There is a trick

Chapter 101 Giving (4K, 1/2)

"Ding ding ding..."

The bells on the two ropes were still swaying in the wind, making a sound that chilled people to the bone.

Everyone looked at Li Si's bloody arm being dragged back by the rope, and Wen Sheng's half-torn body, with the intestines squirming and the lungs steaming from his abdominal cavity.

People forgot to speak for a moment.

There was no other sound on this red dirt road except the shrill sound of bells.

And after this brief silence, all kinds of terrified shouts and discussions suddenly exploded again!

"Dead! Dead!"

"These two people entered the gray fog one after the other, and in the blink of an eye, they ended up like this!"

"Kill them!"

"Run quickly—"

Amid the almost boiling discussions, Wang Tiexiong rubbed his stiff face with his palms, and turned to look at Bai Xiu'e who had her eyes drooped: "Miss...you just said that Brother Zhou sent back a message--

What did he say?
The group of secret monks from Xielong Temple have arrived already?"

"Ah."

Bai Xiu'e nodded. She was still trying to connect with Zhou Chang's thoughts and find out what Zhou Chang was thinking at the moment.

In the thoughts transmitted by Zhou Chang's thoughts, there were faint sounds of vague and incomprehensible syllables. Those syllables seemed to have no specific meaning, but when they fell into Bai Xiu'e's ears, she felt as if her mind was blackened by ink!

There is a terrifying force that is influencing Zhou Chang to send back the information!

Bai Xiu'e was unable to cope with this force, so she asked her great aunt for help.

As soon as Grandma Gu made a move, the lotus roots extending from her hand gradually turned into streams of water.

As the water continued to wash away Tu Hei Bai Xiu'e's perception and syllables were gradually excluded by the water. At this moment, she sensed Zhou Chang's thoughts that were being sent back over and over again: "The gray fog is about to be washed away...

The Tibetan monk killed Li Si and Wen Sheng.

They are breaking through the fog and coming towards us -

The Lions Club needs to start performing soon!

Brother Zhou asked us to start the lion dance performance as soon as possible!

Two secret monks are coming towards us!
Go! He asked us to get out of the way first!"

Bai Xiu'e's face turned pale!
She felt extremely shocked from the thoughts transmitted back by Zhou Chang!

"what?!"

Upon hearing the voice, Wang Tiexiong's eyes fixed, and he immediately turned around and ran towards the lion team. While running with big strides, he shouted at the black lion squatting not far away: "Brother Yang, form a lion team and perform a lion dance!
The monks from the secret treasure area are here!

Someone has been killed by them!

Today"

"it is good!"

Yang Xifeng, who was riding the black lion, responded immediately, and the black lion squatting on the ground immediately stood up and leaped forward!

"Boom boom boom!"

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

The sound of gongs and drums exploded at once!
More than ten lions of various colors that had been motionless originally suddenly began to run together, led by the lion boy, circling around the agitated crowd!
The evil spirit emanating from the lions drove the crowd away from this place!

The coffins were carried by the crowd and moved to other places!
But long before this, someone had already seen the mutilated body that Bai Xiu'e had dragged back, and felt that the situation was unusual, so they fled in a hurry!

At this moment, the crowd that escaped first collided with the charging 'Lion Club', and the scene became a mess in an instant!

at the same time!

The sound of chanting the six-syllable mantra broke through the rolling fog and spread throughout the place!

That sound was like thunder. The gray fog that had previously suppressed all light and sound seemed to have become a loudspeaker for the thunderous sound of the secret mantra, amplifying the sound that was already like muffled thunder. It rolled out over and over again, spreading throughout the entire Qingyi Town: "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

The thick gray fog became thin in an instant under the influence of these six-word mantra!
Endless gray fog surged towards a certain direction from all directions like a tide!

The fog will clear!

Wang Tiexiong followed a white lion. He heard the sound of thunder behind him and turned back suddenly, only to see—

In the center of the gray fog, a short Tibetan monk with a solemn and compassionate look on his face put his hands together.

The sound of chanting the six-syllable mantra continuously came out from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the short monk!
His eyes, ears, mouth, nose and other facial features all turned into lips that looked like they were cast in gold!
Those lips chanted the six-word mantra, sucking up the strange fog lingering between heaven and earth!

Endless wailing and crying sounds came from the gray fog!
The surging fog split into five streams and all flowed into the golden lips that appeared on the short monk's head. The short monk swallowed the surging strange fog in big gulps. His body seemed like a bottomless pit that could not be filled no matter how much the fog poured in!

Seeing this scene, Wang Tiexiong's heart was shaken and he could hardly control himself!

He seemed to be moved by the compassionate Six-Syllable Mantra, his eyes were red and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes!

He clenched his teeth tightly, stretched out his hands suddenly, lifted his chin, and turned his head back forcefully. He no longer looked at the solemn and magnificent scene behind him, his face full of shock!

Even someone as determined as Wang Tiexiong needed to exert great effort to break free from the extraordinary aura emitted by the short monk.

There were a large number of people present who were not determined enough.

They always have doubts about the strategies proposed by Zhou Chang, Wang Tiexiong and others.

The beautiful fantasies I had about the monks from Xielong Temple who came from afar outweighed my fear of these monks!
At this moment, this group of people saw the short monk chanting a few mantras and swallowing all the strange fog that concealed many dangers into his stomach. They were all moved by the short monk's compassionate act!

Without even the strange aura of the short monk, the group of people knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the short monk sitting cross-legged in the center of the gray fog, and saluted with their hands clasped together:
"Great magical power, great magical power!"

"Master has mercy!"

“Thank you Master for the rescue!”

The current situation has become a mess.

Some people still followed the Lion Club closely, dashing left and right in the crowd, trying to escape from here;
Some people were determined to escape, running around in the lion group, constantly disrupting the lions' formation;
Some people turned around and knelt down before the short Tibetan monk, crying bitterly, thanking the "gurus" for clearing their confusion and saving their lives...

The short monk paid no attention to the chaotic scene and just kept chanting the Six-Syllable Mantra.

Strange fog swirled around him, and invisible arms seemed to have grown out of the fog, gently pushing the short monk's shoulders, causing him to slowly turn around with his back to the group of people who were kneeling down to worship him.

Purple and black tumors grew on his back.

The tumors grew together, and sharp white teeth broke through the cortex of the tumors, and the terrifying face of the devil was generated from behind the short monk!
The demon king spoke in human language: "Give alms!"

"Donation of blood and flesh!"

"Donation of the five internal organs!"

"Enjoy charity!"

"Soul-giving charity!"

"Give alms to all, everything!" "Give alms! Give alms! Give alms!"

As the demon king howled, the people kneeling on the ground suddenly felt something was wrong and stood up to escape.

However, as soon as someone stood up, he felt a sharp pain on the top of his head!

He put his hand into the hair on top of his head, then took his hand back and looked around - his hands were covered in blood!
Above his head, a strange force created a crack on it, forming a "卍" character.

Blood continuously flowed out from the cracks in the '卍' character, gathering into a bloody human hand, dragging his five-colored thoughts, weak soul, flesh and blood, and internal organs, rushing towards the short monk who had his back to the crowd!

There was a swastika mark on the heads of the people kneeling on the ground, and a bloody hand stretched out from it, pulling all kinds of alms towards the short monk!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Help!"

"Please spare my life, please spare my life!"

……

The people with bloody arms growing on their heads, their faces and bodies shriveled up, they all howled and prayed, but soon they couldn't even make a sound to pray!

Human hands were winding on the ground, leaving bloodstains all over the place!
The demon king behind the short monk chewed on this abundant alms, and his horrible and hideous tumorous face gradually shrank back under the flesh of the short monk's back!

The monk turned around slowly.

The golden lips that covered his face returned to his original facial features.

He looked compassionate and solemn, looking at the ground in front of him:
On the blood-stained road, pieces of shriveled human skin were blown away by the wind!
The wind passed through the eyes, ears, mouths, noses and other holes in the human skin, making waves of low wailing and sobbing sounds.

"Those who give alms to the Buddha in various ways will all attain Buddhahood in the next life."

"May you become a Buddha."

The short monk clasped his hands together, said a few compassionate words, and then turned his gaze to the fleeing Lion Club in the distance.

His eyes wandered among the lions, and soon found the black lions in the group.

——The corpse was buried in a coffin escorted by the four black lions.

The short monk found his target and walked over leisurely.

……

"Ding ding ding..."

In the mist, some vague and idle voices were heard not far from Zhou Chang. He gently shook the rope on his wrist, and the bell on the rope made a slight sound.

The crisp sound attracted the attention of Moltke behind him and Qian Zhou further away.

The two men slightly quickened their pace and gathered together with Zhou Chang.

"The gray fog is fading." Zhou Chang took off the porcelain bowl covering his ears, took out the cotton in his ear holes, and said to Qian Zhou and Mao Qi.

His eyes were mainly on Qian Zhou.

He was the only one who had explored the gray fog outside Qingyi Town and returned alive.

Qian Zhou's experience is crucial.

Moltke had nothing to say at this time. After walking into the gray fog for more than a hundred steps, he did not feel that this gray fog was any different from before. How did it become lighter?

"We walked a long way in the gray fog..." Qian Zhou's face slightly changed, trying to recall the details of his experience at that time, and said, "I remember it very clearly, the mules and horses stopped to rest for a while, and then we continued to move forward.

At that time, the fog never showed any signs of fading away.

The gray fog disappeared suddenly.

It disappeared completely in an instant!

Afterwards, many sheep appeared at the foot of the high slope..."

Being in this fog, Qian Zhou knew to be cautious. The 'many sheep' he mentioned was referring to the shepherd 'Asang' who had become a strange one.

"The gray fog brought you to the front of the ghost." Zhou Chang speculated, "In fact, the fog should have always existed at that time, but you encountered the ghost, and the ghost gave you hallucinations, which may have made you think that the fog dissipated all of a sudden.

Otherwise, if the fog really disappeared all of a sudden, how could we still walk into the fog now?"

"Yeah." Qian Zhou nodded, agreeing with Zhou Chang's speculation.

He raised his eyes and looked at the fog around him: "Brother Zhou, do you think the fog here has become lighter?
I am not capable enough, and I actually didn’t feel any changes in this gray fog…”

Moltke also echoed a few words.

"I can temporarily absorb the food energy, and use the moment when my mind is shaking to see the flow of food energy around me." Zhou Chang explained, "The food energy around us is about 10% less than when we first entered the gray fog.

As we speak, it continues to decrease.

To be precise, it is the Feasting Thoughts that have decreased - as the Feasting Thoughts decrease, the gray fog that is gathered by the Feasting Thoughts will gradually fade.

When the thoughts are reduced to a certain level, you will be able to sense it."

Zhou Chang paused, and then said to the two: "If what Brother Qian encountered before is true, then the current sign of the gray fog fading is an abnormal situation...

Maybe we are going to gradually walk out of the area covered by gray fog - but Brother Qian said that you have been walking in the gray fog for a long time and have not been able to get out of it.

Because we now have an extra rope on our wrists, we can easily walk out of this gray fog? I think it is unlikely.

Therefore, I am more inclined to believe that we may be gradually approaching something weird at the moment.

Brothers, be prepared."

When the two heard the voice, their eyes became solemn.

Moltke rubbed his hands, then took out a stick of incense from his bag.

Zhou Chang thought he was going to light the incense stick, and was about to remind him not to light the incense stick in the gray fog, so as not to attract evil spirits and delusions. The next moment, Mao Qi stuffed the incense stick into his mouth and chewed it!
He chewed incense sticks, and clumps of long purple hair grew from the pores all over his body.

A fierce evil spirit flowed in those clumps of long purple hair.

Moltke "stiffened like a lion" on the spot, and the purple hair that grew covered his head, face, chest, and limbs.

The corpse evil he had accumulated was not sufficient to cover his entire body, and his corpse evil was also the original purple color.

As Moltke's body was covered with corpse hair, Zhou Chang and Qian Zhou suddenly felt hot beside them, as if there was a burning torch standing next to them!

When evil spirits invade the body, it always makes people feel uncomfortable.

Qian Zhou moved a little away from Moltke. He pulled out the box gun from the wooden box on his waist and stuck a yellow talisman on the magazine attached to the bottom of the box gun.

Zhou Chang looked at Qian Zhou's actions and was a little surprised for a moment.

“This is the Fire Drinking Talisman.

My eldest brother prayed to a Taoist priest for a long time before he was given three.

When attached to swords and guns, it can make the swords and guns produce a layer of "fire god" that can hurt evil creatures.

It can also be used on a box gun." Qian Zhou saw Zhou Chang's look and smiled and explained a few words to him.

(End of this chapter)