The green grass was immersed in the last red of dusk, swaying in the gentle evening breeze. Amid the chirping of cicadas, the fluttering hem of the robe and the cloth shoes bought stepped on the grass leaves and then passed by here.
While Lu Liangsheng was spreading his magical awareness to follow the Taoist, he put two fingers together in his wide sleeves and kept writing and drawing as he walked. The Righteous Heaven and Earth drew on his magical power to write out seal characters.
Under the other wide sleeve, the pine branch scroll held in the hand lit up with bursts of magical light.
In fact, he knew that if he really faced the Dharma Master who protects the country, his chances of winning were not great, and he could also choose not to become the enemy of the other party. But there was one thing that Lu Liangsheng had thought clearly in his mind a long time ago, that sooner or later he would fight against Pu Du Ci Hang.
If the other party wants to transform into a dragon, the destined person needs to cut off the monster's body with personal hands, just like a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate with its tail burning into the sky.
As the sky darkened, the night sky gradually became populated with stars. The scholar looked with a somewhat cold gaze towards the distance where there were thousands of lights.
"Originally I came to see you tonight, Chen Shubao, but it doesn't matter. If possible, we can meet in the second half of the night."
The tone was not loud, and he spoke in a low voice like a comment. After looking for two breaths, Lu Liangsheng withdrew his gaze, but his sword finger was still writing seal characters.
Soon, the figure disappeared into the woods, and the dark energy of "Soul Burial in the Underworld" began to spread, spreading around the scholar.
Snap, snap…
The birds returning to the forest felt the chill approaching and flapped their wings in panic, flying around in the woods.
The field outside the altar.
There were flames all over the sky dancing with the flying gravel, and talismans were burning, causing thunder in the sky and the earth to collapse. The Taoist on the other side took out a pill given by Lu Liangsheng and fed it to Zuo Zhengyang, then walked with strange steps in front of everyone.
His face was covered in sweat, and talismans kept turning over between his fingers, and under the spells, magic power surged out.
"Imperial command, all the gods from all directions, come here and follow me to form a formation!"
He flipped his fingers to form a spell, and as he pointed forward, the six burning and suspended talismans instantly disappeared into the air.
In front, Pu Du Ci Hang, wearing a golden cassock and a long-eared monk's hat, walked step by step up the stone steps engraved with the four scarlet characters "Pu Du Ci Hang". Facing the burning talisman papers that appeared out of thin air around him, he lowered his eyes and ignored them.
"Good, good!"
“Shan’er’s mother!” Sun Yingxian put his hands together and pointed them left and right, making a chopping motion: “Demon Subduing Formation!”
The flames from the six burning talisman papers illuminated the night, causing the guards, the cavalrymen of the arrest department, and Min Yuerou to raise their hands to block them. In the firelight, the Taoist magic moved horizontally in series, and six huge "imperial" runes rose up. When the talisman light flashed, the old monk who was walking in the middle paused.
Then, the raised monk's shoes fell down towards the Taoist without any hindrance as before.
A drop of cold sweat the size of a bean slid down the Taoist's forehead and onto his cheek.
"Oh my god, why doesn't the Taoist magic left by Master have any effect on it?!"
He lowered his head and quickly looked at the unconscious Zuo Zhengyang. He pressed a few acupuncture points on his empty shoulder to stop the bleeding. "Old Zuo, hold on!"
Immediately, he was dragged back. More than ten people with knives wanted to rush over to help. The Taoist raised his face and yelled at them.
"Don't come over here. I can't even defeat you. Go and die!"
In the shaking vision, the demon-subduing formation was completely ineffective. Pu Du Ci Hang just walked out through the talisman light. Along the way, the wild grass growing on the ground bent down without wind and leaned to the sides.
"I said to your mother..."
The Taoist looked at the old monk who was getting closer and closer, and almost instinctively withdrew his hand from Zuo Zhengyang. He turned around and wanted to use his escape technique to escape. He took a half step back, his eyes fell on the groaning unconscious figure, and then swept his eyes over the dozen people not far away.
Grit your teeth.
"How come you become like Lao Lu..."
He pulled Zuo Zhengyang and pushed him to one side, shouting to Min Yuerou and the others, "Keep an eye on him!"
He quickly took out the demon-hunting bronze mirror from his cloth bag, bit his index finger and wrote a Taoist talisman on the mirror.
"You evil monk with a female voice, I will fight you!"
The Taoist talisman drew its last stroke, he took a horse stance and flipped the bronze mirror in his hand.
"Imperial decree, all gods and spirits in the eight directions will be warded off!"
A beam of apricot-yellow light shone out from the bronze mirror and instantly fell on the figure in the golden cassock over there. There were a few "hissing" sounds in succession, and a few wisps of green smoke rose up. Pu Du Ci Hang closed his eyes slightly, and in an instant, a strong wind blew across the field, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.
The Dharma light seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness. It flickered a few times in the blackness and then broke off from the bronze mirror.
The Taoist clapped his hands twice and felt immediately disappointed.
"What the hell, what kind of junk the master left behind is so useless?!"
As he muttered a few words, he suddenly saw Pu Du Ci Hang almost three meters away from him, and he quickly raised his hand and waved it.
"Hey, there's something wrong with my magic weapon. Please wait for me for a while. Just stand there and don't move..."
Pu Du Ci Hang looked at him expressionlessly, and his monk shoes suddenly stopped. He tilted his head to look in one direction, only to hear a loud rustling sound, and a large number of things flew out from the woods.
The next moment, the magic power collided, and the monk swept his sleeves, and the densely flying objects all fell to the ground. The Taoist hurriedly took two steps back. There was a lot of copper coins scattered on the ground, standing up one after another, with a faint "hey xiu hey xiu" sound, rolling in a row, blocking the old monk's way forward.
"The Qiankun Copper Coin Formation..."
Sun Yingxian naturally knew who was coming. Pu Du Ci Hang on the opposite side also felt the scholar's magic power from the copper coin formation. With an expressionless face, he pushed the magic seal, and the copper coin formation seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. It moved towards the Taoist priest, making a series of crackling sounds and then flew away.
Min Yuerou, who was standing a little further away, was nearly hit by a flying copper coin, and a stone next to her was shattered with a bang.
… This is just the force of being squeezed and shot out by the magic power. If it hits directly by the magic power…
The woman didn't dare to think about what would happen next.
In this short moment, from the magic circle set up by the Taoist to the shattering of the copper coins, everyone here was dumbfounded. They originally thought they could help, but now it seems that it is even a question of whether they can save their lives.
Over there, Pu Du Ci Hang lowered his sleeves as a monk, and in his sight, the scattered copper coins stood up again, rolled on the ground with a "hey swish hey swish", and formed a magic circle in front of the Taoist again, while the sound of hooves could be heard on the ground.
And, the donkey brays.
Ah-ang-ha-
Hearing the donkey's bray, Min Yuerou subconsciously looked over and saw the old donkey she had seen in Lujia Village spreading its hooves and running towards them happily. However, in just a moment, it passed them and then... lowered its head to nibble on the grass.
The strange appearance of the old donkey finally brought a hint of expression to Pu Du Ci Hang's face.
The donkey, which was swinging its bald tail and leisurely eating grass, vaguely looked completely different under the power of the demon.
A dragon head, a lion's mane, a deer's horns, an elk's body... It was swinging its ox tail gracefully and majestically, chewing on the grass.
Feeling the silence for a moment, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what had happened. At this moment, Pu Du Ci Hang closed his eyes.
Namo Amitabha… Namo Amitabha… Namo Amitabha… Namo Amitabha…
"What's going on?!" "Where did the Sanskrit sound come from!"
Everyone's face suddenly changed. They held the hilts tightly and looked around. The Taoist helped Zuo Zhengyang, who was gradually regaining consciousness, to stand up and shouted, "Be careful! Cover your ears quickly."
The female voice of Pu Du Ci Hang was cold and peaceful.
"You all have too much murderous intent. You must know that you can put down your butcher knives and become a Buddha right away. You can cross the sea of suffering and reach the other shore."
He looked at the gradually full moon in the sky, raised his Dharma seal again, bowed his head and closed his eyes.
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
Buddhist sounds were all around, coming from all directions, as if captivating the heart. The Taoist held his breath and concentrated, then quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, using his magical powers. The expressions of the other ten or so people, including Min Yuerou, changed instantly, and they swayed in a trance and walked towards Pu Du Ci Hang with each step.
"Don't go over there, wake up..."
Ahem ang hum!
The old donkey drooped his two long ears and closed his ears. Lightning crackled on his body and the arcs of electricity hit everyone. They all trembled and their hair and beards stood up in an instant, and they fell down one by one.
call…
Amid the twitching crowd, the figure with the broken arm gritted his teeth and held up the blade, looking at the old monk chanting in Sanskrit over there, and slowly moved over with the blade.
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
…
The Buddhist chanting spread and was carried to a farther place in the strong wind. The circling panicked birds flapped their wings and flew towards this side. In a moment, they embraced balls of golden light and disappeared without a trace in the night sky.
Tap tap tap…
The fallen leaves in the forest splashed, and a figure spread rapidly. At a certain moment, the body shook violently, and Lu Liangsheng took a step and rushed out through the dense branches and leaves, leaping onto the field.
Um
Pu Du Ci Hang opened his eyes slightly, his figure in mid-air, his robes rustling, and the scroll in his hand unfolded and thrown into the night sky.
"Yin and Yang are reversed, Qiankun borrows the power!"
The hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, and the scholar's clear voice came out from his lips. A picture scroll unfolded in the night sky, full of images of evil spirits and skeletons. The only strange thing was that they all held suona, cymbals, drums, flutes and other musical instruments in their hands.
Soul burial in the underworld!
The Dharma light bloomed, and the surrounding yin energy rolled against the strong wind. The next second, there was a different vocalization in the soul-calling Sanskrit chant.
Didi da di… bang bang bang… di la da…
The miserable and desolate vocal music sounded faintly between heaven and earth, sorrowful and melancholy, fascinating the mind and making people lose their souls, as if sending them to the underworld to reincarnate in the afterlife.
The two sounds collided and mixed together. Min Yuerou and her group, who were twitching and confused on the ground, screamed heartbreakingly, covered their ears and rolled on the ground. Even the Taoist who was using his magic power to resist felt dizzy and his ears were buzzing.
The scholar in white and green robes descended lightly from mid-air and stepped firmly on the ground, as if he could not hear the people rolling and screaming on the ground. The two streams of magic sounds rushed down, and although it was uncomfortable, at least he would not be deceived and led to his death.
Pu Du Ci Hang's lips trembled faster, and the scholar made a finger gesture, increasing the power of the magic weapon floating in the air.
"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away..."
'Didi da da... bang da da da...'
After a moment, the French sounds conflicted and intertwined, and the original tones could no longer be heard.
Lu Liangsheng clenched his teeth, and blood flowed out of his nostrils, which he inhaled. He looked at the old monk opposite him and suddenly waved his sleeves.
"Master, save your energy."
Over there, he quickly moved his lips and stopped, Pu Du Ci Hang opened his eyes, and waved his hand without the vertical seal, and the soul-calling Sanskrit sounds around him stopped abruptly.
"Mr. Lu, your cultivation has improved. I, the Dharma Master, congratulate you."
"What are you trying to improve?" Lu Liangsheng smiled, suppressed his anger, and calmly took out a pair of earplugs made of cowhide and cotton wool from his ears, and spread them in his hands: "It's just a little trick."
He threw away the earplugs, and in an instant, he flipped his palm and the copper coins on the ground flew up.
… The first step has been taken, now it’s time for the second step.
…
"It's Mr. Lu..." "Great, he's finally here!"
Min Yuerou pursed her lips tightly, looking at the copper coins piled up over there, forming a copper coin sword in her palm, and tears were about to flow out.
"Mr. Lu..."
The next moment she was murmuring in a low voice, she was interrupted by a sharp roar.
Zuo Zhengyang, who was staggering towards the target with a knife, shouted "Monster!" and chopped down at Pu Du Ci Hang's head.
The knife cut into the flesh.