Chapter 803 Hurry up to My Pot

Buddha light?

At first, Qin Shaoyou thought he had misread it, but after careful observation, he found that the light emanating from Monk Daoming was indeed Buddha's light.

Although these Buddha lights are very weak, as an ordinary person, he actually has Buddha lights...

How many victims did Monk Daoming save and bury in the recent period? How many seven-level pagodas were built?

No wonder Monk Daoming smells like the patchwork clothes of Master Suquan.

It's all the power of merit!

It's no wonder that Monk Daoming has traveled all the way, and there are no evil monsters and ghosts to trouble him.

Although he is an ordinary person, although he does not have the ability to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but with the body of Buddha's light, ordinary ghosts dare not approach him at all.

He didn't even dare to look at him more, because the Buddha's light would sting his eyes.

After discovering the Buddha's light on Monk Daoming, Qin Shaoyou not only dispelled his doubts about him, but also developed some admiration for him.

For an ordinary person to be able to cultivate the Buddha's light, there are countless hardships and sacrifices involved.

Qin Shaoyou turned sideways, and whispered to Zhu Xiucai: "Bring some dry food to Monk Daoming. Seeing his appearance, I'm afraid he has been relying on wild vegetables and grass roots to satisfy his hunger."

Zhu Xiucai had put away his power words at this moment, he didn't find Monk Daoming's Buddha light, but when he heard Qin Shaoyou's order, he immediately nodded and gave Monk Daoming a few pieces of naan bread.

After the monk Daoming thanked him, he took the naan bread with both hands, but he did not rush to eat it, but put it aside, continued to be hungry, and chanted scriptures for the victims in the village. Regardless of the blood stains, the dead were moved into the grave and buried.

Seeing this scene, Qin Shaoyou finally knew where the blood on Monk Daoming's robe came from.

It must have been contaminated during the process of burying and burning the corpses.

Qin Shaoyou couldn't help thinking of the villages they passed through earlier, the villages were destroyed, the ground was covered with blood, but no corpses could be seen.

At that time, they thought that the corpse was taken away by the ghost, or that it was eaten clean, and even the bones were chewed and swallowed.

Thinking about it now, maybe it was buried after being rescued by Monk Daoming.

Qin Qiaoer should have thought of this too, and sighed softly: "Walking in troubled times, saving all living beings... This is the real monk."

Qin Shaoyou didn't speak, but nodded in agreement.

When the sky completely darkened, the dead in the village were all buried by Monk Ma and Monk Daoming by chanting sutras.

The wall of the village was repaired and rebuilt with the help of Gun Tiger and the red-clothed emissaries.

Tu Huang and Zeng Cong waited for the Taoist priests of the Jade Emperor Temple to help set up a magic circle on the wall of the village.

This time, the magic circle was not only arranged on the wall of the village, but also inside the village, so as to prevent evil monsters and ghosts from smashing the wall of the village with huge stones and making the magic circle ineffective.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, but there was no joy on the faces of Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiaoer.

"The Cloud Piercing Arrow has been released for so long, and the ghosts have come a few times, but none of the night watchmen from the Xinglong Mansion have rushed over."

Qin Qiaoer looked out of the village with a solemn expression. Although she didn't say anything clearly, Qin Shaoyou heard what she meant.

Finally, he could rest for a while. Monk Daoming, who was devouring the naan bread, hurriedly wanted to speak after hearing Qin Qiaoer's words, but because there was still food in his mouth, he couldn't care less about chewing and swallowed it in one gulp. .

The result was that he was choked, which made him very painful, and he kept beating his chest and back.

Fortunately, Monk Ma handed him a jug of water and patted him on the back, which allowed him to let the naan go down and relieved himself.

Monk Daoming let out a foul breath, thanked Monk Ma first, and then said to Qin Qiaoer: "My lord, I don't know the night watchmen in other places in Xinglong Mansion, but the night watchmen in several nearby towns should all be dead. It’s almost there. Several of them were buried with Chaodu. I’m afraid you won’t be able to recruit night watchmen for your Cloud Piercing Arrow near here.”

"They're all dead?"

Although this situation was within the judgment of Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiaoer, they still felt heavy after they got the exact news.

"Even if none of them are dead, there are not many alive."

Monk Daoming sighed and continued to eat the naan bread.

After a moment of silence, Qin Qiaoer cupped her hands and asked, "Master Daoming, do you know what's going on with the night watchmen in Xinglong Mansion and other places?"

"I don't dare to be called a master. I haven't even learned the Buddhist scriptures and principles. When I was in the temple, I was often beaten on the head by the master with a wooden fish hammer."

Monk Daoming waved his hands again and again, not daring to call him 'Master', then sighed, and said quietly: "Xinglong Mansion is very big, and I have never been to many places. I can only say that in the places I have been, The night watchmen suffered heavy casualties. There are too many enemies they have to face, evil spirits, wizards and martial artists from Qingtang, even rogue bandits and rebels, etc..."

No wonder Xinglong Mansion is so chaotic here, the night watchmen from all over the place are almost dead, so why should it become a paradise for ghosts and bandits?

Qin Qiaoer's face became more serious.

"The situation here in Xinglong Mansion is even worse than expected. I have to send a letter to the commander immediately and ask him to report to the commanding envoy, requesting that people be dispatched quickly to rebuild the town demon division and stabilize the order of Xinglong Mansion. !"

While speaking, Qin Qiaoer took out several paper crane talismans, recorded what she had seen and heard in Xinglong Mansion, and let them fly.

These paper crane talismans, after being activated by blood energy, recorded the message from Qin Qiaoer, and then flapped their wings and flew into the night. They will fly to look for Qi Longfei from different routes with the help of the town demon priest along the way.

It quickly became completely dark.

This night, many ghosts were attracted by the smell of blood in the village.

But before they got close to the restored wall, they were shot and killed by the red-clothed emissaries with crossbows and flying talismans.

Senior Brother Cui's Lie Yan Dharma Sword blazed with flames under the dark night.

Every time the fire explodes, it will not only illuminate the night sky, but also gather several ghosts.

After Rolling Tiger was forbidden to use rolling, he raised his bear paws and slapped it indiscriminately. The power was not small, and he killed several ghosts.

It is the appearance of this guy when he is shooting demons and ghosts, which makes people a little scared: while grinning, he yells something about "doing good deeds and accumulating virtue", which really makes people a little confused.

Faced with such a situation, the ghosts who were attracted by the smell of blood did not dare to approach the village anymore.

Although they are bloodthirsty, they only want to kill and eat people, but they don't want to be killed and eaten...

That's right, it was eaten by people.

Fortunately, he was not killed, and all the ghosts hiding in the distance could see clearly that the people in this village not only attacked fiercely, but also killed their souls together, and after killing the ghosts, They were dragged into the stockade, cut and dismembered by a beautiful woman holding a saw taller than her body, then washed, boiled and eaten...

The ghosts looked in from the open gate of the village, and saw a small copper pot being enveloped in raging blood.

A seductive fragrance emanated from the pot, as well as a terrifying aura that made the ghosts palpitate!

What frightens the ghosts under the night is that the pot also has a magical power, as long as the cook standing by the pot pats the edge of the pot and shouts: "Come into my pot!"

In the dark night, some ghosts will be sucked into the pot and disappear.

The pot was obviously not big, and there were dozens or hundreds of ghosts sucked into it, but it still didn't fill it up.

I really don't know how this pot can contain so many ghosts?

And those people who are holding bowls and surrounding the pot, can they stop eating so happily, can they stop looking at the dark night from time to time, like urging the dishes to be served...