After speaking, he stopped listening to the answer. The figure is like a fallen leaf, fluttering gently, stepping out of the sky for dozens of meters, and has already stood in the center of the national road. In front of him, the leaves danced wildly, but they didn't dissipate, as if they were wrapped in an invisible beast.
"Why did the donor come?" After the old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, he folded his hands and asked with his eyes lowered.
"Haha..." A sharp laughter sounded beside his ear: "Master Chan Ming of Baima Temple, you are still alive... I heard that you were awarded one of the three highest combat powers in the world? Are you sent to guard your colleagues? If you don't die, you're a thief, you deserve to die, you always worry about it, do you think you have a long life?"
"Amitabha..." The old monk kept his brows still: "Evil ghosts are in the world, and poor monks dare not die."
He gently twisted the golden bodhi seed in his hand, his voice solemn: "So, tonight, the poor monk stopped here."
"The poor monk can feel...you and the one in the Pearl River...have the same vicious yin in your body. You...are not kind."
"Dare to ask your honorable name?"
silence.
Only the rustling of wind and leaves. After a long time, a voice sounded: "Subordinate to the new underworld, Taoist Shura, Qin Fu."
Chan Ming's eyes flashed, staring at the national road. After three seconds, he shook his head: "The subordinates of the underworld are underworld officials. The underworld is invisible to mortals, but you can."
"You are a serious ghost, not a sinister. Qin Shi... Amitabha... only hates poor monks with low mana."
"Stupid! You!" Qin Fu sneered: "This official came out in a hurry and didn't bring any supporting documents. I'll ask you, if I want to see her, where should I go? Have to take the national road? I can't feel one. The middle-level Fujun is waiting for me here? Want to meet me? How unreasonable is this?"
"and… "
"Have you felt the smell of blood that you have eaten recently?"
Zen Ming was stunned.
Really not
No, no, not even blood for months
How can this be
Is it true
Qin Ruo, who thinks he is very good at figuring out what he likes, said with a smile: "Old monk, go back to your White Horse Temple with peace of mind to retire. You can live a few more years. Let me tell you, today, this king is here on the orders of King Yama! The one from the Pearl River. It's done, and the ban on the Pearl River can be lifted. The entire Pearl River Delta will return to the underworld. What kind of merit is this? Would you let it or not?"
Master Chan Ming did not speak, he looked deeply at the center of the national road. There, a luxurious carriage parked behind countless fallen leaves, drawn by four skeletons and horse-drawn carriages. It is a typical ancient carriage in China. There are four palace lanterns hanging in the four corners, burning faint ghost fires. Except for an ancient corpse who was driving the car, there was no entourage.
Time seemed to stand still, and a full minute passed. Master Chan Ming smiled: "Heaven's great merit, Qin Shizhu, please."
The vast army behind him slowly moved away with the constant communication of orders. There was a sneer from the carriage, the zombie coachman flicked his whip, and the carriage rushed out with all the wind.
In the carriage, Qin Hui gently lowered the curtain. There was a string of Buddha beads hanging in his hand, rubbing it gently, and the two pinpoint-sized ghost fires kept beating in his eyes. After a long time, he snorted softly.
He came without an edict, beheaded first and then played.
He was in a hurry, very in a hurry.
He did not complete the order given by King Yan of Qin to take Kong Mo's head. The other party held several genitals in his hands, all of which were at the level of a mansion, and he didn't want to get hurt too badly. The best way is to contact other Taoist masters, and the two Taoist masters will attack together. Even if Kong Mo has great ability, he can only be captured.
The most important thing is... Qin Yanwang doesn't seem to have a good impression of him. To reverse this impression, the best way is to convince the other two Taoist masters that this achievement in suppressing the three vassals is definitely enough to gain Qin Yanwang's blue eyes.
However, they never met.
He doesn't know the habits of the other two Taoist masters at all. Don't think that there is no competition between ghosts of their level. Don't forget, the fastest way for ghosts to advance is to devour each other!
"In order to get the green eyes of the King of Hell, this time the old man has sacrificed himself..." He retracted into his luxurious brocade robe, and sighed faintly.
At this moment, a strange sound shrouded the outside of the car with the night wind.
Knock, knock... It's like a wooden fish, but it's not like the rhythmic sound of a wooden fish, but it is connected together and densely packed.
In a lonely car in the middle of the night, walking in an abandoned city, but I can hear the sound of endless sounds like a wooden fish. And the whimpering wind, as if approaching another world. Qin Hui lifted the curtain and looked at it, his red eyes the size of needles shrank suddenly.
They were crossing a main road. The modern city that used to be full of rainbows is now only a lifeless, dark-lit high-rise building, like silent tombstones in the dark night. There was a pitch-black gloom that was visible to the naked eye on the road. When they passed between the buildings, they brought countless chilling ghosts.
In this land of the dead, the only color is black. Mixed with pale white and bright red.
The red ones are lamps made of human skulls, hanging under the street lamps on both sides of the road. From the hideous black hole of skeletons, bright red ghost fires spewed out.
White is the color of skeletons, and there is a skeleton wind chime that looks like an isolation belt one meter high from the street lamp. Arm bones, leg bones, sternum... The human bones were suspended by black ropes, and when the yin wind blew, they made a sound like a wooden fish, and even the traces of gnawing on them could be seen.
No... that's not a rope, that's... a chain of blood-stained black hair!
There are even many human heads that have not been eaten cleanly. The rotten flesh is stuck with the solidified dark red blood clots, and they stare at this hell.
"It's really lacking in beauty." Qin Hui shook his head and was about to withdraw his gaze when suddenly, the sound of a gong sounded, followed by a high-pitched voice shouting: "Going on a errand, retreat!"
Qin Hui opened his mouth slightly in shock, and all the curtains rolled up. The wind howled, and he instantly appeared outside the car.
In front of them was a crossroads that had been abandoned for some time, and the street lights were full of crows. With this sound, on the left side of the intersection, suddenly a one-meter-high paper sticker jumped out.
He wore red clothes, matched with his pale face, and jumped forward while beating the gong. Following behind him, the second, the third... They kept jumping out of more than a dozen pieces of paper!
At twelve o'clock in the barren city, paper sticking to people at night, and human bones hanging on both sides, this absurd and terrifying picture spreads infinitely. After sixteen sticks of paper, there was a moment of silence. Immediately afterwards... With a clatter, a paw that was half a meter in size pressed against the corner wall, and the bricks and glass fell like rain.
"Sir, do you want to clean it up?" The zombie's voice was as smooth as an iron plate, and he said hoarsely.
"No need." Qin Hui slowly turned the golden Buddha beads in his hands, and said calmly, "This is 'dinner'. Legend has it that the Taoist Hungry Ghost has an unwritten rule that whoever interrupts her eating will be hers. The mortal enemy... well, this old man just happened to see how respectful this generation of Demon Empress is."
Just as he finished speaking, two figures with a height of four meters suddenly appeared around the corner.
His hands are as long as the ground, and his head is as big as a bucket. Red all over, wearing completely uncoordinated black and white impermanence clothes, holding a mourning stick, because his belly is too big, he completely stretched his abdominal clothes to reveal his bulging belly.
hungry ghost.
There is only hunger, the desire for flesh and blood has become an obsession, as long as there is something alive, there is nothing to eat without it. It is said that there is a forbidden technique for creating living dead in the West, which is inspired by hungry ghosts... Before Qin Hui could think about it, all the evil ghosts looked at him in an instant, and then Gujing moved away without a wave.
Behind them, followed by... a team of Yin spirits with hundreds of people!
"Traveling on a bad day?" At this moment, Qin Hui suddenly felt ridiculous.
Only after seeing the real Pengqiu, did I know how lame Dong Shixiao frowned.
Only after seeing the real sinister, did I know that arrogance and murderous aura could not be faked at all.
He was standing here, but the team didn't seem to see him, turning the intersection and going all the way, just ahead, there was a bridge.
This is the once famous bridge across the river in Zhuzhou City. It was built in the 1990s, but now this bridge... Seems something is wrong
It is blood red.
And, gently... little by little... wriggling
The Yin Lingrenlong divided Qin Hui and the bridge into two sides. He was as motionless as a stone sculpture, and only the Buddha beads in his hand showed that he was still alive. The driver stood silently behind him. Seeing that thousands of Yin spirits in that group finally fully walked onto the bridge.
Right now!
The "bridge" trembled suddenly, keeping straight and shrinking back crazily! Qin Hui's eyes jumped, and his eyes followed closely. Looking at the "bridge" back to the other side of the Pearl River, I also saw... On the other side of the bank, the dark clouds that had been shrouded in the palm of the hand suddenly dispersed, revealing a hideous face.
Hurala! All the Yin spirits, without any resistance, were instantly swallowed into this monster's mouth. That bridge... It turned out to be this monster's tongue across the Pearl River!
Even a zombie who has no feeling at all is trembling all over at this moment, and can't help but start shaking.
This scene is so strange, Jiangnan Jiangbei, across the river. In the deepest part of Jiangnan, black clouds are like weaving and ghosts are like stars. And in that black fog, a giant with a height of more than 100 meters suddenly stood up! With the yin qi in the sky, like a tengu eating the moon, he stretched his neck.
Her head is extremely large, and it can be vaguely seen from the naked body that she is a woman. The top of the head is bald, and the sides are covered with sparse gray hair, which flutters wildly. Under the blood-red skin, there seemed to be countless mice crawling around, constantly squirming. Just like Qin Fu, her eyes were also sunken and inlaid with two blood-red dots.
It is a symbol of the soul being burned by the fire of the six realms of karma.
The most evil existence in the world.
Hungry Ghost Daoist, Su Da's real body!