Gyatso walked to the basement of Lin Zhengying's Yizhuang, saying that it was a basement, which was a little too big, and it was more like an underground dojo, almost the size of a basketball court;

At this time, because of the blood moon, the atmosphere around them became very strange, and the things that were originally suppressed in these bottles and cans also began to be restless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of the red clay pots was particularly eye-catching at this time, not only was there a circle of light flickering inside, but the whole jar also began to shake, swaying incessantly, as if it was already a little impatient to rush out.

Gyatso's eyes froze, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Sure enough, the Central Plains Taoists pay attention to leaving a line in everything they do, and these evil obstacles that hurt the heavens and harms are obviously entangled in cause and effect sin can't bear to be destroyed, but are sealed here to sharpen their ferocity and then reincarnate;

Why bother,

If they all act like this, the exorcists in the world will not have to die of exhaustion!"

Gyatso comes from Tibetan Tantra, and Tantra's style of doing things is characterized by unscrupulous means, they only focus on results, and do not like to care about the details, so Tantra often gives people a mysterious and terrifying view.

Faced with these things that began to be restless under the blood moon, Gyatso's response was simple,

That is,

Extermination!

Gyatso walked directly to the red jar, lifted the jar with one hand, then closed his eyes, silently recited the incantation, and on Gyatso's body, a faint golden light bloomed, and the golden light submerged into the red jar, and the contents of the jar began to struggle like crazy, constantly hitting the jar, but the golden light that was originally on Gyatso's body had been transferred to the jar at this time, which had the best suppressive effect.

A streak of blood appeared between Gyatso's eyebrows, and a bloody light shot out from between his eyebrows and directly into the jar.

There was a piercing scream in the empty basement, and finally, when it calmed down, the red can cracked, and streams of pus began to overflow with a foul stench.

But Gyatso didn't care at all, behind the temple where he practiced, there was a place comparable to purgatory on earth, and his heart had long been as hard as iron.

The fate of this monster directly suppressed everything else here, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if all the things that were sealed and suppressed instantly became chilling like people.

Evil things need to be grinded by wicked people!

Gyatso stood here like a fierce god, and none of those ghosts dared to be presumptuous.

Just when Gyatso felt that this was almost the place and was about to leave here and go back to Lin Zhengying's place to have a look, a weasel appeared at the staircase leading to the basement, and the weasel looked at Gyatso there with a kind of grievance and fear, like a timid little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong and was afraid of being disciplined.

There's also a shapeshifter here?

Gyatso walked over, and the weasel retreated obscenely, and retreated to the edge of the steps.

However, as soon as Gyatso's feet went up the steps, the steps changed instantly, and he became a fierce beast with a bloody mouth wide open.

Gyatso's eyes froze, and he said in a low voice:

"You dare to cast illusions on me, and the pearl of rice dares to compete with Haoyue!"

Everything around him began to change, but Gyatso still walked steadily, up the steps, into the mouth, unstoppable, Tantric monks, with such stubborn tenacity!

Perhaps, they are less tactful, less accidental, and more unkind than the Central Plains monks, but to a certain extent, they are closer to their inner persistence.

Compared with the monks of the Seven Laws, Gyatso has a lot less thoughts about human feelings and worldliness, but more of a kind of devotion to the Buddha;

The mouth of the beast began to crack, and finally completely dissipated, and everything around it quickly returned to its original state, the weasel was still the weasel, but the blood was already flowing from his eyes, which was very miserable;

"Something that can't be measured. ”

Gyatso stretched out his hand and lifted up the dying weasel, what he wanted was the weasel's Neidan, a weasel who had opened his mind and could even take the initiative to control the illusion, his Neidan, but it was a great tonic comparable to a century-old Ganoderma lucidum, with this thing, it would be no problem for Lin Zhengying to eat it, at least it would be no problem to continue his life.

However, Gyatso only felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and the weasel's skin slipped down directly, so natural, so abrupt, and in his hand, he was grasping a purple centipede, the centipede's mouthparts were lifted, and then stabbed into the back of Gyatso's hand.

"Hiss ............"

Gyatso shook the centipede away, staggered, and hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to detoxify, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his vision began to become extremely blurred.

The basement, which had been quiet, began to boil again after Gyatso sat cross-legged.

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

Outside the gate of Yizhuang, an old beggar on crutches walked slowly, the old beggar was lame in one leg, and it was not very convenient to walk, and his face was a little sunken because of malnutrition, and the whole person was almost thin into skin and bones.

"The old man is really hungry. ”

The old beggar sighed, then walked up the steps, knocked lightly on the vermilion door of Yizhuang, and knocked a few times, but no one opened the door in Yizhuang, and it should be said that of course no one would come to open the door.

The old beggar reached out and pushed the door, and it opened.

The door of Yizhuang was not locked in the first place, because the people who locked the door before nightfall were all knocked out at this time.

The old beggar's head poked inside, and now that the door was open, he went in.

He knew that this was Yizhuang, but now he was really hungry and tired, so he wanted to find a place to sleep, if he could get a little food, it would be the best, for him, life is a day.

The old beggar walked into the kitchen first, and there was dinner made by Ah Kuan in the kitchen, but the master and apprentice didn't have a chance to enjoy it today, the old beggar pounced directly and stuffed the food into his mouth, he ate very quickly, and ate very quickly, and in the end, his belly was stretched, and he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.

It's been a long time, a long time, it's been a long time since I've eaten so full.

The old beggar coughed and rested for a while, and then decided to take another walk around the village, and since he had food to eat, he might be able to find something else, such as a good dress.

People's desires change according to the changes in their own circumstances, and now that the old beggar is full and the food is too easy, he naturally wants more.

After eating, I was more energetic when I walked, and although I was on crutches, my speed was not slow.

The old beggar came to the door of the bedroom, he stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the door open, and the door was pushed open by him, and he thought that the master's house should be resting, but he still wanted to come and see.

Immediately afterwards, through the crack in the door, the old beggar saw the four people tied to the pillar, and immediately showed a look of surprise, he instinctively wanted to leave here to go to the county government official or leave by himself, because this family was obviously a thief, but when the old beggar's eyes fell on Miss Chen, who was closing her eyes and her mouth was blocked, her breathing suddenly became short.

As the saying goes, full of warmth and 、、、 desire, the old beggar is no exception, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then looked around, it seems that the thief should have robbed something and left, just right, cheapened himself.

The old beggar pushed the door open completely, and entered.

Miss Chen and Chen Yuanwai were not knocked out, but they were both stuffed with things in their mouths, their hands and feet were tied, and they couldn't shout or move, and more importantly, their father and daughter were tied up facing the door, and the ones facing the door were Ah Kuan and Ah Liang, but these two brothers were still in a state of being knocked unconscious by Su Bai and were not awake at this time.

The old beggar pushed open the door, crept in, and saw again a man lying on the bed, but it seemed to be dying;

From the moment he entered, the old beggar's eyes had been fixed on Miss Chen's figure, his tongue licking his lips incessantly, and he first approached the pillar, and then ripped two more pieces of cloth from his rags.

Originally, when Chen Yuanwai and Miss Chen heard the sound of the door opening, they thought that Su Bai and Gyatso had gone and returned, but the two of them were also hungry and tired, and they were too lazy to struggle, and they still maintained their original posture.

It wasn't until Chen Yuanwai's eyes were suddenly blindfolded that Chen Yuanwai felt that something was wrong and immediately began to struggle, but Gyatso's binding technique was very good and very strong, and Chen Yuanwai's struggle seemed meaningless.

Miss Chen was also frightened at this time, but before she could see anything clearly, a black dirty cloth covered her face, and then she felt that someone was kissing her desperately through the cloth, and her hands were still on her body, pinching and grasping very hard and excitedly.

The old beggar was so excited, he didn't expect that he would be able to enjoy such a beautiful girl's body one day, this is simply God's favor for him.

It smells good,

So soft,

So comfortable,

Uh-huh,

Uh-huh,

Just when the old beggar was a little carried away, a panting man appeared outside the bedroom door, saw what was happening inside, and immediately scolded:

", what kind of thing are you, you actually learn Yin Zhiping xxoo little dragon girl here!"

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The next chapter will be written at about three o'clock in the morning, and everyone can rest and get up tomorrow morning to read.

Thank you for staying up late tonight to accompany the dragon on the shelves,

Don't panic, hold on to the dragon! There are at least three more today!(To be continued.) )