I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1770 Unheard of
At this moment, the black mist surrounding the grave mound was spinning rapidly, and it was constantly steaming up, and it was very likely to swallow the golden Buddha's light blessed by the fat monk Hui Neng with his thoughts.

The fat monk originally stood there looking solemnly at the two Taoist priests walking at the door, but when he saw the two old Taoist walking more and more slowly, he felt something was wrong, so he moved His eyes also fell on the raised grave mound, and he immediately looked horrified. He couldn't help but took a step back in shock, and said in a low voice, "Not good!"

Soon, the fat monk sat cross-legged on the ground again, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and recited the scriptures again. Those who come out, every time a sutra is read, there will be a strong force of thought on the scriptures, forming a peaceful and majestic atmosphere of Buddhism, floating towards the raised grave mound, naturally, this Ordinary people can't see the breath, but Wu Feng and Old Liu can see it very carefully.

Seeing this, Old Liu couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat for the fat monk and all the old Taoists, and sighed to Wu Feng beside him: "This old lady Li's resentment is too deep, her morality is too high, it's still broad daylight." , has already shown such a strong strength, if it is even more difficult to deal with at night, it seems that this fat monk really has some means and brains, remembering that during the day when the yin and yang are handed over, if he comes directly at night, the result is estimated to be only It's a dead end."

"Uncle Liu, although we can't figure out where they came from now, they are after all subduing demons and doing justice for the heavens. If they can't hold on for a while, we still have to help, and we can't look at them He just died." Wu Feng said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, isn't it our turn to take action yet? Wait a minute, I don't believe these people are capable of this." Old Liu also lowered his voice and said.

As soon as he finished saying this, the fat monk's voice stopped. He was already sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion.

Looking at the raised grave mound again, the golden Buddha's light flourished again, which was comparable to the cloud of black air.

Li Huaishui on the side hurriedly leaned forward, supported the fat monk, handed over a gourd filled with water, opened the lid, put it close to the fat monk's mouth, and said, "Master...you Are you tired? Drink some water and rest, it makes you hot and sweating profusely."

The fat monk Huineng didn't delay, took the gourd, gulped it down several times, took a few breaths, turned to look at Li Huaishui, and asked solemnly: "Stinky boy, how did you offend him?" Why is there so much resentment after losing your mother? I have never heard of it in my life. If it is a day or two late at night, let alone us, even if all the monks from Mount Wutai come here, they may not be able to save your mother. "

"I...I..." Li Huaishui muttered in embarrassment, not knowing how to answer for a while.

The fat monk Huineng didn't wait for Li Huaishui's answer, but looked at the two Taoist priests walking at the door again. At this moment, the expressions of the two Taoist priests eased a little, but the Taoist robes on their bodies They were all soaked in sweat, and the sweat on their foreheads rolled down drop by drop and landed on the soil.

(End of this chapter)