Chapter two hundred and sixty-seven: came the sound of wooden fish (2)
Lin Yi and Lu Yaozhu headed towards the sound of wooden fish, but Jing Mo still chased them closely and kept closing the distance between them.
As Lin Yi and Lu Yaozhu flew by quickly, a forest appeared in the early morning mist ahead.
The sound of the wooden fish came from the forest.
Lin Yi and Lu Yaozhu flew into the forest.
At this moment, there was a young monk walking forward in the forest. He was wearing a cassock, with Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and holding a wooden fish in his hand as he walked.
Lin Yi flew over and winked at the young monk, who understood.
Then Lin Yi and Lu Yaozhu ducked behind the tree.
At this moment, the ghostly image of Jing Mo also flashed.
When the young monk saw Jing Mo's figure, he sat cross-legged in front of the tree. He continued to knock the wooden fish in his hand and read scriptures in his mouth.
Jing Mo also arrived, and he stopped suddenly.
Jing Mo tilted his head and looked at the young monk. He quietly listened to the sound of wooden fish and the chanting of sutras.
The monks, Buddhist beads, cassocks, the sound of wooden fish, and the sound of chanting sutras all made Jingmo completely relax physically and mentally at this moment. The bloodthirsty red light in his eyes also changed. He became intoxicated.
A picture appeared in his chaotic mind.
Although he became a demon, this picture was still hidden deep in his heart.
Now the face was awakened.
In the picture, there is a Buddhist hall. In the middle of the hall are three large Buddha statues. In the middle is Sakyamuni Buddha, with Medicine Buddha and Namo Amitabha on both sides. On both sides of the hall are eighteen Arhat statues with different shapes.
The hall was filled with fragrance, and rows of bald monks sat cross-legged.
The monks looked solemn and pious.
The monks knocked on wooden fish and chanted scriptures.
There are three monks in the front, and these three monks are also the leaders of the monks. Two of these three monks are older, and the middle one has gray eyebrows and a face full of wrinkles. The monk on the left is also older.
The body is shriveled and thin, but the monk on the right is very young. His skin is as white and as fine as wax, and he has a delicate face.
At this moment, Jingmo's soul seemed to have traveled back several years ago, back to that morning, and back to that temple.
He walked into the main hall and looked at the monks chanting sutras. Then he walked forward slowly and walked up to the three nearest monks.
The two old monks raised their heads. They were still banging the wooden fish and chanting scriptures, but they smiled at Jing Mo. Their smiles were as warm as the warm sun in the cold winter.
Jing Mo said to the old monk in the middle: "What is your name?"
The old monk replied: "Feiyun."
Jing Mo asked the withered old monk on the right again.
"What's your name again?"
The wizened old monk said: "Feidu."
Then Jing Mo walked up to the young monk with white wax skin, and he slowly squatted down.
He felt that this young monk seemed familiar.
Jing Mo looked at the young monk and said, "What is your name again?"
The young monk stared at him with a pair of clear eyes and said, "I am you and you are me. Don't you know what my name is? Don't you know who you are?"
Jing Mo said: "I don't know."
The young monk sighed softly and said: "You have been lost for too long. You have forgotten who you are and how you came here. Then let me tell you, my name is Feizhu!"
Flying candle!
At this moment, Jing Mo was startled. The main hall and the monks in front of him began to disappear like evaporated water under the sun. The main hall was not there, the monks were not there, Feiyun and Feidu were not there, and even Fei Zhu was not there.
It also slowly disappeared.
There were only woods in front of me, and only this chanting monk sitting cross-legged in front of the tree.
So Jing Mo slowly squatted down, and the young monk stopped chanting and opened his eyes to look at him. Although he was facing the terrifying Jing Mo, there was no fear on the young monk's face.
Jing Mo looked at him. Although this monk was young, his skin was bronze and his appearance was extremely ordinary.
Jing Mo said to the young monk: "What is your name?"
The young monk said: "My name is Qingwu."
Jing Mo used his nose to sniff the young monk again. While sniffing, he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Are you a monk? But the smell on you is wrong, not like a monk. Your sinful smell is too heavy..."
The young monk was shocked when he heard Jing Mo's words. While Jing Mo was still sniffing on him, suddenly, a boning knife slipped out of the young monk's sleeve and fell into his hand.
The young monk used his sword quickly and viciously.
The knife stabbed Jing Mo in the chest.
At this moment, Jing Mo was sniffing the young monk, and he never expected that the young monk would suddenly make a sneak attack.
Then the boning knife penetrated into the bones of Jing Mo's cavity.
This young monk is dressed up as a little boy. In order to look realistic, the little boy shaved his head and added ring scars. He looks exactly like a monk.
Lin Yi's plan was to let the boy confuse Jing Mo, and then wait for an opportunity to make a sneak attack, stabbing Jing Mo into the heart with a knife, killing the blood demon slave.
The little boy killed countless people and could accurately stab a person's heart with a knife with his eyes closed.
But what the little boy encountered was a quiet demon.
And Jing Mo was the number one master in Shaolin back then.
Just as the blade of the blade entered Jing Mo's cavity, Jing Mo let out a strange laugh, the bones on his body creaked, and his body and bones contracted instantly. As a result, the boning knife was tightly clamped by Jing Mo's flesh and bones, making it difficult to penetrate even half of it.
inch.
At this time, the little boy was no longer strong enough to pierce the deboning knife into Jing Mo's heart.
The little boy was shocked.
Jing Mo's red eyes became frightening again and filled with bloodthirsty desire.
Jing Mo also shouted angrily and furiously at the little boy.
"You are not a monk! You are not... not..."
At this moment, a voice came into the forest.
"Yes, he is not a monk! He is a liar. Kill him!"
Then there were two demonic howls.
This demonic roar is an order issued to Jingmo.
At the same time, a red shadow flew into the forest.
This figure is none other than the Blood Demon.
In the Blue Sky Mountain, the Blood Demon and Jing Mo were separated due to the breakout. After the Blood Demon came out of the abyss, he could not find Jing Mo. The Blood Demon did not know where to find Jing Mo, so he asked Jiang Wantong to search for Jing Mo for him.
An hour ago, Jiang Wantong sent a message to the Blood Demon, saying that he had found traces of the Jing Demon in this area.
So the blood demon hurriedly came to find him.
Blood Demon is also a coincidence.
The blood demon figure floated towards the two of them.
Hearing the scream of the blood demon, Jing Mo slapped the little boy on the head with his palm.
At close range, Jing Mo not only clamped the little boy's boning knife, but Jing Mo's Zhixie Qi surged into the blade, and also sucked the little boy's hand to the handle of the knife, making him unable to move.
Therefore, the little boy simply cannot avoid the clutches of Jing Mo.
But Jing Mo's palm did not hit the little boy's head. At the moment of the sparks of calcium carbide, a palm hit Jing Mo's palm. The one who struck was Lin Yi. Lin Yi instantly came out from behind the tree to relieve the little boy.
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Jing Mo's palm was a strike of anger, and it was very powerful. Lin Yi's palm was an all-out effort to save the little boy, and its power surged like a tide.
Jing Mo's figure was shaken out by Lin Yi's palm.
Jing Mo's body was squatting, so he was knocked out in a squatting position. His feet also left two deep marks on the ground. Jing Mo's body slid out nearly a foot.
Lin Yi was so shocked that a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Yi was also shaken by the force of Jing Mo's palm, his body trembled and his blood boiled.
At this moment, three iron nets suddenly flew out nearby.