The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 280 Chaos
In Yunzhou, a small village called Shikeng.

Yunzhou is a place with a large surrounding area, because the Liao Kingdom Tartars often invaded the border, most of Yunzhou is quite barren, only a few important military towns have a little bit of prosperity.

Shikeng Village is a backwater, a small barren mountain village with little military value.

There are hundreds of thousands of villages like this in Yunzhou.

But this Shikeng Village is a bit different. Although they are poor, they seem to have a lot of spiritual enjoyment.

When night falls, all the young and old in the village will light a bonfire in front of a big bluestone, then form a circle and kneel down devoutly.

They will shout in unison: "Qinglian Buddha Mother, the supreme kindness and the highest, protect my hometown and prosper forever."

Although these villagers were dressed in rags and their faces were yellow and thin, they all had expressions of fanaticism and ecstasy on their faces.

In their eyes, this is not an ordinary stone, but a green lotus that has not yet bloomed, but the Holy Mother of Mercy from the Buddha Kingdom is gestating in it.As long as they pray day and night and keep making offerings, when the green lotus blooms, the Buddha Mother will take them to the Land of Ultimate Bliss.

This is definitely not an illusion, because more than one person has felt the vibration brought by the bluestone, and some people have seen the graceful figure conceived in the bluestone, and heard the wonderful sound of Buddhism from inside.

Their life is too hard, the Tatars of the Liao Kingdom will come to dig grass valleys, and the heavy taxes of the Great Zhou make them unable to hold their heads up.Eat less, wear less medicine, as long as there is a random snowstorm, the livestock in the village will die in large numbers, and then people will also die.

Therefore, even if it was just a vain hope, they were willing to believe that there were gods who could save them, feed them and clothe them warmly, and never suffer from hunger and cold again.

However, they cannot see the truth.

Just above the blue stone, a strange man wearing a colorful fur cloak sat cross-legged, breathing the air with a strong will power with a joyful expression.

He is Shi Mo Chushan, a native of the Liao Kingdom, a little shaman who has just broken through to the realm of holding mantras.

The shaman in the food-breathing state can only breathe out aura and strengthen his body, and the shaman in the mantra-holding state can use spells.But Shi Mo Chushu's talent is really mediocre, after many years of learning, he only knows some low-level illusions.

Although he is a little-known little figure among shamans, to mortals, he is a high god.

The bluestone is just an ordinary bluestone, the vibration is kicked out by him, and the figure is drawn by him. As for the so-called wonderful sound of Buddhism, he randomly found a Buddhist scripture and opened his mouth to recite it.

As long as you use illusion to cover up your figure while doing this, these stupid Zhou people will appear as gods.

And when these villagers kowtow to the bluestone, they will have the power of incense and fire.

Shi Mo Chushu didn't know how to use the power of incense and fire, but he could feel it, and the efficiency of practicing spells in such an environment with strong desire power would be higher than usual... just a little bit.

Of course, this is just one of the benefits.

The real advantage is that he needs these Zhou people as materials to practice spells for him.

The most famous spell of shamans is to skin people, and then use spells to sew animal skins, so that people can be manipulated into half-human, half-animal monsters.

This kind of incantation is very cruel. It is hard to know how many times you have to fail before you can succeed once.

Shi Mo Chushan is just a small person, the slaves in the Liao Kingdom are too expensive, and he can't even empty out his family, so he sneaked into the territory of Da Zhou, pretending to be ghosts in these wilderness villages.

Let these people fanatically worship something first, and when they are completely brainwashed, they can be made to be his experimental subjects willingly.

The skin-changing spell requires a person to perform it in a sober state. The more they resist, the lower the success rate will be. Only those who are fanatical enough to endure the excruciating pain of skinning with willpower will have a higher success rate of skin-changing.

Shi Mo Chushu is not greedy either, as long as he successfully makes two animal skin puppets, he can return with a rewarding reward.

It's just that so many years have passed, and he killed two or three hundred Zhou people, but all of them failed in the end.

"Perhaps, I really have no talent."

When Shi Mo Chushu was feeling emotional, his face was full of loneliness, but he didn't see any regrets.

Because in the eyes of Shi Mo Chushan, Zhou people are not human beings at all, they are just talking beasts, and they don't feel any guilt in killing them.

After sighing, Shi Mo Chushan lowered his head to look at those devoutly worshiping people, touched his chin and said to himself: "There are also a few women in this valley who are not bad, and it's not bad to eat them and then peel them. "

Just as Shi Mo Chushu was selecting the next experimental product, dozens of five-color flags scattered like shooting stars.

Shi Mo Chushan was taken aback, and looked up to the sky in a panic, only to see a Taoist priest in armor standing in mid-air, his hands constantly forming handprints.

Only then did Shi Mo Chuxi realize that it was Da Zhou's practitioners who came to trouble him.

"Dare to provoke your grandfather?! I haven't skinned a practitioner before, so I just want to try you!"

Shi Mo Chuxi was chanting words, and the blindness spell was cast, which would make the Taoist priest in the sky blind.

However, the mana was used, but the faint light of the spell could not fall on the Taoist priest, because the colored flags that fell on the ground emitted colorful lights, completely trapping Shi Mo Chushu in it, and his spells could not penetrate. This enchantment.

Shi Mo Chushu was not good either, seeing that the spell was ineffective, he took out a finger-sized bottle and threw it towards the barrier.

The bottle shattered, and large pieces of gray dust flew out, turning into green will-o'-the-wisps in mid-air.The colorful enchantment burned by the will-o'-the-wisps began to crumble, and it seemed that it would not last long.

Shi Mo Chushan roared, his body swelled up, and he slammed into the barrier, smashing the already unstable barrier completely.

However, just as he regained his freedom, he saw the Taoist priest showing him his left hand, and there was a bright red charm in the palm of the Taoist priest.

"Certainly!"

Following the order of the Taoist priest, Shi Mo Chushu's body froze completely.

Shi Mo Chushu tried very hard to break away from the fixing spell, but before he could succeed, a colorful flag flew out and hit him hard on the back of the head.

Even though the shaman was strong and strong, he couldn't hold back and passed out after being hit hard on the back of the head.

Not every shaman has a death spell to help him divert damage.

Seeing Shi Mo Chu Shu fell down, the Taoist laughed and said: "Hahaha, you know that I know Qiu Yiye's strength, and I succeeded in arresting him the first time. God helped me."

This Taoist priest is Zhiqiu Yiye who has a good relationship with Daoran. A few days ago, Zhiqiu Yiye was severely injured by the real Lingsu in order to help Bai Suzhen. The elixir used as a thank you gift.

Later, Zhiqiu Yiye wanted to join the Big Dipper Guard, so Daoran asked Shenxiu to help him set up a hundred households for Zhiqiu Yiye.

According to Daoran's list, Beidouwei is arresting those cultivators who commit crimes all over the world, and Shi Mo Chushu is one of them.

This shaman was not wronged, because the list given by Daoran was not only the name, but also recorded most of the evil things they did and the magic methods they used.

This is thanks to the resentful souls of the city of vain death staring at the enemy every day and night, and their methods and habits are clearly seen.

Before Zhiqiu Yiye came, he knew what spells Shi Mo Chushu was good at, and he had already figured out how to deal with it. Sure enough, every ring perfectly restrained the opponent.

Zhiqiu Yiye pressed the flying sword and grabbed Shi Mochu.

Then he said to the frightened villagers around: "Don't worship, this blue stone is not Qinglian Buddha Mother, it is this Tartar who used magic to deceive you."

After speaking, Zhiqiu Yiye grabbed Shima Chushu and left the place regardless of whether the villagers believed it or not.

The villagers saw Zhiqiu Yiye disappearing into the sky, and then they started arguing in a panic.

These villagers have almost no ability to resist risks. In order to worship Qinglian Buddha, they missed the farming season and sacrificed livestock. The village has been emptied of everything.

How is it acceptable to tell them it's fake now?
Seeing that chaos was about to break out, the village chief hurriedly said loudly: "Stop arguing, Qinglian Buddha Mother must be true. Everything just now is just a test given to us by the Buddha Mother. If we just give up like this The real waste of all previous efforts!

"Qinglian Buddha Mother, the supreme kindness and the highest, protects my hometown and prospers forever."

The old village head shouted the previous slogan in a hoarse voice. Seeing this scene, the villagers gradually calmed down, but soon fell into another kind of frenzy.

"Qinglian Buddha Mother, the supreme kindness and the highest, protects my hometown and prospers forever."

"Qinglian Buddha Mother, the best and the highest..."

……

Crazy prayers came and went, and the voices finally became orderly. The wishes of the villagers gathered into a magical force and poured it into the bluestone.

There was a light click, which was drowned in the passionate prayers.

No one noticed that a small crack appeared on the bluestone.

Zhiqiu Yiye didn't know what happened in this small village after he left, he just came to arrest the criminals, other things had nothing to do with him.

As long as this prisoner is brought back, he will be promoted.

As a cultivator, it seems that such an official fan is putting the cart before the horse, but the so-called six doors are easy to practice.Just joining Beidouwei and becoming a hundred households, Zhiqiu Yiye felt that his cultivation speed was faster than before.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, and the luck of the dynasty has also been sensed, and there have been corresponding changes.

People with the blessing of an official position will have higher cultivation efficiency and less chance of becoming obsessed, and maybe they will have some adventures due to luck.

But I have to be careful, it takes several days to fly from Yunzhou to the capital, so I can't let this guy get away.

Thinking this way, Zhiqiu Yiye lowered his head and glanced at Shi Mo Chushan, only to find that something was wrong with this person.

"It's just dizzy, why didn't you even have a breathing and heartbeat?"

Zhiqiu Yiye was taken aback, lifted Shimo Chushan's head, and stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and sure enough, he didn't even have a pulse.

Zhiqiu Yiye said in shock: "No way, why did he die? Didn't it mean that this person has a good kung fu practice and is difficult to deal with?"

It was written clearly on the list that Shi Mo Chushu was a shaman in the spell-holding realm. He had strengthened his body with aura and was stronger than a bear. How could he die after being knocked on the head?

But Zhiqiu Yiye repeatedly insisted that there was only one wound on Shi Mo Chushan's body, that is, he was hit on the back of the head.And looking at his bloodshot eyes, it seemed that he was really beaten to death with a stick.

Zhiqiu Yiye sighed, and could only accept his fate.

Although I said that I would try my best to capture them alive when I received the mission, I also mentioned that if the opponent resists in a corner, they will be killed on the spot.It's just that if you kill it, the credit is definitely not as high as capturing it alive.

"You said that you are really good-for-nothing, and most of my credit for Daoist was in vain."

No matter how unhappy Zhiqiu Yiye was, he could only bring the corpse back to Beijing to report on his duties.

And not long after Zhiqiu Yiye left, three ghost messengers got out of the ground and looked around in broad daylight.

Although they are not the big-headed ghosts and long-tongued ghosts that Daoran is familiar with, the appearance of these three ghosts is also unforgettable at first sight. Anyway, they are so terrifying that they can stop children from crying at night.

"Damn it, why did a cultivator suddenly die, isn't it time?"

"Isn't it rare these days to die before the time comes? Recently, the world is about to undergo drastic changes. More animals are fertilized, and more mortals are enlightened. I'll be busy in the future."

"Two brothers, don't complain, why can't you see the soul?"

Logically speaking, even a cultivator, when he just died, his soul would be a little confused, and he would stay where he was, and he would gradually wake up after half an hour.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the ghost messengers can directly put on the shackles, and they are sure to catch one.

But the three ghost messengers didn't delay at all on the way, but when they came up, they found that Shi Mo Chushu's soul was missing.

"Strange, could it be that he was trapped in the corpse and ran away with that Taoist priest?"

While the three ghosts were wondering, suddenly the world went dark.

It seemed that there was an extra black curtain above the head, covering the three ghosts.

But if you look closely, you can see where there is a curtain, it is clearly a mouth that is hundreds of feet wide.Countless white sharp teeth filled it, and swallowed the three ghosts in one bite.

The three ghost guards could clearly see it, but they couldn't avoid it and couldn't move. They watched themselves being swallowed by this big mouth, and their bodies were cut and crushed by the sharp teeth, turning into a smelly meat paste.

In the next second, the big mouth disappeared, and Tirodado returned to a short form and appeared here, with black blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Tirodado licked his lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "I haven't eaten ghost food for many years, why is the taste so bad?"

Tirodado, who was addicted to his mouth, took out a translucent soul, and Chushu's face appeared on the floating spirit body from time to time.

"Let me see, what kind of ability do you have, and you can still be involved in such a big event as subverting the Heavenly Court."

Tirodado stretched out a finger and touched Shima Chushu's soul.

I saw billowing devilish energy dyeing the soul black, and then a huge devil came out of the soul.

Tiloda took a big look at the tall and ferocious demon, then at the soul in his hand, and said, "A demon who can conceive this kind of talent must do a lot of evil."

Devils are born with evil thoughts, and the stronger the evil thoughts, the stronger the devils will be.Demonic Bodhisattvas such as Tiradada were born from the evil thoughts of Dazizatian, so Dazizatian can also be said to be the father of all demons.

Tirodado threw the soul of Shima Chushu to the new devil, and said: "No matter what method you use, ask me what I want, if there is no result within three days, I will eat you." !"

The two-foot-tall demon knelt tremblingly in front of the short Tirodado, and tremblingly said, "Follow the decree of the law."

(End of this chapter)