One Punch Chef

Chapter 139 Encounter
"The road to life is still ahead." According to the hexagram, Monk Zhuang solemnly pointed to the deeper direction.

Even though Monk Zhuang boasted how effective and accurate his fortune-telling skills are on weekdays, it is now in vain.

"Monk Zhuang, you're crazy. Do you still have a score? Calculate it again for me, and do it well." The fat Taoist priest looked more serious than ever, and he didn't make any jokes, after all, it was related to their lives.

Although the remaining ten people who survived did not speak, judging from the expressions on their faces, it was obvious that they were not very convinced by Monk Zhuang's divination.

Since just now, they have been advancing into the depths of the dead city, and the depth has already exceeded the limit reached by the fat Taoist. It is completely unpredictable what weird things will happen next.

However, the hexagrams calculated by the fat Taoist actually let them go forward. Introduce them to the Jedi.

"Okay, I'll do the math again, Amitabha and his second uncle will bless you."

Monk Zhuang regrouped, touched his shiny bald head, sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering words, his whole body was dignified, with Buddha's light in the back of his head, he finally looked like a monk.

At this moment, there were bursts of footsteps coming from the front, back, left, and right sides of the street, accompanied by bursts of infiltrating laughter or other sounds.

"Master Dao, they are here." A young man shouted in horror, his face pale.

Needless to say, everyone also saw that a group of armored guards approached like wild beasts, blocking their way.

This is a group of ghost soldiers, which should have been responsible for guarding the city in the most ancient times. Even though countless years have passed and they are no longer human beings, they are still performing their duties, guarding the capital and resisting foreign enemies.

There are definitely a lot of ghost soldiers in this dead city, but they don't appear most of the time on weekdays.Like the fat Taoist priest, he had never encountered it when he came here before, and he usually encountered a single ghost.

It's just that this time they didn't know what kind of "shit luck" they had. Not long after they entered the city, there was a pair of "patrolling" ghost soldiers. The original group of 30 people lost ten of them under the pursuit of ghost soldiers. The rest of the people, and those who survived lost their way because of the too chaotic situation, went deep into the dead city.

After that, there are all kinds of unpredictable and weird events, such as the black shadow that suddenly appeared at the end of the team, and silently kidnapped three members, including a strong man in the imperial realm, who was attacked by the ghost. 'There is no resistance at all.

Another thing is when a medicine garden is exposed, one of the plants exudes a strong medicinal fragrance, which makes people feel ecstatic when smelling it. Several powerful monks regard it as the holy medicine that can life and death human flesh and bones, Just a few steps closer, the soul villain was involuntarily detained, and submerged into the face on the other side of the flower of darkness.

Then there is the previous haunted house, and now there are only 11 people who have survived to come here.

"Daozhang, what should we do now?"

"They...they are here, Daoist, think of a way."

The two monks in the realm of the king shouted anxiously, their faces turned pale, and they were extremely frightened. Although the only woman among the 11 people had a cultivation level of the emperor's realm, she would still unconsciously feel fear when encountering such a scene.

At this moment, among the 11 people, only the old man in his seventies and eighty-year-olds and the children in their eighties and nineteens are still there, and they don't know what to do in their hearts.

"Yes." Suddenly, Monk Zhuang yelled in surprise, this time the divination got a different result from the previous one, the way of life did not point to the center of the dead city, but... Monk Zhuang stretched out his hand and pointed to the vast mansion on the right , his complexion was extremely ugly.

"Amitabha Buddha's second uncle's, it's useless at all, Lord Buddha, I really got into trouble today." The strong monk put away the tortoise shell on the ground, holding a two-meter-high golden Zen stick in his hand, and smashed it on the head of the ghost who was approaching. In addition to a depression, it only makes it retreat slightly.

At this moment, the mutation was reborn, and only a loud bang was heard. In the huge house where Monk Zhuang predicted his birth path, nearly half of the majestic building exploded at this moment. Straight to Xiaohan, a scene of destruction of the world.

"Infinity, that Heavenly Venerable." The fat Taoist bent his waist to avoid the scattered earth and rocks.

"Huh..." Monk Zhuang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said, "Sheng Lu, Lord Buddha, my calculations were correct."

The rest of the young people who were struggling to support all looked refreshed and saw hope.

"Life, you big-headed ghost, you're right, you big-headed ghost, what kind of life is this, it's because you met a big guy and was born, maybe it's a ghost saint, and if you meet you, even ten lives are not enough to die .” The fat Taoist spit and rubbed his teeth.

"Master Dao has never seen such a big storm. Could it be that he really wants to confess that he can't do it here today?"

"Ah..." a shrill scream sounded, a young man who was at the peak of the king was at his wits' end, he had exhausted all available methods, and was finally overwhelmed by the swarming ghosts in despair. It was gnawed so that there was not even a bone left.

"Hey hey hey hey" the old man who looked seventy and eighty, with half of his foot on the coffin board, laughed sinisterly. Under the cover of the moonlight, he looked more like a ghost than a ghost.

"Kids, old man, I'll take a step first." After the old man said, he used his body skills, his body was like a ghost, he walked through the group of ghosts, and disappeared at the end of the street in a blink of an eye.

"Old Clapper, don't try to take it all by yourself." It seemed that only an eight or nine-year-old child said in an old-fashioned way, releasing a powerful aura, comparable to a master of a party, killing all directions, and followed up domineeringly.

After him, the handsome young man and the sick man who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end both broke out and rushed deeper.

The woman with a disastrous face and the horny young man of the Beast tribe hesitated a little, and struggled for a moment, but in the end they didn't have the courage to follow up.

"Old clapper, little ghost, sick man and that so-and-so, you are white-eyed wolves, white-eyed wolves, the Daoist worked so hard to bring you here, and you actually left the Daoist to find a baby." The fat Taoist cursed. .

"Daozhang, don't talk about this now, find a way to break the situation, I can't stand it anymore." The last remaining young man named Feng Wangfeng said anxiously.

"Okay, Daoist worked hard today, fortune-teller, don't hide it, take out your stick." The fat Taoist greeted, and with a wave of his left hand, he took out a bronze lamp with a blue flame curling from the wick. There were bursts of Zen chants and chanting faintly, instantly driving back a large group of ghosts.

On the other side, Monk Zhuang is holding a Zen stick in his left hand and a magic pestle in his right hand. Ripples flow on the two Buddhist instruments, blooming the light of Buddha.

In the direction of the Buddha's light, ghosts are crying and howling. The Buddha's light has a strong restraint on this kind of extremely dark and alternative undead.

Relying on the bronze lamp and the subduing magic pestle, the two magic soldiers, finally five people broke out of the encirclement and came to another street, temporarily avoiding the pursuit of the ghost.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment, the five of them were terrified at the same time, and the hairs all over their bodies were standing on end.

"Damn that Tianzun Wuliang, he will meet a big one." The fat Taoist muttered, sweating profusely.

The street they were on now flanked the former mansion.At this time, hundreds of meters away in front of them, a figure surrounded by a black mist was walking out of the collapsed wall, saw them, and was walking towards them.

"That should be a person."

Wu Di thought to himself, saw the five fat Taoist priests, and walked towards them in a leisurely manner without saying a word.

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　That Tianzun of Wuliang, today we are also unlucky for eight lifetimes. First, the Internet exploded. After writing a chapter, we can only open the hotspot upload. As a result, the webpage cannot be opened. After closing the document, we found that it was not saved. After a while, the Internet is restored. Until now It's finally finished!

　　I typed this chapter twice! Twice!

　　
　
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