Taoist chanting

Chapter 287 Which song was sung?
"Crack", Zhang Wenfeng threw the man who was forbidden to acupoint Yuan Qi, like a broken sack, on the dilapidated Tingfeng Rock, and the speechless man slammed heavily on the hard rock, rolling over in pain. The pampered man rolled his eyes.

When dealing with the captives of the bad guys, Zhang Guanzhu did not have the problem of taking care of them lightly.

"Lu Zijin, look at him a little bit, I will go to the bottom of the canyon later, collect the woman who fell down as a witness, and then hand it over to the courtyard."

Zhang Wenfeng took out an oilcloth bag from the storage space, ordered the black donkey, and then glanced around, not knowing where Mo Ye had gone, and swiftly removed the valuable items on the prisoner, such as swords, spirit stones, and pill bottles. Scrapped, scraped, books, talismans, etc., put them all into a bag, rolled up the bag, and stuffed it into the donkey's shoulder that was crushed and deformed.

The donkey, carrying the revived and still weak badger, flew steadily in the air, and promised, "Don't worry, the Lord, I will pay attention to the movement near and far."

Zhang Wenfeng followed the fresh blood left on both sides of the stone wall and slowly landed down the canyon.

The bottom of the valley is seven to eight hundred feet deep, and there are branches, leaves and vines blocking it, so the bottom cannot be detected.

Looking at the broken bushes, thorns, rags hanging from broken branches, broken flesh and so on, Zhang Wenfeng kept his expression on his face, and felt that the woman's end was miserable, and he really answered the sentence old saying.

There is no way for misfortune or good fortune, only people call themselves.

The retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow.

Silently chanting scriptures to calm his fluctuating mood, passing through the whirling windy area, continuing to descend and fly, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, the blood on the mossy stone wall was too fresh, and the blood was still dripping down.

Looking up, it was so dark that there was no line of sky.

The wind is blowing everywhere, and there are faint sounds of fighting on the battlefield, chanting sutras, magic explosions, and other strange and strange sounds.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly. As a temporary ghost messenger, he ran into a ghost again, and he didn't feel any fear in his heart. At worst, he still had Mo Ye's escape route. He suddenly understood the reason for Mo Ye's disappearance, because with Mo Ye by his side, all His evil spirits will not appear, nor dare to appear.

No matter how powerful an evil ghost is in the world, how dare it act presumptuously in front of Mo Ye?

After thinking for a while, he clasped his fists and said, "Taoist monk Zhang Kedao, come to visit, the master's house has put on such a pomp, why don't you show up and meet?"

Alcohol and voices echoed in the darkness, with echoes appearing repeatedly and gradually disappearing.

He used the visiting etiquette, of course he had to declare his family name.

Using the name of this life was worried about being used secretly, so he reported the name that had not been used for a long time in the previous life.

A little white light shines in the dark.

A figure came from a distance, and when it got close, it was only when the cloak was lifted that it was the female nun who fell down earlier.

The Taoist robe on the woman's body has been replaced by a dazzling red dress that seems to be stained with blood. The face that was fragmented and pieced together is so pale that there is no blood at all. Among them, the left eyeball is still hanging on the edge of the eye socket, turned upwards, staring at the dark place. A Taoist standing leisurely.

A bone lamp emitting pale white light floated in front of the woman.

"Honored guest, the master is here to welcome you!"

The appalling woman stretched out her hand to put her eyeballs into their sockets, smiled delicately, and bestowed a charming blessing.

The whole person exuded a gloomy and strange aura, and as the woman stood up by herself, the eyeball rolled and swung again.

Zhang Wenfeng returned the salute with clasped fists calmly, and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble, please lead the way."

He found that the stone walls on both sides disappeared without knowing when, and his spiritual sense could not detect the edge in the darkness.

The mysterious existence hidden in this place, with such great supernatural powers, can actually arrange a barrier similar to a small world. All his worries are in vain. He simply went to see it. Of course, he will still make the preparations that should be done. In the first sentence of the Taoist scriptures, the halo flow, there is a trace of invisible golden light touching the consciousness, which can make him not be confused by ghosts and evil spirits.

He can cast supernatural powers at any time and launch a "bell-ringing curse" attack.

The female ghost in red dress who was occupying the magpie's nest flew forward slowly, Zhang Wenfeng followed with a somewhat careless expression.

The fighting and howling in the dark have long since disappeared.

After walking for more than ten miles, I came to a square gate. The bronze pillars on both sides were carved with ancient runes and animal shapes. There was no lintel plaque on the top, and a soft white light illuminated the dark gate.

The sound of silk and bamboo came from inside the door, the tune was passionate and enthusiastic, it was not a sad tune, but a welcome song.

The female ghost in the red dress held up a white lantern to appease the guests.

Zhang Wenfeng listened for a moment, stepped into the bronze threshold, and stepped on the ground.

The world inside the gate is very large. The two main halls on the left and right are actually scenes of various punishments in hell, just like the records in the ancient books. The two green-faced and long-toothed little ghosts on the left are catching a man in the frying pan, and the boiling oil is frying him naked The man is ups and downs, howling in pain, the right side is pulling out the tongue, and the back is lined up with tortures such as grinding and pushing, heart digging, fire burning, cold water, mountain of knives, car splitting, pounding, sawing, mending scriptures, and running wheels.

There was a mixture of shrill and miserable howls, and the smell of blood was unpleasant.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't go further inside, looked around and said: "The host's way of hospitality is also unique, it's probably ridiculous to create these fake hells."

No matter how bleak the scene was, nothing could shake his mind.

In his opinion, it is all vain, something to sharpen the state of mind.

"The guests don't like it, accept it, accept it all, all nonsense, brainless idiots, shame on me, quickly change the lively show for the guests, if you don't serve the guests well, I will eat you trash. "

A rough and wild sound roared from the deepest part of the hall, shaking the hall to buzz.

The two punishment halls suddenly jumped up and down.

No matter if it was a kid or a sinner who was put into the frying pan, they hurriedly lifted the instruments of torture down, with panic on their faces, for fear that if they were too slow for a moment, the terrifying existence would be unhappy and eat them.

In a short period of time, the scene in the hall changed, and a stage was set up in the middle.

Two sets of seats and tables are arranged below, and various snacks, tea, and fruits are placed on the table. A little ghost tremblingly stretches out his hand to invite guests to sit in the right seat.

Zhang Wenfeng was at a loss as to which song the hidden master was singing.

He didn't embarrass the little ghost, he could see that the little ghost was really afraid of that existence, so he sat down happily, the tea and fruit looked unique and attractive, but he didn't reach out to pick them up to enjoy, who knows if these are disgusting like carrion human urine thing?

A few little ghosts babbled and sang the opera on the stage, but Zhang Wenfeng couldn't understand a word. He didn't know what singing language the little ghosts used.

Zhang Wenfeng dozed off watching it, but he didn't show it, he knew that if he showed something, these little devils might really suffer, so he patiently watched the play seriously.

Turning his head to look to the left, a fat man dressed as a judge in a red robe was sitting on a chair smiling at him and cupping his hands.

"Neglect, negligence, my official is Cui Jue, the judge of the Hall of Souls, and I have met Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Wenfeng regained his energy, and the real master finally showed up. He cupped his fists in return: "Judge Cui is polite."

He couldn't see the depth of the other party's cultivation. The fat man sitting on the chair had the same breath as a living person. He knew that the other party was definitely not Cui Jue, the judge of the underworld. The judge Cui who was in charge of life and death was really too famous.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Zhang Wenfeng asked, "I don't know Judge Cui, please come here, what can I advise you?"

The fat man showed his white teeth with a smile, and said: "My term of office is about to expire and I am about to leave, but the Hall of Soul Rescue cannot be left alone for a day, so I would like to invite Mr. to take on the important task of succeeding the judge and in charge of the Hall of Soul Restraint for five hundred years. "

Zhang Wenfeng was dumbfounded, what did the fat man sing?
It's really the same, if you want him to be a false judge behind closed doors at the bottom of the canyon, five hundred years?

He wondered if he was in an illusion. He silently recited Chapter 1 of the Daoist scriptures. There was an invisible thought power spreading on his body. The screams of the little ghosts fighting on the stage twisted and turned into black mist and disappeared, not even the stage props.

The fat man sitting across from him was still smiling, and took a sip from the teacup, unaffected by the scriptures that were close at hand.

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(End of this chapter)