The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 324: Evil Fight, Tomb of the Living Dead

"Dashachun, there's no cure, this person is dead!"

Under the constant urging of the fat man, the thin man stepped forward to feel the pulse of the corpse, and sure enough, he couldn't feel even a trace of a pulse.

"Besides, I always feel that something is wrong with this corpse. It is too weird to be in the wilderness. Let's go find a treasure that can control the miasma!"

The thin man looked at the handsome face of the corpse and felt sorry for it.

He had such a good-looking appearance, no worse than Mr. Meng who taught in the south of the city, but he died here. If he had such a good-looking appearance, he would not have been almost thirty years old and still unmarried.

When the fat man heard this, his eyes dimmed and revealed a hint of sadness.

Although he was a stranger, he was kind-hearted and still felt sad.

"Little monkey, have you forgotten what Mr. Meng taught us before?"

"If we can't save him, let's bury him, so that he won't be eaten by wild beasts after he dies..."

The thin man quickly shook his head and said, "Dashachun, aren't you going to save your wife?"

"My wife wants to save people and bury them. If you don't do it, I'll do it alone!"

As he spoke, the fat man stood up and began to dig with his hands without saying a word. Although the soil was soft after being washed by the heavy rain, it was still very difficult to dig a hole with his fingers.

But the fat man just kept digging, and didn't say a word even though his fingers were sore.

Seeing this, the thin man could only smile helplessly, then sighed, took out the medicine shovel he had prepared before going up the mountain, and said, "Use this."

The fat man then revealed a simple and honest smile.

The two men started digging together, and soon they dug a pit under the locust tree that was big enough to accommodate a person. They lifted the body together and prepared to put it into the pit.

But at this moment, several talismans fell from Zhang Jiuyang's sleeves.

They are one Five Thunder Talisman and two Fire Talismans of Master Sa.

"Wait a moment!"

The thin man's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the two talismans, saying excitedly: "These seem to be Taoist talismans. I don't know if they are real. Let's put them away quickly!"

In this terrifying Guifei Ridge, it would be great if I could have a Taoist talisman to protect myself.

The fat man quickly shook his head and said, "It's not ours, we can't take it!"

The thin man forced one on him and said, "We are not taking property, but the talisman that he dropped. It won't be a problem."

The fat man wanted to say something, but he was glared at by him.

"Dashachun, Guifei Ridge is so dangerous, we came here late at night. If anything happens, who can save your wife?"

After hearing this, the fat man shut up.

The two men carried the body into the pit and began to fill it with soil.

The wet mud fell on Zhang Jiuyang's face, submerging his figure bit by bit.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but during the burial process, the thin man saw that the gold belt and the wooden hairpin on the corpse seemed to tremble slightly, but returned to normal the next moment.

It's really weird everywhere.

……

In the miasma, a figure was trembling constantly, her black hair was wet and she was filled with murderous aura, and what she did was even more horrifying.

I saw that she was holding a coffin nail in one hand, with the tip of the nail pointed at her forehead, and in the other hand she was holding a hammer and hammering at the nail continuously.

With every blow, the coffin nail pierced a little deeper between her eyebrows, and black blood continued to seep out, wetting her black hair and dress, and flowing all over her face.

But those eyes were still cold, and even showed a hint of a triumphant sneer. Ding! Ding! Ding!
As the hammer continued to hit, the coffin nails pierced deeply into her brow bone, and blood flowed onto the two "toys" made of sedge placed in front of her.

They are a rope and a small sword.

As the rope and the small sword were gradually soaked with blood, Zhang Jiuyang's Dragon Binding Rope and Evil-Slaying Sword seemed to have their spirituality contaminated by filth and became dim.

So much so that when the fat man and the thin man were burying him, the magic weapon was unable to protect its master in time.

Looking at the mysterious Taoist being buried bit by bit in the ground in the distance, although she was bleeding from all seven orifices and her vitality was seriously damaged, she revealed a hint of excitement in her smile.

This was a battle between the two of them, and now it seems that she won in the end.

The previous attempts allowed her to roughly understand the Taoist's background and know that he was seriously injured. The two magic weapons were very fierce and a head-on fight would easily result in both sides suffering losses.

After seeing the two people coming to the mountains to look for medicine, she set up a trap.

First, the two people were forced here by the miasma. When they saw the dying Taoist priest, they found that these two people were kind-hearted. There was not a trace of black air on their bodies. Instead, they were filled with auspicious aura, which showed that they had done a lot of good deeds in their daily lives.

The big-nosed people are the most hypocritical, and you will never be able to do anything to them.

As expected, after sensing the two people approaching, the two powerful magic weapons did not take action immediately, but waited and watched.

When the fat man proposed to bury the Taoist priest, she knew her chance had come.

Through previous observations, she found that the Taoist was regulating his breathing and recuperating under the locust tree, as if he was practicing a very advanced method. He seemed to be neither asleep nor awake, and only breathed once every half hour.

In that case, I will bury you alive and break your skills, so you won’t be able to heal your wounds!
For this purpose, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her cultivation and used magic to forcibly suppress the two magic weapons.

She staggered to her feet, a trace of regret flashing in her eyes. Just by briefly suppressing the spiritual power of the two magic weapons, she had actually wasted thirty years of her cultivation!
This was when the opponent was seriously injured and there was no one to use the magic weapon.

Calculating the time, my thirty years of Taoist practice should only be enough to suppress it for about three days. Within three days, I hope to suffocate this stinky Taoist priest to death underground!
She was extremely cautious about this mysterious Taoist priest who descended from the sky.

The other party's cultivation was far superior to hers. Even in a state of serious injury and dying, she could still feel a sense of crisis she had never felt before.

So it’s never too cautious!

Although a lot of my cultivation was lost this time, I believe it is all worth it. Once this terrible Taoist dies, I can swallow his golden elixir and soul, thereby greatly increasing my cultivation!
And those two magic weapons that make her hate and love them will eventually become hers!

……

"Master, we have limited time, so we can only dig a simple grave for you. Please don't mind, and don't ask us to come to you in your dreams..."

The thin man knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed to the small mound, and muttered to himself.

The fat man looked ashamed and opened his mouth several times but couldn't say a word.

Although he buried the Taoist priest, he took his talisman, which made him, who was honest by nature, extremely ashamed. However, when he thought of his seriously ill wife at home, he could not throw away the talisman in his hand no matter what.

"Master, when I save my wife, I will work two more jobs and save enough money to build you a luxurious tomb. I will burn paper for you every year..."

The fat man kowtowed repeatedly, his head hitting the ground with a bang.

"Huh? There seem to be two strange kitchen knives here?"

The thin man suddenly saw the pink kitchen knife left by Ali. It had been washed away by heavy rain and buried in the soil. Now it was exposed again as the two men dug.

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and then his whole body shuddered.

A chill that penetrated deep into his bones surged into his body, making him shiver. He threw away his two swords in an instant.

"It's weird, it's really too weird!"

"Dashachun, the miasma has dissipated, let's go!"

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(End of this chapter)