The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 149 Beauty and bones, soul-destroying bell
Zhao Chongyang was still calm, he coughed twice and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the poor Taoist is a wandering Taoist priest, and this little brother is my follower. Today I see the beautiful scenery here, the beautiful scenery, the birds singing and the fragrance of flowers, so I came here specially to observe it."

"Unexpectedly, I accidentally broke into the lady's boudoir and offended the beauty. It's really a sin. The Taoist ancestor, the poor Taoist apologized."

The girl showed her face and smiled, as bright as 99 flowers blooming between heaven and earth: "I see, it doesn't matter, I don't blame you."

"My brother Chongming is coming soon. He likes monks and Taoist priests the most. You stay here and wait for him to come and have a cup of tea and talk about Taoist scriptures. It's also interesting."

The girl was very hospitable, so she let the two of them into the boudoir, Luoyang walked in numbly, as if she didn't feel anything wrong, the sea of ​​consciousness was calm and lifeless.

"The two of you must be thirsty after coming from a long distance, let the servants make you a cup of tea to relieve your fatigue."

The woman's voice was soft and waxy, like the white clouds in the sky, it was very comfortable to listen to, she came from behind gracefully, carrying a pot with two lamps, and placed them in front of them.

Luoyang picked up a cup of tea, but saw that the tea was crystal clear, revealing a pure green color, full of fragrance, making people feel refreshed and comfortable.

He felt his mouth full of saliva after just one glance, and couldn't help but want to drink it, but was stopped by the fat Taoist priest, who gently put the cup of tea on the table.

"What's the matter? Is the tea not in line with the Taoist priest's wishes?" the girl asked anxiously.

Luo Yang shook his head, and said hastily: "No, the tea is just right, girl, don't worry too much."

Zhao Chongyang glanced at Luoyang, grinned, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Tea is good tea, water is good water, people are good people, and scenery is good scenery, but they can't stop the words of Amitabha, and they can't stop those who learn from the scriptures." people."

Before Zhao Chongyang finished speaking, the girl's face turned livid, her rosy face quickly lost its luster, and her beautiful face became hideous like a ghost.

"Smelly Taoist priest, don't talk nonsense, don't lie to me! Brother Chongming will come back, he will come back to marry me, he will definitely!" the girl roared hoarsely.

Luo Yang's body trembled, and he shuddered suddenly. In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the villain of Divine Sense yelled, and there were three thousand waves of Qi, and a strange feeling was dispelled.

Suddenly, Luoyang felt his eyes and ears were clear, and a refreshing feeling spread all over his body. In just a snap of his fingers, he thought of all kinds of things that were wrong, and when he looked down, he couldn't help being covered in cold sweat.

Where is a cup of fragrant tea, it is clearly a dark unknown liquid, with maggots crawling in it, and the stench is disgusting.

Luo Yang couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Chongyang gratefully. If it wasn't for him, he would have already drank the mess.

But he was even more shocked in his heart, thinking that his mental strength was comparable to that of a strong man who had just broken through the realm of Dao fruit, and he was silently recruited, but Zhao Chongyang was still chatting and laughing, how could this not shock him.

"Will he really come back? The Buddha Dharma is boundless, shining all over the sea, one leaf, one bodhi, one flower, one world, your brother will never come back." Zhao Chongyang said with a sneer.

The woman's complexion became more and more ugly, her black hair turned into snow white: "No, no, he promised to marry me, he promised!"

"People will change. If you don't change, he will change. If he doesn't change, you will change. All things that can be done are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, so you should think about it." Zhao Chongyang continued to launch verbal attacks.

"Ahhh! It's you, you are the ones who bewitched my brother Chongming, I want you to die! Vulture, you should all be damned, damned!"

The woman's plump and delicate body became shriveled, and the muscles on her face shrank rapidly, completely turning into a mummy. She screamed, hysterical and completely crazy.

While speaking, she grabbed out with one claw, and directly grabbed Luoyang and Zhao Chongyang. This claw was so powerful that people couldn't dodge it at all. Luoyang felt that he was separated from the whole world.

And Luoyang had already used an Emperor Card to save his life first, while Zhao Chongyang raised the bronze oil lamp in his hand high and blocked it in front of him.

The bronze oil lamp, which was originally as bright as a bean, burst into flames after sensing the woman's presence, and the Buddha's light was in full bloom, and there was a big Buddha sitting cross-legged in the flames of the lamp.

There was a scream, and the withered palm was burned through. It can be seen that the Buddha lamp is powerful, and the Buddha light lingered to protect both of them.

"She's going crazy, get out."

Zhao Chongyang shouted in a low voice, and the two of them flew out of the attic and landed on the hill.

Immediately afterwards, a tsunami-like breath erupted from the woman's body, impacting the heavens and the earth, sweeping away the wind and rain!
She screamed sharply, hideously like a ghost: "Baldy donkey, bald donkey, give back to my brother Chongming, give back to my brother Chongming, I will kill you, kill you!"

The woman went crazy and insane, and destroyed the entire attic in an instant, and nine Dao fruits appeared in a row, illuminating the heavens. She turned out to be a great monk of the Nine Heavens of Dao Fruit.

"My God, she's not dead yet? She's actually living in the underground world." Luo Yang opened his eyes wide and exclaimed.

Zhao Chongyang seemed to understand the truth of it, shook his head and said: "It can't be said that she is alive, she is dead, but she has no soul to eliminate, and is controlled by strong resentment and obsession, becoming a monster."

"Between life and death, they are what we usually call ghosts. That's why Emperor Sen Luo, who suppressed the nine heavens and ten places, established the underworld to suppress these ghosts that wreak havoc on the world."

"What should I do? This female ghost is too strong, Daoguo Jiuchongtian, we both go up to deliver food. You angered her, you deal with it." Luo Yang said with a dark face.

Zhao Chongyang's big face was shining, and he looked like he was holding a wisdom pearl: "Don't worry, Daoist, since I dare to come, it will be fine. Look, she can't get out of this attic."

While speaking, a magnificent Buddha's light emerged from the ruins of the attic, showing a golden color, covering the entire mountain peak, and spreading out in circles.

A man walked out of the Buddha's light. He looked about 30 years old, with handsome features and a dignified appearance. He was a middle-aged monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, compassionate and compassionate.

"Amitabha, benefactor, don't be obsessed with obsession anymore. The world of mortals is rolling, and you should turn your back on it." The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said in a low tone.

"Brother Chongming, you are here, you are here to marry me!" The woman's ferocious eyes shone, and gradually became clear, revealing a look of infatuation and infatuation.

She opened her arms, touched the Buddha's light, and embraced the middle-aged monk, like a walker in the dark, wanting to embrace the sun and the light.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore, there is no destiny between you and me, poor monk, let's save you from reincarnation." The monk sat down cross-legged, opened his mouth and recited the sound of the Buddha.

But the woman was absolutely infatuated, her obsession was too deep, and the Dharma could not be saved at all, and the more she passed, the more crazy she became. In the end, a hundred thousand white and tender palms stretched out from the lake, and grabbed the monk.

"Buzz!"

The golden Buddha's light swept out like ripples, and all the arms that came into contact were burned with golden flames, and then disappeared into ashes and smoke, sweeping away.

The woman with withered bones screamed strangely, with blood and tears flowing from her eyes: "Minglang, are you really so heartless? You really would rather have your Buddha than me? I hate it, I hate it!"

The boneless woman went crazy to the extreme, dancing, beating her chest and stamping her feet, her face was ashen, she screamed strangely and rushed up, wanting to die with the monk.

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk with a compassionate face chanted a Buddhist name, stretched out a palm and patted it lightly, and the woman in his hand exploded in the air, turning into a pile of white bones.

But the Buddha's radiance converged, and the middle-aged monk slowly dissipated in the midst of the Sanskrit sound, and disappeared between the heaven and the earth, as if he had never appeared before.

"What's going on here?" Luo Yang asked with a confused face, not knowing what's going on, this feeling of ignorance is very awkward.

Zhao Chongyang said: "Wuliang Tianzun, this is still incomprehensible, evil fate, there is no destiny. This woman and Chongming were originally a couple, and they went down the mountain to make a vow to each other, but Chongming fell into Buddhism."

"From then on, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha converted to Buddhism, and never asked about men and women in the world of mortals. As a result, the woman went to the Buddhist gate to inquire, but she was not summoned at every step and knelt, and finally became a demon in anger."

"She took the body of a pure yin woman from all over the world to refine it into a magic weapon. She wanted to break through the Buddha's light in the Vajra Temple, but it caused anger and resentment. The Monk King of the Vajra Temple got angry and sent Chongming to kill the demons."

"The lovers met in the past, but things have changed. The woman didn't want to love her husband, so she almost killed herself in front of him. Chongming also remembered the love back then, and buried her here."

"Later, the woman's obsession persisted, and she turned into a ghost. Chongming also intentionally let her go, but left behind a form of supernatural power suppression, that is, the monk just now."

Luo Yang sighed: "She is also a poor woman. The world's affairs are inherently treacherous, and good fortune tricks people. How can ordinary people be able to understand them."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, what you said is very Zen-like. It is really a pity not to enter Taoism or Buddhism."

Zhao Chongyang smirked and said: "That Chongming is not dead yet, he is in the Vajra Temple, he became a monk, and now he is a powerful Buddhist, you can go to him."

"Looking for your uncle, young master, I still want to marry a wife and have children to carry on the family line. It is enough for you to be a Taoist priest yourself. Do you want everyone in the world to be a family member?" Luo Yang said with a dark face.

Zhao Chongyang shook his head, and said with a thief-like smile: "No, you are such a rotten piece of wood that cannot be carved, the Taoist master has gone to find the treasure."

His chubby body carried the wind when he ran, like a meat ball rolling between the earth, and his fat body was rippling, like a river, with waves of flesh.

But I saw him groping in the collapsed attic for a long time, and finally pulled out a bell the size of a fist from the dust, and he was as happy as something.

"What is this?" Luo Yang recognized at a glance that this bell was the one that hung on the lintel.

The fat Taoist quickly stuffed it into his arms, and then said with satisfaction: "The ignorant bumpkin is really worth the price of a Daoist. I will give you some knowledge. This is called the soul-absorbing bell. It can shake people's three-legged bell when you shake it lightly." Seven souls!"

"You just listened to its ringtone and your perception was blinded, and you couldn't tell right from wrong. This is a top-notch spiritual weapon. Daoist, I came here just for it."

"The spiritual tool for the soul is indeed precious. It would be easy to fight the enemy with it." Luo Yang praised.

Zhao Chongyang had a look of contempt on his face: "What is this? There is a divine bell in the Taoist court called the Luopi Bell. If you tap it lightly, even the king's soul will be annihilated and die!"

(End of this chapter)