Chapter 72 Night Fight

November 7th, afternoon.

Most of the villagers in Wo Niu Village in winter are leisurely. After a busy year, winter is their rest time. The old people got together in twos and threes and basked in the sun at the entrance of the alley to chat.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of wooden fish broke the peaceful and quiet atmosphere, and also attracted the villagers of Wo Niu Village to stretch their necks and look over.

A walking monk wearing a bucket hat, wearing hemp-gray dirt-free clothes, two copper rings on one pair of ears, holding a nine-ring tin rod in one hand, and holding a dilapidated wooden fish in the other hand. While knocking, he came from the intersection in the east end of the village, and walked straight through the village and walked west as if no one was empty.

The appearance of this foot monk has brought new topics to the villagers, because the lying cow village is located in a remote area and there are no temples nearby. The only temple is the shrine of the land master under the willow tree in the east of the village. The villagers will burn incense and worship if they have nothing to do. Now I suddenly saw a foot monk. How could he not add a fresh color to this calm village? Suddenly, it was like throwing a stone on the calm water, rippled away. The topic of this foot monk continued until after dinner, and everyone dispersed separately.

November 7th night.

Surrounded by the Cangshan system, Wo Niu Village has fallen asleep. Occasionally, some watchdogs are barking. In addition, everything is silent.

A few days ago, there was a snow that covered all corners of the village, and the village was also snow-white.

A cold wind blew through the entrance of the village. Somehow, a black fog appeared at the intersection of the east end of the village. The black fog was thicker than the night, which was particularly dazzling against the snow-white background.

In a dilapidated hut in the west of the village, a foot monk was standing at the door, looking coldly in mid-air. This foot monk is not old and looks 40 or 50 years old. A word of eyebrows lay on his eyes, adding some power to him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew at the entrance of the village, and the wind blew the black fog into the village. The black fog seemed to be pulled by someone, going straight through the roadway and drilling into one of the families.

The houses in Wo Niu Village are all wooden structures, most of which are several tile houses and a yard, and the houses have been around for some years. However, the black fog came into a different house. Compared with the surrounding neighbors, the family's house is obviously better. It is a small building on the second floor, which is newer than other families.

"It's coming!" The foot monk said in a low voice, and he didn't see how he moved, so his body suddenly flew up and went straight to the family.

The black fog had just entered the yard and was patrolling. Riding the hazy moonlight, it seems that there is a figure in the black fog, the size of a baby.

"Which one is it?" A voice muttered in the black fog.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the opposite roof, which was the foot monk.

The foot monk stood on the roof and stared condescendingly at the baby-like figure in the shadow. He frowned for a moment, then resolutely flew up and rushed into the black fog like an arrow from the string.

Only a few muffled sounds were heard, and the black fog suddenly tightened and shrank to the size of a flat car, and then hurriedly fled over the Wuniu Village.

There is only one foot monk left in the yard, holding a scarlet chip the size of a shiny nail cap in his hand. Just then, the room lights lit one by one, and someone shouted in the room, "Who, who is in my yard?"

The foot monk did not hesitate. He jumped over the roof and went to the abandoned house in the west of the village. Behind him, the gray dirt-free coat had been cracked, revealing his skin, and it turned out that he was also injured.

At the same time, the black fog hovering in mid-air turned its head and chased after the foot monk. The two landed almost at the same time.

"bald donkey, give me back my things!" The figure in the dark fog said. His voice was obviously the voice of an adult, but it was in the shape of a baby in the dark fog that had become a little thin.

"Who on earth are you? Are you afraid of being punished by God?" The foot monk recited a Buddha's name and said in a low voice.

"Hmm! You old bald donkey, when did you dare to mind my business? I think you'd better put on your saberde, take your wooden fish, and swim somewhere else!" The man in the black fog said coldly.

"Look at your Taoism, unfathomable depth, and then look at your current form, this should not be your body, right?" The foot monk said, "The so-called sea of suffering is boundless. Looking back is the shore. Lord, I think you'd better go back early and go back. As for this thing, it doesn't belong to you or should not belong to you. Don't be delusional anymore."

"Hmm!" The man said coldly, "You are full of benevolence and morality, but I think it is false compassion. You take the opportunity to take the opportunity to steal this thing from my hand, I'm afraid it's for your own self-interest... In this case, everyone is a fellow. Why do you have to be pretentious? Let me tell you, give it back to me as soon as possible, or I will definitely want you to look good!"

The foot monk put his hands together and said, "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha, donor, since you are single-minded, don't blame the old man for being ruthless."

"What a bald donkey, I think you are really impatient!" As soon as the words fell, a scarlet light flashed in the black fog hovering at the door of the house, and the whole open space suddenly felt a fishy wind, and a fishy smell filled it.

"Capture the soul!" The foot monk looked alin and said, "What an ignorant beast, you actually practice this unscrupulous skill. If I don't accept you today, I don't know how many people will be poisoned by you!"

The baby in the black fog sneered and said nothing. He was secretly lucky, and his whole body suddenly turned scarlet, especially his eyes, which were like blood drops, which was extremely horrible.

The baby stared at the foot monk in the black fog. Suddenly, his head grew violently, opened a blood basin mouth, and bit the foot monk's throat.

Seeing that the terrible thing was about to touch his body, the foot monk did not panic. He pressed the fragment in his hand into the rosary on his chest, and then saw the hand holding the tin stick waved the tin stick and danced into a wheel in front of him. The other hand formed a fingerprint on his chest and recited a spell in his mouth. At that time, there was a golden light behind him. Seeing that the foot monk pushed the knotted hand forward, a golden light was projected through the flying tin stick, turning into ten thousand lights and hitting the terrible baby's head.

With a bang, the golden light and the baby's head collided in mid-air, and the golden light were linked to each other, like a big net, covering the head so that it could not move forward halfway.

"Since ancient times, you don't have to show off your skills in front of poor monks!" The foot monk said coldly, but as soon as he said the word 'ba', the baby's head that was netted by Jin Mang suddenly smiled gloomily and spewed a black fog from his throat and rushed straight to the foot monk's face. His speed was so fast that he could not escape! The foot monk's body swayed twice, and his mouth couldn't stand it for a moment, and a blood arrow spewed out.

"Hahahaha!" A burst of laughter broke out in the black fog, and his voice was rough and powerful, "You bald donkey is too confident. Do you really think I only have a little Taoism? I was poisoned by my body. I don't think you will live long.

The foot monk looked at the baby's head in the golden net, and the head seemed to be gradually faded and transparent until it disappeared. It turned out that it was just an illusion, but although the head was an illusion, the black fog spewed out from the mouth of the illusion was real.

"You came to the village at night and waited for the opportunity to get into the Jiang family. After being found out, you deliberately hid your strength, sold a loophole for me, and waited for the opportunity to kill me. I think you are not only for the Jiang family, but also for me!" The walking monk only felt that his whole body was like ten thousand ants eating bones, itchy, and his hands, feet and face, all the ** skin began to turn purple, and gradually began to turn black again, and his whole body also emitted a stench, which was a manifestation of corpse poison entering the blood.

"Hey, you are still a Taoist monk. Yes, let me tell you, I have long liked your cultivation. If it hadn't been for this little trick, I'm afraid that I and you are at least not the same. If I want to get your cultivation, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. I'm too lazy and don't want to do that. The man in the dark fog smiled gloomly again.

The monk frowned and stared at the black fog and said, "I have lost my life's cultivation, and today I have been poisoned by you. Since you have practiced soul-eating, how can you not covet my true qi cultivation?" Speaking of this, his body shook again, stepped back a few steps, barely stabilized his figure and said harshly, "But even if I die, you can't get my cultivation and this broken soul bead fragments!"

The man in the black fog said angrily, "You are shameless. I want your cultivation to look up to you. If you have to be praised, then I will send you to the west to see the Buddha!" After saying that, the red light was in the black fog, and the baby's body soared, looking like a giant baby. The whole black fog ghost cried and howled, and the wind was gloomy. The open space rose again, and the black fog rushed to the monk with red light.

The foot monk shouted, and his whole body swelled for no reason. His muscles all over his body were so great that he broke all his dirt-free clothes. Blood kept pouring out from the corners of his mouth, which ticked all red on his chest. After his clothes were torn, he saw the foot monk break his voice. There was a scarlet thing floating in the air at his waist, faintly with red light. That was the fragments of broken soul beads that he had just taken from the black fog.

The fragments tried to approach the foot monk, but they seemed to be afraid of something on his body, and the Buddha beads on the foot monk's chest also floated, staring at each other against the broken soul beads, as if to destroy the fragments.

The fragment of the broken soul bead is worthy of being a murderer. It sold a loophole and rushed to the Buddha beads. After rotating around, the whole Buddha beads shattered and the beads scattered on the ground, and the fragments took the opportunity to penetrate into the monk's forehead.

The man in the black fog said angrily, "Give me back!"

After the fragments were embedded in his forehead, the monk's eyes suddenly flashed red, but in an instant, they were pressed by his Buddha light. His face was gloomy, as if he was suppressing the ferocity of the broken soul beads with great endurance. The foot monk stared at the man and said, "Today, I have polluted my cultivation, and I will also get rid of your scourge. After you die, I will judge myself before the Buddha statue, and I will never be at the mercy of the broken soul beads!"

I saw the monk's palms turned over, his hands crossed into prints, his eyes were wide open, and the golden light on his whole body was even more prosperous, but the golden light was not as pure as before, and there seemed to be a little more red in the golden color.

The monk twisted the spell in his mouth, and all the scattered Buddha beads on the ground floated, emitting a faint light in the air. At the same time, the black fog had rushed in front of him, and a strong stench came to his nose. However, as soon as the black fog touched the Buddha beads, it was immediately dispersed and only heard a tragic cry. The thin black smoke escaped from the middle of the Buddha beads and rushed into the distant sky.

"bald donkey, let you die for the time being today, and this hatred will be revenged!" The man roared in the air, but his voice was obviously not as sufficient as before. It can be seen that he suffered a very serious internal injury. The man roared, "The broken soul beads are a fierce thing. Don't think that you are a disciple of Buddhism and can purify this thing. The only thing that can purify this thing in the world is the demon refining pot! You are one with it today, and you will bear the consequences!"

The black smoke disappeared in the night sky and soon disappeared, and the surroundings seemed to be calm again. The foot monk stared into the air for a long time, and his hands still maintained a seal posture. After a moment, he slowly stepped back a few steps, shaking his body and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!" The foot monk bent down with difficulty and picked up the beads one by one.

Jiang Hanye, with Xiaoyu, set out from Wanjian Villa, walked slowly on the road and arrived outside the village of Woniu Village on the morning of November 9.

"Wow, is this your hometown?" After Xiaoyu left the villa, she seemed to temporarily forget the previous unhappiness and the fact that they had been married. She lay excitedly at the window and looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers, and asked Jiang Hanye.

"Yes, this is the place that raised me." Jiang Hanye smiled, but his expression was a little dull. After a while, he added, "According to his adoptive father, he found me here." Jiang Hanye pointed to a thorn and said.

"In winter?" Xiaoyu asked with some heartache. In fact, the relationship between Xiaoyu and Jiang Hanye has always been very good. They have always maintained a more intimate relationship than sisters and brothers, and more friendly than friends. It is only because Ji Shangxuan has been forcing them to get married, and Xiaoyu is extremely tough and stubborn, so there will be a particularly embarrassing for a period of time.

"Yes." Jiang Hanye answered her with a smile. Seeing that Xiaoyu could temporarily forget the unhappiness, Jiang Hanye was actually very happy.

"Alas!" Xiaoyu sighed, "You are really a miserable child, but what can you do if you have a father and mother like us?" Speaking of Dad, Xiaoyu's mood seems to be overshadowed again.

"Miss, uncle, are you parking here?" The carriage stopped, the driver asked.

Jiang Hanye looked outside and was about to reach the entrance of the village. He said, "Let's park here. Let's walk in and nestled in the car for two days, and our legs and feet are almost not our own."

Jiang Hanye jumped out of the car first, and then helped Xiaoyu get out of the car. The two walked to the village side by side with gifts in their hands.

"Strange, why is it so quiet here?" Xiaoyu asked.

Jiang Hanye glanced and said, "The people in the village should not have got up yet. Winter is their rare free season of the year, so they will get up later." However, despite saying this, Jiang Hanye also muttered secretly in his heart, "Even if people don't get up, what about the dog? Why is there not even a chicken and dog barking in the village?

"Do you still have a younger brother, about the same age as Xiao Yu?" Xiaoyu asked again, "Is he good?"

"He is not obedient, very naughty, but also very cute. He is about the same age as Xiao Yu." Jiang Hanye replied, and at the same time, he couldn't help looking around, trying to find a clue from it, but the door of every household was closed, and he couldn't see anything.

"Where is your home?" Xiaoyu asked again, "I really want to know what kind of parents can raise a son like you."

"A son like me?" Jiang Hanye was stunned.

"Yes, generous and tolerant." Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Xiaoye, in my heart, you are not only a younger brother, but also a very excellent younger brother, and also my best friend in my life."

Jiang Hanye smiled bitterly: "Thank you!"

The Jiang family's house has changed. In the past two years, Jiang Hanye has constantly entrusted people to send money back, and his family used the money to build a quite beautiful house, and the whole house is the first one in Wuniu Village.

"Come on, this is my home!" Jiang Hanye stood in front of the beautiful house and said to Xiaoyu.

"Oh, but why is there no one?" Xiaoyu looked at the yard with her feet, but she couldn't see anything.

"You may still be sleeping, I'll knock on the door!" Jiang Hanye knocked on the door as he spoke, but he knocked for a long time, but the door was not opened. Jiang Hanye's heart tightened and vaguely felt that something bad had happened.

"Dad, mother, big brother, little brother!" Jiang Hanye shouted loudly at the door.

The yard was quiet and there was no sound at all, even the big yellow dog raised at home without any movement.

"What should I do?" Xiaoyu pulled Jiang Hanye's sleeve and asked. At this moment, she also faintly felt that it seemed to be a little bad, but she was neither easy to fly into the yard to check or say this.

Jiang Hanye frowned. He gritted his teeth and flew up and kicked the door. The force was quite strong. He only heard a loud noise, and the three-finger-thick solid wood door panel was actually broken by him.