Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

"Chicodo, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicodo Prajna Samoyed."

Sitting on a branch with a rotten egg in his hand, Ji Que heard clearly the incantations of the Fenglian Sect for the first time.

In the streets and alleys, all the members of the Fenglian Sect were wearing black robes, reciting scriptures, and at the same time sprinkled yellow paper to pollute the environment.

They are tall and short, fat and thin, with pale faces, and they look like walking dead.

In the middle of the team, a black chariot was pulled by four skinny congregants.

The chariot was thick and big, it looked like a huge black coffin, but the congregation pulling the chariot was thin and tall, like a bamboo pole.

The rope pulling the cart got stuck in their flesh and blood, and Ji Que always had the illusion that the powerful rope would tear their bodies apart.

Behind the black team, there were people in various clothes following, step by step. Naturally, they were the people newly bewitched by the Fenglian Sect this time.

Ji Que roughly counted, and nearly a hundred people have already been tricked.

Fenglianjiao has such a big appetite this time?

He remembered that in the past, the Fenglian Sect would take dozens of people away in one night, but this time it just arrived in Yuhua Lane, and it was like this.

It is audible to the naked ear, and the missionary voice this time is also much louder than before.

To be honest, Ji Que is still a little nervous about attacking Fenglian Sect tonight.

After all, Fenglian Sect is more evil.

But he was just nervous.

What's more, his heart beat faster and excited, just like the first time he knocked over a ruffian with a brick.

Men are born with adventurous and violent genes, and Ji Que is the same.

He had even grown accustomed to the thrill, with his bad luck, or it would have created a sickly void.

Now, here comes the excitement!

Bang Bang Bang

Neighbors in Yuhua Lane opened their doors one after another, and Ji Que saw Boss Zhang at the tofu stall at a glance, but he didn't expect that the other party was the first to fall in the alley.

I'm going to eat sweet tofu nao tomorrow morning.

With a flick of Ji Que's hand, a rotten egg flew down with a bang, hit Boss Zhang's neck, and bloomed.

Boss Zhang, who had been in a daze, woke up suddenly, only feeling a stench coming into his nostrils, and couldn't help but want to vomit.

He quickly realized something was wrong, covered his mouth, and rushed back into the house.

The team of Fenglian Sect continued to move forward, and the congregants were like walking corpses, and they didn't notice this wave at all.

Just when Ji Que was about to continue throwing rotten eggs, there was a sudden sound of wooden fish.

The sound of the wooden fish penetrated the chanting of the Fenglian Sect, so clearly that the entire team of the Fenglian Sect came to a standstill.

Some people stood there dumbly, their eyes still chaotic, but they didn't continue to follow.

Have a master?

Ji Que followed Muyu's prestige and found a "light bulb" in the dark Yuhua Lane.

Under the moonlight, a bald old monk walked over while beating the wooden fish and reciting scriptures.

He was dressed in a white monk's robe, and with that flowing white beard, he looked like a master.

At this time, a deep man's voice came from the chariot - "Monk, why are you blocking our way?".

The old monk continued to knock on the wooden fish, and said: "Your religion has taken away too many innocent people, and it cannot continue."

The voice in the chariot floated again—"You old bone, can you stop it?".

The old monk stroked his beard, his clothes shook, revealing the huge one-eyed green dragon on his shoulders, and replied: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

At this moment, Ji Que felt stable.

This monk's mind, temperament, conversation, even tattoos and appearance are all standard configurations of eminent monks.

The next moment, the black lotus on the chariot was lifted, revealing two figures of a man and a woman.

This was the first time Ji Que had the opportunity to watch the fights of masters, so he couldn't help but concentrate.

He has never had a clear understanding of his own strength, and can only prove through constant misfortune that he is very durable and capable of fighting in this area of ​​Sangshui County, but it is only limited to the gangsters and strongmen.

As for the few well-known martial arts masters in the county, he has gone to verify them. For example, the seventy-five-year-old "Old Tan Leg" Uncle Tan, and the seventy-eight-year-old "Peach Boxing" Mr. Li are basically not his. opponent.

But now that he has the blessing of Taijiquan, his skill has improved to a higher level, so it is even more uncertain.

With this observation, he can probably get a little idea of ​​himself and the Fenglian Sect, and then determine the combat strategy.

The Fenglian Sect must die, whether it is gradually consumed by him using guerrilla warfare to fight secretly, or by him recklessly, depends on the opponent's ability.

Of course, it is very likely that the Fenglian Sect will be overthrown by the old monk tonight.

Because Ji Que had never seen such a mighty monk, especially with the lifelike green dragon on his shoulder, it felt like Fa Hai was reincarnated.

"Chicodo, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicodo Prajna Samoyed."

On the chariot, the two men in black robes from the Fenglian Sect spoke at the same time.

The sound was like thunder, I don't know how many times stronger than the previous preaching, and it immediately suppressed the sound of the monk's wooden fish.

The people and congregation who were already motionless shook their bodies and followed directly, even showing a strange smile on their faces.

At this time, people in several nearby streets and alleys kept opening the doors, walking towards this side like walking corpses.

The great monk shouted loudly, the wooden fish knocked louder, and the Buddha's voice became louder.

But as he grows bigger, the voices of the two men in black robes are even thicker, as if a Buddha is one foot taller and a demon is one foot taller.

But Ji Que didn't panic at all, this eminent monk didn't know how many backers he had.

As a result, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he raised his head, his seven orifices began to bleed.

Ji Que was taken aback, and secretly said: "No way?"

Ji Que did not expect the monk's hip pull suddenly.

This seemingly unfathomable old monk seemed to really have no back hand. At this time, he was half kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as if he was dying.

Ji Que knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Wait any longer and this monk will really go to hell.

Without any hesitation, the two rotten eggs in the basket flew out, slid out of two brisk arcs, and smashed into the mouths of the two men in black robes who were reciting spells on the chariot.

The strange magic sound became indistinct, and then stopped abruptly.

"what!"

"It stinks!"

"Smelly monk, play dirty!"

Immediately afterwards, there were two violent vomiting sounds.

Seeing this, the old monk quickly wiped away the blood and tears, and frantically beat the wooden fish.

As a result, the originally grim-faced common people regained a little clarity, showing a dazed expression.

who I am? Where do I come from? Where are you going?

"Feng, Fenglian Cult? Run!"

Those who reacted quickly found that they were actually in the team of the Fenglian Sect, and ran back quickly.

The two masters of Fenglian sect on the chariot were also amazing. With luck, they sucked the water from the nearby ditch into their mouths, and after a loud drink, they sprayed the water out like a water gun.

The next moment, the magic sound played again.

"Chicodo, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicodo Prajna Samoyed."

The people who had escaped halfway trembled for a moment, and came over like walking dead.

Without hesitation, Ji Que threw two more rotten eggs, and then there were two crackling sounds of rotten eggs breaking in his mouth, and the magic sound stopped abruptly again.

The dull-faced people regained a little clarity, showing a dazed expression.

who I am? Where do I come from? Where are you going?

"Feng, Fenglian Cult? Run!"

Those who reacted quickly found that they were actually in the team of the Fenglian Sect, and ran home scrambling.

"Wow!"

The master of the Fenglian sect on the left vomited, and after slapping the monk and the wooden fish away with his palm, he frantically sucked water and rinsed his mouth, while looking at the maple tree behind him, he shouted: "There are masters!"

Almost at the same time, the two black-robed men rushed towards the maple tree where Ji Que was while sucking water and rinsing their mouths, as fast as lightning!