Chapter 372 The Evil Wind Is Leaking Through All Four Walls

"No need. Deputy General Zhang ordered that his whereabouts should not be disclosed. If you were to catch him doing something confidential, he would not care about your life. Besides, if Deputy General Zhang did not take action, your cousin and the others would not know that we were the ones who reported the secret, and naturally they would not retaliate against us father and son. Let's just pretend that nothing happened, go back to our rooms and sleep well, maybe when we wake up, there will be good news." Master Fang said prudently, and changed the way he addressed Wei Peining.

Master Fang thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case, but he said, "Dad, do you think that the Taoist scriptures say that the end of the law is coming and the saints will appear, is it referring to the purple clouds just now?" His voice was slightly trembling.

Master Fang glared at him, "What nonsense! Absolutely impossible! Go back to sleep quickly!" His tone was extremely harsh, but it seemed more like a cowardly expression.

Master Fang sighed, and without saying anything, he and Master Fang went back to their rooms, washed up and went to sleep.

After lying down, the eldest son of the Fang family tossed and turned for a long time, waking up his wife several times. It was not until midnight that he fell asleep in a daze. He dreamed that he was walking in the dark, and suddenly a demon with a long tongue and claw-like hands jumped out, rushing towards him.

He dodged left and right, and was about to run back, but his ankle tightened and he lost his balance and almost fell to the ground. Looking down, there were many arms on the ground, and his ankle was grabbed by one of the pale hands, making it difficult to open it.

Before he could react, the demon rushed over and strangled his neck. He was in great pain, had difficulty breathing, and gradually became dizzy. Then he watched the demon throw him up and fall into a boiling oil pan. The extreme pain made him scream involuntarily, his heart and courage broke, and he fell into eternal darkness.

His wife heard her husband scream in her sleep, and woke up with fright. She turned her head and saw her husband sitting up suddenly, looking straight ahead.

"Husband? Did you have a nightmare?" She pushed Master Fang, but Master Fang fell down, his eyes bulging, with a strong fear on his face, as if he was scared to death.

She trembled and reached out to touch his nostrils, and then let out a shrill scream.

In the middle of the night, screams were also heard from another courtyard.

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In the courtyard where Wei Peining was, Shi Xuan was lying on a small bed with his eyes closed, regulating his breath, and practicing Taoism. Suddenly, his Yuan consciousness moved, sensing what was happening in the distance, so a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the opportunity came.

After Shi Xuan quietly entered the Yuanmang world, he began to look for a fetus with good luck. After all, what he was going to do, even if there was no rejection, would easily be backfired by the world of his own. Finding a reincarnation with strong luck could also prevent disasters. When the matter was done, it was estimated that the two would cancel each other out.

When passing through Tiannan Province, Shi Xuan found a young monk with extremely strong luck. Thinking that Wuyan's method needed the cooperation of Buddhist monks, he followed them to Southern Xinjiang, waiting for an opportunity to abduct the young monk while looking for pregnant women.

When passing by Jiyi Town, Shi Xuan turned into purple clouds and flew in the air. Suddenly, he found that the fetus in Wei Peining's belly in the ruined temple had a luck that was not inferior to that of the young monk Huiyuan. In addition, they were from the Taoist lineage and were good candidates for reincarnation. So Shi Xuan left a mark on the young monk Huiyuan and waited for the opportunity to reincarnate in Jiyi Town.

And now what Shi Xuan sensed was the panic sent back by the mark on Huiyuan.

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On the edge of the wild giant forest, there is a dilapidated temple, which was built here when Buddhism was still at its peak. Unfortunately, Buddhism is now in decline and monsters are rampant, so this place is in ruins. The Buddha statues inside are toppled and collapsed, and the walls are full of holes. If it weren't for the intact roof above, it would not even be a place to shelter from the rain.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the temple, the old monk Keats touched the half-broken golden Buddha statue with a sigh on his face, as if talking to Huiyuan beside him, or as if talking to himself: "Back then, I was alone with a bowl, facing many monsters, and finally built this Zen temple on the edge of this wild giant forest. I also broke through to the realm of body consciousness. I didn't expect that in just five hundred years, this temple would come to an end just like me." There was nostalgia and pain in his tone of voice after going through vicissitudes of life.

Huiyuan looked at the dilapidated hall in front of him curiously: "Master, is this the temple you built?"

Keats nodded: "I built it brick by brick, with my own hands and feet, but it has been abandoned for a long time."

Looking at Huiyuan's face, which still had some youthful innocence, Keats felt a little pain in his heart, "If my Arhat golden body had not been broken, Huiyuan would have to practice in the world to lay the foundation. Why would he risk crossing the edge of this wild forest and go to the uncivilized land of southern Xinjiang? He could just find a deep mountain to hide and practice. As long as he doesn't establish a sect, build a temple, and recruit disciples, the world is so big that the court can't find him at all!"

Thinking so, he touched Huiyuan's head: "I'm sorry for causing you so much suffering."

Huiyuan smiled innocently: "No matter! If it weren't for you, Master, taking Huiyuan in, Huiyuan would have starved to death on the street, let alone suffering."

Jia Ci laughed at himself in his heart. If Hui Yuan had not had excellent physique and was a good material for practicing Buddhist techniques, he would not have taken in a little beggar when he was busy with his own affairs. "Okay, let's rest. We have to travel tomorrow morning." Alas, this wild forest is very dangerous. Even at the edge, some monsters are not something that his master and his apprentice can resist. Fortunately, it only takes a day to go around this section. After walking a little bit tomorrow, we can get out and embark on a safe road to southern Xinjiang.

Hui Yuan was young and had poor physical strength. He was exhausted. After listening to his master, he huddled in front of the fire and fell asleep. Although Ji Ci's cultivation was abolished, his body had the strength of an ordinary martial artist because of the influence of his body consciousness. So after traveling, he barely supported himself to keep watch.

As the night deepened, the wind grew stronger and stronger, making a whistling sound. The surrounding jungles occasionally heard the shrill roars of monsters, which made the ruined temple even quieter. The fire with red flames made Keats seem to have returned to his youth, when he first left Feilai Courtyard and walked in the secular world. He was soaring, happy, and heroic at that time. Time passed like water, leaving only old age and pain.

Just as Keats was reminiscing about the past, the night wind changed and became quiet. The roars of monsters that had been coming one after another all stopped, but the wind became colder and colder, as if it had come from midsummer to winter. Even with the fire to keep warm, Huiyuan was awakened by the cold and looked at his master in confusion: "Master, it's so cold."

Keats looked outside the temple with a serious face and said word by word: "A harmful monster has come to the door." It seems that it is at least a monster that has formed a pill. The former golden body arhat still has some knowledge.

As if to match Keats' words, the night wind changed again, becoming filled with powerful black demonic energy, whistling in from the holes in the broken walls on all sides.

The demonic energy gathered in front of the fire and turned into an old man in green clothes, with pimples all over his face, looking hideous and terrifying. He sat by the fire with a smile, looking at Keats and Huiyuan, who was obviously frightened. With his appearance, the temperature in the whole temple dropped again.

Keats knew that with his current cultivation, he could not compete with this powerful demon at all, and he could not even resist the other party's breath. He had only one hope in his heart, to see if he could find a chance to send Huiyuan away, and said calmly: "I wonder if the donor has any advice for my master and apprentice?" He was not surprised by the appearance of the man in green clothes. He had seen more than hundreds of thousands of demons in his life, and there were many strange ones who liked to transform.

The man in green chuckled twice: "I smelled a strong aroma of human flesh from afar, which aroused my appetite. I was wondering what was going on, so I came to take a look. It turned out to be a useless golden body arhat. No wonder the meat smells much stronger than ordinary people. Tsk tsk, I have eaten countless meats, but I have never eaten arhat meat. I wonder if it is particularly delicious and chewy?" There was a strong greed in his eyes.

Keats didn't expect that there would be a mistake in this aspect. It was really funny. Some monsters' specialties and hobbies made it impossible to guard against them. He sighed and said: "My little disciple is small and has little meat. His cultivation is low, and his meat is not beautiful. Please be kind to him.

The man in green glanced at Huiyuan, curled his lips and said: "I am still planning to take him back and let him practice well. I will eat him when his cultivation is sufficient."

Keats held the rosary in his hand and said calmly: "Although my cultivation is no longer good, I still have the power of self-destruction. Don't push me too much. ”

The man in green licked his lips with regret: "If I had known, I would not have said so much nonsense and would have come in and devoured the two of you. However, the flesh that is not filled with fear and terror is not delicious enough. But old monk, do you think I would not have taken precautions against this?"

Keats's face changed slightly. It turned out that he was caught by the cold wind just now. He made up his mind, opened his mouth and began to recite Buddhist scriptures. The prayer beads, which were inconspicuous and even the man in green did not find abnormal, emitted golden light one after another, with many swastikas, reflecting on the man in green, freezing him for a moment.

At the same time, Keats burst out with powerful strength, threw Huiyuan out of the temple through the hole, and threw himself on him. A broken golden statue of Arhat appeared behind him, which was shattered in the blazing golden flames.

"Is your Arhat golden body not completely broken? "The monster roared in his spirit.

Jia Ci did not answer, but hugged the monster. The blazing golden flames enveloped the golden body, the flesh body and the monster. He thought to himself that if the Arhat's golden body was completely broken, he would have died of old age and would not have had the chance to become a disabled person. He had wanted to deceive this inexperienced monster with words and wait for Huiyuan to escape far away before performing the last trick of self-igniting the golden body. Unexpectedly, the monster did not give him any chance at all. He could only take risks and hoped to kill the monster so that he could not chase Huiyuan.