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Chapter 95 On the rectification, I would like to call you the great god of the Santan Haihui first!

"This can't be possible...it's not true!!!"

The poor old demon from Montenegro was almost bewildered by Fa Hai.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out why the Black Mountain Divine Seal, which he had spent thousands of years unable to completely refine, could be wielded like an arm in less than a stick of incense.

"Amitabha, is the donor confused as to how the poor monk received this mountain god's seal?"

Bending down and looking at the old Black Mountain demon who was suppressed by five fingers... ahem, the Mountain God Seal, with only one head exposed, Fa Hai raised the corner of his mouth with a warm and compassionate arc.

???

The old demon from Montenegro tried his best to raise his head and looked at Fahai with a little pleading and hope in his eyes.

"But the poor monk just didn't want to tell the donor."

Putting his hands together and saying the Buddha's name, Fa Hai pinched out a dharma seal and hit it on the talisman that was attached to the black mountain.

A bright golden light rose from the handle of the mountain god's seal. The old demon of Black Mountain felt that the supreme power was inexplicably blessing his soul. There was a sharp tearing pain, and then he lost consciousness.

"Amitabha, I am a compassionate Buddha. I think I will be willing to help the donor solve this problem."

After applying the magic power of the Mountain God's Seal to the opponent's soul, and barely able to maintain it for a few seconds, the Black Mountain Old Demon's soul, which was riddled with holes as his Dharma collapsed, was completely torn apart, and all his cultivation was in ruins.

The spirit of the old Black Mountain demon was annihilated, and Fahai was still not at ease.

After all, he has more than one trump card in his hand. He is an old demon with a cultivation level similar to his own, and he has been running a power for hundreds of years, so he more or less has some life-saving back-ups.

He must do his best to eliminate evil, but Fa Hai has no habit of making himself uncomfortable in the future.

He immediately made a gesture with his fingers and used the Buddhist power of destiny to make calculations based on the remaining body to find out whether the old Black Mountain demon was dead.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Still feeling a little uneasy, Fa Hai pondered for a moment, and then with a little bit of Samadhi True Fire in his mouth, he suddenly shot the body of the old demon from Black Mountain, and at the same time, the Buddha's voice began to shine.

"Namo Amitabha Night..."

He didn't leave the other party any chance of luck, and recited the Rebirth Mantra every life to save all the ghosts of the undead in the entire Black Mountain.

The little Nezha on the side, who had nothing to do, was swinging leisurely with half of his body hanging on the fire-pointed spear.

Seeing what Fahai had done, he suddenly thought of something and jumped down from the tip of the spear. He ran to the little monk with his short legs.

"Monk, what are you doing?"

After reciting the sutra, little Nezha immediately walked up to Fa Hai, poked his knee with his index finger, and asked with a shy face.

"This poor monk is praying for the salvation of the innocent souls who have suffered among the ghosts in Black Mountain."

Feeling that he could not destroy Nezha's glorious image of fighting in the world in the future, a certain Zen Master Fahai, who wrote cautiously and read from the heart, blinked his eyes, opened his eyes and said nonsense righteously.

"Yes, yes, you just say yes."

When asking for help, he knew clearly that the other person was talking nonsense, but Nezha cleverly did not expose it this time.

"What exactly do you want to express?"

Nezha, who had always been unruly and unruly, was so obedient today. Fa Hai looked over with even more vigilance.

"Well... I suddenly feel that I have a connection with that messy Buddha. How about you, young monk, teach me a few verses from scriptures. For example, this Rebirth Mantra would be good."

Rubbing his little fleshy hands, Nezha asked coyly.

"Why do you want to learn this? If you have learned Buddhism, how can you explain it to your master?"

Confused by Nezha, Fahai rubbed his bald head and questioned.

"I won't... I'm not... ah ah, stop pretending, I've made it clear, young master!"

After hemming and hawing for a long time without explaining why, Nezha suddenly messed up his hair manically and sat on the ground dejectedly.

"I just don't like that guy Shen Gongbao. I thought that when he comes to look for me, I will beat him to the ground in front of all the people in Chentangguan and his disciples, and then step on his face to save him. Rebirth."

Hold the grass!

When it comes to health care, I would like to call you Nezha, the Great God of Santan Haihui, the best in the world!

A majestic and moral golden immortal, just trampled under your feet in front of everyone, still uses Buddhist scriptures to save you. If this matter spreads out, it will definitely lead to social death!

In the future, when the golden immortals of the three sects meet, the first gossip they say is——

"Did you hear that so-and-so seemed to have been saved by a little doll stepping on his face..."

"No, it is said that the other party is nothing more than a three-year-old baby."

"Yes, yes, after all, he is still the Golden Immortal of Chanjiao. It is really embarrassing. We are ashamed to associate with such scum!"



How can he, Shen Gongbao, continue to hang out in front of all the immortal friends in the future?!

"What a good idea. This poor monk taught me this rebirth mantra. I hope the little benefactor Nezha will remember to broadcast it live in the group when the time comes."

After giving a thumbs up, Fahai dug into his sleeves, took out a thin page of gold paper, and handed it to the other party.

"It's easy to say, easy to say, thank you, little master Fahai!"

After getting what he wanted, Nezha, who had a childlike temper, immediately smiled happily and responded to Fa Hai's request in a hurry.

After solving the hidden danger of ghosts in Black Mountain, the only famous monster left is the centipede spirit in the capital.

Having previously learned from Fahai that the Imperial Master in charge of the capital was actually a centipede spirit, Yan Chixia was so shocked that she almost didn't immediately fly her sword to send a message back to the sect to summon people.

It was Fahai who had quick eyes and quick hands and held him down.

If you think about it, you will know that a great demon who is only half a step away from transcendence, trying to use the luck of the dynasty to ascend, no one can bear this kind of thing.

We are all desperately trying to achieve breakthroughs, but you kid is so good that you secretly take shortcuts without telling us, so you can share the good stuff with us!

Don't think that the Taoist monks in the Liaozhai world are too moral. This can be seen from the fact that they allow monsters to run rampant and harm the common people. People like Yan Chixia who pity the common people are aliens, and they are more focused on transcendence.

If you send a message back, let alone someone coming to support you, it is more likely that you will just sit and watch while they discuss it.

Once it is confirmed that Centipede Jing's move is feasible, the future dynasty will be miserable. Every time it reaches its peak, it will be attacked by a wave of leeks from practitioners.

After all, if I have the chance to ascend, I will care about the life and death of your ant-like people.

Most of the mortals were killed or injured, and they would recover after some time, but their chance to ascend was only once in a lifetime!

With such a huge temptation in front of you, how many people would not be tempted?

After calming down, Yan Chixia had to admit with a wry smile that Fahai's words were indeed reasonable.

He can guarantee that his lineage does not have such thoughts, but can he guarantee that everyone in Shushan is of the same mind?

If it is leaked out, if there is even the slightest mistake, all sentient beings in the world will suffer in the future.

He, Yan Chixia, can’t afford to gamble!




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