"Chikta, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Kikota Prajna Samoyed......"

Ji Que, who was sitting on a branch with rotten eggs in his hand, heard the mantra of the Wind Lotus Sect for the first time.

I saw that in the streets and alleys, the members of the Wind Lotus Sect were all wearing black robes, reciting scriptures while sprinkling yellow paper, polluting the environment.

They were tall and short, fat and thin, and their faces were pale, and they looked like a walking corpse.

In the middle of the line, a black chariot was pulled by four leaning congregants.

The chariot was thick and large, and looked like a huge black coffin, while the congregants who pulled the cart were thin and tall, like bamboo poles.

The rope that pulled the cart was stuck in their flesh and blood, and Ji Que always had the illusion that the powerful rope would tear their bodies apart.

Behind this black team, there were people in various colors who followed, and they followed suit, naturally the people who were newly bewitched by the Wind Lotus Sect this time.

Ji Que roughly counted it, and nearly 100 people had already been tricked.

The Wind Lotus Sect has such a big appetite this time?

He remembered that in the past, the Wind Lotus Sect would take a total of dozens of people in one night, but this time he had just arrived at Yuhua Lane, and it was like this.

As far as the naked ear can hear, this time the preaching voice is much louder than before.

To be honest, Ji Que is still a little nervous about attacking the Wind Lotus Sect tonight.

After all, the Wind Lotus Sect is more evil.

But he's just nervous.

More of it, his heart was beating faster and more excited, just like the first time he slapped a ruffian with a brick.

Men are born with the genes of adventure and violence, and Ji Que is no different.

He was even accustomed to that kind of stimulation, otherwise he would have produced a sickly emptiness.

Now, here's the thrill!

Bang Bang ......

The neighbors of Yuhua Lane opened the door one after another, and Ji Que saw Boss Zhang of the tofu stall at a glance, but he didn't expect that the other party was the first to fall in the alley.

I'm going to eat sweet tofu brains tomorrow morning.

Ji Que shook his hand, and a rotten egg flew down with a thud, smashed on Boss Zhang's neck, and bloomed.

Boss Zhang, who was originally depressed, woke up suddenly, only to feel a foul smell drilling into his nostrils, and couldn't help but want to vomit.

He quickly noticed that something was wrong, and while covering his mouth, he rushed back into the house.

The ranks of the Wind Lotus Sect continued to move forward, and the sect members were like walking corpses, not noticing this wave at all.

Just as Ji Que was about to continue throwing rotten eggs, the sound of a wooden fish suddenly sounded.

The sound of this wooden fish penetrated the chanting sound of the Wind Lotus Sect, and it was so clear that the entire Wind Lotus Sect team came to a standstill.

Some of the people stood there blankly, their eyes still confused, but they didn't continue to follow.

Got a master?

Ji Que followed the reputation of Muyu and found that there was an extra "light bulb" in the dim Yuhua Alley.

Under the moonlight, a bald old monk walked over while beating a wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

He was dressed in a white monk's robe and a flowing white beard, and he looked like a master.

At this time, a deep man's voice came from the chariot - "Monk, why are you in our way?" ”。

The old monk continued to knock on the wooden fish and said, "Your sect has taken away too many innocent people, and it can't go on any longer. ”

The voice in the chariot floated again - "You old bones, can you stop it?" ”。

The old monk stroked his beard, his clothes were shocked, revealing the huge one-eyed green dragon on his shoulders, and responded: "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" ”

At this moment, Ji Que felt stable.

This monk is the standard configuration of the monk in terms of mind, temperament, conversation, and even tattoos and appearances.

The next moment, the black lotus of the chariot was lifted, revealing two figures, a man and a woman.

This is the first time that Ji Que has had the opportunity to watch the masters fight, and he can't help but be extra focused.

He has never had a clear understanding of his own strength, and he can only prove that he is very resistant and capable of fighting in the area of Sangshui County through constant unluck, but only between bandits and strongmen.

As for the few martial arts masters in the county who are a little famous, he has gone to verify them, such as the seventy-five-year-old "Old Tan Leg" Uncle Tan and the seventy-eight-year-old "Monkey Fruit Boxing" Old Man Li, who are basically not his opponents.

And now that he has the blessing of Taijiquan, his skills have reached a higher level, so he is even more uncertain.

With this observation, he could probably get a little bit of the bottom of himself and the Wind Lotus Sect, and then determine the combat policy.

The Wind Lotus Sect must die, whether it is gradually consumed by him using guerrilla warfare to fight hidden guns, or whether it is recklessly killed by him, it depends on the other party's ability.

Of course, it is very likely that this Wind Lotus Sect will be directly overthrown by the old monk tonight.

Because Ji Que had never seen such a mighty monk, especially with the lifelike green dragon on his shoulder, there was a feeling of reincarnation of Fahai.

"Chikta, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Kikota Prajna Samoyed......"

On the chariot, the two black-robed men of the Wind Lotus Sect spoke at the same time.

This voice was like muffled thunder, I don't know how many times stronger than when I preached before, and it suddenly suppressed the monk's wooden fish voice.

The people and sect members who had not moved trembled and followed straight up, and even had a strange smile on their faces.

At this time, people kept opening their doors in several nearby streets and alleys, and walked towards this side like walking corpses.

The great monk shouted, the wooden fish knocked louder, and the Buddha's voice became louder.

But when he was so big, the voices of the two black-robed people were even thicker, and they actually felt that the Buddha was one foot tall and the demon was one foot high.

However, Ji Que was not panicked at all, this monk didn't know how many backhands he had.

As a result, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and when he looked up, he was bleeding.

Ji Que was startled and said secretly: "Won't it?" ”

The monk's sudden crotch pull was something Ji Que didn't expect.

The unfathomable-looking old monk seemed to really have no back hand, and at this time he was already half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as if he was dying.

Ji Que knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Wait until this monk is really going to hell.

Without any hesitation, the two rotten eggs in the basket flew out, slid out of two light arcs, and smashed into the mouths of the two black-robed men who were chanting incantations on the chariot with two clicks.

The strange magic sound turned indistinct, and then came to an abrupt end.

"Something!"

"It stinks!"

"Stinky monk, play yin!"

This was followed by two violent vomiting sounds.

Seeing this, the old monk quickly wiped away his blood and tears, and frantically knocked on the wooden fish.

So the people who had been hideous regained a little clarity and showed a blank expression.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where are you going?

"Wind, Wind Lotus Sect? Come on! ”

There was a quick response, and when he found that he was in the team of the Wind Lotus Sect, he hurriedly ran back.

The two Wind Lotus Sect masters on the chariot were also very good, and they saw that they were lucky, and they sucked the water in the ditch next to them into their mouths, and after a loud drink, they squirted out the water, like a water gun.

The next moment, the magic sound started again.

"Chikta, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Kikota Prajna Samoyed......"

The people who had fled halfway shook in an instant, and walked over like walking corpses.

Ji Que did not hesitate, and threw out two more rotten eggs, and then two more rotten eggs broke in his mouth, and the magic sound stopped abruptly again.

The people who had been wooden regained a little clarity and showed a blank expression.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where are you going?

"Wind, Wind Lotus Sect? Come on! ”

There was a quick response, and found that he was in the team of the Wind Lotus Sect, and he ran home.

"Wow!"

The master of the Wind Lotus Sect on the left vomited, and after slapping the monk out with a single palm, he sucked up water frantically and gargled his mouth, while looking at the maple tree behind him, and shouted, "There are still masters!" ”

Almost at the same time, the two black-robed people were sucking water and rinsing their mouths, and they ran towards the maple tree where Ji Que was, as fast as lightning!