The substitute sister found that the plot collapsed

Chapter 93
"So... you murdered a lot of people." Anger gathered in Xu Ying's eyes, and she thought that he still had human thoughts and could save his life.Now it seems that no matter whether it is controlled by Yan's instinct or not, his actions are no different from evil cultivators.

"Without me, they may not be able to survive." Seeing the irreconcilable contradiction between them, the priest changed his mind and was about to go to the side of the Buddha lamp.

It's hard to say whether the two of them can kill him now, but he suffered a big loss before, and he can't keep the bottom line anymore.

Even more obscure Buddhist words were recited from the priest's mouth. This time, the light of the Buddha lamp dimmed slowly, and a string of characters flew out from the Buddha lamp, gradually forming a closed circle around the Buddha, and a big bell buzzed. Then it spread out, and the noise was so loud that the two of them covered their ears.

"This is an attack on the consciousness." Ozawa's voice spread into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"That Ugo..." Xu Ying turned her head to look, and Ugo covered her ears and frowned irritably, her complexion gradually turned pale.

Consciousness was originally his weakness.

Although Ozawa can help her resist the priest's attack, but it is not possible to deal with him in turn.

Without thinking about it, Xu Ying once again summoned the fireball and went straight towards the priest's face, but the fireball was blocked by the Buddhist text and could not get close to the priest's body.

"Come here!" the priest stopped chanting and looked into the eyes of the two men and shouted.

Xu Ying naturally didn't respond, but Wu Ge actually walked towards him step by step.

!

Controlled?

Xu Ying felt anxious and wanted to hold Hugo back, but she was not as fast as him.In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the priest.

"Give me..." The priest gave the command again, but was beheaded by Ugo with a single sword.

how come……?The priest's head that fell to the ground was full of shock, one or two, he couldn't do anything about it?
"It's so noisy!" Ugo stepped on the priest's healed body again in disgust, with such force that his chest cavity was obviously sunken.

"I'm not reconciled!" The priest really didn't understand, how could he be defeated so quickly when he tried all kinds of moves of other monks?
Without the control of the priest, the light of the Buddha lamp returned to its original state, and the shadow cast on his face gave him the familiar distorted and strange feeling again.

But the news basically came out. The priest who was useless was burnt to death by Ugo. Although his limbs regenerated quickly, as long as the firepower was strong enough, it would be enough to destroy him.

All that remains is to deal with the Buddha lamp.

However, according to the priest, he received the inheritance after touching the Buddha lamp, so will it have the same effect when it's their turn?
Just when Xu Ying was about to touch the Buddha lamp with her hand, there was a sudden burst of noisy voices from under the pagoda, and one of them, who was still very familiar, was Song Zhuo.

"Anyway, the priest is already dead, so it's not too late to see it later." Xu Ying felt that it would be bad if there would be other unexpected changes when touching the Buddha lamp, and that he should be rescued if he has been with Song Zhuo for so long. up.

"That's fine." Ugo said he had no objection, besides, the golden bowl was still in Song's hand, bringing him up, maybe there would be more gains.

The speed of going downstairs was much faster than before. When the two arrived at the door, the family escorting Song Zhuo hadn't said a few words.

"I asked you to buy a few sticks of incense, why did you crush them all?" the man reprimanded viciously, and slapped Erya on the face.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Erya's voice was sharp and wronged. It's not like she didn't work, and she still cares about such a trivial matter. The big deal is to buy it again!

"Father, don't hit Second Sister, I'll just go and buy another one." The little boy looked like he was only seven or eight years old, and his legs and feet did not change into thick and strong elephant legs like his father and sister. .

Only the ears were as big as palm-leaf fans, and his head seemed to be unable to support the extra weight. He was still shaking when he held it on with his hands, as if he was about to fall the next moment.

"Little Treasure, you just need to be obedient." The son's words made the man's face calm down.

Generations of people have lived here, the total population is decreasing year by year, the normal food has long been gone, and the remaining meat pigs are also mixed with blood.Most of the newborns die prematurely due to the mutation, and those who have been carried over have not adapted to the second mutation, cannot eat the existing food, and starve to death is also a common occurrence.

Up to now, his family has had six or seven children, but only three survived.Can these children still take on the heavy responsibility of reproduction in the future?The man doesn't know and doesn't care about these things. He has already tried his best to survive, and he doesn't have the energy to think about things that will happen tens or hundreds of years later.

But usually for the only son, the man held it in his hands for fear of falling, and held it in his mouth for fear of melting, and he was reluctant to let him do any heavy work.

He even thought about the rewards he would get for coming to sacrifice here this time. He hoped that his son could also get some guidance. It would be great if he became a monk like the child from the west side.

So in addition to this most important pure human being, he also asked his second daughter to prepare more incense and come here to enshrine and call out the priest. Who would have thought that this girl is unreliable, she can mess up such trivial matters, and she doesn't restrain herself even if she is strong. He wasted a few taels of money in vain.

"Take care of him here!" The man gave Er Ya an order in a rough voice, touched the remaining money himself, and felt that it should be enough, so he walked to a small shop selling incense next to him.

Xu Ying discussed with Ugo and thought that they could disguise themselves as priests and ask them why they sent people here.

The first thing to solve is the height problem. The priest is already an adult, and he has experienced two mutations and is still a Buddhist cultivator. He is tall and strong, and the two are stacked high. safe.

So the bored Erya and Xiaobao were still sitting on the futon and chatting casually, and by chance, they saw a figure sitting cross-legged in the palm of the huge Buddha statue, and they were startled and yelled loudly.

"Father! There's someone here!" Xiaobao immediately ran out to chase the man, in a hurry.

And Er Ya, who had just walked two steps, thought of something, her little thoughts became active, and she turned her head and knelt on the futon and gave a few big gifts to the man in black.

"Excuse me, sir?" Erya said softly, pinching her throat, even though there were no abnormalities in her legs and feet, and her voice didn't fit her image because it was a bit pretentious, "This is my tribute to you." pure human beings."

Song Zhu, who was howling, was pushed forward by her and fell to the heel of the Buddha statue.

"Yes." The man in black spoke slowly, because he was not familiar with the language here, Ugo could only speak slowly to reduce the chance of making mistakes.

But the few words in Erya's eyes proved his identity as a priest even more, and the frenzy in her eyes almost burned her whole body.

"Master Priest," Erya hesitated, because she had never been in contact with it before, so she had to make up a new excuse, "Eh... well, I wonder if you can teach me how to practice?"

After Erya finished speaking, she wished she could bite off her stupid tongue. Why did she seem to be asking for something when she said it?The kind that doesn't teach or give people.

My lord priest...wouldn't be misunderstood like this?
Er Ya looked up anxiously, she was a little far away, and her eyes were still mortal eyesight, she couldn't see the expression on the priest's face at all.

"can."

Just when Erya was wringing her fingers hesitantly and thinking about what to say to make it up, she heard the voice of permission from the priest.

She looked up in disbelief for a moment, then was overwhelmed by the gushing excitement.

(End of this chapter)