At the moment when he fell to the ground, many distracting thoughts arose in Maitreya’s mind. In addition to his arrogance, he did not judge the strength of the enemy or the enemy, but also obsessive concerns. He was unable to maintain his own thoughts before his life and death. He concentrates on maintaining the enchantment, so he puts himself in life and death, and is unable to recite the Buddha's meditation and bless the enchantment.
There were many mistakes and regrets, but everything was over, and even the wind acupoint was too late to use. Maitreya thought about repenting his behavior in an instant, then closed his eyes, letting his body fall to the ground and his head was blank. Waiting for the encroachment of the prajna ghost, but after waiting for a long time, it didn't feel much. Instead, a pair of soft hands lifted himself up.
"Master, are you all right!"
"Shi Shi, I'm not dead?" Maitreya returned to his senses, looking at the three-point depressed beauty in front of him, feeling aching all over after learning, and touching his face in disbelief.
"Of course you weren't dead, but if you didn't have my master, you would have died with no bones." A frivolous voice came, and Maitreya turned his head and saw a teenager standing there with a boy's bun.
Not only the frivolous Taoist boy, there is also a veteran in a gauze suit who is holding a sword and fighting the Fusang ghost Hemo. The two swords and swords cut each other, raising their hands from time to time, and there is a burst of explosion in the air. That is the mana of the two, as well as the confrontation between the shuriken and the money dart.
"Shi Shi, the sword bag!" Maitreya looked at the Daoist chief who was fighting against He Mao Daoxing, and after thinking about it for a moment, he immediately asked Shi Shi for the sword bag.
"Here!" Shi Shi in a black dress took out the sword pouch from behind, Maitreya took it in his hand, and picked up the Zen stick on the side. Seeing the situation in the field, he was ready to take an opportunity, but didn't want the one on the side. The young Dao Tong stopped over.
"Hey, what do you want to do?"
"Of course... Hey, it's you." Maitreya wanted to answer subconsciously, but after seeing Dao Tong's face, he was taken aback for a while, because he knew Dao Tong.
In Lanruo Temple two years ago, Maitreya and Yan Chixia fought against the tree demon grandmother, and the old demon from Black Mountain came to capture him and Yan Chixia and drag them to the underworld prison.
At the last moment, Ning Caichen, who had left, invited the Caolu layman to help. He finally won and saved his life. At that time, I remembered that there was a dangling Taoist boy beside the Caolu layman. It was the boy in front of him. Maitreya remembered that the other party was called Xiaogui. .
"Do you know me?" Seeing Maitreya's face full of surprise and different words, Dao Tong couldn't help but glanced at him carefully, but didn't remember. After all, he and Maitreya were only one side.
"That is the Lingshi, but the Caolu layman?" Maitreya couldn't directly call the other party's name, always feeling a little cursing, so he looked at the veteran in the field and asked.
"Of course, you still know my master!" Dao Tong Xiaogui had an expression of'you really know the goods'.
"Three years ago, Lanruo Temple saved his life thanks to the Taoist commander... Has the teacher dealt with Fusang ghosts?" Maitreya talked to Daotong Xiaogui while watching the crackling with He Mao Daoxing in the field. The Caolu layman suddenly turned to ask.
"Fusang ghost? What are you afraid of? My master has never caught him..." Xiaogui didn't understand what Maitreya said, and subconsciously it was a bragging. As a result, he beat He Mao Daoxing in the distance with the Caolu layman with a sword. He passed through the opponent, and then he was hit by the opponent's palm and flew back.
"Master..." Seeing that the master was flying upside down, the little tortoise, who had opened his mouth, didn't care about talking to Maitreya, and hurriedly greeted him and hugged the master to ask.
The Caolu layman was hit with a palm, and He Mao Daoxing in the distance was pierced by a sword, but nothing happened, just like a madness, and rushed to Shi Shifei from the ground.
"Prajna Paramita." Maitreya looked at He Mao Daoxing who flew over, unable to understand the sword bag, recalled his Zen stick, and then threw it at him.
The Zen stick wrapped in Vajra Mana stabs towards him, He Mao Daoxing sees it, and he swipes the long knife in his hand with a sharp sound. The copper-inlaid Zen stick is cut in two immediately, and the mana is dissipated. Fortunately, this is also Maitreya. Bought time.
"The shape of a god is like a sword." Maitreya threw the Zen stick, bought enough time for himself, untied the sword bag in his hand, concentrated his mind, shouted loudly, choked with a sword chant, and drilled a white snake-like white exercise in the bag. , Following his fingers, biting straight towards He Mao Dao.
Zhang Yuchuan’s sword is called Firefly Muscle. The blade is nine inches long and is placed in a bag. This sword is carried by Zhang Yuchuan for sacrifice all the year round. It develops spirituality early, just like the owner. It enjoys beauty and ugliness. When encountering an ugly owner, he will resist the sacrifice. Practice.
Maitreya relied on his extraordinary appearance and was entrusted with this sword by Zhang Yuchuan. He had already finished the sacrifice a long time ago, and it was useless to wear it on his body. At this moment, he released the sword and Bai Lian greeted him in the sky. Shigeru Dao line, only one head was left flying into the air, and the body wearing Jin Yuori and large armor fell under Maitreya's feet.
"Nasai, Wanna Nasai? Oh Nai He Mo Dao Xing..." He Mo Dao Xing's head turned crimson, not dying in the sky, but a whirring complaint, basically how I He Mo Dao Xing How, why is it that God treats me so unfairly!
"Oh, what the hell is this?" Dao Tong Xiaogui helped his master up and watched the rest of the sky in the sky. He still complained about the heavens and others. He Mao Daohang, who burst out with great resentment, couldn't help but almost be killed. Scared to pee.
Maitreya used the sword capsule to retract the white light of the firefly muscle, put the short sword capsule into his arms, and looked up in the sky at Kamo Daoxing, who had become particularly terrible, and his face was very contemplative. This Fuso ghost is more difficult than the Huaxia ghost. It lies in this place.
It is often said that this supernatural being is even more so when one side feeds the other people.
Huaxia has its own definition of monsters and ghosts. They are: the fake of human beings is a monster, the spirit of things is a spirit, the soul of a person is a ghost, the heavens and the earth are obedient, and there are strange things, gods are not righteous, evil, and human beings are infatuated as demons. Favoring heresy is an outsider.
Because people’s minds are well-organized, coupled with the stability of the central court, there are fewer evils and strangers in China. Even if there are monsters, most of them belong to one kind, and they don’t even need monks. Ordinary people understand the ways and use some. Cinnabar black dog blood, no matter how bad it is, Sun and Thunder is enough to deal with, but Fusang is different.
Fusang is located in a wild corner, full of wars, blood and flesh everywhere, bones piled, and the people are deprived of their homes, people are crazy, and they all worship ghosts as gods, making all ghosts and monsters naturally have the characteristics of foreign demons.
It is generally difficult to deal with Fusang ghosts with the things of Huaxia against ghosts and monsters. It is generally difficult to work, because the water and soil are not satisfied, and sometimes even the local method of Fusang is not fixed. 'It's not called'Quiet'.
This is also when Maitreya first arrived in Shijia Town, he did not hesitate to kill the six members of the Shi family, forcing everyone to change their minds, saying that it was the Japanese pirates who caused the chaos, not the cause of the ghosts. They were obviously ghosts. NS.
(End of this chapter)