Where did the monk go?

It is barely understandable that he has temporarily renounced his faith in order to survive, but until now, why hasn't he come to see my father?

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Brother Wu lay in the vat with his sausage mouth on his head and meditated, but he still couldn't let go of the missionary matter in his heart.

If nothing happens, at this point in time, they will gather together and sing hallelujah aloud, accompanied by a variety of penetrating instruments.

In fact, the old guy had to be glad that he was not capable of doing this, otherwise he would be beaten up by the townsfolk led by Ah Wei.

Bang...... Bang...... Bang......

The wind is howling.

In the backyard.

Meng Fan is practicing Longhua.

This is a vulgar martial art, belonging to the Wudang North faction of the inner boxing, pay attention to the combination of rigidity and softness, moving like a running otter, quiet like a diving fish, flashing and moving, the body is like a dragon, and the tiger is ambushed by the eagle.

There is no deep meaning, it is purely to absorb the purple qi of heaven and earth, and all the limbs and bones are comfortable, and he wants to improvise a set of Taoist martial arts.

"It's rare to enjoy this kind of purity."

With the strength of his body, after playing a set of skill punches, Meng Fan collected his momentum, because of swallowing purple qi, eating one less meal, or even not eating or drinking all day, there was no problem, he directly lay on the rattan chair.

Sunbathe.

Look at the Daozang.

The so-called Taoist collection is the general name of Taoist books, all kinds of classics since the Zhou and Qin dynasties.

The "Sutra of Saving People" recited when the evil spirits were recited before, and only then did they win the Longhua Boxing, all of which came from this.

As for their master, it is naturally Uncle Nine.

When Shi Bo left Maoshan that year, he took a cart of classics, and later walked the rivers and lakes, and collected a lot of them one after another, and now they are all stacked in the Yizhuang Patriarch Hall.

Therefore, every time Meng Fan goes out, he will take two books on his body and study them when he has time.

Of course, "The Secret Book of Maoshan Governing Evil" and "I Ching", these two books are carried with you.

……

"I have long seen that what Christ is, it is not good at all, the priest opens his mouth and closes his mouth, we are all guilty!"

"What's the sin? Buckle your own hat. ”

"Yes, what they believe in, it seems that they have been nailed to a wooden frame by the state officials, and they are definitely bad seeds."

Things are fermenting.

What does it mean to be terrible?

After yesterday's failed reopening of the church, the villagers began to make arrangements.

Some squires originally believed in foreign monks and donated a lot of money, but now they found that they had fed things to the dogs, so they were willing to give up, and directly took the helpers to surround the priest who was still soaking in glutinous rice water.

Pay back?

No money!

Since the fifteen pieces of ocean were given by Meng Daochang at the signal of Ah Wei, the squires did not dare to snatch it, so they could only force Lao Wu to write an IOU, asking him to return it immediately with interest when he had more money in the future.

There was a lot of commotion, but the mayor didn't come forward at all, and his son died at the hands of the evil spirit, his head exploded like a watermelon, and there was no body.

How can you have the heart to deal with official business?

Moreover, these priests and monks were the son David, who contacted abroad and invited them to come and preach.

What if they don't come here? Tragedy will not happen!

Thinking of this, a vicious plan appeared in the mayor's heart, who would have thought that in the past, people who always had a simple smile and saw no one would know the Maoshan outcasts?

And also involved in drug transport!

In fact, most of the wealthy families and squires in the town, and even the teachers of some status, received some rumors, but no one refused, but inquired with great interest whether they could get a piece of the pie.

"Let's take a look at the situation first, if the prospects are good, you can bring the townspeople to make a fortune together, and everyone can just cut the wheat and plant something good."

The son's words lingered in his ears.

The mayor wiped his tears, and when the dragon slayer Dao chief transported the poison over, he entrusted the other party to hunt down and kill those monks, and kill Father Wu first!

If they can, Meng Fan and Ah Wei will also be liquidated.

Why did they come out alive?

Why don't you save your precious son!

At the moment, Meng Fan didn't know that he was being targeted by a smiling tiger, but he would definitely not let go of the relevant people and others, and the reason why he didn't leave immediately after solving the church matter was to find out the truth!

"Slaying dragons?"

"This trumpet is rampant or not, but I don't know what the connection is with our Maoshan."

Seeing that the sun was setting and was about to enter the most active time period for the corpse chaser, the fisherman Meng Fan muttered.

Recalling the original book, this dragon slayer Daoist obviously knows his uncle, and the relationship is not shallow......

But it shouldn't be a disciple of Maoshan who conferred the gong.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the patriarch to let it go unchecked.

All right...... Not necessarily.

Suddenly, Meng Fan thought of the master uncle and his illegitimate son.

Shi Shaojian, greedy for money and lustful, has repeatedly raped young women out of his body.

Shi Jian, who was ruthless, knew what his son had done in the past, and when he was a traitor for the last time, instead of stopping it, he helped cover it.

Be sure to clean up the portal!

Out of a sense of identification with the sect, a sentence suddenly popped out of Meng Fan's mind.

In fact, the nephew killed the uncle, and he was also the head of the faction, if this was spread, it would inevitably set off turbulent waves......

Think long-term.

Right now, I'm slaying the dragon first.

This guy competed with Shi Bo, and lost half a move in a short period of time, and he shot with all his might, with mental calculation or unintentional, he must win easily!

Late at night.

Outside the town of Jiuquan.

"Heavenly Spirit."

"Earth Spirit."

"Xiangxi chases corpses."

"Don't come near ...... living"

There was a burst of voices hanging and deliberately elongated.

A bearded Taoist shook a bell and waved a yellow charm in his hand.

Behind it, a pair of zombies are jumping.

I have to admit that these guys have very good acting skills, and their physical strength is even more so, bouncing all the way, and they can still maintain a high degree of consistency.

If it weren't for God's perspective and knowing the plot in advance, Meng Fan wouldn't want to believe that this was a group of fake zombies.

He has hands and feet, and his physical strength is strong.

What is wrong with it, do you have to get out of the way?

Anyway, Meng Fan hates this kind of addiction-related profession the most in his life, saying that it is an exaggeration to say that he sees one and kills another, but it is indeed not far off.

"Senior brother, do you want to shoot?"

Ah Wei asked in a low voice.

There were five villagers lying on the left and right, and the foreign guns in their hands were already loaded, as long as Meng Fan gave an order, he would directly kill this gang of fake corpses transporting drugs.

Because of the Xunfeng shroud, there was no need to worry about the voice leaking, Meng Fan responded in a low voice: "Wait for them to enter the town, and catch them all." ”

"Besides, if I'm going to shoot these guys in public, I naturally have to put out the evidence."

"Okay." Ah Wei nodded earnestly.

Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

After following Meng Fan for so long, he has become different from before, although it is a little late, but after all, he has become a human being, has responsibility, and knows what to do as the captain of a militia group.

"Xiangxi chases corpses~"

"Don't come near the living... Near..."

The Dragon Slayer Daoist didn't realize that he was already in a deep situation, and while throwing the yellow talisman, he thought about how much profit he should get from the mayor.

This year...... It's getting messier and messier, and it's not wrong to save more money after all, but it's a pity that his son is too fine.