Mysterious world, I have special understanding

Chapter 8 I Don't Go To Hell Who Goes To Hell

"Kikoto, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicota Prajna Samoyed."

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

In the streets, all the members of Fenglian Sect were wearing black robes, and while chanting scriptures, they spilled yellow paper, polluting the environment.

They were tall and short, fat and thin, pale, and looked like walking dead.

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

The chariot was thick and large, and looked like a huge black coffin, but the disciples pulling the chariot were thin and tall, like bamboo poles.

The rope pulling the cart was immersed in their flesh and blood, and Ji Que always had the illusion that the strong rope would tear their bodies apart.

Behind the black team, there were people in various clothes, following every step of the way. Naturally, it was the people who were newly deceived by the Wind Lotus Sect.

Ji Que probably counted it, and nearly a hundred people have already been recruited.

Fenglian Sect has such a big appetite this time?

He remembered that in the past, the Fenglian Sect took dozens of people away in one night, but this time it was just like that when he arrived at Yuhua Lane.

It is audible to the ears, and the missionary sound is much louder than before.

To be honest, Ji Que is still a little nervous about starting against the Fenglian Sect tonight.

After all, the wind lotus religion is more evil.

But he was just nervous.

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

Men are born with risk-taking and violent genes, and so does Ji Que.

Bad luck, he's even used to that kind of stimulation, otherwise there's going to be a sick emptiness.

Now, the excitement is here!

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

I'm going to eat sweet tofu brain tomorrow morning.

Ji Que flicked his hand, and a rotten egg flew down with a swish, hitting Boss Zhang's neck and blooming.

Boss Zhang, who was in a state of despair, suddenly woke up, only to feel a stench in his nostrils, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

He quickly discovered that something was wrong, covering his mouth while rushing back into the room.

The team of the Wind Lotus Sect continued to move forward, and the cultists were like walking corpses, ignoring the turbulence at all.

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

The sound of the wooden fish penetrated the chanting sound of the Wind Lotus Sect, so clear that the entire Wind Lotus Sect team was stagnant.

Some people stood there blankly, their eyes still chaotic, but they did not keep up.

Have a master?
Ji Que followed Muyu's reputation and found that there was an extra "light bulb" in the dim Yuhua Alley.

Under the moonlight, an old bald monk came over while beating the wooden fish while chanting scriptures.

He was dressed in a white monk's robe and with that waving white beard, making him a master at first glance.

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 we can't continue."

The voice inside the chariot floated again - "Can you stop this old bone?".

The old monk stroked his beard, and his clothes shook, revealing the huge one-eyed blue dragon on his shoulders, and responded, "The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

At this moment, Ji Que felt stable.

This monk's mind, temperament, conversation, and even tattoos and appearances are the standard configuration of monks.

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

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

He has never had a clear understanding of his own strength. He can only prove that he is very durable and able to fight in this area of ​​Sangshui County through constant bad luck, but it is only limited to the bandits and strongmen.

As for the few well-known martial arts masters in the county, he has gone to verify them. For example, the 75-year-old "Old Tan Leg" Uncle Tan, and the 78-year-old "Kid Fist" Mr. Li are basically not his opponents.

But now that he has the blessing of Taijiquan, his skill has improved to a higher level, so it is even more uncertain.

With this observation, he can probably get to know a little bit about himself and the Wind Lotus Sect, and then determine the battle strategy.

The Wind Lotus Sect must die, whether he will be gradually exhausted by his guerrilla warfare, or if he will die recklessly, depends on the opponent's ability.

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

Because Ji Que has never seen such a mighty monk, especially with the lifelike blue dragon on his shoulders, there is a feeling of Fahai's reincarnation.

"Kikoto, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicota Prajna Samoyed."

On the chariot, the two men in black robes from the Wind Lotus Sect spoke at the same time.

This voice was like a dull thunder, and I don't know how many times stronger than when he was preaching before, and it suddenly suppressed the monk's wooden fish.

The people and the cult members who had been motionless trembled and followed directly, even showing a strange smile on their faces.

At this time, people in several nearby streets and alleys kept opening their doors and walking towards them like corpses.

The big monk shouted loudly, the wooden fish knocked louder, and the Buddha's sound became louder.

But as big as he was, the voices of the two black-robed men were even thicker, as if the Buddha was one foot tall and the devil was ten feet tall.

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

As a result, at this moment, the old monk suddenly gushed out a mouthful of blood.

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

Ji Que did not expect the monk's sudden crotch pull.

This seemingly unfathomable old monk seems to really have no backing hands. At this time, he is already half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as if he is struggling to the death.

Ji Que knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Wait for this monk to go to hell.

Without any hesitation, the two rotten eggs in the basket flew out, slid out of two light arcs, and smashed into the mouths of the two men in black robes on the carriage who were chanting mantras.

The strange magic sound turned vague, and then stopped abruptly.

"what!"

"It stinks!"

"Smelly monk, play yin!"

Immediately afterwards, there were two violent vomit sounds.

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

So the people who were originally grim-faced regained some clarity, showing a dazed expression.

who I am?where am i from?Where are you going?
"Wind, Fenglian Sect? Run!"

Those who responded quickly found that they were actually in the ranks of the Wind Lotus Sect, and hurriedly ran back and forth.

The two wind lotus sect masters on the chariot were also very good. I saw that they sucked the water from the nearby ditch into their mouths with one gulp. After a loud drink, they sprayed the water out, like a water gun.

The next moment, the magic sound came up again.

"Kikoto, Samoyed, Prajna Prajna Samoyed, Chicota Prajna Samoyed."

The people who had fled halfway shivered for a moment, and walked over like a corpse.

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

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

who I am?where am i from?Where are you going?
"Wind, Fenglian Sect? Run!"

Those who responded quickly found that they were in the ranks of the Wind Lotus Sect, rolling and crawling towards the house.

"Wow!"

The master of the wind lotus sect on the left vomited, and after slamming the monk with the wooden fish out with one palm, while frantically sucking water and rinsing his mouth, he looked at the maple tree behind him, and shouted, "There are masters!"

Almost at the same time, the two men in black robes rushed towards the maple tree where Ji Que was, while gargling with water, as fast as lightning!
(End of this chapter)