After seeing the other party's gesture, Wang Zhi's smile became even more playful.
"I'm still wondering what kind of evil spirit is inhabiting this place."
"It turns out... they are actually a line of ninja that has been almost lost in Japan."
"Apparently, he is still a ninja of the Koga school..."
"This reminds me of the time when my father and I fought against the Japanese slaves."
"hehe……"
The old host and the accompanying monk stood up cautiously.
In the eyes of the old host, there was already a look of malice:
"Who the hell are you!"
The Japanese evil spirit on the side seemed to be unable to hold on, letting out a strange laugh and rushing directly towards Wang Zhi.
The old host's expression changed and he subconsciously said "Wait a minute" in Japanese.
"oh?"
"So you also have Japanese ancestry?"
Wang didn't even look at the evil spirit.
Behind him, a feminine man wearing a flying fish suit suddenly appeared.
The man directly pulled out the Huanshou knife from his waist.
Simply and neatly, cut the opponent in half!
Amidst the shrill screams, a wisp of evil spirit suddenly flew away.
Wang Zhi closed his eyes slightly, gently twirled the Buddha beads with his left hand, and said quietly:
"During the Anti-Japanese War, there was a massacre in Jinling City, almost killing all the real Jinling people."
"Especially the Xianhemen not far from Da'en Temple. I heard that there was a mass grave there back then."
"The dead people of Kyushu dyed the nearby water with blood."
"For a time, the people were filled with resentment and grief was everywhere."
"A Yinshan Taoist lamented the sufferings of the people of Jinling. He collaborated with mountain gods and several helpers, and finally destroyed some of the last remaining ninja leaders and masters in Japan with a human-faced epidemic."
"This soul must have been summoned back through the Awa dance by the Japanese who had penetrated Kyushu over the years and were not fully dead at the beginning."
"Haha, it's hard for you too..."
"Japanese schools, Japanese nursing homes, Japanese cultural streets, Japanese training schools, etc..."
At this time, the old host had gone from shock to horror.
For a moment, I even broke out in cold sweat.
Because what Wang Zhi said just now is absolutely correct!
Even some details of the Jinling massacre that year were only learned by him from the mouths of his elders.
The person in front of me...how could...
Wang Zhi smiled:
"It's a good idea."
"Incorporate the evil spirit into the body of the Auspicious Bodhisattva, and then go back to pay homage. When the host's luck is completely gone, you can replace it and seize the body."
"In this way, the ferocious Japanese ninja master of the past can be reincarnated?"
"hehe……"
"After all, it's a small country, so it can only use these insidious methods."
"Not long ago, even your native Jiuju faction was completely wiped out."
"Many Japanese gods were also killed or injured."
"The majestic God of Thunder was directly killed by Kunlun's divinity in front of his own shrine."
"Why don't you keep your tail between your legs and behave like a human being?"
Wang Zhi stood up slowly.
The old host and the accompanying monk looked at each other with a hint of ferocity.
The two of them put their hands together and recited Buddhist sutras, and a phantom of Buddha Ming appeared behind them.
"oh?"
"Is this...the mantra of King Junta Liming?"
"Unexpectedly, you, an old monk, really have some Buddhist skills."
At this time, King Juntaliming had already raised his big hand.
There are also cracks on the walls of the entire monastery.
Wang Zhi grinned:
"This method and habit of chanting..."
"Well, there is no doubt that I am of Japanese descent."
"To punish thousands of households, be careful with your actions."
"Yes!" The Huanshou sword in the hand of the Qianhu behind him suddenly turned as red as blood.
Immediately afterwards, with a sound like the cry of an evil ghost, a sword cut off the head of King Jundaliming!
The accompanying monk didn't even react when Zhang Xing Qianhu suddenly appeared behind him.
"Execute!"
In an instant, the monk was executed and thousands of families were cut in half!
The Buddha, who was condensed in mantra, fell apart in an instant.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his old residence. He looked at his dead accomplice next to him, not caring that his cassock was already covered in blood.
In shock, he rushed directly towards the door.
Zhang Xing Qian Hu was about to give chase, but was stopped by Wang Zhi.
"No."
"Father has arrived, let's wait here for now."
…
At the lake in the backyard, after Kongsang used the power of a shark to disperse the water droplets on his body, he was about to find a monk to ask.
But they saw an old monk, covered in blood, stumbled out.
"Um?"
"Isn't that the host?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Oh my God! There's so much blood on him, he can't be the murderer!"
Kong Sang narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Stop him!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xiaocheng and Zhao Yuecheng disappeared from the same place.
The next moment, one after another, they stopped the old host.
"Who are you?"
"Are they the accomplices of those two people?"
"Get out of my way!"
The old host looked so vicious that he actually took out a vajra pestle from his arms and stabbed Zhao Yuecheng directly.
"The Kung Fu of a three-legged cat!"
With a sneer, Zhao Yuecheng didn't even use the mace sword and directly grabbed the part of the vajra with one hand.
The next moment, the wolf-tooth knife behind him turned into tribute, and the huge wolf body roared, causing everyone to retreat in shock.
"Plop!"
Gonbu pinned the old host to the ground.
The old host, who was extremely frightened between life and death, subconsciously spoke the Japanese language.
And this scene was naturally seen by some pilgrims.
"I...did I hear it right?"
"How does the old host speak Japanese!"
"He is Japanese?"
"You're crazy! If he is Japanese, how can he be the abbot of our Kyushu Buddhist temple?"
"Take a photo first, this is a hot topic."
For a while, everyone was talking about it, and Zhao Xiaocheng stood beside him with his head tilted, chewing bubble gum:
"It seems that I don't need to take action anymore."
At this time, the old host was breathing heavily and looked at Kong Sang and the other three with malicious eyes.
Kong Sang said:
"Old host, I want to ask you about the physical Buddha."
"Including...the nine ears of grain in their mouths."
As soon as these words came out, the old host's face changed drastically.
He immediately began to struggle.
Gonbu immediately bared his fangs in a threatening manner and stared at the throat of his old residence.
And the people from the Jinling branch finally arrived.
While evacuating the other pilgrims, they walked up to Kongsang and others.
"Hello, I am the director of the Jinling branch."
"The director has already told me the situation on the phone."
"The current situation is..."
But Wang Zhi walked out of the yard alone and slowly came here.
"I'm afraid the current situation is not just a problem of Jixiang Bodhisattva."
"Huh? It's you! The TV station killed people!" The branch director was about to take action immediately.
"Minister, wait a minute!" Kong Sang quickly stopped the branch chief, stood up with a complicated expression, and walked up to Wang Zhi.
Wang Zhi nodded:
"Father."
"Do you still like the peony I gave you?"
Kong Sang couldn't figure out what Wang Zhi meant, but he still said:
"This flower is really nice."
"But...why do you..."
Wang Zhi smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I will remember how many people I killed and how many were innocent."
"But this old host is not innocent."
"The affairs of Jixiang Bodhisattva can be understood after a little torture."
Kong Sang nodded:
"How much do you know about the physical Buddha?"
Wang Zhi smiled:
"I did see some clues."
"But...this is not my purpose."
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of miserable screams suddenly came from the main hall in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, members of the Jinling branch ran over:
"Minister, it's not good!"
"Something happened ahead!"
"Those physical Buddhas...are monsters!"
Everyone looked at it.
The violent energy soaring into the sky almost formed a blood-colored light curtain, which directly began to cover the entire hilltop of Dayen Temple.
The old host, who had been suppressed all this time, suddenly burst into laughter.
"You...since you have noticed my purpose!"
"Then die!"
"Let's die together!"
In an instant, strange mantras were chanted.
The bloody light curtain is spreading faster and faster!
As the branch members retreated, the main hall suddenly collapsed.
Except for the Buddha Sakyamuni, who never looked back, still standing there, the physical Buddhas were swaying one after another.
Immediately afterwards, the eyes of those Buddhas with kind-hearted faces, holding flowers and smiling, began to shed blood and tears.
Then, one by one, they suddenly opened their eyes.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Under the painful wail, the blood completely enveloped Dayen Temple in an instant.
Suddenly, the surrounding buildings and bricks began to turn into powder quickly.
Instead, there were countless bones!
The smell of blood that hit his nostrils was so strong that even Zhao Yuecheng, who was used to seeing life and death, felt a little uncomfortable.
And the members of some branches exploded and turned into skeletons the moment they were wrapped in blood!
"This blood is a curse! Back away!"
The branch chief immediately expelled a spell and threw it out.
After the spell enters the blood, it burns directly and turns into powder.
Kong Sang's eyebrows skipped a beat, and she immediately struck the gong.
As the soul-soothing sound spread, the surge of blood energy seemed to be suppressed.
but……
The physical Buddhas began to struggle one by one, and strange bulges appeared on their backs.
Next moment:
"Hiss..."
Amidst the sound of skin, flesh and bones breaking, I saw that on the lotus platform under the body of the Buddha, there were actually sharp cones that were one meter long!
At this time, Zhao Yuecheng said:
"I heard in the past that there was a way to imitate the physical Buddha."
"It is to use sharp awls to fix the monks who are still practicing Buddhism and make them die in pain."
"And before they die, secret medicine is poured into them so that their bodies can remain incorruptible for a long time."
"Then you can swing them into the desired shape, apply gold powder and many materials to form the so-called physical Buddha."
Kong Sang's face darkened.
Being made alive into the so-called fleshly Buddha, the resentment in this is naturally not trivial.
So...is the so-called Jiu Sui He a tool to suppress the evil spirits of these fleshly Buddhas?
Kong Sang looked at the old host and narrowed his eyes slightly.
We must find out as soon as possible what the old host knows.
"Dachengzi, Xiaocheng, you protect me, I'll take away the old host's memory!"