Chapter 48 Six-character Spell
The monk slapped him. After that, he put his hands together and said leisurely, "My Buddha is merciful. Why did the monk do it again?" What a sin!" Lin Qinglong really wanted to avoid the slap this slap this time, but he saw a white light flashed, and it was inevitable. It hit his cheek. However, this force was quite soft, and it was a little different on his face, but the strength was continuous. Lin Qinglong turned around several times before he swayed and stopped.
Jing Xian said secretly, "This monk is not easy to deal with. He can play with you between applause... Even Shen Butzi doesn't have this ability."
Lin Qinglong looked at the back of the unclean monk and frowned slightly.
He couldn't help thinking, "Who is this monk?"
While Lin Qinglong was doubting in his heart, the unclean monk also had doubts and said secretly, "This child is obviously very greedy for the gold, but he can give up in the blink of an eye. With the child's heart, I'm afraid that few people in the world can do this, but the child is also unusual. Although his words are naive, they are The hands and feet are full of inappropriate maturity. Whose child is he?
The unclean monk thought of this and grabbed him in his hand. Lin Qinglong was angry that he was beaten three times and kicked and struggled, but the unclean monk's hands were like iron pliers. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get out.
The unclean monk strode with Lin Qinglong. He was very strong and crossed the mountains like walking on the flat ground. Lin Qinglong shouted and scolded. He just turned a deaf ear.
Lin Qinglong scolded for a while, his mouth was dry, and he gradually lost his voice.
After walking for about seven or eight miles, the unclean monk stopped and stopped.
Lin Qinglong landed on the ground and looked around, but there was no one. Suddenly, he smelled a smell of blood, which was stinky. Lin Qinglong looked down, and there was a pool of water-stained things not far from his feet. It didn't look real in the moonlight, but with the smell, it should be said that it was bloody.
The unclean monk said, "This is the place you want to come."
Lin Qinglong looked at the blood stain and said, "Has Shen Tuzi been beaten into minced meat? It turned out to be like this... What should I do?" I can't help but feel hot when I think of this.
The unclean monk suddenly said, "This is not the king of poison. Don't worry."
Lin Qinglong said, "It's all like this. How do you know it's not?"
The unclean monk said, "This blood is full of corpse gas. I think it's a cold and traceless flesh and blood puppet."
This flesh-and-blood puppet uses human corpses as a medium to make a flesh-and-blood puppet that works for the caster. This flesh-and-blood puppet is not afraid of pain, strong, and his whole body is highly poisonous. Once ordinary people touch it, they will definitely die. This flesh-and-blood puppet is a cold and proud move.
The two of them walked forward a few more steps and saw the other three blood stains respectively, plus the first one, there were four places in total. I think it was the dead tiger power.
Maybe Kou Sheng and others were made into flesh and blood puppets and fought again.
The unclean monk said, "In fact, it is not difficult to break the flesh and blood puppet. It is nothing more than turning corpse powder. As the king of poison, Shen Tuzi is not short of these things around him. It's in vain for Leng Wuzong to use this trick to deal with him.
Lin Qinglong thought to himself, "This tiger is also unlucky. He died twice in his life. He can't die anymore. In the end, he didn't even leave the whole body!"
Lin Qinglong looked for a while, but he didn't see Shen Tuzi and others. He said urgently, "Where's Shen Tuzi? Even the shadow is gone. Have you been buried directly?
The unclean monk frowned and said thoughtfully, "It's strange that you can clearly feel the breath of Shen Butzi and coldness, but why can't you see anyone!"
Suddenly, there was a flash in front of him, as if he remembered something. He couldn't help blurting out, "It turned out to be a cold and traceless formation!"
Lin Qinglong didn't have time to ask more. He saw the unclean monk turn over his palm, and his hands were left and right water bottle seals. His eyes were wide open, and there was a hidden golden light all over his body. He said word by word in his mouth: "yan, ma, ya, ba, Mi, mou!"
This is the famous "six-character Ming Mantra", also known as "Guanyin Inspirational Truth" in Buddhist classics.
This truth is full of heaven and earth, and it can be recited to remove dust, clean the heart mirror, and reach the realm of great joy and bliss. It is one of the most famous classic mantras in Buddhism.
With the sound of the unclean monk's word "mo", the world shone brightly in an instant. The night was like the day. Lin Qinglong only felt that the golden light was dazzling and quickly covered it with his hand.
When Lin Qinglong opened his eyes again, he saw Shen Tuzi and Leng Wumo suddenly appear in front of him. Their clothes were broken and full of blood. It seemed that they had gone through a fierce fight.
Seeing this situation, Lin Qinglong was shocked and retreated repeatedly.
When the cold and trace saw the unclean monk, he was shocked and hummed, "Shen Butzi, I didn't expect you to have a helper! I won't deal with you anymore!" After saying that, his body changed, turned into a gust of wind and swept away.
The unclean monk shouted, "It's not good! You can't run!" After saying that, he quickly followed up, and both of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shen Tuzi was fighting with Leng Wuzi. Although he fell down, he tried his best. When the unclean monk arrived, he was at the time of life and death. At this moment, he suddenly lost his opponent. Suddenly, he felt relaxed, and a stream of blood rushed straight to his chest. He couldn't help coughing and curled up like shrimp.
Seeing that his face was painful, Lin Qinglong was secretly worried and rushed to climb on him and said, "Poison King, what's wrong with you?" At this time, he was not called a donkey.
Shen Tuzi said fiercely, "That cold and trace has some ability, which has caused my old injury, but he hit my four-star chaotic pulse, and it may not be better!"
After saying this, he coughed again and again. He coughed very hard, as if he was going to cough up his heart, lungs, liver and gallbladder.
Lin Qinglong was also anxious when he saw him like this, but he had no good strategy, and he could not heal his wounds and expose himself. He could only pat his back and relieve his qi and blood.
Lin Qinglong regretted and said, "It's all my fault. I should have urged the monk to come here quickly, and you won't be seriously injured."
Shen Tuzi looked at Lin Qinglong's anxious little face, and his heart was warm. He said, "You don't have to blame yourself. The unclean monk and I are enemies and friends. It's a good time for him to come here, that is, that is, he doesn't let go of the cold without a trace, and he doesn't want me to be better, hum! A monk full of benevolence and righteousness... That's all. He finally saved me, otherwise I would die in front of the coldness. I didn't expect that the man's inner strength was so strong.
He was distracted, covered his mouth and coughed again, coughing up a pool of warm blood. He straightened up with his hands. As soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost unsteady. He was shocked: "Oh, how can you get hurt like this?" I had no choice but to sit down and cross my knees.
When Lin Qinglong saw him spit blood, he was very scared. He tore off his clothes and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.
Shen Tuzi coughed and said, "I left you just now. Don't you hate me?"
As soon as Lin Qinglong thought of this, he wanted to be angry and said secretly, "I naturally hate you, but I still want to use you..."
Lin Qinglong was afraid that he would vomit blood again, so he had to say repeatedly, "Don't hate, don't hate at all!"
At this moment, someone behind him sneered and slowly said, "It's really a deep affection between father and son!"
Lin Qinglong looked back and saw a person standing not far away, holding a single knife, a small hat in blue, and a smile on his face. It was He Songyang.
The bleak moonlight hit his face, and it was uncertain.
Now the unclean monk and monk went to chase the cold and traceless. Shen Butzi was seriously injured again, and Lin Qinglong couldn't scream. Do you want to continue to disguise or expose yourself?
But he heard He Songyang laugh and said, "Poison King, are you all right!"
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