At that time, the bitter monk and Luo Nengjue stood left and right, and the distance between the two was about 100 meters.

Both of them seemed to be holding something in their hands, and when the burst of golden light appeared, Luo Neng felt that they began to throw the things in their hands out.

These things, looking at the fuzzy shapes, should be the pieces of paper that the bitter monk interspersed with the demon pestle before.

Strange to say, these pieces of paper should not be weightless, but the moment they were thrown out of their hands, they seemed to turn into iron nails, and the earth became magnets.

With a whoosh, they all fell to the ground, without exception.

When he finished doing this, Luo Nengjue and the bitter monk sat down together, their hands folded, their heads slightly buried, as if they were sitting cross-legged and chanting.

At this moment, the golden light that went straight to the sky also dissipated in an instant, as if it had never appeared, leaving no trace.

"What are they going to do?" I watched the movements of these two old men, and I only felt that my heart was lifted, and my head was full of cold sweat........ Hell, they weren't going to play with their lives, were they?!!

"I don't know." Fang Shiliang squinted his eyes, looking at this scene, he also seemed to feel quite puzzled: "I haven't seen Master Luo use this trick." ”

"It can't be the type of ultimate move that burns the body and offers to the Buddha, right??" I asked cautiously.

"Do you think Master Luo is stupid?" Fang Shi said with a good smile: "It's not time to play with your life yet, just use those life-burning tricks to attract the attention of the demons?" Not really, right? ”

"That's just as well." I nodded, slightly relieved: "I'm just afraid that they will mess around." ”

"Afraid of what?" Fang Shiliang glanced at me and asked me, "Did Xiao Rulai's incident leave a psychological shadow on you?" ”

Hearing Fang Shiliang's words, I didn't squeak, my brows couldn't help frowning, and I felt a little headache.

Thinking of the tragic state of Xiao Rulai being burned into charcoal by karmic fire, I really feel that the conditions required for some spells are a bit excessive......

Killing people is not enough.

God, even if you want the lifespan of the caster, there is no need for this, right?

"Don't think about it so much." Fang Shiliang lit a cigarette and smoked it carelessly, looking very calm: "Seriously, I think Xiao Rulai's move to burn the body to the Buddha is quite cost-effective, and it attracts so much karmic fire all over the world, how awesome." ”

"Awesome?" I asked rhetorically.

"What do you say?" Fang Shiliang shrugged his shoulders: "To be able to borrow such a great power, the lifespan of a living person is no longer enough to pay off God's debt, so I can only use other things to pay it back." ”

"Barbecue?" I asked him.

"It's not." Fang Shiliang shook his head: "It's pain." ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Shiliang turned his face away, and looked at Luo Nengjue from afar, his eyes were a little complicated.

"When you have experienced the pain of paying off your debts, you will know how hard-won the power you have borrowed, and you can learn to cherish it." Fang Shiliang muttered: "And you can still feel how weak your strength is, it is because you are too weak that you will endure so much pain.........

"You mean, God is still good for us?" I asked with a sneer.

"In a way, that's right." Fang Shiliang nodded: "The pain is over, and then it will be gone, but the power you borrowed can indeed save your life." ”

"He's dead." I frowned.

"Aren't you two still alive?" Fang Shiliang asked me and glanced at the blind boss.

Hearing this, I didn't speak again, and looked at Luo Nengjue silently.

At this time, Luo Nengjue and Monk Ku seemed to have become the same person, their movements were extremely neat, and they both took out the wooden fish in the cloth bag at the same speed with the same movements.

In the next second, they slowly beat the wooden fish in the same rhythm.

"Tuk....... Sincere....... ........"

Hearing the sound of the wooden fish, none of us had any special reaction, and we all felt that this was the process of their spell casting.

But those demons seemed to be very sensitive to the sound of the wooden fish, and almost instantly, they turned their eyes over, staring at Luo Nengjue and the bitter monk motionlessly, and did not make any sound.

"They seem to have noticed something is wrong, too." Wu Qiusheng said in a low voice.

"Nonsense." Old man Zuo sighed: "These demons are not stupid, they have the ability to seek good fortune and avoid evil, let alone them?" ”

"Can those wooden fish sound damage them?" I asked curiously.

"Probably not." Old man Zuo said: "That should just be the process of casting the spell, and it hasn't really started yet, just like the chanting mantra before we got into the formation, it's all the same meaning." ”

I nodded, no squeak.

"Let's not rush to leave." Daoist Ge glanced at the bitter monk a few times and whispered, "Wait for them to attract a wave of firepower first, and then we will follow." ”

"Okay." Old man Zuo said: "I want to see what kind of situation these two old things will come up with." ”

........................

When the sound of wooden fish sounded, those demons also fell silent.

didn't make any movement, didn't even turn his head, just twisted his neck like that, staring at the bitter monks.

After about half a minute or so, bursts of something like a golden mist suddenly dispersed from under the wooden fish that the bitter monk and Luo Nengjue had beaten.

These mist were not much at first, and from a distance, I could only vaguely see a few wisps of golden mist like ribbons, but as time passed, these mist became more and more numerous, almost covering the sky above the heads of the bitter monks!

That kind of scene, like a golden auspicious cloud, was floating in the air, and it brought out a lot of vitality to the lifeless Demon Suppression Peak.

"The prosperity of Buddha's energy....... It's all gathered into auspicious clouds........" Daoist Ge squinted his eyes, looking at the golden auspicious clouds floating in the sky, and in his tone, there was a faint taste of surprise: "It seems that this formation is not simple.......

"They burned it for longevity?" Old man Zuo asked, but judging from his tone, it seemed that he had already known the answer, and there was no hint of doubt in his tone.

"Maybe." Daoist Ge nodded, and there was a kind of helplessness in his smile: "If you don't burn the number of life, do you think they can make this kind of formation?" ”

"Hey! They seem to be sprinkling something! Wu Qiusheng said coldly.

Hearing this, I subconsciously glanced over there, and saw that the bitter monk and Luo Nengjue did indeed have the action of throwing things.

They first put the hand that did not knock the wooden fish into their pockets, as if groping for something, and after a second or two, they withdrew their hands, and then made a throwing motion towards the sky.

At first, I didn't see what they were throwing, but after a few more glances, I could vaguely see a layer of golden shadow.

"They're sprinkling gold dust?" I frowned, carefully observed, and my face was full of doubt: "Aren't these gold dust used to draw talismans?" ”

"Isn't there anything else to do except draw talismans?" Fang Shiliang looked at me with disdain, and snorted coldly: "What I don't know, it's really embarrassing to Lao Tzu!" ”

"Then what else do you say?" I asked angrily.

"Let's get up." Fang Shiliang replied quietly.

The moment I heard this answer, I almost didn't swear it, and I thought you could explain it to me!

Anyway, I haven't heard of throwing gold dust to start a battle, this should be something unique to Buddhism, right?

At this moment, the sound of chanting suddenly reached my ears without warning.

Seriously, the chanting didn't seem like it came from the outside world, it was more like it came from the depths of my brain.

At first, there were only a few men chanting, but after less than two seconds, the number of people chanting became more and more.........

Hundreds? Tens of thousands?

I really can't say that, because I can't even count them!

At the beginning of their recitation, the scriptures should be Sanskrit, and listening to them was like listening to the Book of Heaven, and they couldn't understand half a word.

The scriptures recited in Chinese are only ten words, which are........

"Like a smell."

"As you see."

"That's right."

"Like me."

"As it comes."