Chapter 316 Huang Peng Snake Friend It's October [-]th of the lunar calendar, and Hong Kong Island has yet to escape from the lingering lingering heat of summer. The air is filled with humidity and heat, and one's body will be coated with a layer of greasy and sticky skin after just a short walk on the street.
But in the endless underground, which is separated by several feet of land, it is much cooler and drier.
The moss everywhere, maybe because it felt the enhanced moonlight, responded with its own gleaming light, filling the cave with a faint blue light.
Yin Xiu stood in the middle, and on the left was Liu Qing, who was dressed in Tsing Yi and long sleeves.
He was holding a fan, and the ribbons on his crown hung on both sides, showing a free and easy style that was incompatible with the current era.
Yin Xiu glanced at him and said, "Brother Liu's outfit... is quite trendy."
Liu Qing stuck out her tongue, "New trend, it must be different from the new trend. Only clothes like yours are considered trendy."
Yin Xiu smiled and adjusted the collar of her windbreaker, "There's nothing I can do about it. For people like me who walk on the ground, others respect Luo Yi first and then others. If you don't wear clothes that mark the mark, you won't be able to control the situation. "
When he said this, Mr. Huang San, who was standing on his right, also laughed.
"Hey, I've seen those people on the ground before, they are very troublesome!
Those who work in the kitchen must wear an apron and a chef's hat.
Those who enter and leave the office building must wear a suit and tie. The soles of the leather shoes are so high, aren't you afraid that your heels will get wet? "
Mr. Huang San made an exaggerated distance between his two fingers.
"Those are high heels, and most people can't handle them."
Huang Santai curled his lips, "Most people don't wear those things, so they suffer the consequences of that bird."
Just when they were about to continue saying something, there was suddenly a faint, but to a certain extent, extremely sharp sound coming from the cave. It was the cry of a weasel, conveying an alarm.
Mr. Huang San's face turned serious, "That monk is here, the one with the golden light!"
Yin Xiu immediately hid behind a rock, while Liu Qing nimbly climbed up a crumbling rock pillar, clinging to it as if she was coiled around it.
The way Huang San Taiye hid was even more weird. He stepped hard on the ground and his body immediately dropped by half.
Only the part above the chest was still visible to others. It turned out that he had dug a hole under his feet that was not easy for others to notice.
The road under this huge rock is the only way to Hongde Temple. Unless the monk can fly and escape, he will definitely pass by here.
After the three of them were silent for a while, there was silence all around. Just when Mr. Huang couldn't help but want to speak, a golden light shot from a distance as far as the horizon.
As soon as the golden light appeared, it quickly grew in size. At first, it was only the size of a golden pea. After a few breaths, it suddenly swelled to the size of a rubber ball.
After a few more breaths, everyone saw a burst of golden light coming towards them, and a monk covered in tendon meat ran straight towards here with his eyes closed and smoke coming from his mouth and nose.
Every step was silent, but it stepped firmly on everyone's heart.
At this time, they were sure of one thing, that is, Bai Ying was indeed old, and the information she gave was completely wrong.
This is not an ordinary monk, but a powerful man like an immortal!A living land fairy!
Mr. Huang Santai turned to look at Yin Xiu, the expression on his face was obvious: [You must deal with a person of this level! ? 】
Yin Xiu smiled slightly and gave her a look: [Don’t worry, I’m here! 】
Before he could react, he saw that Yin Xiu had shot out like a cannonball and hit the monk.
As soon as he got close, the golden light like the rising sun engulfed Yin Xiu's figure, like a moth crashing into the firelight.
Mr. Huang San was filled with great sadness. This was like a mad bull hitting the locomotive, destined to be shattered to pieces! Soon, "impurities" appeared in the golden light again, which were traces of smoke and fire mixed with soot.
The red scales on Yin Xiu's hands became stronger.
The fire exploded violently, and Yin Xiu was forcefully pushed a few steps forward. She staggered to a stop, and the toes of her shoes sank deeply into the soil.
But the unstoppable monk actually became stagnant, and his speed slowed down at a certain moment.
Liu Qing, who was standing on the top of the rock pillar, was the first to notice something strange and flew out.
"It's a forced operation of [divine movement]!"
He shouted loudly, opened the fan in his hand, and hit the monk with wind and thunder.
The monk who was about to start again was bumped into by Liu Qing. Although he still didn't take a step back, his movement was undoubtedly blocked again.
The magic of magic is widely found in all kinds of strange novels and legends of gods and ghosts.
According to folklore, there was a family where a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam stayed at his house while the man was at home.
The two hit it off so well that they immediately became friends and agreed that the scholar would visit him again during the Double Ninth Festival next year.
On the Double Ninth Festival, the host set up a banquet and prepared cups of melon and fruit wine, just waiting for the scholar to come to the appointment.
But from noon to evening, he saw no sign of the scholar.
The hostess advised him: "Others just mentioned it casually. Maybe they have forgotten it a long time ago, but you are still taking it seriously. Go to sleep."
The male host shook his head and said that maybe the journey was too far and the scholar was still on the way. The other party was a person who kept his promise and was a man of his word. He would definitely come when he said he wanted to come. There was no way he could break the soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew outside the door, almost blowing out the lamp.
When the evil wind calmed down, the scholar appeared in the house without knowing it.
The male host was very happy and immediately took the scholar and started drinking.
When the two of them drank until midnight, the male host said that he would prepare a bed for the scholar and sleep with him tonight.
The scholar hurriedly waved his hand to indicate that he had hemorrhoids. No, the scholar waved his hand to indicate that he would no longer have to sleep since he had become a ghost.
It turned out that the scholar had always remembered the appointment and had made preparations early. However, in the days before departure, he encountered an emergency at home. When he finally finished handling it, he found that it was already noon on the Double Ninth Festival.
The family members admonished the scholar one after another, but others just said it casually and may not really remember it. Even if you came to the door now, they would have forgotten it.
The scholar said: You know the truth!A real man, if I can't do this little thing, how can I hang out in the future? He immediately said goodbye to his family, picked up a kitchen knife and wiped his neck.
After turning into a ghost, he used the skill of controlling the wind, and the ghost flew across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and finally went to the banquet in the evening without missing the appointment.
What the scholar used was a kind of magical technique, which was to move with the wind.
There are also so-called magic techniques such as shrinking the ground into an inch, chasing stars and catching up with the moon. The one I want the monk in front of me to use is a kind of magical movement technique, which is extremely fast.
But apart from being fast, there doesn't seem to be anything else great about it.
After being bluffed by him at first, Yin Xiu soon discovered the truth, and then attacked immediately and verified his idea.
Mr. Huang San realized it later and quickly understood. He stepped heavily on the ground and attacked forward.
As soon as he hit it, he seemed to have hit a wall. His whole body was pushed by the reaction force, and he fell heavily to the ground. He rolled a few more times before barely stopping.
"Master Huang San, are you okay?" Liu Qing asked.
Mr. Huang's face turned red and white, and he couldn't help shouting: "Hey! Liu Qing, before I even opened my mouth, you are already at odds with the monks. Don't you want to take this life?"
Liu Qing shrank her neck and stuck out her pink tongue, "Mr. Huang San, the rules in our area are your responsibility for anything we commit."
"what!?"
Mr. Huang Santai spat on the ground, "Bah! What bastard made the rules? According to what you say, you guys are just trying to break the sky, causing havoc in the palace and flooding the golden mountain with water?Then the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals came down to arrest people, was it me who took the responsibility? "
Liu Qing apologized and said with a smile: "Yes, this is the rule. If you are the boss, the life and death of our group of people is a matter of your words, so if others want to find us, they have to look at your wishes. Moreover, this rule , it was decided by you..."
"Me? I decided? Me?"
Mr. Huang's face turned red, he clapped his hands together bitterly, and let out a long sigh.
Just when he was about to say something, Yin Xiu interrupted him.
"Calm down first. Where do the heavenly soldiers and generals come from now? But there is a fake god."
When Mr. Huang San heard this, he turned his head.
Only then did he realize that the hard bump he had just made, although he stumbled and lost face, still made the monk stop.
The magic of divine movement was forcibly broken! The golden light on the monk's body faded away, as if the tiles attached to the wall fell off, revealing the gray, rough concrete underneath.
The body that looked very strong and strong under that halo looked very thin at the moment. There were even clearly visible ribs under his arms.
"Is this a puppet whose body has been taken away?"
Liu Qing stepped forward and tapped the monk's forehead with his fan. The monk showed no reaction, but his neck swayed back and forth with the intensity of Liu Qing's fan nodding.
"Don't play around."
Yin Xiu patted Liu Qing on the shoulder, and then the latter reluctantly took back the fan and inserted it into his belt.
"I just want to take a look. I have always heard that some evil cultivators like to make people into puppets, with souls but no souls. This way they can be obedient and do things, and nothing will be leaked if they are caught."
"If you want to know if your body has been taken away from you, just try it and you will know."
Yin Xiu took out a piece of talisman paper, lit it with her heart, and waved it in front of the monk.
Smoke penetrated from the monk's nostrils, and after a while, it came out from the nostrils again.
"What's going on?" Mr. Huang San asked.
Yin Xiu shook his head, threw the talisman paper to the ground, and stamped it out.
"The body was taken away, the five senses were blocked, three souls were lost, and only six souls were left. It is no different from the walking corpse."
"Zombie?"
Liu Qing covered her mouth with her hands, and the tip of her tongue poked out from between her fingers.
"It's not a zombie. The person who made this thing has a more disgusting character than the person who made the zombie. It's a loss of moral character."
(End of this chapter)