The string of Bodhi beads in Jia San's hand is a treasure that Jia San painstakingly refined.

This string of beads needs to be soaked in human oil every day.

When a normal person encounters it, he can be fascinated by this string of Buddhist beads.

But Zhao Ke is not afraid, although he has no ability, but he has cultivated the authentic method of Buddhism. White Bone Concept Method.

This is the authentic secret method of Buddhism.

Although it is not a supernatural power, it can resist all kinds of fantasies and strengthen the sanity.

At the beginning, Tongxuan was deceived by Zhao Ke, and passed on the mystery of this White Horse Temple to Zhao Ke, otherwise if no one pointed out the mystery, outsiders would not be able to cultivate this white bone concept at all.

Zhao Ke has the white bone concept method to protect himself, so he is naturally not afraid of the string of Buddha beads in Jia San's hand.

Instead, he took advantage of this trick to hit Jia San hard.

He fell to the ground, a hole the size of a coin in his shoulder.

I saw white grease flowing out of the hole.

The pain made him grin, but after Jia San heard the sound of the gong, his spirit suddenly perked up, and his eyes showed joy.

"Bang"

When the gong sounded again, the gong sounded, and it made people feel that the bones of the whole body were shaking with the sound of the gong.

Zhao Ke looked back at the direction of the sound of the gong, and saw that in the secluded trees, a group of figures swayed, in addition to the sound of gongs, there were bursts of bells.

The sound of gongs and bells echoed in the mountains, more like a rural ringer team, when people are mourned, the mourning team.

"It's coming! It's coming!"

Jia San listened to the sound of the gong getting closer and closer, as if it was a heavy burden, and his face became excited.

staring at Zhao Ke, he said to Zhao Ke in a tone that was neither yin nor yang: "Little monk, the king of my family is here!" “

Zhao Ke looked back at Jia San, and when he saw his expression, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and slapped Jia San's head with his hand.

"Even if your own father comes, I can kill you first!"

I saw that Regen's hand grabbed the top of Jia San's head, and Jia San didn't resist, knowing that he was not Zhao Ke's opponent of the monk, so he let Zhao Ke use Regen's hand to grab him in his palm.

Instead of being angry, he grinned, twisting the facial features of his face, and grinned: "My king likes to eat your fine skin and tender meat the most, and I will have to dig out your heart and lungs later, and I will fry you and stir-fry you, and make a plate of good dishes for the king to drink." ”

Zhao Ke slapped his hand and pulled it up, and with a "snap", he saw that Jia San's face was deformed.

Zhao Ke saw that his hands were full of oil.

Sticky, a gruesome fishy smell.

After a second look, it was found that what flowed out of Jia San's wound was also white oil.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but squint, urging the source to grasp Jia San's wound with his hand.

A suction force surged in, which suddenly made Jia San feel bad in his heart, and screamed, "What are you doing!" ”

Zhao Ke ignored him, just urged the source hand, and immediately saw that the white grease was pulled out of Jia San's chubby body.

As the grease was pumped out, Jia San's body began to shrink rapidly and dry down.

But in the blink of an eye, I saw two lumps of grease like white wax, weighing hundreds of pounds, to say the least.

The grease is blown by a cold wind in the air and quickly solidifies into wax.

Look at Jia San again, after the grease was sucked away, it was like a piece of paper, and his face, nose, and eyes were twisted together.

"I thought you were something, it turned out to be a human skin!"

Zhao Ke pinched Jia San's skin with his fingers, and weighed it in his hand, it was estimated that it was not even four taels.

No wonder this guy likes human oil so much, and his feelings need to be soaked in human oil.

Seeing this, Jia San couldn't help but scold, but unfortunately there was only a human skin left, and he shouted a bunch of "@*%&¥......" when he spoke, and Zhao Ke didn't understand a word.

Zhao Ke thought for a while, and suddenly said, "By the way, you're a cook, right?" ”

"Hmm!"

Jia San's eyes lit up and he nodded subconsciously, obviously recognizing his identity as a chef, although he was not a chef.

But in his heart, he is a cook himself.

"Oh! Ah, that...... you. ”

Zhao Ke nodded suddenly, then waved his hand, and simply threw the human skin in his hand directly into the bonfire.

Jia San's human skin was on fire, and two pairs of eyes stared at Zhao Ke "¥*&#%......" and said.

I can't tell whether he is scolding himself or begging for mercy.

Well, I'll just beg for mercy.

Immediately, I saw a puff of black smoke coming out of the bonfire.

Black smoke billowed out, and from time to time you could see faces pouring out of the smoke.

Just wait for the breeze to blow and the black smoke dissipates, which is really vanishing.

"Bold!"

At this moment, Zhao Ke's ears suddenly shouted.

Zhao Keyi raised his head.

I don't know when, in the woods, I saw a line of black-faced dolls walking towards Zhao Ke.

The dolls look like babies who are only eight months old.

The babies had a white rope tied to their feet and bells hung from them.

With every step, listen to the ringing of "jingle bells".

The dolls carry a black coffin on top of their heads.

Sing as you go.

"People walk, ghosts walk mountains, mother-in-law carries the lamb, floats to the door of the daughter-in-law's house, the lamb is cut in half, and distributed to the in-laws, the mother-in-law laughs, the in-laws make trouble, who sees my daughter, Qingming grave people."

"Boom!"

When the gongs and drums were beaten, he saw the leader walking in front, and the one who struck the gong was a strong man with a bare face, shirtless, with a snow-white belt around his waist.

It was obviously more than ten meters apart, but the big man seemed to walk in front of Zhao Ke in a few steps.

The big man came barefoot, and looked at Jia San, who had been burned to ashes in the bonfire, only to see that his bare face turned black, and his copper bell-sized eyes stared straight at Zhao Ke.

"You killed it?"

The strong man opened his mouth and asked Zhao Ke.

However, he saw that Zhao Ke ignored him, and instead stared at his eyes.

I saw Zhao Ke's eyes staring straight at the coffin behind him that was being held by those ghost babies.

The pitch-black coffin, I don't know what material it is made of, on the black lacquer surface, you can faintly see a black mist steaming in the coffin.

The coffin is carved with strange patterns, and the coffins of ordinary people are more luxurious, but they are carved with Fu Lushou.

Just carve another scroll of scriptures.

But on this coffin, there is a picture of Shura Hell carved on it.

In a large oil pot, several men and women were pressed into the oil pot, and only the eyes and mouths of the little ones that had been blurred were left.

From time to time, the carving is not fine, but deliberately makes this blurry appearance.

It looks like it's even more expressive.

It seems to be able to feel the pain of these men and women.

"This coffin...... Don't know if it's comfortable to lie down? Zhao Ke pondered in his heart.

"What do you ask?"

At this time, Dahan saw that Zhao Ke didn't speak, and shouted to Zhao Ke again with an impatient face.

"Ahh

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and finally reluctantly removed his eyes from the coffin, and looked at the strong man in front of him, like a little giant.

With a blank look, I don't know what this guy is going to ask??

Seeing Zhao Ke's dazed look, the strong man suddenly became a little impatient.

Then he asked again: "I ask you, this human skin ghost, you killed it!" ”

"It's ...... me"

As soon as Zhao Ke opened his mouth, he suddenly remembered his current identity, and immediately swallowed back the words that had come to his mouth.

Tidy up his clothes, fold his hands and say, "The little monk is excessive." ”

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, the hair on the black face of the strong man stood up, he held a gong in his hand, knocked it loudly, pointed at Zhao Ke and scolded: "Bastard, who allowed you to kill!" ”

"The little monk didn't kill, he jumped in by himself."

Zhao Ke said without blushing and without a heartbeat.

"Fart! You're stupid to me, how could he jump in with his good self? When the strong man said this, he picked up the gong in his hand and wanted to smash it on Zhao Ke's head.

But I heard Zhao Ke continue: "We bet that if we lose in sleep, whoever jumps into the fire, but he loses, he jumps in by himself, and the poor monk still comes for him." ”

Zhao Ke told a lie, and he didn't even plan to play the draft, so he said it.

Anyway, there is no proof of death, and it is all burned to ashes.

These lips have two skins, what's going on, it's not up to me.

"Bet??"

Hearing Zhao Ke's words, Dahan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and looked back at the coffin behind him suspiciously.

I saw that the coffin did not move.

Seeing this, the big man couldn't help frowning and asked, "What are you betting on?" ”

"He's a cook, so we're naturally betting on cooking, and if I make it better than him, he loses."

"Oh!"

"Where's the dish?"

"He ate it!"

Dahan nodded but then thought about it, no, he turned around and glared at Zhao Ke and said: "Nonsense, you are a living person, he is a dead person, you cook dishes from a living person, how can a dead person eat them?" ”

Zhao Ke's delicate face smiled mysteriously, and his hands were folded: "The monks don't speak, don't believe it, you invite the king to come out, and I will give him a taste of the food?" ”

As soon as Zhao Ke's words fell, he suddenly saw the coffin behind him and stood up.

The coffin slowly opened, and a man came out of it.

The smile on Zhao Ke's face froze, and he saw that this person was none other than Wang Mazi, who was separated from him!