Chapter Forty-Four: The Prison Cleaner Who Grabs the Land
Although the Holy Water Temple is a Buddhist temple, but it is not as quiet and peaceful as other temples, since it was built, there was Wang Jiu crazy to suppress the five dragons, and then there was Zhang San's lack of strength to fight the demon fairy, more than 100 years of wind and waves, never really calm. Naturally www.biquge.info there were many ordinary people in the vicinity, and many of them died in this temple.
Especially the time when the laurel immortal was suppressed, there were a lot of souls who died unjustly, and most of the later monks were not authentic Buddhists, and there were very few people who practiced the Tao, although they surpassed some by the merits of the Buddhist temple, but there were many lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering in the mountains, and the whole Buddhist temple was definitely not clean.
In fact, Venerable Jueming and Aunt Jin came here today, one of the purposes is to transcend the soul of the dead to clean the temple, in the past, because of the face of the land immortal king nine crazy, it was not easy to come and clean up, but now it is known that he has entered the demon body and died, plus Zhang Sanque has no news in the temple for more than half a year, the Venerable Pure Prison Division will naturally send someone to clean up the mess.
It's a pity that the old monk never dreamed that the muddy water in such a small temple was so deep, and he was all the way to the Shinto, but he was actually overturned by someone using the magic method. Still stuck here. But he had no intention of complaining about it at this time. Zhang Ziru's words just now made Venerable Jueming wake up suddenly, yes! In this temple...... Why is it so clean?
"Amitabha!" The habitual old monk pronounced a Buddha horn, and said to Ren Song again: "Master Ren, I'm afraid that this courtyard itself is a dream!" ”
"Huh?" Ren Song was taken aback when he heard this, looked carefully at the surrounding scenery and said with some disbelief: "Master, you are not mistaken, right?" ”
"Huh!" Venerable Jueming laughed loudly, told Ren Songsong about the cause and effect, and finally said: "Don't hide it from the donor, my disciple and I came this time, originally planning to transcend those undead in the temple, but now this temple is really ...... Nothing! ”
"I'll kill you bald donkey!" Before the old monk could speak, Zhang Fengchao on the side had already jumped up and scolded angrily: "It's up to us to grab the land!" Do you really think that there is no one in the Lingguan Cliff, and you are not afraid that the Nine Crazy Ancestors will ...... one day"
When the old monk talked to Ren Song just now, he didn't mention the change of Wang Jiu's madness, so the old liar didn't know the reason. It's just that Aunt Jin saw that he was scolding rudely, and she didn't wait for him to finish speaking, so she interrupted and said: "Of course I'm not afraid, Wang Jiu went crazy into the Demon Dao, took away the Nine Demon Generals, and almost ruined this world. ”
"What?" Zhang Fengchao was even more furious when he heard this, and rushed to Aunt Jin and scolded: "How can my ancestor generation of land immortals fall into demons!" Old seller x, you give Lao Tzu another nonsense! ”
The old woman's whole body trembled when she heard the words, but the master was here but it was not easy to attack, so she had to scold back: "Donkey feces eggs with a mouth full of feces, ask your nephew if I am talking nonsense!" ”
"Amitabha, be cautious!" The Venerable Jueming next to him suddenly spoke. Aunt Jin's face turned pale, and she hurriedly lowered her head and hid aside. The old monk Fu turned his head to look at Zhang Fengchao, who was about to continue scolding.
The old liar looked at him, only to feel that his tongue was like a boulder weighing ten thousand catties, so heavy that he couldn't move at all, and his mouth was open for a long time, but he couldn't make a sound. But I heard the Venerable Jueming say with a calm face: "What I said in vain is a very true thing, that day Wang Jiu mad turned into nine ghost generals, Dongyue Emperor mobilized the Yin soldiers and ghosts of the five northwestern provinces to come to suppress, and finally let the donor take action to get rid of this demon, if you don't believe it, you can ask him ......."
"Huh?" Zhang Fengchao looked at Ren Song in surprise when he heard this, this cowardice was a lot, and he didn't know how to answer for a long time. Sun Qiuhong, who was still on the side, was smart, and seeing the old liar's hideous expression, he hurriedly said: "Uncle Zhang, Brother Ren Song eliminated the Nine Demon Generals!" ”
"Yes, I can testify that the boss got rid of just a demon who has no mind, and Wang Jiu is crazy...... That immortal has nothing to do with it! Without waiting for Sun Qiuhong to finish speaking, Xiao Tiantian, the fox demon over there, took over the conversation and said: "Old liar, do you want to recognize a demon as an ancestor, and you are not afraid of falling into the prestige of Lingguan Cliff, besides, we didn't grab land with you!" ”
"Fart!" Zhang Fengchao was even more angry when he heard this, and was about to get angry, but he was dragged by his own daughter, in fact, when the little girl was scolding, she wanted to come over to stop her, but her eyes were inconvenient, and her father didn't listen to a few greetings in a row, so she had to follow the sound and grope over, and dragged her father away.
"Ru girl, you Mora me! I'm ...... with this group," the old liar said with a pair of triangular eyes that were bloodshot at this time, and he stared at everyone on the field viciously.
"Daddy!" Zhang Ziru held his hand tightly and shouted, for some reason the old liar's temper suddenly weakened a lot, but he heard the little girl continue: "Look at you, our Lingguanya is not a Hong Kong underworld, how can there be a claim to grab turf!" Alas! The little girl sighed when she said this, and then said: "Grandpa said that when the Nine Crazy Patriarchs entered the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, they withdrew from the Lingguan Cliff, and it has nothing to do with our sect...... So, cousin Ren Song, you don't have to be nervous! ”
Saying that, the girl turned her head and glanced at Ren Song and said, "Moreover, no matter how you say that our two families are blood relatives within three generations, even if grandpa comes back, he will not worry about you for this matter...... However, this holy water temple should not be the turn of your Shinto Prison Purification Division to intervene! ”
"Uh...... Wonderful! Wonderful! That's it, there is some truth in the words of the female benefactor, and in the future, we will no longer be involved in the Holy Water Temple! When the old monk Jueming heard the little girl's words, he was taken aback, and in a few words, he tore Ren Song next to him clean and dragged him into the camp of Lingya Temple......
This baby is nothing as a ghost fairy, but the group of madmen standing behind him in the Lingguan Hall is still not to provoke, it seems that I want to remind you when I go back, this holy water temple should not come to join in the fun. At that moment, he rushed to Zhang Ziru, but he no longer spoke.
The little girl pulled the emotional Zhang Fengchao at this time and said, "Dad, don't make any more trouble, catch the laurel fairy first, break this spell and rescue grandpa before anything else!" ”
was reminded by his daughter, Zhang Fengchao finally woke up, slapped his head and said, "Yes! Fu glared at Ren Song and pointed and said: "Devil baby, even the Nine Crazy Patriarchs are harmed, wait for your uncle and grandfather to come back, and see you explain!" He had been full of anger and indignation just now, but his expression suddenly changed, and he regained his composure, which surprised everyone else.
"That...... That cousin, my uncle and grandfather said that only you can see the person who casts the spell, and now if you want to get out, everyone can only rely on you! Although the distraction was noisy in his mind, Ren Song did not get angry at this time, but said to Zhang Ziru in anticipation.
(To be continued.) )