Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding Chapter 8

  Chapter 8 Who will go to **** if I don't go to hell

   "Chicodo, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicodo Prajna Samoyed."

  Ji Que, who was sitting on a branch with a rotten egg in his hand, heard clearly the mantra of Fenglian Sect for the first time.

  In the streets and alleys, all the members of the Fenglian Sect were wearing black robes, reciting scriptures, and at the same time sprinkled yellow paper to pollute the environment.

  They are tall and short, fat and thin, with pale faces, and they look like walking dead.

  In the middle of the team, a black chariot was pulled by four skinny congregants.

  The chariot was thick and big, looking like a huge black coffin, but the congregation pulling the chariot was thin and tall, like a bamboo pole.

  The rope pulling the cart got stuck in their flesh and blood, and Ji Que always had the illusion that the powerful rope would tear their bodies apart.

  Behind the black team, there were people in various clothes following, step by step. Naturally, they were the people newly bewitched by the Fenglian Sect this time.

   Ji Que roughly counted, and nearly a hundred people have already been tricked.

   Fenglianjiao has such a big appetite this time?

  He remembered that in the past, the Fenglian Sect would take dozens of people away in one night, but this time it just arrived in Yuhua Lane, and it was like this.

  Audible to the human ear, the missionary voice this time is much louder than before.

  Honestly speaking, Ji Que is still a little nervous about attacking Fenglian Sect tonight.

   After all, Fenglian Sect is more evil.

   But he was just nervous.

  More, it was a racing heart and excitement, just like the first time he knocked over a ruffian with a brick.

  Men are born with adventurous and violent genes, and so is Ji Que.

  Bad luck plagued him, he had even gotten used to the stimulation, otherwise there would be a sick void.

   Now, here comes the excitement!

   Bang Bang Bang

  Neighbors in Yuhua Lane opened their doors one after another. Ji Que saw Boss Zhang at the tofu stall at a glance, but he didn't expect that the other party was the first to fall in the alley.

  I still have to eat sweet tofu nao tomorrow morning.

   Ji Que flicked his hand, and a rotten egg flew down with a bang, hit Boss Zhang's neck, and bloomed.

   Boss Zhang, who had been in a daze, woke up suddenly, only feeling a stench coming into his nostrils, and couldn't help but want to vomit.

  He soon realized something was wrong, covered his mouth, and rushed back into the house.

  The team of Fenglian Sect continued to move forward, and the congregants were like walking corpses, and they didn't notice this wave at all.

   Just when Ji Que was about to continue throwing rotten eggs, there was a sudden sound of wooden fish.

  The sound of the wooden fish penetrated the chanting of the Fenglian Sect, so clear that the entire team of the Fenglian Sect came to a standstill.

  Some people stood there dumbly, their eyes still chaotic, but they did not continue to follow.

  An expert?

  Ji Que followed Muyu's prestige and found a "light bulb" in the dark Yuhua Alley.

  Under the moonlight, a bald old monk walked over while beating the wooden fish and reciting scriptures.

  He is dressed in a white monk's robe, coupled with that fluttering white beard, he looks like a master.

  At this time, a deep male voice came from the chariot—"Monk, why are you blocking our way?".

  The old monk continued to knock on the wooden fish and said: "Your religion has taken away too many innocent people, and it cannot continue."

  The voice in the chariot came again—"You old bone, can you stop it?".

  The old monk stroked his beard, his clothes shook, revealing the huge one-eyed blue dragon on his shoulders, and replied: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

   At this moment, Ji Que felt stable.

  This monk is the standard configuration of an eminent monk in terms of his mind, temperament, conversation, even tattoos and appearance.

  The next moment, the black lotus on the chariot was lifted, revealing two figures of a man and a woman.

   This is the first time Ji Que has the opportunity to watch masters fight, so he can't help but concentrate.

  He has never had a clear understanding of his own strength. He can only prove through constant misfortune that he is very durable and capable of fighting in this area of ​​Sangshui County, but he is only limited to gangsters and strongmen.

As for the few well-known martial arts masters in the county, he has gone to verify them. For example, the seventy-five-year-old "Old Tan Leg" Uncle Tan, and the seventy-eight-year-old "Peach Boxing" Mr. Li are basically not his. opponent.

   Now that he has the blessing of Tai Chi, his skill has improved to a higher level, so it is even more uncertain.

  With this observation, he can probably get a little idea of ​​himself and the Fenglian Sect, and then determine the combat strategy.

  The Fenglian Sect must die. Whether he uses guerrilla warfare to kill him gradually, or he dies recklessly depends on the opponent's ability.

  Of course, the Fenglian Sect is likely to be overthrown by the old monk tonight.

  Because Ji Que had never seen such a mighty monk, especially with the lifelike green dragon on his shoulder, it felt like Fa Hai was reincarnated.

   "Chicodo, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicodo Prajna Samoyed."

  On the chariot, the two black-robed men from the Fenglian Sect spoke at the same time.

  The sound was like thunder, I don't know how many times stronger than when it was preaching before, and it immediately suppressed the sound of the monk's wooden fish.

  The people and congregation who were already motionless shook their bodies and followed directly, even showing a strange smile on their faces.

  At this time, people in the nearby streets and alleys kept opening the doors, walking towards this side like walking corpses.

  The great monk shouted loudly, the wooden fish knocked louder, and the sound of the Buddha became louder.

   But as he grows bigger, the voices of the two men in black robes are even thicker, as if the Buddha is one foot taller and the devil is one foot taller.

  But Ji Que didn't panic at all, this eminent monk didn't know how many backers he had.

   As a result, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and when he raised his head, his seven orifices began to bleed.

  Ji Que was taken aback, and secretly said: "No way?"

   Monk's hip pull suddenly was unexpected by Ji Que.

   This seemingly unfathomable old monk seemed to really have no backs. At this time, he was already half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as if he was dying.

  Ji Que knows, so he can't wait any longer.

  Wait again, this monk is really going to hell.

   Without any hesitation, the two rotten eggs in the basket flew out, slid out of two brisk arcs, and smashed into the mouths of the two men in black robes who were reciting spells on the chariot.

  The eerie magic sound became indistinct, and then stopped abruptly.

"what!"

   "It stinks!"

   "Smelly monk, play dirty!"

   Immediately afterwards, there were two violent vomiting sounds.

   Seeing this, the old monk quickly wiped away the blood and tears, and frantically knocked on the wooden fish.

  So the people who had a hideous face regained a little clarity, showing a blank expression.

who am I? Where do I come from? Where are you going?

   "Feng, Fenglian Cult? Run!"

   Some reacted quickly, and found that they were actually in the team of the Fenglian Sect, so they hurried back and ran back.

  The two masters of the Fenglian sect on the chariot were also amazing. With luck, they sucked the water from the ditch next to them into their mouths, and after a loud drink, they sprayed the water out, like a water gun.

  The next moment, the magic sound played again.

   "Chicodo, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicodo Prajna Samoyed."

  The people who had escaped halfway trembled in an instant, and walked over like walking dead.

  Ji Que threw two more rotten eggs without hesitation, and then there were two crackling sounds of rotten eggs breaking in his mouth, and the magic sound stopped abruptly again.

  The originally dull-faced people regained a little clarity, showing a dazed expression.

who am I? Where do I come from? Where are you going?

   "Feng, Fenglian Cult? Run!"

  Some reacted quickly, and found that they were actually in the team of Fenglian Sect, and ran home scrambling.

"Wow!"

  The master of Fenglian Sect on the left vomited, and after slapping the monk and the wooden fish out with one palm, he frantically sucked water and rinsed his mouth, while looking at the maple tree behind him, he shouted: "There are still masters!"

  Almost at the same time, the two black-robed men rushed towards the maple tree where Ji Que was while rinsing their mouths with water, as fast as lightning!

  (end of this chapter)

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