Datang: Starting from a fortune-telling stall, Wu Zetian was suddenly abducted

Chapter 152 Blood Rakshasa
Yuan Shouwei looked at him, a cold light flashed in his eyes,
"To be honest, General Le, I am here specifically to wait for you."

Le Hong had a faint feeling that he didn't look like it, but at this critical moment, he didn't want to make any extra trouble, so he said with a smile:
"Daozhang Yuan is serious. If something happens to you, please send someone over to the branch office. I will be on call. Why can I bother you to go there in person?"

Yuan Shouwei was too lazy to give him nonsense and said:

"No one else can do this, because I plan to go with you to see your fellow villagers who are preparing to camp."

After hearing this, Lehong couldn't help but feel shocked.

Knowing that he has been exposed, the only plan for now is to take one step at a time and get rid of Yuan Shouwei first.

He continued to pretend to be drunk, staggered towards Yuan Shouwei, and said:

"Daozhang Yuan was joking, I didn't understand what you meant."

As he spoke, he had already reached Yuan Shouwei's side. Seeing that he was not on guard at all, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

With a low drink:
"go to hell".

He pulled out his waist knife with his right hand and stabbed Yuan Shouwei's chest fiercely.

At the same time, he took a step forward and covered Yuan Shouwei's mouth and nose with his left hand to prevent him from shouting.

Looking at Yuan Shouwei's figure, he had already dodged his attack and fell to the right with his body.

As soon as the two of them missed each other, a hand knife had already struck Lehong's neck, and Lehong fell to the ground without saying a word.

It's served cleanly.

Several more soldiers came out of the darkness and dragged Lehong down silently.

Yuan Shouwei squinted at the cicada chrysalis that was still spraying in the air. After admiring its persistence again, he turned and walked towards Guo Fang's tent.

Guo Fang, who was sitting in the tent and cursing, raised his head in a daze and looked at Yuan Shouwei who had wandered in.

He completely forgot to stand up and say hello, but said confusedly:
"Master Dao, you are here. Come on, come on, sit down and drink together."

"Let me tell you about that ungrateful bitch Guo Xiaoke."

Yuan Shouwei felt a tinge of pity in his heart when he saw his drunken and ferocious face, and sighed:

"General Guo, it's better to be open-minded and open-minded."

After finishing speaking, she sat cross-legged in front of him and slowly began to recite the Metta Sutra.

After reciting the Sutra of Compassion, Guo Fang's anger had disappeared a lot, and his mood had also stabilized a lot.

Seeing this, Zhongqing next to him interjected:
"Is General Guo okay?"

Yuan Shouwei nodded,
"The resentment is under control."

"When I recite it a few more times, I can eliminate all his resentment."

"Even if he wants to be a blood Rakshasa, he has no chance."

Only then did Zhongqing let out a sigh of relief.

"Through my contact with him these past few days, apart from being petty-minded, he is not essentially a bad person."

"Then I'll wait until you finish reciting the Metta Sutra before going out?"

Yuan Shouwei nodded but did not reply.Instead, he continued to recite the Metta Sutra. At this time, the shadow of the Joyous Buddha appeared vaguely behind him.

After reciting the Metta Sutra three or four times, Guo Fang fell asleep with a smile on his face, muttering to himself:
"May I be free from hostility and danger. May I be free from mental pain. May I be free from physical pain. May I remain happy."

Between the words, there was a faint voice.

Seeing this, Zhong Qing, who was at the side, knew that the matter had been settled, so he also got up and left the camp, and turned to the place where Yuan Tiangang lived.

Only Yuan Shouwei and Guo Fang were left alone in the camp.

A moment after Zhongqing entered Yuan Tiangang's tent, he suddenly heard a long and shrill howl from inside the tent.

Then I heard a "crackling" sound inside, which was obviously the sound of items in the tent being pushed, which was also mixed with constant screams.Soon everything was calm.

When the sound stopped, a naked, blood-stained soldier staggered out of the room with a long knife in his hand.

He looked up to the sky and howled again, his sound shrill and shrill like a lone wolf howling at night, and his appearance was like a devil coming out of hell.

Before his voice could fall to the ground, another long howl sounded from the camp not far away.

The third and fourth tents.
In the blink of an eye, howls sounded from at least a dozen camps.

Looking at those tents, one or several blood-stained and disheveled sergeants walked out.

Or fight and stab each other
Or go after soldiers coming out of other camps.
Or go to other camps to kill the soldiers who are still in a haze.
And they also led many camps to start fighting and fighting.

Camp roar! ! !

The roar of the camp has begun! ! !

Wisps of resentment also began to arise, all heading towards the cicada chrysalis in the sky.

At this moment, a clear and clear Buddha's words sounded:

"Amitabha."

Some sober soldiers followed the sound and saw a full moon in the desert. A man dressed in white came gracefully under the cold moonlight. In an instant, he was already standing in mid-air, like a god.

How did he end up hanging in mid-air like this?

Many soldiers felt that this was a statue of a god descending to earth, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground and worship.

This monk is no one else, but Jiu Hesi who is in his heart.

If Yuan Shouwei was here, seeing him appearing in such a cool way, he would definitely yell at him for pretending to be a criminal again.

Because others couldn't see it, Yuan Shouwei could see clearly that Jiu Hesi was actually standing on the cicada chrysalis sprayed with black air.

Looking at Jiu and Si standing on top of the cicada pupa, they gave a light 'huh' and said to themselves:
"Why is there so little resentment?"

After finishing speaking, he looked down at the hell-like fighting scene below.

"Shouldn't it be?"

"Then the pure heart spell can have such a good effect?"

"The arrow is on the string and has to be fired."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted up his monk's robe, sat down cross-legged, held the lotus seal in his hand, and started chanting in a low voice.

As he continued to chant, the resentment collected in the cicada's body surged out again.

A red waterfall was drawn and all fell into Guo Fang's tent.

After the red resentment was sprayed, Jiu Hesi shouted the Buddha's name again:
"Amitabha. Blood Rakshasa, the sacrifice is enough, why don't you wake up quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar was heard in Guo Fang's camp. The sound was long and far-reaching, like the cry of an ancient giant beast.

Accompanied by the roar and falling to the ground, a figure directly broke out from the top of the military tent.

Then it hit the ground with a loud bang, like a meteorite falling to the ground, causing sand to fly everywhere.

The figure has a black body, red hair, green eyes, and holds a sharp steel fork. It is the legendary Blood Rakshasa.

Just look at him with his blood-red eyes staring around, looking around with a fierce look, and then sticking out his blood-red tongue and licking his lips.

Then he beat his chest desperately with both hands and howled again at Jiu Hesi in the air.

Very much like a gorilla.

Obviously responding to Jiu Hesi's call.

(End of this chapter)