After five minutes;

Bang! The door of the hotel room seemed to be shaken by the force of the explosion, and flew out directly, slamming into the wall and shattering into debris.

If I had been there, my eyes would have widened in surprise. A sturdy warrior monk appeared at the gate with an expressionless face, but did not come in directly, but respectfully lowered his head sideways.

The long-standing lamp mage slowly wrinkled in. Compared with the kind eyebrows and kind eyes at the interview, the eyebrows of the long lamp mage at this time were as chilling as the demons of the bloody hell.

"Hmph, if you really have some ability, you can actually detect my Shura eyes." The Long Lantern Mage snorted coldly. Walking leisurely to the window, looking at the open window, his face showed a sneer of unknown meaning.

"Run! Look at you, a rabbit, even if it's a cunning rabbit, where can you run. Master Jiu Deng muttered to himself, except for the cruelty, but without the slightest expression of annoyance, it seemed to reveal a trace of interest arc. It's like a seasoned hunter who comes across a prey that interests you.

"Jiu Deng, you missed." Suddenly, beside Jiu Deng, the mysterious black-robed man appeared, and his voice was extremely cold.

"See the Dharma Protector, I don't know if the Dharma Protector is coming." Master Jiu Deng seemed to be very afraid of this black-robed man. The expression was terrified.

"The cabinet already knows about this matter, and I sent you out this time in the hope that you will solve this matter quickly. After a long time, the organization could not hide it. The black-robed man still said coldly, and his body turned into a black mist again and slowly dispersed.

It took a moment for the long lamp mage to raise his head, and the sweat on his wrinkled face was already dripping like raindrops.

Wiping the sweat with his hands, Jiudeng's face returned to calmness again. Walked out.

The streets were still full of people, and the scene in the hotel was like a small wave in the lake, and it didn't cause people to pay the slightest attention. Even the owner of the hotel still sits on the side of the street and dozes off. Facing the people who walked past him, he didn't notice it in the slightest.

Jiu Deng's eyes were lowered, his steps were strong and powerful, and the breeze blew through the image of a master with some fairy wind bones.

Not far away, a man pushing a snack cart walked slowly. This snack cart is made of pure wood, and the cart is pushed by an old man who is nearly eighty years old, and it is very difficult to hunch his waist. Anyone who sees such a scene will think that this is a poor old man who is forced by life.

Jiu Deng stopped, squinted at the old man pushing the cart as if he couldn't see his death, and slowly approached.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, three meters!

"Emida blessing, poor monk long lamp, fortunate to meet the chef benefactor. I don't know why the donor stopped the poor monk. Jiu Deng finally couldn't help but put his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name and asked.

"Hey, hey! I'm old, I didn't expect you, a bald donkey, to still recognize me. Why are you hungry, old man just remembered the practice of a dish today, that is, the main ingredient is missing, and when I meet you, this main ingredient is there. The man smiled coldly.

The donor laughed, the poor monk was penniless, and there was no drag from the layman, so how could the main material help the donor. What's more, the poor monks are vegetarians, and the teachings of the Buddha are not forgotten by the poor monks. Jiu Deng said very reverently, but the corners of his eyes couldn't help beating, and it was obvious that his heart was not calm.

The human cook, ignoring it, was on the street, opened the lid of the pot on the dining car, revealing a pot of boiling soup. The soup has a golden color, and you can't help but have an appetite at first glance. However, if you know that this person is a demon lord who is hunted down by the metaphysical world, I am afraid that you will not be able to help but vomit.

Human kitchen, human kitchen, human kitchen. The food cooked by this man is superb, and it is said that the taste is unmatched. But that's just a legend. Not many people will try it. Because, the human cook does not make anything else, but human flesh. It is not the flesh of ordinary people, but the human flesh of metaphysicians. In the chef's dining car, I don't know how many heroes of the party made the main ingredient in this pot of thick soup.

Jiu Deng was very depressed, he was indeed very high-profile when he came to Shanghai, but it was only under the guise of promoting Buddhism. How did this man and cook target him?

"Alas, it's a pity that a good pot of soup, have you heard, marinade? The older the marinade, the more mellow and fragrant it is, and the aftertaste is endless. The pot of soup material of the old decay brings together hundreds of masters and six venerables. As for the Heavenly Master, there is not one yet. Bald donkey, your Bodhi should be in your mind! Hahaha, King Kong's incorruptible body, the realm of heavenly masters. This pot of soup should be a little richer. "A human chef is like a conscientious chef introducing his own food to his guests, but the person who listens to it has goosebumps all his life.

"The poor monk doesn't guess that he has indeed reached the realm of the Heavenly Buddha. In this case, is the benefactor sure to fight against the poor monks? "Even if the long-term lamp is deep, I feel that I can't hang it up. The tone hardened.

"Hehe, bald donkey, from the moment you met me, you were already my main material. At the beginning, in the four-rank realm, I could still cook as a master, and in the fifth-grade realm, I could cook Venerable. It's a pity that there are too few Venerables, and Heavenly Masters are even rarer. It's rare to meet one. The chef looked at Jiu Deng with a smile, reached out to pick up the dark kitchen knife on the dining car, and walked slowly towards Jiu Deng.

"Amitabha," Jiu Deng said a Buddha call and sat cross-legged on the ground. It was like a lamb to the slaughter, really like I didn't go to hell and who went to hell.

"Sentient beings who feel all the horrors and sufferings of time should vow to proclaim the mantra of great perfection and great compassion and relief from suffering, to see through life and death, to realize the true light, to be clothed with great compassion and great compassion, to be at ease with the Bodhisattva of Avalokiteshvara, to pray for all perfection and not to be harmed by all demons••••••••"

This is a translation of the Great Compassion Mantra. The long lamp is recited in Sanskrit. The voice is melodious, like an ancient melody. I have to admire Ah San's attainments in this area, he can actually sing the faith, but it seems that the same is true of Western sects, isn't the weekly Mass singing the Bible!

As the long lamp sang, the golden robe shone with bursts of light. The figure was dazzling on the street. The people around didn't notice until this moment that there was such a strange group of people in the middle of the road.

The eighteen warrior monks who surrounded Jiu Deng sat on the ground one by one with angry eyes, quite a bit of an angry King Kong posture. It's just that his face is pale, and sweat keeps sliding down his forehead. Bursts of blood-colored aura turned into wisps of silk like blood mist, drifting towards the long lamp.

The chef stopped, his face was very jealous, but the corners of his mouth showed a touch of sarcasm: "Mental power is really a good thing!" The Great Compassion Mantra is really extraordinary! The world only knows that Vajra subdues demons, but they don't know that great compassion is the killing of Shura. The long-standing Buddha actually used the bloodthirsty Dafa, even if you can survive, these few of your followers can be regarded as a thorough explanation. It's a pity, it's a pity, these are just warriors, and they are of little use to my soup. ”

"The cloth and the Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara, please say that the vast perfection is unhindered, the Buddha-figure of the Great Compassion Dharani, the King of Thousand Lights is still ••••••!" Jiu Deng didn't say anything, still closing his eyes and reciting his great compassion mantra.

"The Buddha has appeared! The Buddha has appeared! At this moment, passers-by also heard the recitation of the Great Compassion Mantra, and saw that the long lamp emitted a golden light. One by one, they bowed down reverently. There are even some people who unconsciously shed tears while listening to the recitation, only to feel that they are sinful and have nothing to love.

For a while, the pressure on the eighteen warrior monks suddenly decreased a lot. His face softened. A confident smile finally appeared on Jiudeng's face.

The man cook, shaking his head and sighing. Still moving slowly. A layer of black qi gradually diffused from his body. Countless skeletons shouted in the black air. Coalescing into a giant skeleton, it opened its mouth and swallowed it head-on.

The golden light on Jiu Deng's body suddenly skyrocketed, turning into a big hand, and suddenly blocked in front of the skeleton.

Strangely, this big golden hand did not stop the slightest, and the huge skull, like air, swallowed down along the huge palm.

Burst! Jiu Deng took a mouthful of blood, and his face showed unbelievable panic. The threat of death seems so urgent at this moment! I hated myself for being so sore that I couldn't move at all. Jiu Deng's strength didn't know, but today Jiu Deng finally knew why Ren Chef could kill so many masters by leapfrogging.

The reason is that at the same time as the intoxicating aroma of that pot of thick soup spreads, the spiritual power in Jiu Deng's body is completely sealed.

Poof, a black glow flew along the neck of Jiu Deng's neck like a crack in the space, and at a moment the head rolled and fell into the soup pot. Strangely, no soup spilled.

"Hey, hey! Weird, isn't it? You are a Buddha, and I am a demon. Buddha and demon are one, how can Buddha resist demons! The man turned around, still hugging his body. As if talking to himself, he walked to the toilet and scooped up the soup with a spoon and brought it to his mouth.

"Well, it's delicious." The human cook sighed, fished out Jiu Deng's head again, and lifted the Tianling cover to reveal the bright red brain pulp and sent it directly to his mouth, and sucked it up.

Kilometers away, I took a telescope and saw it all in my eyes, and I felt sick and vomited. This girl is terrifying! Who is this old man, Jiu Deng can't stop his blow, and he is actually in the middle of the street, sucking his brains! This is crazy!

Of course, I didn't rush towards it. Even a demon is not something I can face. Now I can't wait to carry a turtle shell on my back to protect myself thoroughly.

O Heavenly Master! The long-term lamp of the dignified Heavenly Master realm, as well as the mysterious telekinetic blessing, was actually cut off from his head! It's like a dream!