Chapter 6 Broken Magic Sword

The disk and the word "sha" staggered through, as if they were not blocked by anything, and they crossed forward according to the original trajectory. This time, the disk was half a meter lower, and the bus was cut horizontally from beginning to end, and even the tables and chairs in the car were cut off.

The word "sha" blinked and disappeared, and then I heard a bang. A spark burst out in the darkness, as if a grenade exploded, and the firelight exploded, a huge dark shadow shook slightly and suddenly took a step forward.

When this step fell, there was a muffled sound, and the ground couldn't help shaking. In this step, the dark shadow stepped into the aperture of the flare and revealed its body.

The shadow is three meters tall, with high eyes, blue-faced tusks, a square crown and heavy armor. This dress looks like an ancient warrior.

The giant warrior held a short and thick round stick in his left hand, but held the Buddha beads in his right hand. Taking this step, he raised the round stick in his hand. The disk that cut the bus hovered in the air and quickly flew back, firmly embedded in the top of the round stick, forming a strange weapon.

Yong Bowen suddenly hit his eyes and felt that the warrior was so familiar. It seemed that he had seen it somewhere, but when he carefully recalled the books he had read before, none of the goblins and evil monsters mentioned were like this.

The giant warrior took back the disk and took another step forward, shaking the ground. He held the disk high, pinched the Buddha beads, and muttered the sound of recitation, "If you practice all good karma and harm bad karma, you should be good and fearless; if you know me as true, you should be fearless; if you collect my body and give up your own color, you should be fearless and fearless; if you harm the law climbing, you should be fearless; if you harm the law and have no fate, you should be fearless. ..." Yong Bowen was originally lying there and honestly thinking about where he had seen this image. The chant came into his ears, but he suddenly felt a trembling in his heart. It seemed that he was stimulated by this scripture. He was very unhappy. When he was confused about his emotions, his body seemed to be out of control. , automatically jumped up from the ground, raised the rune sword, pointed to the giant warrior and shouted, "The little demon is also worthy of reading in front of me?" As soon as he said this, he was startled. He quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth. He was shocked and afraid. He couldn't figure out that his mouth, which had been calm for more than 20 years, actually started talking by himself.

The giant warrior was obviously very angry by this voice, and he did not read the scriptures. There was a low and dull cry in his throat, and the disk flew out in response.

Yong Bowen was shocked at first and instinctively wanted to lie down on the ground, but before he could take action, a swordsmanship that he had never seen before flashed in his mind. He instinctively took a long breath, and then shouted "ha". The real mana in his body surged in an unprecedented way. The rune sword was raised high, saw the situation of the disk, and cut it down with one sword!

This loud drink was not loud, like a slap in the flat ground, shaking the bottles and saucers of the broken tables and chairs in the car buzzing.

In the loud noise, sparks splashed, and the disk was cut in half by this sword, and each of them rushed out of the distance of meters diagonally to both sides. Suddenly, it disappeared. Only two jingles were heard, as if something small things fell to the ground.

Cut off the disk, and the sword does not stop, falling straight to the ground. Where it points, it seems to have thrown a long whip, and the darkness in front of it cracks in half, like an open black curtain, can't help going to both sides, revealing the starlight shining city night.

The giant warrior did not dare to grab the blade of the amazing sword. He shook it and disappeared in place like a phantom.

Seeing that the enemy's formation was broken by a sword, Yong Bowen pulled up the fish pure ice without thinking and jumped off the bus. Between the two steps, he had already stepped out of the array.

The giant warrior reappeared in the darkness. He roared unwillingly and chased after him. His heavy footsteps made the ground thump, as if the drums were beating, and the ground trembled.

"It's awesome. Give him another sword." Yu Chunbing saw Yong Bowen's great power, jumping and jumping excitedly, pulling his sleeve and screaming.

"I can't cut it out, run for your life..." Yong Bowen replied in a hoarse voice.

Yu Chunbing was slightly stunned. When he came to his senses, he couldn't help but be shocked. Yong Bowen's face was pale, his face was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, and his body was shaky. It seemed that there was a possibility of falling at any time. "You, what's wrong with you?"

"A little weak." Yong Bowen waved his hand and said these two words, and there was a burst of flowers in front of him. The sword just now was fierce enough, but the price was also quite high. When the sword was cut out, most of the real anger surged out. Then he barely ran for such a few steps, and then he gasped and palpitated, and there were signs of disenging.

"I can't run, you..." Yong Bowen wanted to say heroically, "You go first, I'll block it", but before he finished speaking, Yu Chunbing simply interrupted him. "In this case, let's run for our lives." After saying that, he took out a motorcycle helmet from his satir bag and put it on Yong Bowen's head.

"Do you have an organic car?" Yong Bowen stared at the little satan bag suspiciously, intending to see how she could take a locomotive out of the bag.

"No!" Yu Chunbing carried her satir bag diagonally on her body and shouted "Let's go". She jumped, and the hard cement road under her feet suddenly seemed to have turned into water. She pulled Yong Bowen and sank in.

The giant warrior happened to chase out of the darkness, stepped on the place where the two sank, and reprinted a big footprint. Then his body quickly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a statue that was not the size of a fist, lying motionless in the big footprint.

The tattered bus reappeared on the street. The barbecue charcoal stove had been extinguished. The black and thin middle-aged man climbed out of the car with a rough breath, covered his chest and staggered to the footprints and picked up the statue.

The statue is full of fine cracks, which seem to be scattered into a pile of fragments with a slight touch.

A touch of red was drawn on the black and thin man's face. Wow, he spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the statue.

"Zizz..." The statue made a sucking sound, and the blood was all sucked into the crack. In a moment, there were no drops of blood on the statue, and the cracks emitted a faint red light, which slowly squirmed and closed as if alive. In a moment, it was completely compounded, leaving only scratch-like fine lines on the surface.

"It's actually the eight swords of breaking demons!" The black and thin man wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. "No wonder he can break the yin array." Originally, he was very calculating. He was afraid of Yongwen's help, so he didn't dare to do it in the company. Instead, he chose to intercept halfway and spent a lot of effort. He laid this dark array to exert the greatest power of the Dharma, but he didn't calculate this amazing sword.

The black and thin man coughed, like a tuberculosis patient, bent over his chest, held the statue, and went down the street. In a short time, he disappeared to the corner.

The street has regained the tranquility it deserves at midnight.

Seen, a figure fell lightly in front of the bus, as if it was just an autumn leaf in the wind, without making a sound.

With a soft sound, the green cane was gently inserted into the cement floor. The fortune teller, who was still wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, pinched his finger and sighed, "It's indestructive. It's really the Tathagata King Kong Sword. Alas, I'm late." He looked around and stared at the series of deep footprints on the cement floor. He couldn't help frowning slightly. As he was about to take a closer look, he heard a thud from behind the tattered bus. A headless fat body turned out from behind the car and walked slowly to the fortune teller with open arms.

"Get out of here!" The fortune teller waved impatiently from afar, as if chasing a fly, and the headless body flew backwards along the gesture and crashed straight towards the tattered bus.

A cold light flashed from the darkness with a sneer. The headless body was divided into two pieces and flew to both sides along the force. It could fly less than half a meter away. Then it ignited two flames with a bang. Without waiting to fall to the ground, it burned until there was no scum left. There were only a few sparks left but firelight like fireflies. It flutters with the wind in the night sky.

The fortune teller raised his left eyebrows gently, held the emerald cane tightly, and shouted in a low voice: "Da Le King Kong?"

Then he heard a soft smile. A man slowly walked out of the darkness on the street, stopped a hundred steps away from the fortune teller, and said, "Brother Pu, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The fortune teller couldn't help beating his left eyebrows. He slowly pulled out the green stick and said coldly, "I'm surnamed Puyang, not Pu."

"I didn't expect that for so many years, my brother had no progress, and he still couldn't see through this obsession. He insisted on this symbol and refused to relax. I'm afraid there will be no hope in this life." This man is of medium height, with a suit and leather shoes, his hair is oily, and his nose is square, but his eyes are narrow and long, and his first impression is quite treacherous. Seeing that he is only about 20 years old, he speaks with a smile on his face and is slightly frivolous, but his tone is old-fashioned and incongruous with his appearance.

The fortune teller didn't argue with him. He just put the green stick on his chest and asked, "Gu Yangding, since you have left, why are you coming back today?"

"Why did my brother appear here? That's why I came here. Unfortunately, we are all late." Gu Yang said lightly, "I didn't wait for me at that time. If I was as stubborn as my brother, I'm afraid that my Qinglong Temple will really be immortal. Where in the world can't you practice? It's ridiculous for my brother to be persistent.

The fortune-teller snorted coldly, "If the ancestor Zhenhe had the same idea as you, I'm afraid this Middle-earth Tantric sect would have been cut off long ago. I heard that you have done a good job in the past few years. You have developed believers in the upper class, and now you are also extremely rich.

Gu Yangding could hear the irony in the fortune teller's tone and smiled and said, "Everything has Buddha nature. My brother's obsession is too heavy. Why should he insist on where the believers come from?"

The two met again after a long separation. Standing here, you talk endlessly, but just fighting with your mouth is not doing anything. You give full play to the true meaning of the gentleman's words and without doing anything, but for a moment you seem to have forgotten the original purpose here.

On the street corner not far away, a man looked at this side for a moment, and then shrank back. This man was the black and thin middle-aged man who had just left. At that time, he was shocked by the broken magic swords and left. Halfway through, he remembered that there was still a living corpse without a pocket to be dealt with, so he turned back and didn't want to bump into this scene.

He knew that neither of them could afford to provoke them. He wanted to turn around and leave like this, but when he thought about it, he immediately gave up the idea and turned out of the street corner and walked slowly in the opposite direction of the two.

Almost at the same time when the black and thin man turned out of the street corner, the two immediately shut up as if they had made an appointment. They just looked at each other so quietly, but did not pay attention to the black and thin man. For a while, they hummed disdainfully at the same time, turned around and left separately, and never looked at each other again.

Gu Yangding walked in the same direction as that of the black and thin man, which only scared the benevolent brother's hands and feet weak. Walking out of half a street, Guyang Ding just turned in along a small alley. The black and thin man quickly accelerated his pace and ran out of 8,000 meters to another street. He happened to see a taxi slowly passing by the street. He waved his hand and got on the car and said the address. When the car drove out of three or four miles, he was finally relieved. Soft and soft collapsed in the seat, only then did he find that the sweat had soaked his clothes.

What no one noticed was that soon after everyone left, a vague shadow suddenly jumped up from behind the broken bus, like a super-large bird, spreading a pair of giant wings in the air and flying into the night sky.

The cart took the black and thin man through most of the Spring City, went straight out of the city, and finally came to a small village about three miles away from the Spring City.

This small village is called Shilibao, and there are only more than 50 families. Because it is close to the Spring City, the village has developed by supplying green vegetables, poultry and eggs in the city. Although it is a rural area, the living standard is much better than that of ordinary urban people. Every family is a two-story building, every family has a motorcycle, and the best families even have cars.

The black and thin man is an old resident in this village. His home is at the head of the village. Even if he comes back in the middle of the night, he doesn't have to worry about disturbing others.

The taxi stopped at the door of the yard. The black and thin man got out of the car and entered the yard and walked to the building. Before he could open the door, he heard bursts of smiles and moans in the dark building, mixed with the sound of men's thick gasps. He was angry this night. He was full of anger. When he heard the sound, his anger immediately burst out. He flew up and kicked the closed door of the building. He shouted angrily, "I'm suffering outside. You ** actually stole at home..." In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped and seemed to let go. The stop button was suddenly pressed for the recording, which was indescribably abrupt.

The faint green light reflected on the face of the black and thin man, clearly illuminating his distorted face because of fear.

Entering the door of the small building is the living room, with a space of more than 60 square meters. On the wall of the door, there are New Year pictures of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. On both sides of the New Year pictures are pasted with red couplets. The upper couplet is "Every family talking and laughing, happy to celebrate the New Year", and the next couplet book is "Men and women, old and young are one year older." This is a rural habit. New Year's Spring Festival couplets are often pasted for a whole year, and the new couplets will not be removed until the thirtieth of the next year.

Under the Spring Festival couplets of the New Year is a tribute table. On the table is a white porcelain statue of Aobei Guanyin, like a fruit tribute in front of it, everything is as usual. Only the electric candle incense, which was supposed to be a fiery red color, emitted a faint green light at this time. The curtains were tightly pulled, and the green light could not leak out, but it reflected the large and small space of the living room with a strange atmosphere.

There is a horizontal long sofa on the east side, three sofas are circled into a semicircle, a long brown coffee table with fiberglass in the center, and a 50-inch wall-mounted TV on the wall about three meters away from the coffee table.

The sound that makes normal people listen to it and involuntarily boils the blood of the beast comes from the sofa.

There are four gray-robed lamas sitting on the sofa, three of them sitting on the side sofa, and on the central sofa, a white woman is kneeling on the lama sitting with his back to the door. The woman's long black hair covered most of her face. She held the lama's shoulders with both hands and slowly squirmed her waist. A pair of heavy ** in front of her chest kept throwing straight with the twisting of her waist, shaking away two white breast waves. The smooth and tender body full of sweat under the green light reflected a different strange luster.

In the face of such a ** scene, the three lamas on the sofa on the side were full of solemn faces. They sat with their hands together, stared at the two people who were right **, and quickly whispered the scriptures. The blurred voice echoed in the dark space with the woman's moans.

The four men and one woman did not seem to notice the black and thin man breaking the door at all. They maintained the original state and did not change. On the contrary, the black and thin man who caught the traitor was so scared that he trembled all over, and his upper and lower teeth could not bite in excitement, making a dense impact sound.

"The Venerable!" The adulterous husband stood awkwardly at the door for a long time. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he summoned up his courage and shouted timidly.

The lama holding the owner's wife waved his hand without looking back, "Get out."

As if the black and thin man had been re-released, he rolled and crawled out of the door. He closed the door with his backhand, but he did not dare to go far for a moment, so he had to stand at the door respectfully.

"Black Three..."

The ** sound of his wife's call in the door came to his ears. The black and thin man shivered and replied respectfully, "Disciples are here."

"What's the recent changes in Spring City?"

"There is no abnormal movement, it's just..."

"Hmm?"

"Holy, the Fei family's array has been broken."

"Oh? There are still such people here who can break the gathering of Yin array. Do you know who did it?

"The disciple has found out that it was completed by Liu Yi, a senior feng shui master named Yong Bowen and a senior feng shui master of the Chuncheng Master Practice Association. The yin on Fei Mo's body was melted before it was fully formed. At present, the Fei family's magic array has been completely destroyed and re-released by Liu Yi. The disciple just went to find Yong Bowen, but he couldn't beat him. Even the demon body given by the living Buddha was damaged. Please also ask the venerable to uphold justice.

"I didn't expect that there were such people in the Zhongtu Taoist family." There were several surprises in the room at the same time, but it soon calmed down. Hei San, the four of us have another heavy responsibility this time. You can put aside the matter of the Fei family for the time being and make every effort to check all the babies born in the spring urban area in the last week. We need the most detailed information, including the time of birth, body surface characteristics, the details of parents, and the signs at birth. In short, the more detailed it is. The better. Well, we also need to check what is special about the Chuncheng magic circle recently, and send people to monitor all the magic circle people entering and leaving the country, especially Buddhist-related personnel.

"Your Honorable, Na Yong Bowen..."

"Enough, I have said that you can put down the matter of the Fei family for the time being, and we can deal with it."

Hei San originally wanted to explain what happened to him tonight. Breaking the demon eight swords was not Taoist's kung fu, but when he heard that the venerable man's tone seemed to be unhappy, he dared not speak again and whispered, "Disciple, take the decree."

"Go and do it." With this sentence, the woman's moan in the room suddenly rose to a scale, and her voice seemed to be extremely happy and full of pain.

When Hei San heard the sound, a trace of imperceptible pain flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to say anything. He just turned around and left quickly as if he didn't hear anything.

After the woman screamed, she fell weakly on the old lama and couldn't help twitching gently. The light red light floated out of the sex organ**, like smoke and fog.

The old lama's whole body was full of anger, as if he were a dead man. Only the skin on his forehead fluctuated and made a drum-like muffled sound, which made the whole room tremble.

The other three lamas stopped chanting the scriptures, shouted loudly, and bowed to the old lama.

The old lama's lips did not move, and a low voice floated out from behind his head.

"Although what Hei San said is not important, you can't ignore it. Breaking my magic array and taking my sacred artifacts is a great insult to my teaching. Nabo Renchi, go and send Yongbo to the West for bliss."

"Yes, Master!"

One of the lamas bowed, took a light step towards the door, and disappeared into the room.