dragon hunter

Chapter 137 Blood Bodhi
The thin moonlight, through the gradually thinning mist, sprinkled in front of the Scarlet Temple.

The figure in cassock had a breath that made people wonder, sometimes it was sinister and vicious, and sometimes it was majestic and majestic.

However, the moment the monk raised his head, all the breath disappeared without a trace, leaving only a face with a compassionate smile.

A cold chill rose from my back. If the monk had a look of resentment, I would understand, but as an enemy of life and death, the other party looked at us with compassion, which made me feel an inexplicable pressure in my heart.

"Nanyang Puzan, I salute everyone." The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to us.

"Ghost Monk, you are the one waiting." Lang Xingsong took out a straw doll, twisted his head off, and roared, "The secret technique of killing evil spirits, the curse spirit replaces one's life."

I was overjoyed, and stared at Puzan, hoping that Lang Xingsong's backhand would be able to defeat the enemy with one move.

"My friend is very scheming, but as a monk, the part of the remnants of the world has nothing to do with the little monk." Pu Zan smiled.

"Vald donkey, you are cunning, if you have any tricks, use them quickly." Lang Xingsong has a fiery temper.

"No hurry, let me introduce Puzan, a little monk, and introduce the origin of this temple to everyone." Puzan had a wrinkled face, but he spoke one little monk at a time, which made people feel chilling.

I held two talisman papers tightly in my hand, and looked vigilant. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. The evil monk Pu Zan is so calm, he must have not held his fart in secret.

"What a mess, I don't want this set." Lang Xingsong flicked his wrist and threw a golden ball.

Puzan smiled compassionately, stretched out a hand, seemingly slow, but actually fast, and grabbed the golden ball.

"Damn it, this evil monk has two tricks, everyone be careful!" Lang Xingsong's face was serious.

"Everyone, aren't you curious about these two people kneeling in front of the temple?" Puzan squeezed hard, and the golden ball was swallowed by a mass of black flames.

"That black flame is vicious, don't be touched by him for a while." Mr. Lai reminded, holding the copper coin sword tightly.

At this time, the two corpses kneeling on the ground suddenly moved, and slowly stood up, dust fell from their bodies.

The two corpses, a man and a woman, turned around slowly, with cobwebs hanging on their bluish-purple faces, looking at them made people feel hairy.

"At the beginning, the three of us came to Nanyang together, but they found out the secret of the little monk, and they planned to report it. You said, what should the little monk do?" Puzan asked with a smile.

"It was the other two foreign students back then. You were so vicious that you wouldn't spare even the dead!" I knew about that dusty history.

"The little monk saved them and made them kneel in front of the little monk to repent life after life. Do you think this is a good way?" Puzan said such vicious words, but his face was still full of compassion.

"This old pervert has a mental problem." My heart was chilling, I lowered my voice, and said to my companions.

"You have ruined the good deeds of the little monk several times. The Buddha said that you will repay the bad with virtue, and the little monk has prepared a big gift for you." Pu Zan narrowed his eyes with a smile.

My scalp was numb, because in the gaps in the other party's eyes, I saw endless resentment and deep-seated hatred.

The two corpses, a man and a woman, rushed towards them with ferocious faces. Before they got close, the strong rotten smell on their bodies made people want to vomit.

Two daggers flew over and shot the two corpses, attracting their attention.

"I'll lure those two corpses away, you hurry up and deal with the evil monk." Lang Ying's voice came from the woods behind him.

"You girl, didn't I tell you not to follow?" Lang Xingsong turned his head angrily.

"I don't worry about you, don't talk about it, the evil monk has hid in the temple." Lang Ying led the two corpses and ran to the other side.

"Come on, let's go in and have a look." I worried that Lang Ying wouldn't last long, so I chased after Puzan.

"I thought you were so capable, don't run if you have the guts." Lang Xingsong ran to the gate of the temple, raised his pistol and shot.

The bullet hit Puzan's back, as if breaking through a mirror, the opponent's figure shook and disappeared suddenly.

"There are some evil doors, everyone must be careful after entering!" Mr. Lai said in a solemn tone.

I stepped into the temple cautiously. Behind the door was a yard surrounded by silence. A thick old tree stood quietly in the center of the yard.

"This blood bodhi grew here before the little monk built the temple. These years, the little monk has been using flesh and blood to worship the precious tree. Please accept the first big gift." Pu Zan's voice came from the main hall behind.

As soon as the words fell, the tree moved, the leaves rustled, and a layer of blood spread from the roots to the trunk.

"It is said that blood bodhi can confuse people's hearts. Don't be fooled by illusions." Mr. Lai bit his finger and drew a blood talisman between his eyebrows.

"A broken tree, what can it do." Lang Xingsong was a little disapproving, but still took out a green leaf and stuck it on his forehead.

I quickly formed a seal with both hands, blessed myself with the seal of dispelling evil spirits, and at the same time threw a piece of burning talisman paper, intending to test what the demon tree is capable of.

A buzzing sound of chanting Buddha came from inside the tree trunk, and blurred human faces squeezed out from the tree, each with pious expressions.

The burning talisman, flying halfway, suddenly went out and fell to the ground powerlessly.

"It's so cruel. This demon tree has absorbed so many souls that it has become a spirit." I felt chills in my heart. Compared with the old pagoda tree, it was not even worthy of carrying shoes.

The surrounding ground shook for a while, and a blood-red tree root broke through the ground, like a strange python, winding towards us.

Mr. Lai held the copper coin sword and chanted a spell. The sword body shimmered. Before the bloody tree root approached, he waved the copper coin sword and chopped at the tree root.

I was about to go to support, when the mud splashed around me, and another blood-colored tree root stretched out.

I threw out a piece of burning talisman, dodged the roaring tree roots, pulled out the dagger at my waist, wiped the edge with my finger, and stained the dagger with pure Yang blood.

The blood-colored tree roots continued to extend, chasing me closely, and the thick bloody smell permeated the surroundings.

I dodged the tree roots nimbly, and the dagger in my hand drew a stream of light, cutting towards the bloody tree roots.

The dagger blessed with pure Yang blood is extremely sharp, and has a strong restraint effect on the demon tree that feeds on human blood.

With the knife in hand, the blood-colored tree roots broke into two pieces. Before I could catch my breath, more blood-colored roots rose from all directions.

"Quick, I'll protect you, hurry up and burn the demon tree with a fire mark." Lang Xingsong ran over, holding a machete in each hand, waving it airtightly.

I glanced around nervously, knowing that if I didn't deal with the demon tree quickly, we would be entangled in the tree roots sooner or later, and my hands formed seals quickly.

The demon tree seemed to sense danger, and the roots in front of it gave up entanglement with Mr. Lai and entangled here.

"Lai San, come quickly and protect brother Zhang." Lang Xingsong's forehead was dripping with sweat, and there were too many tree roots around him, he couldn't handle it alone.

"Earth Fire Seal!" I put my hands together, and the heat from my shoulders rushed to my feet, but at the same time as the energy of the earth veins was aroused, a huge and strange breath came from the ground.

"No, the roots of the demon tree are huge, and the energy of the nearby earth veins is completely suppressed by it." Mr. Lai is a Feng Shui master, and he is most sensitive to the earth energy.

I failed to cast the spell, and suffered a backlash. A sweet smell gushed out of my throat, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.

"Brother Zhang!" Lang Xingsong exclaimed, reaching out to help me.

"Be careful of the roots!" Mr. Lai yelled in horror, waving a copper coin sword, and rushed to this side.

The dense tree roots around are like a bloody net, enveloping me and Longxing pine in it.

The moment I fell to the ground, several thin tree roots came out of the ground and bound me tightly.

Because Lang Xingsong was distracted, he was pulled by a thick tree root behind him, and his body staggered, and then four or five tree roots entangled at the same time, but he did not escape the fate of being bound.

"Hold on, I'll come and save you." Mr. Lai gritted his teeth, and the copper coin sword in his hand was extremely sharp. Every time he swung it, he could cut off a tree root.

However, the roots of the blood-colored tree have a strong ability to regenerate. Mr. Lai was unable to support himself alone. He was tightly bound by several blood-colored tree roots two meters away from us.

"Damn it, if I knew this, I should have set fire to this bird temple first." Lang Xingsong struggled desperately.

"Hurry up and think of a way, these roots are getting tighter and tighter." I said weakly.

Mr. Lai remained silent, the bloody amulet flickered between his brows, and a trace of blue smoke rose from the roots of the trees around him.

"Everyone, we can finally have a peaceful exchange." Puzan walked out from the main hall behind.

"Communicate with your sister." I twisted my body, trying to break free from the shackles of the tree roots.

Seeing Puzan getting closer, I was so anxious that my mouth was bubbling. This ghost monk is very vicious, and he must be planning some sinister plan.

"My little monk remembers that when I was a child, there was a big tree in front of the temple in my hometown, and there were cicadas singing in summer." Puzan told the story inexplicably.

"Baldy donkey, if you want to kill, you have to cut it quickly, don't grind." Lang Xingsong let out a mouthful of saliva, and spit it forward.

Mr. Lai remained silent, with sweat pouring down his forehead, and more green smoke appeared from the tree roots that were bound all over his body.

"Actually, the little monk and that cicada could be friends, but it's a pity..." Pu Zan looked regretful.

I frowned and stared at Pouzan. This guy is a psychopath, and he will never say something irrelevant for no reason.

"To commemorate that good memory, I specially separated one of the six souls, and raised a cicada on this blood bodhi tree." Pu Zan smiled.

A loud cicada sounded, causing ear pain to the noisy person. A blood-red cicada the size of a millstone slowly climbed down from the tree trunk.

"You have ruined my good deeds many times. I have always been merciful to others, so I decided to let the blood cicadas swallow you. We will become one and there will be no more disputes, okay?" Puzan said in a compassionate tone.

"You old pervert, why don't you find a pig to fit together." I cursed loudly, looking at the blood cicada slowly crawling up, feeling a little discouraged and desperate.

A few golden balls flew in from outside the temple, and exploded in mid-air. The entire courtyard of the temple was filled with golden light.

"Let go!" Mr. Lai roared, and the roots that were tied to his body were broken inch by inch.

"The 360th generation descendant of Mai, please possess me." Mr. Lai stood in front of us like a sword.

(End of this chapter)