Chapter 337 Where is the corpse demon

The evil spirit was temporarily restrained. We approached the gate of the main house. My brother held the copper talisman in his mouth and carefully used the Qiankun Sword to open a gap.

Behind the door are thick curtains, covered with scriptures, covering the entire door so that it is airtight.

The coldness and evil spirits were radiant, and it was pitch black inside. My brother asked in a low voice: "Master, are you still alive?"

"I have nothing to do for the time being. Come in and close the door and you can see... Huiqing, stay at the door." The old monk ordered.

Listening to his words and thinking clearly, he should be able to control the scene.

Huiqing curled her lips and said nothing, lifting the curtain for me to signal me to go in.

The moment the door closed, two candlelights lit up in the room... were candles with runes written on them.

The candle flames pounded slightly, and it looked yin and qi-like.

Old Monk Yuanhui sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, and two people fell to the ground in front of him, probably the two uncles of Monk Huiqing.

The thatched hut is just a shell, and it is a stone chamber with Buddhist scriptures engraved on the walls, ceiling and floor.

The wall was covered with ancient shelves, and there were countless small wooden Buddha statues on them, all of which were sitting upright, with scriptures engraved on them, and they were painted with cinnabar.

Those red twisting lines felt like blood was emitting all over the body of the small Buddha statue.

These small wooden Buddha statues are not fixed, but are like ornaments in a car. The head is connected to the body with a spring. Under the hazy candlelight, I feel that these small Buddha statues are shaking their heads and looking at us.

I have never seen Master Yuanhui before, and I don’t know what he looks like, but Yuanhui now looks so scary.

His face turned gray, his skin drooped, and his blood-red lower eyelid was torn apart by the falling skin, and his eyeballs looked particularly large.

The skin is dry, the bones are as thin as fire, and it looks like a skeleton.

It looks like a dead person.

"...Who are you two?" His blood-covered eyes stared at me and my brother.

"We are friends of Huiqing, with the surname Mu, two brothers and sisters." My brother replied simply.

I think everyone in this circle should know who it is.

"It turned out to be two friends from the Mu family..." The old monk tried to laugh and said, "There are two cushions here, so you can sit there. Don't blame me for not being very good at judging by the fact that I really can't move at all..."

He gestured to the two cushions on the ground with his eyes.

What a joke, the corpses lying in front of the two futons, how dare we sit?

"No need, just stand. What happened here? Are these two masters still saved?" I asked in a low voice.

The old monk looked at me with a deep look, and I felt that his life was not long.

"Miss Mu's aura is different from that of ordinary people... Could it be that after the incident in Huangdao Village, the merits were fulfilled and they were transcendent?" He asked tentatively.

"...It's not so easy to be extraordinary. I just have the favor of the immortals and practice tremblingly." I replied in a low voice.

My brother frowned and said, "Master, you look like you are at the end of your strength and will not be able to suppress it sooner or later... What's the difference between my sister and it's my sister's business, and others are worried about it... Why do you ask so much? Why don't you quickly find a way to solve it!"

Master Yuanhui smiled faintly: "Mu Dangjia has a sharp vision and a straightforward personality. I admire you very much... That piece of evil wood is sitting on the bed... It is located under my futon... At present, it seems that this is a conspiracy. Some people want to seriously damage the righteous people of monks, Taoism and secular people and take the opportunity to subvert. This black evil wood is the method where the corpse demon is located--"

His words suddenly stopped, his face looked strange, and his drooping skin twitched.

The evil spirit was like surging magma, and a bubble popped out from his place with a gurgling sound, and exploded in the house with a bang—

At that moment, the black air filled the whole ground and turned into abyss-like black. We stood by the door and felt like we had fallen.

The old monk trembled with his hands, tried his best to tact the Buddhist beads, and raised his last strength to recite the Buddha's name.

"Namo Namo Ah Tathagata..." His lips trembled, and his voice echoed faintly after it made.

After he recited it many times, the small wooden Buddha statues on the ancient shelf around him began to tremble one by one, and the spring moved slightly, causing the head of the Buddha statue to tremble slightly.

In the candlelight, it looked like a bloody struggle, and countless small Buddha statues were trembling, as if they were singing the Buddha's name together.

Even if you fall into hell and suffer deeply, you can still obtain the relief of Ah Tathagata with a few good roots.

Does the old monk think this darkness is the Buddhist hell?

The black fog gushed in front of him, and something seemed to have broken through the boundaries!

A swollen, white, ulcerated and pus stretched out from the hole! He held two corpses on the ground in his hands, inserted his black nails into the swelling corpse, and squeezed out a pile of dirty blood.

"Ah——!!" I screamed in surprise: "Brother, this is that cave! The cave where the corpse refiner and corpse raising demon!"

My brother was also scared. He turned around and pushed me and wanted to run out: "This is not something that human forces can solve! Old monk, come here quickly!"

When he turned around and called the old monk Yuanhui, Yuanhui's eyes suddenly burst, and a Buddha's name like a lion's roar was deafening. Thousands of small Buddha statues around him shook violently, and some of his head fell off.

The corpse demon's hand quickly retracted into the black hole and took away the two corpses... Has it got new food?

The old monk squirted out blood and said in a hoarse voice: "Mu Dangjia... is right... this is not within the power of manpower... tell Huiqing to close the temple and disperse the monks... Don't get close to this hut anymore, I can still hold on, I can still hold on..."

The consequences of such persistence are still worrying. I pulled my brother out with lingering fear, and finally glanced at the old monk who looked haggard and like a skeleton.

His sudden eyes stared at me, his chin covered in blood.

As soon as we came out, my brother immediately pulled Huiqing out of the bamboo gate and anxiously conveyed the old monk's "lasting words".

Huiqing kicked a tree hard. He was very angry about this helplessness and despair, but he couldn't find any way.

I silently recited the Fengdu Baotuo and invited the seventh and eighth masters over.

After Hei Wuchang appeared, he stared at me and said, "Little Empress, when we enter the mountain gate of Buddha and Bodhisattva, our strength will be weakened and we will not be able to deal with the things here!"

Bai Wuchang slowly floated to me and said lazily: "Come on, Lao Ba, even if it doesn't weaken, what can we do?"

Why, Master Bai Qi also thinks this thing is extremely powerful?

"Little Empress~~I think you'd better invite Lord Emperor... Let the little monk close the mountain gate, pray to the Buddha, and inform their Bodhisattvas."

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I hid in the back seat of the car and secretly used a breast extractor to solve the swelling and pain on my chest. The electric breast extractor was very powerful and made it a little stinging.

Jiang Qiyun suddenly appeared next to me, scaring me so much that I almost knocked over the bottle.

"...It's not that I haven't seen it, why are you nervous?!" He frowned in displeasure.hf();
Chapter completed!