I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 24 This is the power of the community
Master Zang Zhen's gaze fell on the face of the gambler Ke. He had some impression of this man. He seemed to be a gambler who didn't even want a home. In order to ask the immortal to save his family, he promised to exchange anything, including his wife and daughter. He didn't expect that he would make such an interesting request today!

He was about to ask for details.

Suddenly, there was a gust of cold wind in the temple.

The black veil covering the shrine was automatically lifted, and a foul smell filled the place. Master Zangzhen's body stiffened, and he raised his head and chest. He made a hand seal pointing to the sky with his right hand, and his eyes were dark. He walked in front of Lan Du Ke and spoke from a condescending angle: "Believer, what do you want?"

The tone was extremely sharp, like the sound of a tape being sped up.

The immortal appears!

The believers all lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Gambler Ke was extremely excited. He had seen the immortal appear in front of other believers several times before. He never thought that it would finally be his turn. He hurriedly repeated, "I want to make a huge profit in the casino. I want the person who bullied me the night before to die an ugly and painful death!"

Haha ...

interesting!
Master Zangzhen smiled strangely. He could sense how strong the desire in Lad Du Ke's heart was at this moment. He put his left hand on his head and said, "Believer, I already know your request, but... everything must be paid back!"

The gambler Ke felt that the world was spinning, and everything in front of him became blurry. He seemed to be in a soft cloud layer, and there were countless palaces in the distance. Could this be the fairyland? His whole body and mind were extremely comfortable, and he said with an extremely enjoyable expression on his face: "Also, as long as the immortal can satisfy my wishes, I will take whatever I want!"

The circles around Master Zang Zhen's eyes became darker and darker, and even a drop of black saliva oozed from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the gambler Ke as if he was looking at a delicious dish, and he couldn't suppress his desire!
He couldn't help it!
Noisy!
Master Zang Zhen opened his mouth and bit Lan Du Ke's neck, greedily absorbing his blood.

Despite such a horrifying scene, none of the believers at the scene showed any fear. Instead, they all looked envious, and some even expected to be the next person favored by the immortal.

They kowtowed frantically: "God, be merciful. All living beings suffer. We are bound by blood and flesh. We will abandon the mortal world and ascend together!"

"Ascend!"

"Ascend!"

"Ascend!"

Bang! The wooden door in the yard was violently kicked open, and more than twenty sturdy men in black suits ran in. The man walking in front was the leader who got the invitation from Tietou Ye during the day.

The leader held the torn invitation in his hand and saw the horrifying scene in the temple as soon as he opened his eyes. He immediately became furious: "Damn it! The Sanhu Gang does everything, including prostitution, gambling fraud, and kidnapping, but they have never done anything this evil!"

The fortune teller came out of the temple with a few believers and said gloomily, "Who are you? Don't you know that this is the Wanying Palace where the immortals came? You have disturbed the immortals' peace. Aren't you afraid of disaster?"

The leader sneered and said, "Gan Linliang, if the Immortal is so powerful, why don't you just cast a curse to kill our boss? Why do you need to hire a killer to kill someone with a pistol? Lin Bei will tear down your shitty 卐应宫 tonight, smash your statue, and kill all of you evil things!"

The interpreter's eyes twitched and he became a little panicked.

The leader took a steel pipe from his younger brother, took two quick steps, and smashed it hard on the head of the person who interpreted the fortune: "Lin Bei doesn't dare? Did you bring so many people here to perform for you?"

He took action.

More than 20 young men rushed into the temple with steel pipes in their hands and smashed anyone they saw!

The leader came to destroy the evil temple, of course, not really for revenge of Tietou Ye. Now that the boss is dead, everyone will naturally be eyeing that position. When the time comes to judge the merits and feelings, wouldn't he, the hall master who rushed out first to avenge the boss, have more advantages!

bang bang bang!
These believers wanted to resist, but no one who came to worship God would bring weapons, so they were immediately beaten up by these gang members!
Master Zang Zhen had blood all over his mouth. He looked up with gloom in his eyes. He said word by word: "If you anger this immortal, you will all... Bang!" Before he could finish his words, he was hit on the cheek by a steel pipe with such force that his face was disfigured and his jaw was dislocated and could not close... Ah?
what! ! !
These ants!

brute!

Master Zang Zhen shook his chin, blood gushing from all his orifices, and uttered two words hoarsely from his throat: "How insolent!"

The leader laughed. He was still able to speak even with a dislocated joint. He was a tough guy. He dragged the steel pipe into the temple and smashed Master Zangzhen's head madly, shouting, "Who are you talking about? Are you talking about me? I think you are the presumptuous one. Don't think of getting out alive today!" The steel pipe hit him hard every time. The sound of "dong" falling on his head was a good sign.

The fortune teller was already lying on the ground with blood all over his face. He wanted to get up and help, but he couldn't even draw a spell because his finger was broken by someone...

A cold aura emanated from Master Zang Zhen, like a powerful 360-degree air cooler, and he roared, "I want all of you to die here!"

The candle flames on the incense table suddenly jumped up, like a fire snake crawling on the ground. Wherever it went, the believers rolled their eyes and fell to the ground with bloodless skin. Master Zang Zhen's skin became whiter and whiter, as if he had scraped off several layers of putty. Black blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and his long hair moved without wind...

The leader staggered back several steps before he realized that he had met a real "good brother", a ghost!

Feeling frightened, he turned around and was about to leave.

Master Zang Zhen's bones crackled all over his body, and he jumped into the air, suddenly jumped down and pinned the leader down, pinching his neck tightly with both hands, shaking his chin and laughing strangely: "How dare a mortal... offend the immortal..."

In the noisy environment, I could vaguely hear someone chanting: "Om dare du dare du dare saha!"

Phew!

what?
He looked down and saw a golden tip coming out of his chest…

Yes……

who is it?

Master Zangzhen twisted his neck with great effort to look behind him. His cervical vertebrae made a crackling sound and he finally saw who it was.

It was a young man wearing the same black suit as the others in the gangs. He was holding a golden object that looked like a Buddhist pestle and stabbed it into his heart from the back!

The demon-subduing pestle was extremely hot, and blood from the wound was bubbling with black gas.

The young man in the black suit was Chen Qingyuan. He got new inspiration from the killer at noon and had been hiding near the Yin Temple for a long time, waiting for the gang members to come and seek revenge before blending in. In addition, he was quite fierce in beating the believers, so everyone subconsciously regarded him as a new little brother...

Finally got the chance for a sneak attack!

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan tightly grasped the demon-subduing pestle in his left hand, and took out the talisman paper given by He Ma of Wanying Palace from his pocket with his right hand. He slapped it on Master Zangzhen's eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other seven orifices. It was magical. There was no glue, but with just one press, the talisman paper would automatically stick to it...

Black blood gushed out from all seven orifices, and even tiny bugs could be seen.

The demon fairy is trapped inside and is struggling left and right. The demon-subduing pestle continues to burn its soul. It will be too late if it doesn't escape. Unfortunately, its seven orifices are sealed!
The sound of Master Zang Zhen's bones breaking in his neck rose and fell, and his head suddenly spun 360 degrees several times before being twisted off. Black blood gushed out, and the talisman paper pasted on his seven orifices burned automatically and turned into ashes...

So cruel?
Chen Qingyuan knew that it had run away, so he pulled out the demon-subduing pestle and ran away while everyone was still confused by such a hellish scene.

(End of this chapter)