Chapter 67 There is a demon in the temple

After a while, the old monk came back without buying anything on him.

Ma Zheng whispered to Zen: "It is this monk. ”

Zen nodded, indicating that he understood, this deep mountain Zen temple, has been a hundred years without monks, occupied by demons, so that the people who enter the temple are dead, no wonder the temple is full of ghosts, and the resentment is very heavy.

The old monk stepped forward and said to Ma Zheng with a face full of pain: "I'm really sorry! Master Ma, your servant, has fled after stealing the poor monk's silver." ”

It is precisely because people do not hurt the tiger, and the tiger harms people's hearts, so why is Ma Zheng's servant?

When Ma Zheng heard this, he resisted the urge of grief and pretended to be angry: "This is really hateful!"

The old monk said, "Isn't it!" After that, he looked at Zen and asked, "Who is this?"

Zen clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the little monk is a monk who walks on his feet, and hopes to borrow the treasure temple for a night." ”

At this time, Zen has already hidden the cultivation of the whole body, just like a mortal, he does not leak his color, and he really can't see the difference. The tiger spirit thought that he was a mortal for Zen, and when he saw his appearance full of aura, he was immediately overjoyed, and said very eagerly: "Yes, the monk came to the small temple, and he was full of brilliance." ”

It was late, and the old monk wanted to invite them to live in the monk's room, but the two liked to live in the hall. The fake monk who had changed into a tiger spirit was helpless, so he warned them: "It's okay to live here, but you have to beware of robbers, and it's best not to open the back window." ”

The two nodded yes, but they were disgusted in their hearts, deep mountains and wilderness, inaccessible, anti-robbers?

There's a chicken feather here!

At night they bolted the door tightly and watched the movement outside.

Liao Chan instructed Ma Zheng: "Be careful, there is a lot of evil spirit here. ”

So the two of them waited quietly, and in the middle of the night a thick black wind blew by, and a tiger jumped into the yard, only to hear a wild scream, a loud bang, and a fierce tiger crashed in from outside the door.

The tiger really came to hit the door, but he didn't want to wait for the rabbit, only to listen to the sound of "whoosh", accompanied by a strong wind, a positive peach wood cone attacked, right in the tiger's heart. I saw the tiger jumping up violently, roaring loudly, the scream shook the window, and then the black wind around the tiger's body twisted for a while, turning into a ghost, and pounced on Zen and Ma Zheng with teeth and claws, and said with a hideous face: "Who wants to kill our king! Who wants to kill our king!" The hatred that came out of the voice seemed to be the hatred of killing the father, and he was very angry.

Ma Zheng couldn't help but be furious when he heard this, and he scolded sharply: "You ghosts! I don't know how to do it, you died in the mouth of the tiger, and you are still obsessed with it, and you are still an accomplice of the tiger, which is really infuriating!"

Seeing these ghosts pounce, Zen stretched out his hand and shook it, a long horse like a flame, burning towards the ghosts, until they burned clean, the tiger saw that the situation was not good, roared unwillingly, turned his head and quickly escaped, where can Zen let him escape?

At the moment, Zen hurriedly chased out, chased to the front hall, there is a soap sculpture here that was alarmed, grabbed the door and flew away; chased to the middle hall, there is no abnormality; this tiger is very familiar with this temple, naturally it is a turn and eight, and continue to chase, then enter the Buddhist pavilion, look around and do not see anything, suddenly the red mist is everywhere, at that time a dizziness, the sky is spinning and dizzy, the Zen brain is dizzy and is about to lie down.

Suddenly, Zen secretly screamed badly, almost caught the way, hurriedly ran Xuangong, held his breath, and immediately felt that his consciousness was abnormal. But the red mist still did not disappear, and he knew that this place must not be a good place, and there must be some danger lurking in the tiger.

Zen looked around vigilantly, and suddenly heard a sharp strange sound coming from the Buddha Pavilion, as if someone was shouting himself, Zen Zhi Langdao walked in the deep mountains and rivers, such as hearing a strange voice calling the name, do not agree, because there may be a particularly vicious monster lurking. Otherwise, if you feel the qi and machine, you will be caught up by it and be poisoned. It was because Zen never dared to agree, so he stood there and paid attention to the movements around him, and he didn't chase the tiger spirit anymore, but waited quietly for the vicious monster to prevent it from secretly poisoning it.

Zen did not move, and then flew out of a colorful mist, facing the Zen cover, before approaching, he smelled a strange smell, and at the moment it made Zen suddenly feel a headache that could not be suppressed.

At this time, there was a big scorpion, stupidly descending from the board, about seven or eight feet long, and red mist erupted from its mouth, and its voice was like a child's cry. It is shaped like a lute, and its abdomen is full of short feet, and there are two double chelae in the front and back, and on each double chela, there are many barbed spines of a foot long, and the green light is emitted on them. The mouth is pointed and pointed, the eyes shine red, and the mouth can breathe fire and multicolored mist. The protruding part forms a tail spur, which is held high, like a high-raised war knife, covered in steel scales and iron bones, and it is talented at a glance.

This thing is a hundred-year-old scorpion, and within five or six miles of it, I heard its cry, and whoever heard it seemed as if their relatives were calling their names.

There are not only demons in this temple, but there are too many demons. Obediently rumbling hole, as soon as this big scorpion came out, it was immediately full of demonic energy, high-end atmosphere and high-grade aura, bullish coaxing, at a glance it was different from ordinary demonic energy, Zen was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect it to be so poisonous here, he thought that the monster was powerful, so he was startled back by it, and hurriedly escaped from the Buddha Pavilion.

As soon as Zen exited the Buddha Pavilion, the tiger spirit had already fled, and then Xiaoqing reported the big scorpion in detail, but the toxicity of this thing is that even Xiaoqing is a poisonous snake to be afraid of three points, but this poison is strong and strong, but there is a weakness that is also very prominent.

This scorpion only has a white mass on its chest, it is its heart, it is its death hole, but this thing is the most spiritual of all poisons, if it can't be killed with one blow, as soon as the scorpion is injured, it knows that it is invincible, so it will turn into the wind and escape, hiding in the crypt so that people can't follow it.

Zen learned that this thing is thin with the soles of the feet, and the conceit can cut it off, so he entered the Buddha Pavilion, and the big scorpion that entered the Buddha Pavilion again was gone, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual in it, but it suddenly shrouded in a colorful mist and thick smoke, and it descended upwards, like auspicious clouds, and the Buddha light was blooming, and the colorful inside the Buddha Pavilion was very good-looking. The big scorpion learned the lesson of the last time, and did not take action immediately, but released more poisonous gas and demon mist, and suddenly the Buddha Pavilion seemed to be steaming clouds and blue clouds, such as layers of silk cage color, five colors change, gorgeous and colorful, charming eyes, beautiful very, hazy and dreamy scenes, as if heaven and earth.

At this time, Zen heard two more rolling sounds in his ears, and Zen's heart moved, knowing that the big scorpion was close, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he quickly wiped his eyes with his true qi, and looked into the distance, and saw a pair of green stars in the dark fog, the size of a wine cup, in the five-colored smoke, faintly flashing, green flashing, and the light waves wanted to live.

The big scorpion took advantage of the poisonous fog to cover, and slowly approached Zen, and when he got closer, Zen suddenly made a move, and a peach wood cone was inserted into the scorpion's chest and nailed it to death.