"What the hell is this? Aung San-thanh had the same question as Shen Fei, as a martial arts master, he had been in the imperial capital all the year round, and he had never seen such an evil thing. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his wrist, and it was actually the resurrected lizard monster wrapped around his wrist with his shortened tongue, not only him, but also the wrists of the soldiers around him, and the lizard demon popped out his tongue as fast as lightning, not giving them a chance to react at all.

Then he dragged back, and the soldiers of the prison all got up from the ground, rushed towards the prison door, and slammed into it with a "bang", "Help, help." "Let out a cry of help.

Unfortunately, it didn't work, the lizard's sharp claws stretched out from the prison door, pierced the shoulder armor, pierced into the flesh, and the terrifying corpse worms hidden in the nails burrowed into the soldiers' bodies along the wounds and into the bloodstream.

The only one who was not hurt was Aung Santhanh, although he was also entangled in his wrist by the lizard's slimy tongue, but there was a force between his legs, and the horse was very steady, and the lizard demon couldn't drag him, but his own tongue was cut off by a hand knife.

"It seems that I can't wait for the Buddhist monks to come to the rescue!" The death of his subordinates made Aung Sanching angry, and he drew his waist knife and slashed it horizontally, and with a brush, the cell made of logs was cut off from the middle, the root of the round door was broken, and the two ends of the incision were still intact and opposite, because the washed air flow was too fast and too sharp.

All the demon beasts in the prison were cut off!

"Brush!" even left a deep wound on the hard wall behind him. The cage in Qingzhou City was built below the ground, and it was surrounded by hard and boundless earth and stones, and Aung San-thanh cut a hole in it with a knife, which was very remarkable.

If you look closely, the long knife in his hand is very interesting, the handle is made of bronze, the blade is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, the blade is five feet long, and it is made of three shorter blades linked by an unknown process, and there are golden slots at the links of the three blades, and a blade grows out of the slots, like animal teeth.

According to Aung Sanching himself, the long knife in his hand was called "shark tooth" and was forged by the first craftsman of the empire.

As soon as the shark teeth came out, the entire cell was cut in half, and the earth was shaken, and the wailing prisoners in the next cell finally fell silent. The burning torch was placed diagonally on the wet wall, illuminating a radius of five meters, and although there were burning torches at intervals of five meters, it was still damp and gloomy, full of oppression, and the shadow of Aung Sanching was reflected on the wall, like a demon god with a knife, but with tiny black dots crawling on his resolute silhouette.

"It's not good, it's a corpse worm!" With a slash, the hole in the cell was opened, and the demons who came back from the dead in the cell were not dead, but the number of them increased more and more, even if the body was cut off, it could not affect their mobility, and the demon beasts with stumps and broken arms were even more hideous and terrifying.

Among them, only the guys with the upper body left, crawling backwards with their hands as legs, and the guys with only half of the body rushed up on their two legs, and a large number of black insects crawled out of the wound, crawling everywhere, and even crawling all over Aung San-thanh's body.

The prisoners were also crawling all over their bodies by black insects, those insects were small and hard, and the abdomen was full of chelicerae, crawling into the prisoner's body from the eyes, nose, ears and even **, gnawing on the organs from the inside out, but the prisoners died not in pain, because each insect was highly poisonous, and before they felt the pain of ten thousand insects, they had already died of poison, and soon ran out of gas.

"Ahh

Aung Santhanh, who was at the heart of the storm, saw the tragic death of the prisoners, took a deep breath, his cheeks quickly turned red and hot, and a wave of heat drained from the inside out, destroying all the insects lying on his body.

This heat looked somewhat similar to the immortal's protective body, Xiangang, but it caused a lot of wear and tear on Aung Santhanh, causing him to get down on one knee and gasp.

The corners of Shen Fei's mouth rose, revealing a smile: "Although the martial artist is powerful, but the martial arts strength is generated from the body, and it cannot form a circulation with nature, so the loss is huge, Aung Sanqing's martial arts attainments are already very top-notch, and a full-body burst of martial arts still makes the body empty, and the loss is extremely great, it can be seen that compared with the martial arts and the immortal way, there is no doubt that the martial arts are inferior." ”

Just as he was about to help, he suddenly saw Aung Santhanh's right hand holding a knife, and the back of his hand was shining, and if you looked closely, there was a tattoo of a demon beast lying on the back of his right hand. The tattoo is flesh-colored, and it usually looks like a birthmark, until it shines brightly, and it is found to be the image of a fierce beast, which seems to be a tiger.

The next moment, a tiger roar spread throughout the dungeon, followed by a momentum full of oppression, Shen Fei and Chu Xie took a step back at the same time, covering their faces with their hands, Chu Xie's lazy eyes opened a little, and said excitedly: "Interesting, interesting, it is really a right choice to come to the imperial capital with Shen Fei." ”

As a long-standing martial arts family in the People's Kingdom, the Aung San clan practices the boxing method of tiger boxing, the internal strength of the practice is "tiger power fighting strength", and the family crest is the pattern of a tiger descending the mountain.

As the sixth generation of the family, Aung Santhanh has cultivated since he was a child, and although he has not reached the Mahayana, he must not be underestimated.

Aung Sanching probably felt that the previous shot had lost face, and did not hesitate to liberate the family's peerless "tiger power", for a while, the deafening sound of the tiger roar spread all over the dungeon, and in the sight, there seemed to be a phantom of a tiger and Aung Sanqing became one.

The next moment, Aung Sanching slashed out, as if a fierce tiger was coiled on the blade, and flew forward with this slash. The tiger is a condensation of strength, and wherever it passes, the air flow is torn apart, and the tiny insects are reduced to fragments, exploding from the inside out, as if the body has been hollowed out by the tiger's claws.

The tiger slammed into the demons, and the latter exploded, and his already mutilated body was blown into large and small pieces, which was terrible to see, but it was still like a marionette, slowly and slowly rising from the ground, twitching from time to time.

Shen Fei finally saw the clue, his eyebrows swept in all directions, and said, "No, these corpses didn't move by themselves, but someone controlled them behind their backs, and the person who controlled them was nearby." ”

He unleashed his immortal power, forming tentacles that continued to expand, sensing the "black hands" that existed nearby. When the black shadow was actually shrouded in the qi wall, the tiger's body trembled, sensed the existence of the qi wall, and quickly fled into the distance.

Shen Fei didn't chase after him, because before the man left, he gave one last order to the group of demons, and the latter pounced like crazy, without pain or consciousness, crazy and deadly. Shen Fei and Chu Xie used the trick of immortal power explosion at the same time to completely disintegrate their offensive.

The stench was foul, and the dungeon was covered with black and oppressive insect corpses, and the dungeon turned into a Shura field, full of dead silence and slaughter.

......

When the monks of Chaoyin Temple arrived, the entrance to the dungeon had been sealed with wooden stakes by the soldiers, and no one was allowed to enter. There are three prison cells in Qingzhou City, and all the prisoners are held here, and there is no need for family members to explain, and the disturbances caused are only limited to a limited area, and do not have much impact on the local residents.

The monks of Chaoyin Temple rode a white horse to come, with six scars on the top of the head, all white beards, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a red robe wide and wide body, a string of prayer beads hung on the wrist of the right hand, eighteen beads, made of peach wood, carved with different expressions of Arhat heads.

As the distance was near, the horses leaped up while they were galloping, stepped on the void on tiptoe, and landed near the prison.

"Good, good, good, this place is full of evil, and the condensation is not dispersed, what happened. The old monk was old, but his skills were agile, and his slightly frowning brows contained concern for Li Min's common people, standing at the door of the closed cell, his hands folded, and the holy light overflowed from between his fingers, slowly expanding.

"Drive, drive, drive!" At this time, the cell boss had just arrived on horseback, "Report to the city lord, the senior monk of Chaoyin Temple is invited." ”

Aung Sanching didn't have the time to pay attention to him, and waved his hand impatiently: "Just come, it's none of your business here." ”

The cell head was reluctant to leave, and looked up slightly at the door of the dungeon sealed by the wooden stake, from the gap between the adjacent wooden stakes, he vaguely saw the bright red blood flowing, and then looked around, there was no official with the same cell door, took a deep breath and said: "The dungeon is sealed, that little ......"

"With so many people dying in one day, you are still in the mood to care about your position!" Aung Santhanh was a little angry, after all, the things in the dungeon are not only as simple as the dead, but also related to the errand assigned by His Majesty the Emperor.

"The small know the mistakes, the small know the mistakes. The cell boss immediately coaxed and kowtowed to admit his mistake.

"Let's go down and report to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow. Aung Sanching waved again.

"Thank you, thank you, lord. The cell boss kowtowed and stepped back, looking cautious.

Aung San Qing sighed for a long time, his face was gloomy, and without saying a word, he walked behind the old monk and arched his hand: "Master Jushan, there is a catastrophe in the dungeon, the dead corpse has reawakened, attacked people and animals, and has been stopped by Aung San with violence, and I also ask the master to dispel evil with pure qi and purify this land." ”

The monk known as Jushan clasped his hands together, the light in his hands continued to amplify, and with the invasion of light, the gloomy qi shrouded in the prison retreated, and the moaning and plea that lingered in his ears was transformed into a faint Sanskrit sound: "Good, good, the city lord can rest assured, the old monk will handle the things here properly." ”

The light gradually grew, Shen Fei stood in the distance and watched with his own eyes, that little bit of pure and pure light turned from one point to another, until it finally enveloped the entire dungeon, making the voice of the soul moaning in pain turn into a faint Sanskrit sound, deeply wonderful, and couldn't help but admire: "If the teaching of magic is to follow the rules of heaven and earth, and guide the general trend of the world for one's own use; then the magic of Buddhism is to create something out of nothing, to create possibility in the impossible, it is an incredible, magical existence that breaks through imagination, it is really mysterious." ”

Chu Xie, who didn't like to answer his words, probably felt deeply about this, and took the initiative to speak: "The monks are all devout believers, and through constant asceticism and self-abuse, the Buddha has made his mind clear, so as to open up his supernatural powers and gain power. ”

"Indeed, there are many things that the Dharma can do that the Dharma cannot. ”

"That's not necessarily, the Tao can also do a lot of things that the Dharma can't do, and it should be said that both have their own strengths. ”

"Chu Xie, what I said just now made me look at you with admiration. ”

"Does Uncle Ben need to care about other people's attitudes? ”

"Haha, although you do your own thing, you are very real. ”

"There are a few people in the world who don't want to live in the real world, but the reality is cruel. ”

"My God, you can say such philosophical words as Chu Xie, I am really impressed by you. ”

"Less sycophancy. After getting along with Chu Xie for a long time, Shen Fei found that in fact, the man in front of him was not as impersonal as the rumors said, he was domineering and did whatever he wanted. On the contrary, Chu Xie, as an immortal genius, will inevitably be envied and envied by outsiders, so he will do his own thing, be resolute and decisive in the world, and achieve the purpose of protecting himself, he is very smart in nature, and he is also very eager for friendship, and he is not an unkind lone ranger.

Shen Fei looked at Chu Xie with a smile, the feeling this man brought him was completely different from Shao Baiyu, but it had a different taste, and the latter said angrily: "Don't smirk at Uncle Ben, I'm sick to death." ”

As the two spoke, the finishing touches had been completed, and the holy light covered the extreme, and then it was retracted to the size of a fist, and it was retracted into the palm of Master Jushan, and was gently rubbed by the man and turned into nothing.

Looking ahead, the filth of the entire dungeon is gone, replaced by the decadence and dilapidation peculiar to the ruins, and for some reason you can still feel the loneliness of the heart.

Master Jushan pressed down with his palms apart, and exhaled a long breath: "Good, good, the resentment is so deep, it can be seen that the living suffered incomprehensible pain before death, fortunately the old monk arrived in time, otherwise it will cause unimaginable consequences, and there may be **." ”

"Master Jushan is merciful and meritorious, and the people of Qingzhou City of Aung San Qingdai have thanked the master. Aung Sanching respected the other party very much, leaned forward slightly, and arched forward with both hands in fists, and from his performance, it could be seen how high the Buddha's throne was in the human kingdom.

"Accumulating goodness and virtue is a matter within the old monk's responsibility, it is nothing, but it is the city lord of Aung San, the old monk has to ask more, how did such a heavy resentment come about, as the city lord of the empire, don't kill for no reason. ”