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Chapter 5 Priests

The sudden appearance of the golden light made the giant bone skeleton in the air also suddenly stunned, opposite to the flickering golden light.

Mo Ran wanted to turn his head to look out of the door where the golden light came, but he was sealed next to the Qiankun coffin by the white-haired zombie on his back, unable to move, so he could only helplessly raise his head and stare at the sudden change in the air, the originally dim and dark air was now split in half by red light and golden light, which was very strange.

Suddenly, the blood cloud in the sky above rolled rapidly, and after a brief glance, the giant bone skeleton with a bloody mouth was full of murderous aura, but it did not flinch in the slightest, it still fell from the sky, swooped down, and crashed into the golden light.

The golden light flickering in the air below is also Huo Ran blooming, from small to large, instantly bright, radiating ten thousand rays of light, as dazzling as countless brilliant sunshines, straight into the sky.

The next moment, the golden and red lights collided in the air, and unexpectedly, when the huge blood mouth collided with the brilliant golden light, there was not the slightest sound, nor did there be any expected earth-shattering scene.

The golden light in the sky suddenly turned around, gathering back from all directions, and in the golden light, a magic weapon in the shape of a disc golden wheel slowly flew back to the gate of Yizhuang, and the blood cloud that was originally sweeping the sky and the ground suddenly became smaller, gradually shrinking into seven skeletons with white bones, gathering in front of the corpse of the cloth-clothed woman.

The poignant night sky returned to a deathly silence.

The mad old man and the cloth-clothed female corpse looked out of the door where the golden light had withdrawn at the same time.

A dry hand gently pushed open the crumbling door panel, the white shadow flashed, and a young monk with white skin and bright eyes in a moon-white robe pushed the door in, standing in the courtyard, smiling back and forth at the crazy old man and Mo Ran who was stiff on the ground, and suddenly with a wave of his dry hand, a golden light shot towards Mo Ran, unlocking the ban on Mo Ran's body.

"Thank you seniors for helping!"

Mo Ran struggled to stand up, staggered to the young monk in the moon-white robe, and then sat cross-legged on the ground to recuperate. The breath in Mo Ran's body was running extremely fast, and he only felt that his weak body was gradually recovering, and there was a faint Buddha power flowing through his body.

The young monk nodded slightly, turned his gaze, and looked at the cloth-clothed female corpse above the ancient mansion, with a hint of surprise and doubt in his eyes, and recited the Buddha's mantra in his mouth, and said, "Amitabha!

A hoarse voice came from the belly of the cloth-clothed woman's corpse, and said, "Who are you, dare to meddle with my affairs?"

The young monk didn't answer, looking at the bulging lower abdomen of the cloth-clothed female corpse, and his face suddenly became angry: "The benefactor must have harmed countless innocent people by cultivating such evil arts, right?

The voice in the female corpse's belly snorted, and her words were disdainful, and said: "Your Buddha is merciful, that is your Buddha, what does it have to do with the old student." Don't say much about the old bald donkey, if you know each other, leave quickly, don't get into trouble because of idle things!"

When the young monk heard the words "old bald donkey", he immediately frowned, and his face was full of anger. He was born with a narrow heart, and his eyes will be repaid, even if he later became a monk and entered the Buddha, he has not changed, and other disciples who have entered the Buddha are completely different, and he hates others to call him "bald donkey" the most on weekdays, not to mention that he is young next year, but this demon scolds himself for being an old bald donkey, which is really hateful, and he does not care about the number of etiquette at the moment, and puts his palms together and says: "Amitabha, although the monks are merciful, but the little monk must not watch this old and young man be poisoned by your evil hands." ”

Mo Ran meditated quietly, listening to the conversation between the young monk and the female corpse, his heart suddenly became hot, he put his heart at ease, and looked at the young monk gratefully, and his determination to become stronger was even stronger, and he accelerated his speed to fuse the Buddha power in his body.

The crazy old man, who had been standing aside without speaking, suddenly spoke, and said: "Exactly, the master's compassion, the old man is grateful, but the old man has been in poor health recently, and he was injured by this demon and evil thing just now, I'm afraid I can't help the master." To subdue this demon, it depends on the master's supernatural powers, and the old man is still here to recuperate his breath, master, please!"

After that, the crazy old man smiled flatteringly, leaned on the courtyard wall, and put on a look that I couldn't beat this demon, but I just gave you this opportunity when I was unwell.

The young monk looked at the crazy old man's actions, shook his head with a wry smile, and said to the cloth-clothed female corpse in the air: "Demon, surrender quickly, and you can avoid the pain of skin and flesh." ”

The voice in the belly of the woman's corpse said angrily: "What a thief, you are looking for death." ”

With the words of the strange voice, the hands of the original cloth-clothed female corpse rose, and the seven blood-red skeletons that had been hovering in front of the cloth-clothed woman's corpse flashed in the air, turning into a pool of blood-colored powder, and gradually fused with a piece of bloodstone in the cloth-clothed woman's hand into a blood-red bell.

"Jingle ......" bell made a crisp sound, spreading to the endless night sky, and when the bell passed through some empty houses, it reverberated one after another, and around this small village, the roar was loud and the corpse was vigorous.

"'Summoning corpse bell!'" The young monk's face suddenly showed an angry expression: "Demon, you dare to cultivate such an evil thing that has lost its conscience and harmed the world, and the little monk will not spare you today." ”

The voice in the belly of the female corpse laughed, but did not answer, only heard a whistling, the blood-red bell red mang, enveloped the entire Yizhuang, and then dispersed to the surrounding of the town, the whole Yizhuang suddenly smelled of corpses, countless zombies jumped out from the corners in all directions, waving their claws and fangs to run towards the young monk, a roar resounded through the sky, and it was shocking to hear.

Unlike the white-haired zombies and green-haired zombies that sealed Mo Ran before, the hair of these zombies that rushed towards the young monk has faded, most of them are purple, and some of them will glide through the air.

The sky-high corpse qi made Mo Ran dizzy and almost wanted to vomit. He has followed the mad old man to steal the corpse for many years, and he has been in contact with the corpse more times than he has been practicing for a longer time, but when he smells this corpse that rushes to the sky, he is also extremely unbearable, covering his mouth and looking at it, but the crazy old man is not impressed by the corpse, and sits on the ground with his back against the courtyard wall, with a gloating smile on his face, and he is extremely villainous.

The young monk's face was melancholy, and he didn't know how to defend for a while, with his cultivation, it was not a problem to deal with a few zombies, the key is that the number of zombies is really amazing, listen carefully, it seems that there are endless zombies coming from all directions of the town.

What a chore this trip!

Sighing, the young monk sacrificed the magic weapon in the shape of the disc golden wheel, the left hand in front of the void to draw a circle, one hand knotted the lion seal of the Buddha Gate, five fingers flexed and stretched, the fingertips faintly emitted golden light, in a moment has been in front of him to conjure a golden wheel, the golden light is brilliant, and the whole golden disc gold wheel echoes each other.

The golden wheel of light and the golden wheel of the disc are instantly compatible, only to see the golden edge of the disc with a diameter of one foot square, the golden light is the most prosperous, and a circle of patterns suddenly appears, it turns out to be engraved with the golden body of the Arhats, around a circle, and the Buddha is also engraved in the middle, the single palm is closed, the true body of all living beings is compassionate and solemn.

The first few purple zombies to get close to them waved their claws and slashed at the young monk, emitting a purple aura, and the young monk's face turned purple, and the originally white skin turned the color of pig liver.

The young monk clasped one hand together, chanted the Buddha in a low voice, and threw the golden Dharma wheel in his other hand outward, the golden Dharma wheel flashed with golden light and hit the zombie group that rushed wildly, and several zombies who rushed to the front were hit by the solemn golden light of the golden wheel, and all wailed and flew back upside down, and the golden wheel swirled in a circle, and then flew back to the young monk's side, suspended above the young monk's head.

The surrounding zombies saw that the first kind of people were reversed by the rebound of the golden light, paused slightly, and then erupted into a fierce roar, and rushed towards the young monk even more frantically.

The young monk glanced at the crazy old man who pretended to breathe in the corner, and then looked at Mo Ran, who was guarding the coffin of Qiankun, frowned, then closed his eyes and closed his eyes, and quickly chanted the Buddha's mantra in his mouth, light and fast, like a song but not a song, like a word.

The golden wheel suspended above the young monk's head slowly rotated, emitting ten thousand golden lights, falling from the top of his head to all sides, gradually forming a golden bell with the young monk as the center.

As the voice of chanting Buddha in the mouth of the young monk accelerated, the rotating golden wheel gradually rose, and the light of the golden cover gradually expanded, covering the crazy old mad and Mo Ran in the golden cover, and the zombies that rushed wildly were shocked back one by one by the expanding golden light, until the golden light shrouded the entire Yizhuang in the golden bell jar, and the diffused golden light gradually disappeared.

Mo Ran was fascinated, what a magical power this was, he actually protected the entire Yizhuang in a huge golden bell jar, no matter how a huge number of zombies hit, he couldn't step into the bell in the slightest. 、

For a while, the battle was deadlocked.

Seeing the golden light bell jar formed by the golden Falun and the large number of besieging zombies in this stalemate, Mo Ran couldn't help but admire this young monk in his heart. Looking at his age, he can't be a few years older than himself, but his cultivation is so profound. Look at yourself again, since following the mad old man wandering the rivers and lakes, stepping into the road of traveling while stealing corpses and practicing, his body has become weaker and weaker, and he can still increase his cultivation in the past, but now no matter how he cultivates the spiritual mind taught by the mad old man, not only has the Tao not grown, but there are faint signs of regression.

Isn't this old man a cult person? Or is there something flawed in his mind-breaking method?

Mo Ran looked at the crazy old man who was pretending to breathe in the corner with strange eyes, and the crazy old man looked at Mo Ran's gaze, half loudly, and scolded with a weak heart: "Stinky boy, what do you see? Haven't you never seen the old man use his magic power to breathe and use a look of envy? Do you want the old man to point you and make your spiritual method go to the next level?"

Mo Ran snorted softly and stopped looking at the crazy old man. The spiritual mind, when you hear this name, you don't have to be very serious, let alone be driven by this crazy old man to deal with corpses all day long. Although it is thrilling and exciting, it makes the smell of corpses all over the body, and if the cultivation can grow, it will be evil.

As soon as he thought of these past events, Mo Ran felt depressed in his heart. After all, following the crazy old man is not something you can control. Mo Ran shook his head helplessly, and his gaze turned to the cloth-clothed female corpse in the air.

High in the air, the cloth-clothed female corpse who drove the magic weapon of the "corpse bell" silently watched the zombies she summoned constantly collide with the golden bell jar, and seemed to admire the bell jar formed, and then turned her eyes to the golden magic theory suspended above Yizhuang, and watched for a long time.

The young monk was smiling, quite confident in his condensed golden bell jar, and was about to open his mouth to persuade the demon to surrender quickly, when the cloth-clothed female corpse suspended in the air suddenly shook her whole body, and her high bulging abdomen squirmed strangely.

Under the surprised gaze of Mo Ran, the crazy old man and the young monk, a heart-rending cry of pain came from the wriggling belly of the female corpse, and then a large mouth opened on the black and green belly of the female corpse, and a small hand with blood-red skin but delicate and smooth stretched out.