The four women were carried into the house. Jing Yuan covered the walls with charms and protected the door with a cassock. Liao Wenjie contributed a money sword and hung it on the door handle.
The two walked down the fifth floor side by side, not daring to take the elevator.
Everyone knows that if you take the elevator even though you know there is a ghost, it's not because you are in a hurry, but because you have too much time.
Following the corridor to the fourth floor, the cold fog became even worse. By the time we reached the second floor, we were already struggling to walk.
Shadows swayed and ghosts appeared.
The blood-red corridor lights were like human skin lanterns in the thick fog, swaying, flickering on and off.
In the blinding gray fog, silhouettes of ghosts stood upright, silently, staring directly at Liao Wenjie and Jingyuan, crowding the corridors and corridors to the point where it was difficult to move.
"The heaven and earth are natural, and the odor is dispersed..."
"According to the five mountains, the eight seas know..."
Liao Wenjie recited the [Godly Mantra to Purify Heaven and Earth] throughout the process to clear the way. At the beginning, not a single ghost within a radius of five meters dared to approach.
When we reached the stairwell on the second floor, the cold mist was too dense, forming a realm similar to hell on earth, and the power of the Heaven and Earth Purifying Spell was greatly reduced.
The surrounding ghosts could reach out and touch each other, looking at each other with malicious eyes. Even though Liao Wenjie prided himself on being an expert and bold, he couldn't help but feel a little unsure.
This is only the second floor, and there is another floor below. When we reach the source of the basement, the cold fog is even worse. If we want to use the passage to pass by, wouldn't we have to rub shoulders with the ghosts?
Just thinking about it makes me irritated.
Jing Yuan also recited a few passages of Buddhist scriptures, but the effect was far less powerful than Liao Wenjie's Divine Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth. Rounding it off, it was the same whether he had it or not.
He simply shut his mouth and held a Zen staff as a bodyguard to repel some daring ghosts that tried to get closer.
"Slay demons and bind evil, save thousands of ghosts..."
When he arrived at the first floor, Liao Wenjie was sweating and found that he couldn't hold on any longer.
After reciting the [Godly Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth] for more than ten times in a row, most of his mental power was consumed. And as he went down layer by layer, the fog in the underworld became thicker. Every time he recited a paragraph, the speed of mental power consumption became more and more exaggerated.
This is not bad!
Just like low-power anxiety or low-power phobia? Liao Wenjie suffers from low-power anxiety. The blue bar is lower than 95%? He feels uncomfortable all over, and the blue bar is lower than 50%. In his opinion?
the difference.
Not to mention fighting the BOSS, he would be uneasy even if he was fighting an elite monster. What if he was short of the 5%?
It was all caution that got him wrong!
No, can't bear it? Can't take risks.
Thoughts together? Liao Wenjie decided to shift his strategy. The righteousness he had felt on the fifth floor was completely forgotten.
Who hasn't boasted a few times when they were young? They were ignorant and didn't know how to count.
Liao Wenjie winked at Jingyuan while continuing to recite the "God's Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth".
Liao: Master, if you are poor, you can live alone. If you are rich, you can help the world. Now it is difficult for both of us to protect ourselves? Let the tall man be given the task of saving the world!
Jing: You see, the entrance to the basement is over there? Have you worked hard on this journey? Will you protect me later? This poor monk will risk his life to seal this hell gate.
Liao: Okay, look at my eyes and let’s rush out the door.
Jing: No problem.
After making eye contact, both parties nodded at the same time. Jingyuan gave a loud shout and rushed straight to the basement entrance.
At the same time, Liao Wenjie recited the incantation quickly, opened the way with the red rope, threw out two long whips, greased his feet and passed through the corridor, and ran out of the building in a whoosh.
"Damn it, is that guy a roadie? Why is he running in the opposite direction?"
Liao Wenjie turned his head in astonishment and looked at the corridor filled with ghosts. His expression suddenly changed, and he roughly understood what was going on.
Jingyuan is not a fool, but is worried that the two people's goals are too big. Rather than destroying the whole army, it is better to leave a spark of hope, so she doesn't say a word and leaves behind Duan in silence.
They agreed to go together, but Jingyuan chose to sacrifice herself.
For a moment, Liao Wenjie was moved by Jingyuan's fearless spirit of sacrifice: "This monk has a disgusting face and a stubborn mouth. He is more willing to admit defeat than anything else. In critical situations, his heart is truly compassionate... I am not as good as him in this regard. I
fear death."
On the other side, Jing Yuan rushed towards the basement with her Zen staff in hand, banging against the almost physical ghost wall. She urged Liao Wenjie twice to work harder, but there was no response for a long while. A drop of cold sweat flowed from her bald head, and her ferocious expression froze.
What about cover...?
He turned his head stiffly, not to mention covering up, Liao Wenjie's figure was nowhere to be found.
"It's better to be a bald donkey than to be a poor person!"
The surrounding ghosts swarmed up, and the situation was critical. Jingyuan didn't even have time to curse. He waved the Zen staff with both hands, rolled up a golden cyclone storm, and then inserted the Zen staff into the ground with a bang.
The Buddha's light first appeared, and his energy swept across all directions.
Taking advantage of the gap between the group of ghosts, Jingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the curse of Fudo Mingwang to cast down the devil.
The golden light surged up and swept away the thick fog in an instant. It only lasted for three seconds. The golden light gradually dimmed and was suppressed by the cold air within a radius of... five centimeters around him.
Let's put it this way, considering the length of body hair, if Jing Yuan had hair, this layer of golden light might not be able to cover it.
Click!
At this moment, a gun was pointed at his head.
"Monk, you are very brave!"
'Dasha' is condescending, with three black marks painted on his pale face. After his already fierce face was possessed by a ghost, he became a real ghost from hell. He went out in the middle of the night and scared people to death. He even scared his boyfriend to abandon his girlfriend and run away.
The road should be no problem.
"..."
Jingyuan clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. Sometimes his manpower is exhausted and his path can only go so far.
"Read it, why don't you read it?"
‘Dasha’ hit Jingyuan on the head with a gun, grinned ferociously, and said arrogantly: “Read a few more sentences and see which one is faster, your words or the gun in my hand!”
Clang!
A dagger came silently from behind, touching the artery in Dasha's neck, and extending out was a hand stretched out from the group of ghosts.
Black coat, white cuffs, and a leather watch on his wrist.
"I've seen a lot of arrogant ghosts. Those who are more arrogant than you are not as ugly as you, and those who are uglier than you are not as arrogant as you. You are truly unique and rare."
While speaking, Leon pushed away the ghosts on the left and right, and stood behind Dasha. He blew a heater into his ear and said softly: "Why, do you think that if there are more people, you can bully the less people?"
"Who are you?"
"Hey hey hey..."
"Crazy, is it great to have a knife?"
'Dasha' ignored the dagger on his neck and sneered: "I'm possessed by this guy. Even if you kill me, I can change my body. But it's you. Believe it or not, before you take the knife, I'll give it to you."
Shoot this damn bald donkey’s damn bald gourd with a gun.”
"I don't believe you can kill this stupid bald ass with one shot!"
Leon shook his head: "Would you like to take a gamble and see which one is faster, your gun or my knife?"
Jing Yuan: "..."
If a monk loses everything, he won't be angry, but gambling is taboo. Can he not participate in this gamble?
"Okay, I'll bet with you..."
Whoosh!
The dagger fell and cut off the wrist holding the gun of Dasha. Then, with a flash of silver light, it turned back and severed the artery in his neck.
Blood splashed out desperately, and Dasha fell to the ground and screamed. Leon stepped forward with a dagger, squatted down and stabbed Dasha one after another until his face was covered with blood. Dasha on the ground
'When there was no movement at all, I took out my handkerchief and wiped my face.
"Amitabha, thank you Taoist Priest for saving me, but... this man was just possessed by a ghost. He should not have suffered such a disaster and died unjustly."
Jingyuan picked up the Zen staff and leaned carefully against Leon. Although she didn't know why the ghosts were hesitant to step forward, it was enough to know that Leon was safe.
Come closer, you're right.
"Monk, stay away from me. You are so bright that I can't even wear sunglasses."
Leon raised his hand in front of his eyes and kicked Dasha on the ground: "Also, don't falsely accuse a good person. Look carefully. This guy was alive and well. Where did he die?"
"No, the poor monk saw it with his own eyes... Huh!?"
Hearing Dasha's heartbeat, Jingyuan was surprised and hurriedly knelt down to check.
Sure enough, he wasn't dead.
Not only was he not dead, there wasn't even a wound on his body. The blood everywhere seemed to appear out of thin air, and he didn't know where it came from.
That’s ridiculous!
"It's strange. I clearly saw him being stabbed more than twenty times, and the blood spurted to the ceiling. It shouldn't be..."
A question mark floated across Jingyuan's forehead. He couldn't solve this question.
"Hey, you bunch of ghosts, you have already stamped your stamp on the underworld, and you still dare to come back to the human world to run wild. Do you think you have too little debt and the water temperature is not high enough when you put it in the frying pan?"
Leon swept through the group of ghosts, stepped forward, pushed aside a few ghosts, and brought out his suitcase and Lily.
He opened the suitcase, rummaged around for a long time, and took out an oversized water gun, the kind with a backpack and water pipe, which had an amazing magazine reserve.
"???"
Jing Yuan: What are you doing here? Is it the monk in the west with holy water inside?
"Go back to where you came from. If there weren't so many ghosts out there and there wasn't enough plastic wrap, I would have stuffed you into the toilet one by one." Leon shouted while using a water gun to artificially lower the milk, which shocked the ghosts.
They screamed, smoke was coming from their bodies, and they ran towards the basement in a swarm.
The milk fell on the bald head and stayed along the skull. Jingyuan fell into silence.
It's milk, milk without any additives.
Then the problem arises, the ghosts who can’t suppress the magic spell are actually afraid of milk...
Why?
"Hiss!"
Dressed in black + sunglasses + suitcase + lilies, Jingyuan suddenly realized who the weirdo in front of her was.
Without thinking, he turned around and ran towards the door.
"Hey, Master Jingyuan, you finally came out. I thought you were heroic!"
Liao Wenjie blocked the door and raised his hand to stop Jingyuan: "The foreign aid I called for has arrived. Leon can't do anything else. He can always catch ghosts."
"Ajie, I'm not feeling well today. Let's talk about it another day. No, we'll talk another day."
Jingyuan waved her hands repeatedly, broke away from Liao Wenjie and ran out. No wonder people say that the broom star is evil, but it is true at first sight.
After a while, he began to doubt the Buddha.
You have to go home quickly, take a shower and change clothes, and burn incense in front of the Buddha for three days to get rid of bad luck.
Also, Buddha bless me, I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, I will forget all about this evil obstacle today. Otherwise, how will he be able to calm down and recite the mantra to subdue evil spirits in the future?
"Master, go slowly. I won't give them away. I'll keep those things for you. Remember to pick them up when you have time!"
Liao Wenjie waved from a distance, and in his sight was Jing Yuan who was running away without looking back.
"Oh, these people are all stupid in their cultivation. They have to figure out the reason for everything. Why don't they just treat them as weirdos?"
Liao Wenjie shook his head. Of course he knew what Jing Yuan was afraid of, but the problem was that Leon was a person with special powers, so there was no need to be afraid of him.
He is not afraid!
"Ajie, what is the weird thing you mentioned? Please point it out to me."
"Well, that's the bald guy just now."
Liao Wenjie pointed to the distance, and there was a small light spot, which was jumping and shining brightly.