Starting from Uncle Nine

Chapter 33 Madonna Bitch?
"At the beginning, these evil spirits killed homeless orphans and beggars, but as more and more people were killed, the strength of the evil spirits in the haunted house began to become stronger and stronger, and they were not satisfied with waiting for a rabbit. Waiting for people to come to die, they started hunting, and in just half a month, hundreds of people died at the hands of these evil spirits!"

"In the end, this incident alarmed the government. I, Master Zhiqiu of Guangyuan Temple, was ordered to come here to subdue the demon. Master Zhiqiu felt compassionate and compassionate, and couldn't bear to commit massacres. Therefore, he sealed the evil spirit in the haunted house, suppressed it with his own Buddhist beads, and hoped to use Buddhism to dispel resentment."

"The seal left by Master Zhiqiu has remained strong for 200 years, but by God's will, troubled times came, the seal was destroyed by Western firearms, and the evil spirit broke out. I am waiting for this time to wipe out this evil spirit in one fell swoop, so as to prevent future troubles forever! "

Jiao Jie raised his head and glanced at the old monk Guangpu, feeling more and more that this matter was not as simple as the old monk said.

Compassionate and merciful, can't bear to kill in vain?Still using Buddhism to teach?What are you talking about with me?This is a fierce spirit, brother!You pity him? ? ?

This is equivalent to a butcher who killed hundreds of innocent people, and then the judge showed kindness and couldn't bear to kill him. He just locked the butcher in prison for several years and bought them a book on ideology and politics. useful person.

What about bullshit?Do you think everyone in the world is an idiot?If your Buddhism is really such a bitch, can the Three Great Courts accommodate it?I'm afraid they would have been driven to extinction long ago under the dispute of orthodoxy, right?
Don't say that the monk is merciful. If you don't mention those dirty things about the orthodoxy, does that mean it didn't happen?
The common people in the whole world, the human beings in the whole world hate sneaking, are you sympathetic?Standing on the wrong team, you know?What about dying?Don't want to hang out?

A sneak, a sneak that killed hundreds of people!Are you telling me to be compassionate?Can't bear to kill in vain?
Suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart, Jiao Jie said coldly: "Then what is Master's intention? To tell you the truth, Xiao Dao's strength is low, and I am afraid that it is not the opponent of the evil spirit. If the master wants to destroy the evil spirit, Xiao Dao's safety is not a concern. If you plan, you will die!"

Now that there is trouble, instead of solving it directly, instead of suppressing it first, you have to wait for it to explode later and then wipe your ass. What is the reason for this?Jiao Jie doesn't understand!
Master Guangpu laughed and said: "It's okay! That evil spirit has been suppressed for more than two hundred years, and its strength has long since disappeared. This time, the two of us can defeat the enemy! You can put your heart in your stomach ! Follow the poor monk to subdue the demons, there will be absolutely no problems! Time is waiting! Enter the mansion tonight! Kill the enemy!"

Jiao Jie was silent for a while, he still felt that something was wrong with this guy, his logic was illogical!Since you are so confident, why do you need my help?Can't you handle it by yourself?
Hiss~~ Could it be that he had a grudge against the master and tricked the master into killing him?
For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Jiao Jie's mind, but in the end Jiao Jie agreed.

Although he didn't know what the old monk was paying attention to, Jiao Jie was not afraid that he would dare to murder him. After all, he was a disciple of Maoshan's inner sect, but he had entered the sect's wall.

What's more, this is Maoshan's territory. On Maoshan's territory, killing Maoshan's disciples is a slap in the face of Maoshan!
The ancestral court of the Three Daoism, who held the leader of Southern Taoism, was killed by his disciples in his own territory. Unless the old monk is tired of living, otherwise, let alone the old monk, I am afraid that the entire Guangyuan Temple will be buried with him.

In addition, in this era, after all, human beings are united to fight against treachery, and extraordinary people will never face life and death unless necessary.

It's also Jiao Jie's fault. This guy read too many black and absurd cultivating works in his previous life, where he killed the whole family, exterminated the whole family, and it has become the norm to kill and seize treasures. It's strange to think too much.

After agreeing to Master Guangpu, Jiao Jie left the inn to meet Lou Dalong after making an appointment to enter the house together in Youshi.

Jiao Jie made a deep salute and said in a deep voice: "Commander, please send a hundred elite soldiers to surround the haunted house because Master Xiaodao is from the same town as you, and you are still a child!"

Lou Dalong wondered: "Send a hundred elite soldiers? It's not difficult to deploy elite soldiers, but the problem is that my soldiers are all mortals! They can't hurt ghosts at all, even if they go, it's useless!"

"Youshi Xiaodao will enter the haunted house together with Master Guangpu. If Xiaodao fails to leave alive, please take revenge for me and shoot Guangpu to death for Master's sake, and tell Master Lin Jiu what happened. I beg Master to seek justice for me!"

It's not that Jiao Jie can't trust people, after all, people's hearts are like a belly!Are there still few stories about killing the whole family in the starting point orphanage?Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case!
Although Jiao Jie didn't realize what Guangpu would do to him, it was still necessary to reserve some support.

Even if Guangpu has the Vajra Talisman, so what?Can you stop one bullet, can you stop ten?Can you stop ten shots, can you stop a hundred shots?

No matter how strong your mana is, even if Shi Jian, the head of Maoshan Mountain, came in person, he would not dare to resist the volley of a hundred spears head-on.

Three rounds of continuous shooting, is it possible that the body will be beaten to a pulp?

"No problem! When the time comes, the two of you come out together. If only Guang Pu comes out, then I will kill him directly!"

Speaking of this, Lou Dalong coughed dryly and said, "Hey, what, what if you are the only one coming out? Can I still shoot?"

Jiao Jie took a deep look at Lou Dalong, gave Lou Dalong a look that he didn't want to pay attention to you, a mentally handicapped person, then turned and left.

"Hey! This little bastard, why is he looking at him?" Lou Dalong jumped angrily.

Youshi, that is, the time period from five to seven o'clock, in the evening.

Jiao Jie came to the haunted house as promised, and saw Monk Guangpu standing alone outside the door from a long distance away.

Master Guangpu: "Master Jiao Jie, this is"

"Cough! Then what, it's easy to do things with so many people!"

Master Guangpu looked at the huge crowd of people behind Jiao Jie, the corner of his mouth twitched and he didn't speak.

Jiao Jie was also a little embarrassed, turned his head and asked Lou Dalong in a low voice, "Marshal, I said 100 people, why did you order 500 people?"

Lou Dalong looked at Jiao Jie like an idiot and said, "Are you stupid? Haven't you learned the art of war? Sun Tzu's art of war has a saying, the law of war, ten is to encircle, five is to attack, double is to divide, If the enemy is small, you can fight it; if it is small, you can escape it; if it is not strong, you can escape it.”

God TM is surrounded by ten!

Jiao Jie looked embarrassed and followed Master Guangpu into the haunted house, it was all right.

The haunted house, which was originally dilapidated and dilapidated, changed immediately the moment the two stepped into the gate.

The entire haunted house has blue bricks and tiles, painted pillars and carved beams, rockery, flowing water, greenery, children laughing, and orioles singing crisply, which is a peaceful image.

(End of this chapter)