The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 149 The Great Terror Between Life and Death

Zhu Wei sat by the river, tears streaming down his face.He never thought that one day he would be so sad.It seems that all the happiness in life has left him, and the memories of eating, drinking and playing are blurred. I only remember the way my father kept shaking his head and sighing when he was a child.

"This kid is really too stupid."

"Father is very disappointed in you."

"In your life, all you have left is to eat and wait to die."

"If you are not the only son, I don't want you to inherit the incense. I am afraid that my grandson is as stupid as you."

……

These words circulated repeatedly in Zhu Wei's mind, thinking that he had let go of it, but now they cut him like a knife.

But Bao Zheng, who was standing next to Zhu Wei, was laughing out loud until his mouth cramped, but he still couldn't stop.At this time, Bao Zheng could only see himself riding a horse as the number one scholar in the Gold List High School, and also seeing himself rising to the top, becoming a minister of the highest rank in less than 30 years old... just smiled, but Bao Zheng gave him a ruthless smile He slapped himself.

This slap was so hard that half of his face was swollen.

The severe pain gave Bao Zheng a sliver of clarity, and he bit his lips again, reminding himself in his heart: "No, what I want is not an extreme minister, I want to plead for the lives of the people, and I want to return the world to the world." ,I want……"

But as soon as this idea came up, the illusion before Bao Zheng's eyes changed again. He was already wearing an official uniform and sitting in the courtroom, and there were domineering men who took advantage of their status as royal relatives and relatives to snatch civilian women.

"Bao Zheng, my father is the prince and I am the son of the world. What is the crime of playing with two civilian girls? If you dare to move a finger of mine, I will make you black and white!" Say.

Bao Zheng slapped the gavel and shouted: "Presumptuous! Zhang Long Zhao Hu, take down this lunatic!"

In this illusion, Zhu Wei's two generals became his arresters.

A situation like this happened to everyone on the shore, they were crying and laughing, and gradually fell into madness.

After accumulating more than 20 years of the power of seven emotions and six desires, all of them were detonated by the mutated real seven emotions, instantly turning everyone into his own captives. Even if he can win this match, everything that he has painstakingly managed will be completely destroyed.

But Daoist Qiqing no longer cared about so much, his human side was already dead when Mou Zhixuan injected the poison, and the remaining Gu worm side merged with Mou Zhixuan's body, turning into the ghostly appearance he is now. Monsters are not as good.

There is no point in cultivating Taoism like this, and the dojo is meaningless. It is better to vent out and drag everyone to be buried together.

Daoran stood on Modoye's shoulders, and there were many sparkling Seven Emotions Gu flying around him, giving him the power to resist these spreading emotions.

But these bugs are obviously a little bit full, and the speed of devouring the power of emotions is getting slower and slower, and it is estimated that they will explode soon if they continue.

"Master Daoran, what should we do now?" Modoye said anxiously.

The eight divisions of Tianlong are all evil gods, and the six roots are originally unclean. Modoye is affected by the power of emotions, and the cruel and murderous nature of the Yasha family is almost uncontrollable.All around were crying and laughing mortals, he really wanted to trample them all to death.

Daoran sighed: "In that case, you should go back first."

"But..." Before Modoye could refuse, his body turned into green smoke and disappeared.

Daoran sent Modoye away, and faced the Qiqing Daoist who had mutated into a snake.

"Amitabha, this little monk is here, you and I may as well settle your grievances here." Daoran said.

"Hahaha, you little bald donkey is still somewhat responsible, but you made me look like this, do you think I will give you a good time? Aren't you going to save people, I will let you watch them If you become demented, this crime will all be blamed on you."

Daoist Qiqing grinned grimly, and continued to mobilize the power of emotions to drive everyone into a complete madness.

Daoran sighed: "Oh, I didn't want to use this trick at first, but you refused to die obediently. It's really a sin."

Hearing Daoran's words, Qiqing Daoist angrily threw his tail covered with insect shells and insect claws at him.

Dao Ran didn't dodge or evade, and forced himself to eat this tail.

Don't look at the strength of Daoist Qiqing who became stronger after possessing Mou Zhixuan, but the damage caused by this tail is far inferior to that of the magic weapon long sword.

Daoran completely ignored Qiqing Daoist's attack, clasped his hands together, and began to chant the mantra.

"Namo Amitabhaya... Amitabha... Amitabha..."

What Daoran recited was not the Heavenly Dragon Babu Bodyguard Mantra, but the Rebirth Mantra that he had learned for a long time but had never played a role.

At first, Daoist Qiqing didn't feel anything.

This rebirth curse is a spell to save the souls of the dead. Although he has turned into this ghostly appearance, he is actually still alive, and the rebirth curse will not have any effect on him.

"This little bald donkey was beaten stupid, right? Or is he going to save these people in advance?"

Before Qiqing Daoist figured it out, the sound of Dao Ran's chanting had spread throughout the entire Qiandeng River, even to the bottom of the river.

Gudong.

A bubble bubbles up from the silt deep in the river bottom.

Then, a hand that was already swollen and rotting.

This rotten ghost hand peeled away the mud, revealing its mutilated body, and began to struggle to swim towards the surface of the lake.

Such scenes appear everywhere at the bottom of Qiandeng River.

In the past 20 years, how many wives have been separated, and how many families have been destroyed?

Among the resentful souls sinking at the bottom of the river, there are girls who were beaten to death, women who were forced to become prostitutes and then threw themselves into the river, men who avenged their wives and daughters but were drowned in the river, and scholars who were deceived to ruin their families and died of hatred. ...

Over the years, new corpses have sunk into the bottom of the river almost every night. No one has ever surpassed the number of people who died in the Qiandeng River, because the bright oil lamps covered everything and suppressed the resentment and fear of these people at the bottom of the river. among.

After inquiring about the stories about Qiandeng River, Daoran guessed that there must be countless innocent souls at the bottom of the river.Even if most of them have already entered the underworld, there are so many ghosts in Lanruo Temple, there must be no movement at the bottom of Qiandeng River.

But Daoran has never heard of any ghost legends about the Qiandeng River, and was obviously suppressed by the formation of the Qiandeng Ship and Dragon.

But at this time, the Qiqing real person released the emotional power in the oil lamp by himself, and the Qiandeng boat dragon formation began to become unstable, and even the power of the water veins began to become disordered.

The rebirth mantra that Daoran recited at this time was not at all to send them to the underworld, but to wake up all these resentful souls, and then tell them one thing-revenge for grievances, and revenge for revenge!

Daoist Qiqing began to feel that something was wrong, but it was already too late. Countless rotten corpses covered in mud had already climbed onto his huge body, using their incomplete fingers and teeth to frantically gnaw on his body.

Daoist Qiqing twisted his body crazily, but he couldn't get rid of these carrion corpses at all.Even though the body has been crushed, the remaining bone stubbles are constantly piercing into the body of Daoist Qiqing.

Every time a portion is pierced, a mouthful of flesh and blood will be sucked, which will soon make Daoist Qiqing writhe in pain.

Daoist Qiqing kept mobilizing those emotional powers, intending to use them to control these carrion corpses, but was shocked to find that these carrion corpses were completely unaffected by emotional power.

"How could this be?! This is impossible!"

Daoist Qiqing couldn't accept this fact. How could his trump card, which he had painstakingly managed for more than 20 years, be ineffective?

Daoran looked at the monster covered with rotting corpses, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, no matter how intense the emotions and desires are, nothing can compare to the great terror between life and death. Daoist leader of the emotions, this is the cause you planted. It is your reward."

(End of this chapter)