Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 189 The Witch (3k)

Lin Feng lowered his eyes to hide the burning killing intent in his eyes: "I am very familiar with Fukou, where are your relatives? Shall I take you there?
it's getting dark.

I am the most hospitable person. Judging by your appearance, you have just come to Fukou. Fukou is different from other places.

Here, hidden murderous intent.

Otherwise, I will take you to visit relatives. After all, the nearest Fukou is not peaceful. I am afraid that something will happen on the road. As a Fukou person, would you like me to take you to eat salty porridge?

After supper, I will also send you back home. The salty porridge here can fill you up. "

Holding the dharma sword in his backhand, Lin Feng took off his hairpin, and his hair fell like a waterfall.

He paused every step, and judging by his aura, he didn't look like an enthusiastic crowd.

He almost wrote the word "murder" on his face.

The black-faced Taoist priest looked at Lin Feng who was approaching, twitched his cheeks again, and patted the animal's butt lightly with his hand in response: "We just came from a long distance, so we dare not bother you."

Lin Feng: "What are you talking about? By the way, everyone, I have heard a saying that eating salted fish can satisfy your thirst. It is said that after eating salted fish, you have to endure the subsequent thirst. Since I dare to write to the superior Qing Maoshan sect, I am not afraid of your revenge, but your revenge, is it too fast?

You guys, are you a little tricky?
How do you know this thing! "

Speaking of this, Tu Qiong saw that Lin Feng swung his magic sword in an instant, with a gust of wind!
Although Lin Feng didn't know if they were weird from the underworld.

But there is a good saying.

Better kill by mistake than let go!

Let's kill first!
Big deal, I'm sorry at the end!
The essence breath in his lungs oppressed the air, making a terrifying scream!

In the eighth rank, it is a bit difficult to wield the magic sword!

Lin Feng felt like he was holding a mountain between his hands.

Under this extremely oppressive sword, the black-faced Taoist slapped the animal's butt hard, and the animal let out an inhuman cry, and ran wildly!
Lin Feng cut the black-faced Taoist priest into two pieces from top to bottom with a single sword.

Grabbed half of the corpses.

At this moment, a corpse crawled out of the body of the black-faced Taoist priest.

He smelled strongly of corpses all over his body, and all kinds of magic-sealing talismans appeared endlessly on his body.

Among them, he seems to have collected the three mountain talismans all over again, and the rest of the magic sealing objects are also hung on his body, like ornaments.

The most conspicuous is the seal on his body.

He wrapped a seal with his own blood-yellow fat layer, and it was becoming dirty.

There seemed to be voices of prayer coming from inside.

Lin Feng knew at a glance,

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng thought of a terrifying thing, that is, when casting spells, did those documents and incense watches really burn to the heaven?
Not even a seal was left.

What do these sects use to prove their identities?
At this point, he was severely beaten, the man with strong corpse aura in the body of the black-faced Taoist priest did not fight with Lin Feng at all.

He only cared about grabbing the reins of the animal and "running the horse wildly"!
This animal clearly walked in the sun, but as it walked, the surrounding darkness engulfed everyone.

All disappeared.

The animal lost its temper and turned around and ran away.

Lin Feng also grabbed the man.

Then disappeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this, the old Suanru came out from the street corner where he was hiding, dumbfounded.

"Take the wrong path..."

"This is gone..."

The old sour Confucianism was dumbfounded, never expecting such a clever thing.

The family mage they were looking for was in this alley.

As a result, they found that the strange underworld they had to deal with was also in front of this alley.

The two collided.

The two are gone.

I don't know if I will come back.

The old sour Confucian looked hesitant.

He wanted to go back to the temple a little bit, but looking at the sky, he was a little scared.

He's not afraid of being weird.

He was afraid of those thieves who were ruthless.

He is afraid of being robbed.

So he glanced into the alley, looked around, and finally walked in bravely, and knocked on the half-closed door that smelled like urine.

There was an ominous smell and smell coming from the yard.

"Who?"

After a while, someone inside spoke, and as she spoke, a mixed smell rushed out of the half-covered room!

The strong smell of corpses, potions, and choking decay came out from inside and hit the old Suanru's nose.

The old Suan Confucian burst into tears.

With tears in my eyes, I couldn't see anything.

Someone is singing the lyrics.

This person should be a family mage, and her speech has an extremely strong accent. Even a native of Fukou can't understand what she is saying with this kind of accent.

There are different sounds in ten miles.

Her incantation, to others, is like an encrypted call.

Fortunately, scholars can understand what she is singing.

【Namo Guanzizai Bodhisattva】

【Maha Prajna Paramita】

【Om】

【Namo Bagwadi】

【Abala Mita】

……

Behind are a huge number of Sanskrit sounds and spells. Between these Sanskrit sounds, the thick black air in the entire room penetrated into the dead women in the room. These women are rotting at an accelerated rate, turning into bones one after another. The big tree and the locust tree in the yard complement each other!

The whole house is darker than the sky outside.

The old woman stood inside the house, like a dead and alive corpse.

She didn't come out of the house, but just stared straight at the old sour scholar who walked in.

A strange Bodhisattva stands under the locust tree in this small courtyard.

looming.

If ordinary people look at it, they will find that there is no one here, but that kind of biological instinct will make people feel flustered.

Can't wait to turn around and run away!
That is the so-called "unclean".

The old Suanru looked at this strange Bodhisattva, and saw that his feet were like a ball of black ink, soaking the entire alley.

The old sour Confucian sniffled, knowing that this place is not good.

But there is no way.

It is not a good thing for him to come here, but there is no other way. The legal system is cut off, the dharma veins are withered, the righteous dharma is declining, and evil spirits are flourishing.

The method of exorcism has become the source of disasters.

It's like the method of this family mage.

The more pious she is, the more thoroughly she studies this method, the more serious the consequences will be.

She should have been able to summon the boy under the throne of Dizang to protect the Dharma.

But here comes this thing.

Is it related to Ksitigarbha?

This old woman, if her mind hadn't been attacked by the weirdness, she should know how to deal with another wave of weirdness!
The old sour Confucian didn't look at it any more, feeling apprehensive.

He smirked, bit the bullet and walked in.

As he walked, he cursed inwardly.

This damn underworld is weird, where did he go, if he doesn't come here again, he wants to run away.

This is not where he should be.

He now hopes that the ghost of the underworld will come back soon.

Take him out of the sea of ​​suffering!

……

The underworld that the old sour Confucian was thinking about was strange, and the situation at the moment was also a little strange.

He stood at a crossroads.

He was thrown by the horse.

It looks like a place used to behead people in ancient times.

On the ground, a lot of paper money fell on the ground.

If the money is obtained in Yangjian, it is a real treasure and can be spent. Of course, the money cannot be spent in vain.

They are called dead money.

If you spend it, someone will buy your life.

Lin Feng took out the firecracker, and the hair on his back began to shake, but soon, Lin Feng put away the firecracker and the dangling things behind him.

A yin god of about ten feet walked past his head.

This yin god was different from the rest of the ghostly gods. There was a knife behind it. Lin Feng took a closer look at it. It looked like an executioner's ghost knife, and there was a jar on his waist.

I don't know what's inside the jar.

Anyway, Lin Feng heard someone knocking on the jar inside, as if he wanted to crawl out of it!

And there is a distance.

midnight.

Lin Feng looked at the inn in the distance, and there was the continuous sound of firecrackers.

I knew I was going to see God again.

He held the dharma sword with both hands and waited quietly.

Looking at the God-welcoming team coming out of the dense fog in the distance.

【Ayi Gong】

【Ayi Po】

【Town of Three Mountains】

【Protect the Five Seas】

【Welcome to the gods~】

Lin Feng frowned, watching a group of scarecrows walking over carrying the chariot.

Choose to avoid.

That Fajia did not hurt Lin Feng, but before he left, a piece of paper fell from the Fajia chariot and stuck it on Lin Feng.

……

Four watch.

The old sour Confucian sat awkwardly in front of the old woman in the alley.

The old woman's eyes were cloudy and dull, and she didn't know where to look.

The old Suanru sat on the side, watching her rub the hot balls with bare hands and put them aside.

This thing can be eaten by anyone.

The only thing that cannot be eaten by humans.

People who eat this thing will die suddenly, but if there are evil spirits and ghosts who eat this thing, there is a high probability that it will not be much better.

Who is this thing for, so far, the old Suanru still doesn't know.

He didn't dare to ask.

He wished he could stop breathing, just because he was afraid that the old woman in front of him would suddenly get into trouble.

The old sour Confucian and the old woman in front of him really couldn't continue talking.

She has long lost the logic of a normal person, when talking to her, she always speaks on her own.

When the moon was in the mid-heaven, the strange Bodhisattva outside began to move outside.

Come and go.

On the big bone tree, those dead black shadows also began to move around.

The old Suanru stared at the whole window, and those rotten women who died, seemed to get up from the bed and came to pull him.

He showed a false smile and wanted to leave several times, but was blocked back.

The old sour Confucian felt that he was going to capsize here.

Unexpectedly, at the fourth watch, the mother-in-law who was making medicine heard someone knocking on the door outside.

"Hello, do you have a poor old man here?"

　will be late

　　
　
(End of this chapter)