Seeing the flesh and blood slowly moving in the Nagabala, the tall and thin monk suddenly stuffed the black cake into his mouth and chewed it, chewed it to a pulp, and knelt down in front of the table and put the Gabala on top of the human skin, and then opened his hands and faced the dark sky in the west, and muttered, "Life is cut off, cut off; The heart is cut out, cut off; The body is cut off, cut off; Power is cut off, cut off; The source is cut off, cut off ......"

It's not a spell anymore, it's like an evil and strange invocation.

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"What's that?"

"It's a ritual."

"What kind of ritual?"

"A ritual to summon evil spirits."

"How?"

"The black cake is a potion made of feces, menstruation, tears, pus and blood, mixed with fried barley, using the flesh and blood of living people as a guide, mixed into juice, as long as you drink the potion, you can communicate with the demon king who has seen many days of history, and let them put the ghosts of the dead back into the world..." ”

"Believe it or not, I—I'm just a little like throwing up..."

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The tall and thin monk suddenly picked up the Gabala and drank all the contents of it!

Many monks immediately lay down on their backs with their hands open, watching him drink the potion, their faces full of fanatical and crazy worship, like a group of hungry dogs looking at the fresh meat in front of them, and almost stretching out a hand in their eyes!

Faintly, a kind of ghostly laughter sounded in the room, suddenly on the left, suddenly on the right, fluttering, like the cold and damp tongue of a poisonous snake licking on everyone's ears, licking and touching every inch of bricks, tiles, wooden beams, tables, chairs, cups.

The human skin on the table suddenly bulged!

In front of everyone's eyes, the man's skin slowly and slowly swelled, inch by inch, as if he had been blown by someone, and finally became a fat, plump, swollen and swollen child. Then the whole house began to fill the room with a foul smell, an indescribable smell, a terrible smell, a terrible smell!

Everyone in the room was inhaling deeply, their faces were satisfied, greedy and enjoying, as if they had lived in the realm of Sumeru for many days...

Then, the inflated human skin moved.

First siblings, then body, Zuihou sat up. The man looked around as if he was ignorant, and suddenly with his hands on the edge of the table, he jumped down and walked in front of the tall and thin monk.

He looked straight at the refreshing hollow on the human skin, and suddenly shouted, "Amourai, get up?" ”

The human-skin puppet nodded, and the piece of his face wrinkled a few times, as if in reply.

"Good!" The tall and thin monk nodded, and said lightly: "The person who killed you is not far away, and you can smell the smell of his body." Now is your chance to be born again, you have to take it, you know? ”

The human-skin puppet nodded again, lightly and without any effort.

"Okay." His face suddenly changed, and he said solemnly: "All the time is quiet, and there is no violation; After the end of life, it ascends to the subtle and does not connect with the lower realm; The heavenly realm of all people is even ruined, and the three calamities are not as good as... I will bless you with the Dharma of Sumaitreya, go! ”

The human puppet nodded once, and then floated straight to the door—the three monks hurriedly got up and saluted, holding the golden cymbals and golden cymbals in their hands, followed by the hemp rope pockets, and walked to the door and let it out.

The human-skin puppet immediately walked into the courtyard like a jumping child, and took the lead in leading everyone over the courtyard wall and towards the long night.

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"Huh? Where are they going? ”

"I don't know... Depending on the situation, they must have a plan, and we will leave him alone for the time being, and we will first take care of the matter in our hands, and when we return, we will be able to catch them all!" ”

"Hmm... It's good. ”

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It is said that the Supreme Treasure followed the monk all the way to this Shimendu town, and he did not dare to approach, and chased after him so much that he was panting and sweating. Seeing everyone enter the town from afar, his legs were weak and he couldn't keep up, so he simply climbed to a tree with a crooked neck and watched from afar, but he no longer came closer.

Seeing the monk walking through the side streets, Zuihou entered an inn and didn't come out for a long time, so he immediately thought in his heart: "Meet, it seems that they are going to rest here and wait for the dead ghost monk to come." Okay, I'll take a look, find out where the people are, and wait until the middle of the night to secretly save them..."

He lightly descended from the tree, rested for a moment, and then staggered into the ferry town.

This Shimendu is lively at night, there are guys at the door of the gambling stall kiln who are working hard to solicit customers, puffing up their tongues to grind those passers-by who have a few dollars in their pockets softly, when the mouth does not cover the door and does not hang the curtain, and the sound of a wave of high waves inside sounds very tempting:

"Open! Four, five, six, fifteen o'clock! Lose big and eat small..."

"Banker August 8! White Tiger is six or nine o'clock, Vermilion Bird is not ten, Xuanwu King is right... The loss is right, and there is no win or loss in the next house..."

"Uncle, here! There's something good for you to see here... Oops! Don't go..."

"Next time, uncle! Remember my name, my name is Little Peach Blossom..."

"Uncle Xie has rewarded it! Quickly pour tea for the uncle..."

There are also some flatbreads, siu mai, meat buns, sheep scorpions, wonton stews, miscellaneous soups... They all shouted and bought and sold, which was called a lively one. Some of the guests bought the oil cakes, just stood next to them, and ate the green onion noodle sauce hot, and those who finished eating were wiping their mouths with their sleeves, burping, full of happiness.

For some people, this is the most enjoyable time of the day, and all they can enjoy while they live is the delicious taste and leisure of this hour.

The sackcloth shirt of the Supreme Treasure was hung in the mountains and was tattered and tattered, and it was full of mud and filth, coupled with the thatch and dead leaves on his head, he looked like a beggar, and those who set up stalls frowned when they saw it, and waved their hands like flies: "Go away!" Go away! ”

He wasn't angry, he just smiled faintly, because when he was in the mountains, he already knew that he had left August, and if he didn't have the ability, others would definitely not look down on him—what was the difference between him and a real beggar?

He suddenly didn't want to go back to the mountain!

The Supreme Treasure just wants to walk around, look around, and wait until one day it can shine like a firefly in the dark night sky...

is like the young man in white in Mr. Kucha's story, although he has never appeared in the eyes of everyone, he is deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts!

But now, he still has to save people.

The Supreme Treasure went around to the back of the inn, and as soon as he leaned on the wall, he heard a commotion inside, and a loud voice shouted: "Sudden thief, you are so bold!" If we want to move away, we have to move away, I'm afraid it's not that easy..."He heard the voice as if it was said by a monk monk, and he only said in his heart that they had encountered the help of the Five Wheel Sect, and his heart was overjoyed, and he immediately peeked inward.

I saw that the monk in the middle of the bhikkhu was holding a golden cymbal, a golden cymbal, a vajra demon pestle, and a pagoda pendant, and confronted a group of people with a fierce momentum, and those people seemed to be rough and unbearable, and they were also holding a simple knife and dagger, an iron ruler and an iron rod, and they did not give in to each other, but if they did not agree with each other, they would fight.

Although the Supreme Treasure didn't know the origin of these people, he also knew clearly that the person who came was definitely not the helper of the Five Wheel Sect, nor was he a person in the Dharma, he should be an ordinary gang bandit, a man from the rivers and lakes, and he didn't look like a good person - he couldn't help but secretly exclaim: "Quack! Don't jump! You're the best fight! The thief monk will definitely not be able to beat him, and when the time comes, he will be killed, and I will go and save the person and leave, so it doesn't take any effort! ”

The Supreme Treasure was lying on the wall full of joy, and he just wanted to wait for the fight inside, but after waiting for a while, he suddenly saw the tall and thin monk standing upstairs reaching out behind his back, pinching a strange handprint... Suddenly, there was a sound of broken footsteps in the courtyard, and the group of disciples of the Five Wheel Sect who had been killed by the corpse art all walked out of the horse ring and quietly approached the door.

"Oops!" The Supreme Treasure screamed in his heart, and he had already scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the tall and thin monk monk all over again, "You are fighting and killing, what are you doing by calling our disciples?" Have you ever wanted to call again? ――I don't know how many people will be killed or injured if this is done, but it is really inappropriate! ”

He was anxious to find a solution, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't think of withdrawing... Seeing that the people inside were dead or alive and not listening to persuasion, the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, and he was almost ready to secretly put a fire in the back, preparing to set the house on fire.

"It's on fire, you're not going to be able to continue fighting, are you?"

I don't know if it's a coincidence or a good calculation, he was just going to do it, and suddenly he heard one of the men in the rivers and lakes speak: "... Let's go out and fight...", and the fight turned into a brawl.

Seeing that things had taken a turn for the better, the Supreme Treasure was not busy lighting the fire, quietly lying on the wall and listening carefully, only to see the man who took the lead and the tall and thin monk inside to answer each other, and the two of them changed from the initial situation of not giving in to living together, although they were happy that they did not fight and hurt the five round disciples, but they were also worried that this big haode opportunity was gone...

I couldn't wait for him to sigh with emotion, the inside was already completely separated, and the monks began to move their luggage towards the small courtyard outside, and the Supreme Treasure immediately slipped down and said in his heart: "It's okay for the time being, but it's not good for me to make a fuss for a long time, and I have to come back in the middle of the night to save people-alas! Bad luck, bad luck..."

I have a plan in my heart, first go to find a place to rest, it is best to eat together, wait until the dead of night those fat monks have slept, and then turn back to save people. The idea of the Supreme Treasure turned around and touched out, he has always grown up in the City God Temple, naturally looking for the temple of Shimendu, but asked a few people do not know what temples and Buddhist halls are here, zuihou finally has a local who knows to point out the way, to see -

Walls and houses are collapsing, dead branches are everywhere, plaques are broken, weeds are overgrown, but they have long been deserted!

Although he did not find the bite to eat, he finally found a place to live, and he did not dislike it in his heart, and found a large pile of hay under the incense case, which was a nest where he could rest. Then he found some dry wood and rotten chairs to make a fire, plucked some bamboo from the side and put it on it to light it together, listening to the crackling sound of the bamboo burning, he was always awake, and it was not easy to sleep too deeply.

Then he curled himself up in the haystack and fell asleep slowly.