Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11320

"But, there is a snake coiled on your head, and the snake's head is wrapped around your shoulders. No matter which version of the Buddhist Guanyin is, there is no such appearance!"

Yang Ruoqing went on to analyze that the image of Guanyin is an image of great mercy and compassion. Even if she had three heads and six arms, she could not cover up the key element of compassion.

But the image of the god before him was not one of compassion, but one filled with evil.

"Female donor, female bodhisattva, female noble lady, I am not worshipping Goddess Guanyin, I am worshipping Grandma Bai! Grandma Bai is one of the guardian fairies, and her true form is the snake fairy!"

Hearing Chen Banxian's correction, Yang Ruoqing turned around and stared at him with a serious face.

"That's even more wrong," Yang Ruoqing said, "Among the five guardian gods, the snake corresponds to the Liu family, and the hedgehog corresponds to the Bai family!"

"Ah?" Chen Banxian was so shocked that his mouth opened wider again, big enough to fit an egg in it.

Yang Ruoqing continued, "Among the five families, except for the Bai family who appears as a woman, the other four families usually appear to the world in the form of men!"

"So, Chen Banxian, the deity you worship is a weird creature. You worship evil demons and heretics. You use evil demons and heretics to make money. You yourself are the spokesperson for evil demons!"

"I'm not, don't talk nonsense..."

"Okay, I now officially suspect you of having any connection with the Black Lotus Cult. I'm going to take you to the authorities!"

When Yang Ruoqing said this, she gave Luo Fengtang a look.

Luo Fengtang understood and hurried over to pick up Chen Banxian from the ground like a chick and held him in his hands.

Chen Banxian was so frightened that he was paralyzed, with only his mouth begging for mercy: "Please spare my life, I am not from the Black Lotus Sect. Those people will be beheaded if they rebel!"

"Please spare me, I am a good citizen, a real good citizen!"

"Whether you are a good citizen or not is not up to you to decide, it's up to me, your aunt, to decide!"

Yang Ruoqing rushed to Chen Banxian with a ferocious look on her face, raised her hand and slapped him twice, then said to Luo Fengtang: "I want to represent justice and publicly try this old man who pretends to be a ghost and his two apprentices!"

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Okay!"

Then he raised his hand and slammed the door shut.

Luo Fengtang dragged the two disciples to the ground in the middle of the room.

The young disciple was still in a coma, a real coma, but the eldest disciple had already woken up. He opened his eyes a little and saw his master Chen Banxian being beaten into a pig's head by Yang Ruoqing. The eldest disciple quickly closed his eyes again.

This little trick of his may deceive others, but if he tries to be clever under the noses of two martial artists, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, it would be laughable.

Because whether a person is truly in a coma or faking a coma, and how deep the coma is, these things can be judged through his breath and pulse.

As for martial artists, they have sharp ears and eyes, and as their martial arts skills improve, the acuity of their five senses also increases simultaneously.

So for the little apprentice who was really unconscious, Luo Fengtang slapped him on the face, and the little apprentice woke up. After waking up, because of the pain on his cheek, he subconsciously wanted to attack, but when he met Luo Fengtang's deep and dark eyes, the horrible fragmented memory fragments before the coma were immediately pieced together.

The young disciple was so scared that he covered his face with one hand and used the other hand to support himself on the ground and tried to move his butt backwards, still shouting incoherently: "Don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Luo Fengtang really didn't have much interest in fighting him, because in Luo Fengtang's eyes, the other party was really no different from an ant or a cave maggot.

Luo Fengtang turned and walked up to the eldest disciple, picked up a pot of tea on the table in the corner and poured it on the other's face.

The tea was not hot, it was warm, but when it was poured all at once onto a person's face at such an angle, the tea flowed into the eldest disciple's mouth, nose, and ears, choking him. The tea leaves blocked his breathing, and the fear of drowning instantly gripped the eldest disciple's heart.

He suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground, trying to get rid of the soft and soaked tea leaves covering his face with his hands while coughing violently.

Water had entered his trachea and lungs, which was spicy and irritating. He coughed so hard that his lungs were broken and he couldn't straighten his back. His face turned red, and his tears, snot, saliva, and the tea that he coughed up all mixed together, forming a miserable picture of masochism.

While coughing, the eldest disciple suddenly exerted force and ran towards the door.

Luo Fengtang stood still and with a swing of his long legs, he swept the eldest disciple into the inner room next door.

When he swept into the inner room, the door was originally closed. All of a sudden, the door was knocked down and fell on the eldest disciple.

"Oh my, my dear, you are a little violent today!" Yang Ruoqing was still fiddling with Chen Banxian. When she heard the noise, she raised her head and looked towards Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang said nothing and followed him into the inner room with a gloomy face.

If you dare to play tricks under his nose, you are courting death!
Then, screams of the eldest disciple were heard from the inner room.

After the scream, the man strangely did not faint, but remained conscious to endure the horror that followed.

This is Luo Fengtang's method and sense of measure. If it were anyone else, it would be difficult for them to control this strength and they might kill the other person accidentally.

This method is nothing to Luo Fengtang. It is just the tip of the iceberg among his many methods.

"Little disciple, don't learn to be clever from your senior brother. If you don't want to suffer, just be good. Do you understand?" While fiddling with Chen Banxian, Yang Ruoqing did not forget to give a friendly smile to the frightened little disciple like an intimate elder sister, and gave correct reminders.

The young disciple saw his senior brother being beaten so hard that his throat was broken by screaming, and his master was kneeling on the ground, being pinched by Yang Ruoqing's neck, his face swollen like a pig's head. The young disciple was pale with panic, kneeling on the ground and nodding repeatedly.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing look away with satisfaction. She said to Luo Fengtang, "Light up all these candles. I like two candles at a time."

Luo Fengtang nodded, and soon many candles were lit in the room. These were the white candles that Chen Banxian had lit earlier to create a weird atmosphere to deceive the customers. Some of them were blown out by the wind brought by Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang when they broke in.

At this moment, the white candle was lit again, and the surroundings were as bright as day, but the whole room was more eerie and terrifying than ever before.

Because in the eyes of Chen Banxian and his two disciples, the most eerie and terrifying thing at this moment is the couple in front of them.

From beginning to end, Chen Banxian had no chance to inquire about the couple's origins and what was the purpose of coming to their house to cause trouble!
"Okay, I'm going to interrogate you now." Yang Ruoqing pulled a stool and sat down in front of Chen Banxian and the little disciple.

The eldest disciple was also dragged out of the inner room by Luo Fengtang like a dead pig and thrown aside to intimidate Chen Banxian and the younger disciple.