Card Master Guide.

Chapter 156 The Wrath of Asura

The sea breeze is fishy and salty, the wine brewed here must be very difficult to drink.

Fan Shatian and the manager followed the village head to the guest house in the village.

Along the way, the villagers had strange eyes, standing together in threes and fives, whispering to each other.

There was a dark-skinned man holding a harpoon, looking at Fanshatian with a livid face.

The child didn't cry, stayed on the side of the road, sucked his fingers, looked at the burly man coldly, was suddenly taken away by the woman, and continued to stare at the guest on the shoulder of the adult.

"The atmosphere here is not good." Fan Shatian whispered.

"Small fishing villages rarely have such large ships approaching, and we are foreigners, so it's normal to be a little wary." The manager replied.

Fan Shatian smacked his lips, he wanted to say that he would not see a single young woman along the way, and the women with babies were also lifeless, as if they had lost their souls.

I felt boring again, so I didn't say anything at all.

"The back mountain of our Qianqi Village has always been haunted by a big demon. Every year, we need to pay tribute to a virgin. The ghost king 'Jiutun Doji' can keep us safe and sound."

The village chief led the way and stammered: "Because of poverty and monsters, non-local women are not willing to marry in, and there have been no newcomers in the village for a long time... If this continues, how can I be worthy of my ancestors?" .”

"Don't worry, old man." The manager comforted the choking old man, "Since we are here, we will definitely help you find a way."

"Jiutun Boy." Fan Shatian said with a grin, "Sounds like a good opponent, I will help you solve it."

Hearing that Fanshatian took the initiative to invite Ying, the village chief looked back in fear, and tremblingly said:
"My lord, if you can really eliminate the ghost king, even if you are treated like an ox or a horse, we will have no complaints."

"We don't have anything here, only a few big fresh fish and some rough brewed rice wine. If you don't mind, after tonight's rest, go up the mountain tomorrow to kill ghosts..."

Passing by a one-story house, Fanshatian just wanted to agree, the window sealed with wooden strips slammed, as if something hit the window, and then heard the sound of 'cracking' crockpots.

"What happened?" The manager looked at the window in surprise.

"Household cat." The village head said, "Or young couples fight, this is very common, oh, the guest house is in front, please forgive me..."

After arriving at the guest house, the village chief said goodbye and turned into an alley and left.

Fan Shatian squinted at the manager and said:

"Aren't you going to resupply, why don't you go?"

"This is a poor country, and there is nothing to resupply." The manager glanced at the screen, "I asked the crew to resupply at a nearby port, and they will pick us up tomorrow."

The manager turned off the light curtain, and continued, "Even if you can't kill the ghost king, we can go directly by boat, and don't have to waste time here with these fishermen."

Fan Shatian sneered and said, "Are you kidding me, how could I run away?"

"This village is a bit weird, those fishermen look like they want to eat us." Brahma said.

"It's because you are worrying too much." The manager smiled, "You are a sixth-level grandmaster, some fishermen dare not think of you."

Fan Shatian looked deeply at the manager:

"No matter how strong I am, I am still human..."

"However." Fan Shatian changed the topic, "My card is not. Tomorrow, you go back to the boat and wait for me. After I finish the ghost king, continue sailing."

The manager nodded.

The two of them never noticed that a ray of red light hung from the veins on Fan Shatian's neck to the ground, turning into a viper, and meandering into the village.

Samuel floated on the eaves.

Looking down at the crazy woman in the pigsty inside the wall, her hair is disheveled and she is not human.

Just now when everyone went out to watch, she hit her head against the window, and was dragged back to the pigsty by the man. The child was watching beside her, with the same cold eyes as the villagers.

"In times of famine, people couldn't bear to eat their own children, so they exchanged them with others, and they ate them. It's called 'changing children to eat'."

Samuel said to himself:

"There is no ghost king who loves to eat virgins. It is nothing more than poor villages exchanging women with poor villages in order to reproduce and survive."

Whether it is changing children to eat, or kidnapping and trafficking women.

Whoever eats a human becomes a demon himself.

"In that case..."

In the backyard of the guest house, the village head was anxious. Two strong men sharpened their knives and sold wine.

Samuel looked at them and smiled coldly: "I'm here to help you."

The man selling wine suddenly tensed up, a cluster of vermilion flames ignited in his eyes, and he was holding a long spoon to stir the wine vat.

Immediately, the coarse-brewed rice wine in the tank rippled in circles, exuding the fragrance of mellow wine.

The aroma of the wine spreads with the continuous stirring of the wine tank.

The uneasy villagers in the village smelled the aroma of wine and calmed down. They looked at the guest house with a red light in their eyes.

……

The night was dark and completely devoid of moonlight.

Fan Shatian was amazed by the flavor of the home brew, and drank wine in the guest house.

He was drunk, and he lay down on the tatami in a dazed state, his face flushed, and he dreamed vaguely of the past like a high fever.

The white temple at the foot of the mountain is backed by the snow-capped mountains, and the golden roof gives it a layer of mystery.

The snow was glowing with golden light. The old monk clasped his hands together and taught carefully: "In these five snow mountains, there are five goddesses. The third goddess is the most beautiful, and her name is Qomolangsangma..."

Beside him, the red-haired boy grinned and said, "In the future, I will definitely live in the most luxurious temple in the world and marry the most beautiful goddess as my wife!"

The old monk smiled slightly: "Everything in the world that has appearances is false. No matter what you do, if you break the falsehood, you can understand your original mind."

The red-haired boy was silent, and the angry-eyed King Kong in the temple appeared in front of his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "If my heart is to kill people."

"Killing is to stop killing, doing evil is to get rid of evil, non-heaven is for Brahma."

The old monk caressed the young man, his eyelids drooped: "If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

In the dream, the temple was burned red with flames, the robber put the butcher's knife on the neck of the old monk, and there was a plate of heart and liver in front of him:
"If you eat it, I will spare the others!"

The old monk held the bloody heart and liver in both hands, swallowed expressionlessly, then vomited, and continued to swallow.

The robbers laughed wantonly and continued to kill behind the old monk, blood splashing red on the snow.

The red-haired boy fled desperately and fell into the snow. He was exhausted and passed out. In a blur of consciousness, a cluster of dark red fire was ignited in the palm of his hand.

In the snow, there is a figure, looking coldly at the red-haired boy.He has four eyes, tall and tall like a human, and looks like a ghost.

When he woke up again, the boy lay in the cave and said dreamily: "Qomolang Sangma..."

"I am not a goddess." A figure appeared in the shadow of the cave, "I am not a god, you can also call me Asura."

The red-haired boy was incredulous, almost choked up and said:

"I've heard that you...are one of the Eight Guardians of the Dharma. Then you must be able to save many lives. I beg you...please help me save them..."

"The one who can save them is not me, but you." Asura said calmly, "Because your fire awakened me."

The red-haired boy lowered his head and saw a dark red flame pattern burning in his palm.

In an instant, there seemed to be a strong gravitational force tearing Ashura's body.

The man in front of him turned into particles of light, poured into the dark red fire, and slowly condensed into a golden card.

"The retribution is like the sky, but there is no virtue of the sky. It is not the sky, and the evil of the sky."

The red-haired boy murmured and squeezed the card tightly.

boom!
Furious, Asura's tattoo was burned on his back.

In Qianqi Village, Fansha walked out of the guest house like a sleepwalker.

The villagers' eyes were dyed red, and following the order of the village chief, they approached the Brahma Temple holding harpoons or agricultural tools.

In the dream, the red-haired boy rushed back to the temple, and the robbers suddenly turned their heads and cast suspicious looks.

Fan Shatian swung his fist, and his right fist burst into flames, and the village chief was burned into coke in an instant.

The red-haired boy roared and charged at the bandit leader, hitting him with one blow and smashing him into the wall!

The robbers rushed forward, and the young man defended desperately.

The villagers surrounded Fanshatian like zombies, almost drowning him.

The red-haired boy's clothes were suddenly torn, and he was furious, and the robbers were overturned by a huge force.

Only the sound of 'Boom' was heard, and the villagers were blown away by the source force of Fanshatian. Fanshatian showed a grin, and the Asura on his back seemed to be alive!
After easily killing the robber, the red-haired boy used his blood-stained palm to help the old monk who was coughing up blood, his eyes were moist.

"Promise me..." The old monk forced a smile: "Don't kill at will... If you want to kill...you must first...get rid of the falsehood, understand...your true heart..."

The old monk's weak hand fell down.

Fan Shatian opened his eyes, neither sad nor happy, his face was stained with blood, he looked like an evil spirit, and the terrified manager lay in his arms.

It was burning on all sides, echoing the wailing of the villagers, like purgatory on earth.

The manager was still in shock, and said hoarsely: "You, you, killed them all..."

Fan Shatian was silent, and immediately said: "It's all an illusion."

The manager was incredulous, his lips trembling and he couldn't speak.

Fan Shatian left the manager behind, stood in the sea of ​​flames, looked around, and said coldly:
"There are real enemies."

The sea of ​​fire was burning, and the furious demon god sat on the eaves. He held a snake-shaped scepter and a demon horn on his head. He clapped his hands and said with a smile:
"It really made me watch a good show, Mr. Fanshatian."

This breath... Fan Shatian narrowed his eyes: "Demon God?"

"I prefer others to call me an angel." Samuel looked around the sea of ​​fire, "Angel of death."

He turned into a poisonous snake, snaked down from the eaves, and circled around the feet of Fanshatian, hissing:

"As a Buddhist, you slaughtered a lot. Others entertained you warmly, but you slaughtered the entire village."

His voice seemed to come from hell, constantly tearing Brahma's mind, winding up his calf.

"You are a murderer, you are more like a devil than me, your crimes cannot be washed away even if you go to hell..."

Samael admired Fanshatian's body trembling with guilt, waiting for his mood to fall into darkness.

Suddenly, Samuel widened his eyes and felt a huge force lift himself up.

It turned the snake's head with difficulty, and the red-haired man with a grin was reflected in his eyes:
"What are you kidding?"

Samuel: "What do you mean..."

"It's just a village. If you kill it, you will kill it."

Fan Shatian picked up the poisonous snake, pinched its throat, forced him to open his eyes wide, and burned his devilish smile into his mind:

"I will save whoever I like, and kill whoever I like. If Brahma dares to get my way, I will kill Brahma together."

Bang!
Samael was thrown to the ground by a huge force, Brahma was furious, his clothes burst, and he stared at it:
"I am not the heaven, and I do the evil of the sky."

boom! !

The arrogance soared to the sky, and the real image of Asura emerged from behind Fanshatian, the corners of the eyes almost reached the brows, and there were a series of crackling sounds from the back, and a roar broke out.

Samael turned into the main body, unfolded the black six wings, put away the scepter, and said coldly:
"I really don't like to do it myself, and I haven't even fully resurrected. However, if you think that 'Fury' is not good at duels, you are wrong!"

Bang!Bang!Bang!
In an instant, Samael and Fanshatian blasted out afterimages all over the sky, and the splashing fire light ignited the whole village.

The manager crawled out of the village in embarrassment, looked back at the tragic sea of ​​flames, and swallowed his saliva.

boom! !

The sea water boiled because of the strife between the two, and the flames shot up into the sky. The two rushed to the back mountain, and the fight shook the whole peninsula.

In mid-air, two arms emerged from the back of Fanshatian, and entered the form of Asura possessed. His whole body was bathed in terrifying dark red flames, roaring ferociously:

"You annoyed me!!"

The Wrathful Demon God flapped the pitch-black six wings, and the dark red 'power of rage' also exploded all over his body, as if he had entered madness, his muscles soared, and he waved two giant fists to meet him head-on:
"A mere human dares to compete with a demon god!"

Bang!
Fan Shatian punched the face of the Raging Demon God, and he was beaten so that he flew towards a hill. Immediately, he stepped on the upside-down body of the Raging Demon God with his feet, stepping on his body, breaking through a hill all the way!
Boom! !

The ground shook, the mountain collapsed, and amidst the rocks, the raging demon god grabbed Fanshatian's ankle, and his body swelled under the effect of the 'power of rage'.

It smashed into a mountain top with a 'boom', and the gravel splashed. Brahmashatian was embedded in the hill, with blood spilling from his mouth.

The furious Demon God jumped up vigorously, roared and threw a heavy punch, smashing a mountain!
boom! !

Brahma flew upside down, vomited blood, and the image of Asura behind him became more and more condensed. He stepped on the ground to stabilize his figure with a 'bang', bloodthirsty and tyrannical anger surged all over his body, and he said with a grinning smile:

"Not enough! Not enough! Come again!"

*
In the early morning, Lin Xiao was awakened by Chu Yun's emergency contact.

"The investigation about the ghost king made new progress last time," Chu Yun said.

Listening to his serious tone, Lin Xiao asked, "What's the specific situation?"

Chu Yun said in a deep voice: "There are vague rumors that Qianqi and several small fishing villages nearby are 'human trafficker villages'. Every year, they kidnap women from each other and sell them to bachelors in the village. They use the name of the ghost king to cover up."

Lin Xiao said in surprise: "There are such rumors, why didn't the investigation team send people to investigate deeply?"

"It's useless." Chu Yun shook his head and said, "Those villages are too poor, and several villages united to protect each other. In addition, the three major families of Fu Ying check and balance each other, and no one wants to touch this kind of mess. .”

"The key point is that last night, the violent demon god and Asura's successor fought on that peninsula, causing Qianqi Village to be almost destroyed, and this battle is still going on..." Chu Yun said.

Lin Xiao froze for a moment, realized something, and said:

"How long will it take us to reach Floating Sakura?"

"Take the S-class shuttle car, up to six hours."

"Emergency support!" Lin Xiao said, "Since both the Demon God and Fanshatian are hurting, let's come and get something for nothing!"

Chu Yun: "What if the demon god assimilates Fanshatian and becomes stronger..."

Lin Xiao: "Don't be crow-mouthed!"

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　This chapter is a test of the new writing method, and the fury chapter is coming to an end (つД`)
　　
　
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