Chapter 105 Sudden!

Gyatso walked to Lin Zhengying's basement in Yizhuangli. It was a bit too big to call it a basement. It was more like an underground dojo, almost as big as a basketball court;

There are bottles and jars placed on the surrounding walls. At this time, because of the blood moon, the surrounding atmosphere has become very strange, and the suppressed things in these bottles and jars have also begun to Become restless.

One of the red clay pots looked particularly eye-catching at this time. Not only was there a ring of light flashing inside, but the entire pot also began to shake and sway constantly, as if it was impatient to rush out.

Gyatso's eyes narrowed, and a smile appeared on his lips:

"Sure enough, the Central Plains Taoists always pay attention to leaving a trace in everything they do. These evil obstacles that are obviously entangled with the sins of cause and effect cannot bear to be destroyed. Instead, they are sealed here to sharpen their viciousness and then reincarnate;

Why bother,

If everyone acted like this, wouldn’t all the exorcists in the world be exhausted? "

Gyatso comes from Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, and the style of Tantric Buddhism is characterized by unscrupulous means before achieving the goal. They only focus on results and do not like to care about the details, so Tantric Buddhism often gives people a mysterious and terrifying look.

Faced with these things that became restless under the blood moon, Gyatso's response was simple,

That is,

Kill!

Gyatso walked directly to the red jar, raised the jar with one hand, then closed his eyes and recited the mantra silently. A faint golden light bloomed on Gyatso, and the golden light disappeared into the red jar. The things began to struggle like crazy and kept hitting the jar, but the golden light that was originally on Gyatso's body had been transferred to the jar at this time, which had the best suppressive effect.

A streak of blood appeared between Gyatso's eyebrows, and a streak of blood shot out from between his eyebrows and shot directly into the jar.

A piercing scream came from the empty environment of the basement. Finally, it calmed down. The red can burst open, and streams of pus began to overflow, bringing with it a stench.

But Gyatso didn't care at all. Behind the temple where he practiced, there was a place comparable to purgatory on earth. His mind had long been as hard as iron.

The fate of this monster directly suppressed everything else here, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, as if all the things suppressed by the seal became as chilling as humans.

Evil things need evil people to grind them down!

Gyatso stood here like a fierce god, and none of those monsters dared to be presumptuous.

Just when Gyatso felt that it was almost here and was about to leave here and go back to Lin Zhengying's place to have a look, a weasel appeared at the stairs leading to the basement. The weasel looked at Jiacuo there with a look of grievance and fear. Cuo, like a timid little daughter-in-law who is afraid of being punished if she does something wrong.

Is there another transformed one here?

Gyatso walked over, and the weasel retreated to the edge of the steps.

However, when Gyatso's feet just stepped onto the steps, the steps instantly changed and turned into a ferocious beast with a bloody mouth.

Gyatso's eyes narrowed and he shouted:

"How dare you cast illusion spells on me? How dare a pearl of rice compete with the bright moon!"

Everything around him began to change, but Gyatso still walked forward steadily, walking up the steps and walking into the huge mouth, moving forward indomitably. A Tantric monk should have such stubborn tenacity!

Perhaps, they are less tactful, less accidental, and more unkind than the monks in the Central Plains, but to a certain extent, they are closer to their own inner persistence.

Compared with Monk Qilu, Gyatso has a lot less thoughts on human nature and sophistication, but more of a devotion to the Buddha;

The beast's mouth began to crack, and finally dissipated completely, and everything around it quickly returned to its original state. The weasel was still the same weasel, but blood was flowing out from its eyes, which was very miserable;

"Things that don't overestimate their capabilities."

Gyatso stretched out his hand and lifted the dying weasel up. What he wanted was the weasel's inner elixir. A weasel who had developed spiritual intelligence and could even actively control illusions. His inner elixir was comparable to The century-old Ganoderma lucidum is a great tonic. With this thing, if Lin Zhengying takes it, at least he will be able to live longer.

However, Gyatso only felt a sudden light in his hand, and the weasel's skin slipped down directly, so naturally and so abruptly, and he was holding a purple centipede in his hand. The centipede's mouthparts lifted up, and then It stabbed into the back of Gyatso's hand.

"hiss…………"

Gyatso threw the centipede away, staggered, and hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to detoxify, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his vision began to become extremely blurry.

The basement, which had been quiet, started to get noisy again after Gyatso sat cross-legged.

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Outside the gate of Yizhuang, an old beggar on crutches walked slowly. The old beggar was lame in one leg and could not walk very conveniently. His face was a little sunken due to malnutrition, and he was almost thin. Became skin and bones.

"I'm really hungry."

The old beggar sighed, then walked up the steps, knocked lightly on the vermilion door of Yizhuang, and knocked several times. No one opened the door in Yizhuang, and of course no one would open the door.

The old beggar reached out and pushed the door open. The door opened.

The door of Yizhuang was originally unlocked, because the people who locked the door before nightfall were all knocked unconscious at this time.

The old beggar poked his head inside. Now that the door was open, he walked in.

He knew this was Yizhuang, but now he was really hungry and tired, so he wanted to find a place to sleep. If he could get some food, that would be the best. For him It is said that every day counts as one day at a time.

The old beggar walked into the kitchen first. There was also dinner cooked by A Kuan in the kitchen, but the master and disciples didn't have the chance to enjoy it today. The old beggar pounced on it and stuffed the food into his mouth. He ate it all Soon, I ate in a hurry. In the end, my belly was full, I breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground.

It’s been a long, long, long time since I’ve eaten so full.

The old beggar took a sip and coughed. After resting for a while, he decided to walk around the village again. Since he had food to eat, he might be able to find something special, such as a good piece of clothing.

People's desires will change with the changes in their environment. Now that the old beggar is full, and the food comes so easily, he naturally wants more.

After eating a full meal, I feel more energetic when walking. Although I am using a cane, my speed is not slow.

The old beggar came to the door of the bedroom. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open. The door was pushed open a gap. He thought that the master should be resting, but he still wanted to come and take a look.

Then, through the crack in the door, the old beggar saw the four people tied to the pillars, and immediately showed a look of surprise. He instinctively wanted to leave here to report to the county government or leave on his own, because this family was obviously It was a thief, but when the old beggar's eyes fell on Miss Chen, whose eyes were closed and her mouth was gagged, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

He couldn't help but swallow, and then looked around. It seemed that the thief had robbed the things and left, which happened to be an advantage for him.

The old beggar opened the door completely and walked in.

Miss Chen and Mr. Chen were not knocked unconscious, but their mouths were stuffed with something, their hands and feet were tied, and they could not scream or move. More importantly, they were tied sideways facing the door, and Facing the door were A Kuan and A Liang, but these two brothers were still in a state of being knocked unconscious by Su Bai and were not yet awake at this time.

The old beggar opened the door and crept in. He saw another person lying on the bed, but he looked like he was about to die.

Since entering the door, the old beggar has been staring at Miss Chen's figure, licking his lips constantly. He first approached the pillar, and then pulled off two more pieces of cloth from his rags.

Originally, when Yuanwai Chen and Miss Chen heard the sound of the door opening, they thought it was Su Bai and Gyatso who had left and returned. They were both hungry and tired and too lazy to struggle, so they still maintained their original posture.

It wasn't until Chen Yuanwai's eyes were suddenly blindfolded that Chen Yuanwai felt something was wrong and immediately began to struggle. However, Gyatso's binding technique was very good and firm, and Chen Yuanwai's struggle seemed meaningless.

The old beggar covered Miss Chen's face with a piece of linen cloth.

Just when the old beggar was about to forget everything, a panting man appeared outside the bedroom door, saw what was happening inside, and immediately cursed:

"Damn it, who the hell are you? You're actually trying to learn from Yin Zhiping here!"

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