A blood-red wooden coffin stood horizontally at the entrance of the village, and there was a strange sound in it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It makes people's scalp tingle.

But at this time, Ji Chen had long been unable to identify how the sharp sound came from.

Is that the sound of fangs shaking?

Or the sound of the sharp nails scraping against the planks?

Only the 'gurgling' sound is real

What is even more certain is that there is a living creature in the bloody coffin!

A cool breeze blew, and blood spattered white silk fluttered in the wind.

A strong smell of blood came from the village.

It made Mu Xiaokui's stomach tumble for a while.

At this moment, there was a sound behind him, Ji Chen blocked Mu Xiaokui behind him, and the thin willow in his hand immediately stabbed away, and a sword qi flew out from the tip of the sword, but it just pounced.

A black shadow flashed by, and it was not real.

"What's that?"

Just as the two of them were tense, a sound came from behind them.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha horn sounded, and the two who were originally nervous didn't care if they were a real monk behind them?

Mu Xiaokui slashed away with the soul chasing sheath in his hand, using the sheath as a blade.

With a flash of golden light, the soul-chasing sheath in Mu Xiaokui's hand seemed to be smashed on a boulder, which shocked Mu Xiaokui's arm and felt numb!

Mu Xiaokui was about to draw a knife and come out, but was stopped by Ji Chen.

"It's you!" Ji Chen said.

A holy little monk in front of him was clasping his hands together, reflecting the moonlight, like jade and gentle.

I don't know if it's an illusion or something else, since the little monk came, the original cold air around him has receded, although there is a chill, but it is not as good as before, making people shudder.

In the original blood coffin, the numbing voice also fell silent.

Mu Xiaokui rubbed her arms and said, "You know?"

Without waiting for Ji Chen to answer, the little monk said lightly: "The donor is my destined person, and the little monk originally wanted to cross the benefactor across the sea of suffering and go to the other side! ”

"Crossing the Sea of Suffering, going to the other side, what is that, becoming a monk?" Mu Xiaokui asked Ji Chen.

Ji Chen said quietly: "Generally speaking, it is to send you to hell and see the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth." ”

Ji Chen's words were not loud, but the little monk's ears were amazing, but he heard it clearly: "But now the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth is already in hell!"

Ji Chen naturally knew what the little monk meant, a few days ago, the vision that covered the sky and the sun, the little monk must have understood more clearly than him.

Ji Chen said: "Isn't it a good thing that the Living Buddha was born and entered the Western Buddha Country?"

The little monk remained silent and said: "The King of the Earth Bodhisattva has not seen the sun for thousands of years, the hell is reincarnated, and the ten thousand laws are extinguished, who can guarantee that the King of the Earth Bodhisattva is as sincere and sincere as he was in front of the Buddha back then?"

The little monk said very calmly, such a big disrespectful word, I don't want a monk who cultivates Buddhism to say it, but after thinking about it, this little monk eats meat and drinks alcohol, and he is not a serious monk, but he is also relieved.

It's a pity that this little monk is serious, but he is the most serious.

The little monk turned around, still clasped his hands together, and said: "The words of the female donor remind the little monk that although the little monk can't cross the donor, he can let the donor enter my Buddha and practice my Dharma." ”

"Really!" Ji Chen said with some excitement.

Mu Xiaokui's eyes widened, and she said, "Do you really want to become a monk?"

Ji Chen's eyes rolled, and he played Xiao Jiujiu, thinking: "What's wrong with being a monk, like this little monk, drinking wine and eating meat, the most important thing is that you can still practice Buddhism, if you can really cultivate Mahayana Buddhism, you won't be so half-......"

The little monk stared at Ji Chen, and said: "The donor has a Buddha fate and a wisdom root, even if he can't enter the Buddha's door, he can cultivate a bodhisattva's heart." If it was before, the little monk must have thought like this. But now, the little monk has found a more suitable one. ”

"More appropriate? here?" Mu Xiaokui was surprised: "I don't even see a figure here, how can it be suitable?"

The little monk didn't speak, but turned around and walked past the blood coffin and entered the village.

As soon as the little monk left, the cold air struck again, Mu Xiaokui snorted and scolded, 'Frozen to death!'

Ji Chen squinted his eyes, and saw that he didn't know when there was a heavy fog behind him, and he couldn't see clearly half a foot away.

The two walked for half an hour, but they still didn't go out, and the fog became bigger and bigger.

The heavy melt can't be opened.

A bloody coffin was still quietly blocking in front of the two.

The dazzling blood red was poured like blood.

Mu Xiaokui took a deep breath and asked, "What the hell? It's like a ghost hitting a wall, what should we do now?" ”

Ji Chen's body shook suddenly, his cold hair stood upright, his arm was on Mu Xiaokui's shoulder, and said, "Let's go!" ”

Mu Xiaokui heard the trembling in Ji Chen's voice, her neck seemed to be stiff, and she didn't dare to turn it.

Mu Xiaokui's brain went blank and walked past the blood coffin.

Suddenly, the "gurgling" sound sounded out of thin air, like a mockery from hell.

The front is like a giant mouth of the abyss, and there is no light to see.

The two faintly heard the blood light behind them make a 'creaking' sound, and the two looked at each other, clearly seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

This sound is clearly the sound of the blood coffin opening!

Suddenly, there was a ghost crying wolf howling behind him, and he crawled out of the underworld.

Strange to say, from the moment the two of them stepped into the village, the ghosts and wolves around them disappeared completely, and their eyes became brighter.

The two of them gasped for air, and the smell of blood was in their mouths.

A long shadow stretched from the front, and Ji Chen raised his sword to point at it, but found that it was the little monk.

Now he can be described as a cup bow and snake shadow, and the grass and trees are all soldiers!

Mu Xiaokui's pale face is heartbreaking.

This has just walked the rivers and lakes, and the little heart is already pounding, not excited, but frightened.

Mu Xiaokui asked, "What did you see?"

Ji Chen shook his head, and only after a long time did he ask the little monk, "That's the Yin Soldier?"

The little monk said: "No! If it is a Yin soldier, even if the Da Luo Immortal comes, it will have to be tossed, and those are just some lonely souls and wild ghosts at best!"

Mu Xiaokui looked at the two of them and said, "What are you talking about? Lonely souls and wild ghosts? Where did the ghosts in this world come from? ”

Ji Chen doesn't care, the sage once said that you should respect ghosts and gods, and the gentleman should be righteous.

But Ji Chen really saw it just now, and the fog actually turned into ghosts and pounced on the blood coffin.

When I entered the village, although the lights were bright, these lights came from the white lanterns.

The weak firelight, like a ghost fire, was cold and terrifying, illuminating the entire village.

At this time, everyone finally found out where the smell of blood came from?

It was from these white lanterns that came from the blood-red word 'Shou' on it, where was it written in cinnabar?

The fog at the entrance of the village did not know when it had permeated the village.

Tossed and rolled, lingering with the white lantern, like silk across her fingers, but Mu Xiaokui did not feel the silky smoothness, but felt as if holding cold ice.

Mu Xiaokui hurriedly leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

The white lantern in front of him swayed in the wind, and the blood-red word 'Shou' pierced the nerves, and a wisp of white mist drilled into the white lantern.

"Rubbing", the originally weak fire in the white lantern turned green at this time, the white lantern turned into a skeleton, and the eyes burned with a blazing green flame.

Mu Xiaokui broke out in a cold sweat behind her back, leaning against the wall tightly, and the skeleton burning with this green flame in her eyes was enlarging little by little—the skeleton rushed over.

The upper and lower jaws of the skeleton were shaking intensively, making a 'clucking' sound.

Mu Xiaokui screamed, actually closed her eyes, and waved the soul chasing sheath in her hand.

After a long time, an arm behind him was on Mu Xiaokui's shoulder, and a cool air was blowing on Mu Xiaokui's neck.

Mu Xiaokui's body was straight and stiff, and she didn't dare to breathe.

"Don't be afraid! that skeleton was scattered by me!" Ji Chen's voice came.

Mu Xiaokui opened her eyes, and sure enough, as Ji Chen said, the white lantern in front of her was cut in half, and the big blood-red word 'longevity' was cut off by the waist, and the green lamp oil inside fell to the ground.

Mu Xiaokui breathed a sigh of relief, but in the blink of an eye, Mu Xiaokui seemed to have discovered something, her eyes were wide, her neck was stiff, and although her right hand was still trembling, she was still holding on to the handle of the knife, and she took a deep breath.

There was a cold snort behind him!

Pale hands, pitch-black knives.

Soul chasing sheath, from now on, it's really going to kill the soul!

No matter how cold this ghost is, it is worse than the evil aura of the soul chasing sheath!

The knife was unsheathed and held in his hand, Mu Xiaokui was suddenly not afraid, and the evil aura on the knife no longer made Mu Xiaokui hate it, and he actually felt warm!

Mu Xiaokui's eyes did not tremble, but there was a trace of anger.

Mu Xiaokui turned around and waved her knife away, scolding in her mouth: "When you are your aunt and grandmother, am I a fool? ”

The moment Mu Xiaokui turned around, she saw a man with a blue face and skin peeling off from his skull like a withered autumn leaf, falling to the ground one by one, shattered. Expose the blood vessels and muscles within the skull. What's even more disgusting is that several maggots actually came out of the muscles, holding their heads high, greedily sniffing the smell of blood in the air.

Mu Xiaokui resisted the urge to vomit, and the pitch-black knife slashed down with the moonlight.

That figure was not low, and rushed straight towards Mu Xiaokui, the pitch-black knife could break gold and jade, not to mention a rotting corpse.

The soul chasing sheath chopped off half of the figure's body, and the body fell to the ground like rotten meat.

Although it fell to the ground, the figure did not stop moving, and according to the figure, one hand actually grabbed Mu Xiaokui's ankle.

Mu Xiaokui's eyes froze, and he waved the knife again, but the hand was hidden in the ground, Mu Xiaokui shouted badly and wanted to retreat.

But she found that her feet were sinking into the ground like that hand, Mu Xiaokui was no longer calm and anxious.

His face was pale, fairer than the white silk that followed the wind.

The cold sweat on his face was more dignified than this fog.

At this moment, ghost hands on the ground reached out of the ground and grabbed Mu Xiaokui.

The hands are yellow and dry, and some are even white bones.

The only thing that is the same is that they are all from hell!

The ghost hand pulled Mu Xiaokui down, and within a moment, half of his body had already sunk into the ground.

At this time, Mu Xiaokui even saw that there was a huge oil pot waiting for him underground, and beside the oil pot, countless little ghosts were cheering.

With a "click", a huge chain wrapped around Mu Xiaokui's neck, and a bloody hand sank down with the chain!

Louder cheers erupted below!