Suddenly, my face was hot, and then something black flew over my head and landed in an open spot not far away.

Then the group of black worms made a sharp turn and went straight in that direction, and in an instant they drowned the thing.

"Come back! The substitute charm won't last long! ”

I instantly realized what was going on, and ran back with a sharp pain, and with a flying pounce, I got into the King Kong Temple.

The old man sat directly under the temple gate, and slapped a handful of blood directly on his forehead with his right hand, and then the blood splashed and drew a bright red blood line on the temple threshold.

"There is yang blood suppressing the night bodhisattva and can't enter for the time being, where are you hurting the child?"

I wiped the blood from my face before I had a chance to look at my heels.

When I saw this, I felt a chill all over my body.

The back of the shoe was completely rotten, the heel was missing a layer of skin, and the bare muscles were numb, like hollows eaten by something.

"People are often devoured by this strange insect, and before they die, they sit on the ground and are covered with this insect, looking from afar, like a Bodhisattva in the night."

It dawned on me that I wasn't painting on the wall with a flashlight before, but the illusion of those night bodhisattvas lying on the wall being driven away by my flashlight.

If those black bugs had a little more temper and came to me from the beginning, then I'm afraid I would have "sat down" by now.

"Thank you, seniors, for saving your life... I was a little reckless just now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tide of black insects outside rushed over, but they all crawled to the blood line spilled by the old man and stopped.

"Old man, how long can your blood line last?"

The old man looked at me and just shook his head.

It seems that if we still can't find the exit before this spell fails, then I'm afraid we will end up with just two dry bones of Bai Sensen.

"Boy, get on your knees."

The old man suddenly said this, and I was stunned when I heard it.

Is it true that you can mess around in this kind of place where you don't have a village or a store?,As soon as you say this, you know it's an old S.,Is it possible that you still want to train me in this place.。

"Old man... What do you mean...? ”

"Kneel, I want you to worship me as a teacher."

"Huh? Worship you as a teacher? ”

The old man sat upright, closed his eyes and bowed his head, "The substitute talisman is not useful for everyone, you must have the bloodline of the spell to fulfill it." Just now I threw out the amulet and tried it, but I didn't expect it to succeed. I won't be able to get out today, so I hope you will worship me as a teacher and learn my exercises as much as possible, so that my Ma Lang family's bloodline will not be broken, are you willing? ”

I thought that the old man asked me to apprentice to a teacher, and it seemed that "forcing good for cha."

g", but he said this with both loyalty and righteousness, and I really couldn't find a reason to refuse.

"I'm willing... But I've never been a teacher, and strictly speaking, I taught myself the skill of mantras. ”

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, "Curse? But what is the Jiangnan flower family? ”

I didn't expect him to know my grandmother's "name", and I couldn't help but feel a sense of arrogance, "Yes!" It's the same vein of Jiangnan Flower Sea, I am her grandson, my name is Wu Yan. ”

"Then you can't be wrong, come to think of it, this kind of place is not accessible to outsiders."

After Ma Lang finished speaking, he took out the hairpin-like wooden needle from his waist and pinched it in the palm of his hand, "Ma Lang, he studied under the people of Jinshan Dao in Hunan, and he has learned a mysterious technique since he was a child. Unexpectedly, today coincides with the period of death, so I have to pass on my skills to Wu Yan, the second heir of the Jiangnan Hua family, are you willing. ”

When I said this, my blood boiled, and I immediately clenched my fists and nodded, "I am willing!" ”

"Okay, without further ado, take my wooden needle."

I respectfully prepared to receive the needle with both hands, but I didn't expect Ma Lang's wrist to flick his fingers, and the wooden needle was actually inserted into the palm of my right hand.

"Turn wood into blood, and lead wolves into officials. I'll pass you on the stealth technique first, and you can take care of it. ”

Ma Lang reached out and pulled out the wooden needle, and with a flash of lightning, he shook his hand in my ear, and the wooden needle was inserted into the flesh socket behind my earlobe.

"Stealth is not a spell on oneself, but on the other person. When the blood enters the body and disturbs the optic nerve, the physiological blind spot area can be enlarged, so as to achieve true blindness. ”

As soon as Ma Lang finished speaking, I immediately felt that the muscles in my ears were extremely sore, and at the same time, Ma Lang slowly faded and became transparent in front of me, and disappeared after a few seconds.

"I... I really can't see you anymore! ”

Suddenly, the root of my ear hurt, the wooden needle was pulled out, and then an invisible hand rubbed the root of my ear, and in a moment Ma Lang's figure appeared again.

"You've studied spells, and you must know how to manipulate blood. This technique is not difficult, and you can practice it diligently after understanding the principle. ”

At this time, the Night Bodhisattva outside the temple gate suddenly went berserk, eager to break through the seal of the blood line.

Ma Lang turned around and sat down, took out a handful of copper coins from his arms with one hand, and with a wave of his big hand in front of him, he quickly inserted those copper coins into the ground to make a copper wall.

"Vajra Array, this formation is extremely yang, which can block the yin and guard the divine consciousness. Today, I will teach you a hand of the Vajra Blood Wall, which can not only block yin and evil, but also disturb people's hearts and minds. ”

With that, Ma Lang rubbed the skin on the wooden needle with the tip of his right finger, and then squeezed out the blood and threw it at the copper coin.

The drops of blood were sprinkled a little above the square eye of each copper coin as if they were precision guided, and then slid down, just enough to seal the money eye.

As soon as this method came out, the night bodhisattvas who were still irritable and crazy were like headless flies, rampage outside the temple gate, and after a while, they all ran away.

For the next hour, I sat on the ground and carefully studied every word and every spell in Ma Lang's mouth.

It wasn't until finally Ma Lang spurted blood from his mouth and fell to the ground, and this time the mission was officially over.

"Master..."

"Boy, I don't have any ordinary knife wound on my shoulder. It was a poison blade that had been quenched by red arrow grass. It was my favorite method when I was younger, but I didn't expect retribution to come so early. ”

I've always wanted to ask this question, that is, what is the relationship between the young Ma Lang outside and the crane-haired and child-faced old man in front of me.

Are they really just one person?

Like me and my other self in the Monkey Temple?

"Although we are masters and apprentices, we have only been together for a short time, so we don't have to avenge me, escape as much as possible, and survive."

I hurriedly helped Ma Lang to lie down, wiping the blood from his chin with my cuffs, "You just lie here for a while, I will take you to the hospital when I find a way out, and it will be fine." ”

"Nope." Ma Lang struggled to sit up.

"You can only live if I die, and if I don't die, then we all have to die."

I didn't even understand it for a while.

At this time, Ma Lang slid out of the temple gate with one hand, and then he sat cross-legged and struck with five hearts.

In the next second, countless night bodhisattvas pounced.

In an instant, Ma Lang's body was submerged.

"Apprentice, it's time for the teacher!"