This strict mantra has the power of the great Brahman, and it can break the six demons with the six vajra mantras. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info just what I don't understand is that even if Shi De can participate in enlightenment, how did the one-armed monk Shi Jue, who only knows how to kill and fight. When it comes to Buddhism, will my Uncle Liu be worse than him?

The monks of the Buddha generation fought with those Rakshasa ghosts, and the Dharma and Sanskrit sounds flew together in the sky, and I was in a state of a ghost after all, and I was immediately roasted unbearably.

Uncle Liu hurriedly said to the fourth uncle: "Fourth, you hide in the house with Shuai Shuai." ”

The fourth uncle protected me with his coat, "Cheng Shuai, come with me." ”

It wasn't until the sound was far away that I got out of my fourth uncle's coat, my ears still buzzing with Buddhist mantras, and the scriptures fluttering in front of me.

"Uncle Liu, they should be able to win." I leaned on the door, looking out through the crack in the door, and when I turned around, I saw the little dead child looking at me. My body trembled, how could I be dragged into this house by the fourth uncle.

"What, you're scared?" The little dead child said slyly.

"I'm not afraid, hehe, I'm all ghosts, what are I afraid of?"

The little dead child stared at me without turning his eyes, and smiled coldly: "I have lived in your body for so long, and I know you too well. ”

I looked at this little dead child, and with a flash of inspiration in my head, I pointed at him and said, "Oh, I see, that Rakshasa ghost king outside is not here for me, but for you, and now you are in possession of my body." ”

The little dead child looked up and laughed: "It's rare that you are smart for a while. ”

I slapped the door of the head, this little dead child was deliberately caught by us. In this Rakshasa Ghost King's territory, he couldn't escape at all if he was targeted, so he was simply captured by us, let us protect him, and we can also take the opportunity to let the Rakshasa Ghost King and us consume each other.

This dead boy is such a thief.

I circled around the little dead child, looked at him, spun around again, and looked at him again.

The little dead boy smiled and asked, "Are you wondering how I plan to escape?" ”

I was speechless, because that's what I thought in my heart. Seeing that he was wrapped in Buddhist scriptures and there were formations on the ground, I was wondering how he would be able to escape even if the Rakshasa Ghost King and we consumed each other. Now it seems that he only has Zhang Mingkun as a dog, and with Zhang Mingkun, he can't even fight Meimei, not to mention that there are still a bunch of monks here, I can't think of any tricks he can have when I break my head.

In the courtyard, Uncle Liu and the others were fighting with those Rakshasa ghosts. I'm most worried about Zhang Tingting, after all, she only relies on a dagger, and she should be dragged away when she comes in.

I looked at the scene outside, but unfortunately, she was facing the Rakshasa ghost with a big hammer, if it was touched by the guy in his hand, it would definitely be dead or disabled.

"It's not good, fourth uncle, you hurry up and save Tingting."

"Huh?" The fourth uncle looked at the burly Rakshasa ghost, and his voice trembled, "This...... How to save it. ”

The little dead child behind him suddenly said sharply: "You two, don't make a sound, something is coming." ”

As soon as the two of us raised our eyes, we saw two ghostly figures floating down in mid-air, just like paper figures, those skinned ghosts.

The fourth uncle had never seen the skin ghost, so I quickly raised my index finger and signaled him not to make a sound. He understood what I meant, and covered his mouth with his hand.

The two of us hid behind the door, staring at the skin ghost in the courtyard, and we didn't dare to breathe.

The two skinned ghosts turned their heads left and right, as if they were looking for something, but in fact they were looking for my physical body. They drifted to the opposite house, cautiously peeking through the crack in the door.

"What should I do?" The fourth uncle asked me quietly, his voice full of fright.

What to do...... I looked sad, these things are difficult to deal with, we don't even have a weapon to use.

The little dead child asked, "What the hell is out there?" ”

I said, "It's a skinner." ”

"Skinned ghosts......" pondered the little dead child, "these things are just skins, so they are most afraid of fire." ”

I said with a bitter face, "I know, but we don't have fire here." ”

The little dead boy swept the room and his eyes fell on the table, where there was nothing but pen and ink.

"Go over and write two 'fire' words and stick them on the door."

I couldn't laugh or cry when I heard it, and said, "What the hell, write two 'fires', Nima, tease me?" "Isn't this TM just covering your ears and stealing the bell, and if you can't find the fire, just write two fire words, then when you were hungry and grabbed the buns, why didn't you write two rice words and then stuff them in your mouth and eat them.

The little dead child smiled coldly: "If you don't want to be found by them, just do it." ”

I already hear the door of the opposite house being pushed open, and soon they will come to see us.

I looked at the table and gritted my teeth: "Damn, a dead horse is a live horse doctor!" I rushed over, took two pieces of paper and spread them out, dipped in ink and wrote two words of fire crookedly.

"Wait......" the little dead child suddenly cried again.

I looked back and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The little dead boy said, "Don't write about fire, write about fire." ”

"Damn, what's the difference?"

"The flame is more prosperous."

"Damn!" I hurriedly added two more fire words, looking at this slightly crowded Liangyan, it was really miserable.

The fourth uncle came over and saw the words I wrote, and said, "You kid, I usually let you practice your handwriting well, you see what you wrote." ”

"It's just a word, you care about it." I hurried to the door with my Mobao, and the two skin-goats were searching in the opposite room, and before they came out, I quickly opened a crack in the door and pasted the paper on the door.

After pasting it, he glanced at the other side and saw that the two skin ghosts had not come out yet, and then quickly closed the door. That's when I leaned against the door, and my heart started pounding.

When the tension was over, I turned around and looked through the crack in the door, just in time to see the skin ghost coming out of it. I was so scared that I quickly ran away, for fear that she would find out.

The fourth uncle asked me with a mouthwash, "What's wrong?" ”

I pointed outside and mouthed back, "Come here." So we both shut our mouths together, leaning our backs against the door and holding our breath.

The little dead child was motionless, and his green eyes were staring straight at us.

His green eyes were like light bulbs in the dark, and I couldn't help it. At this time, a shadow overhead came overhead, and my heart and the fourth uncle's eyes rose to our throats, and we looked directly at the shadows of the two women reflected on the ground.

My legs suddenly came together, my whole body tensed, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the wind outside.

The two skinned ghosts chattered a bunch of ghost words, and I didn't understand them, probably because they saw the word "Yan" posted on the door, and they were hesitating to push the door.

At this moment the conversation outside stopped, but a shadow on the ground seemed to lower its head and poked in, and I was so frightened that I slumped my shoulders and instinctively looked back.