in low voices.
Zhitong turned his head and looked behind him,
There are few forest shadows behind him, and there are only hazy shadows in the hazy mist.
If you look carefully at the hazy tree shadows, you can even see the shadows squirming at a certain moment, as if something is running out of them - Zhitong is so frightened that he thinks he has been dazzled and turns back.
Grand Master Tiezhi, Li Bi, who was walking in front, did not speak at this time.
They and several Mao Sha disciples stopped at the end of the mountain steps.
Their respective stances were a little stiff.
When Zhitong saw where they were standing, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face. His eyes seemed to be uncontrollable as he passed through the crowd and looked forward——
In the mist and dense rain.
Two human skins, one red and one white, held up a pair of cards.
Behind those two human skins,
There are figures wearing opera robes and paper armor, figures with broken limbs spliced together, and other weird images, each holding a pair of taller and bigger cards, an umbrella, a peacock fan, a canopy and other objects!
In the forest-like ceremony,
The blood-red words were looming under the wash of rain.
‘quiet’, ‘avoid’;
‘The wronged soul demands his life’, ‘He is haunted by evil spirits’;
‘The God of No Resentment Bodhisattva’, ‘Rebirth in the Pure Land of Great Wish’ is in vain!
Boom, boom, boom!
Dong Dong Qiang!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The sound of gongs and drums sounds alternately!
On the contrary, it made the honor guard team in the rain even more deserted and lifeless!
A cold air clung to Monk Dazhong Wang's back, and a strong sense of fear exploded in his heart!
"ah--"
He screamed!
The few companions in front of him suddenly used their own magic methods, or gathered up clumps of black hair, or their bodies were torn apart, and they all ran away in all directions, but did not have any contact with the 'Guard of Resentment' under the rain and fog at the front!
The honor guard did not chase anyone who left,
They stood quietly in place.
Scarlet writing that could not be washed away by the heavy rain began to appear on Monk Dazhong Wang's theatrical robe and armor. When he lowered his head, he saw that the bloody writing was just covering the corners of his clothes, and it covered his whole body in an instant.
!
The wronged soul is asking for life, and is haunted by Li Wei. The wronged soul is asking for life, and Li Wei——
Shivering, he covered his eyes with his "coin money eyes" and stuffed a pair of strangely long fangs into his mouth. As the fangs collided and interlocked, he grabbed a brush, dipped it in paint, and painted on his face.
Just the face of 'Marshal the Plague King'!
The moment the facial makeup is painted,
The dark copper coin eyes are dripping with blood!
The pattern of Marshal the Plague King suddenly lingered around Monk Dazhong Wang.
currently!
The seven blood-red words of resentment start from the top door of the face and extend to the chin of the face - every word 'resentment' is so clear, the resentment almost penetrates the blood words and overflows!
A line of blood appeared on Monk Dazhongwang's neck, shoulders, and legs.
A line of blood touched the center of his Adam's apple,
extending down,
Separate his entire body from it.
His body split into seven parts.
The ceremonial guard of resentful gods surrounded the paper Buddha, passing through the pouring rain and disappearing amid the sound of gongs and drums.
And on the blood-colored lotus womb of the paper Buddha, seven parts of Zhitong's body are placed.
Heaped together with the remains of Fa Fo.
In the ceremonial guard procession, Marshal King of Plague's grand avenue pattern circulated.