blood fox

Chapter 56

Although we all guessed about the Sidong thing, it might have gotten in.

But Xuan Ming knew that Yang Hui's parents should drink the well water from Suolongjing, and he also knew that he would sacrifice blood to save my life. In the battle in Lingyun Community last night, the monks of Xilin Temple contributed a lot.

Since they were all wounded, when they came back to the temple, it was impossible that they didn't get tested, right?

I glanced at Xuan Ming, his compassionate face was full of worry.

He said softly: "When the monks of Xilin Temple returned to the temple, they all locked the water in the Dragon Well to purify themselves, and found no abnormality."

I'm curious about the Suolongjing. It seems that Xilin Temple uses Suolongjing's well water for everything.

Seeing me like this, Qin Yangyu whispered to me: "There is a well in the north of Xilin Temple. The water in the well is always cold, like ice. There is an iron chain as thick as a sea bowl hanging down into the well."

"Xilin Temple was built on the basis of this Dragon Locking Well. There used to be a monk who was drunk and tore out the Dragon Locking Chain. As a result, he circled Beishan four times without reaching the end." Qin Yangyu looked at me with excitement in his eyes. .

He patted himself on the chest: "When I came in, I also used well water to purify my body. Smack, it's really like ice water, it's bitingly cold, but it's said that it can get rid of bad smell when it's soaked in dragon breath."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Xuanming again, leaned into my ear and whispered: "Xilin Temple is dilapidated, and it doesn't receive many foreigners, but it can support hundreds of monks, and they can all live in single rooms. By selling Suolongjing water."

He seemed to be afraid that Xuanming would hear it, so he almost whispered it in my ear.

I was feeling too close and wanted to tilt my head.

He heard Ling Yuan yell: "Qin Daoist..."

His voice was somewhat severe, which made Qin Yangyu turn his head to look puzzled.

Although I've seen Ling Yuan's stern appearance twice, I seem to be holding back. It's a bit strange to suddenly burst into deep drinking.

Wei Wei and Qin Yangyu took a step sideways and looked at Ling Yuan.

But he walked lightly and walked between Qin Yangyu and me, as if he was taking a breath.

Then he said: "Qin Daochang used blood to lure the sky thunder, and deliberately drew the Dao Wu Thunder Talisman with blood, and he can still come out of hibernation. I am afraid that after all these years, he has improved a little bit, so don't be alarmed. He was more blood-tainted, and in order to change his identity, he also killed monks in vain."

He gasped for breath when he said this, which made Qin Yangyu startled.

But he was also right. He was able to come out as a fake Yang Hui because Yang Hui died.

If he becomes someone else, with that thing's cruel heart, I'm afraid he won't do something like knock him out and hide him.

In his eyes, human life is nothing at all.

When I think of this, my heart feels heavy.

If what that thing said was true, so was what I heard.

Such an existence should indeed be killed.

But since Ling Yuan knew about it, why did he still let Yun Miao marry him?Just to get a chance to kill him?
Since he was so powerful, how could he be killed just to marry Yun Miao?

There are also the words of the marriage alliance: Worship the moon as an alliance, and the essence and blood blend together...

I frowned tightly, not daring to think about it anymore.

But at this moment, the monks who carried the water had already returned with two large buckets of water.

Yang Hui's parents were tied behind their backs on a wide stool. The monks pinched their mouths skillfully and poured water into their mouths.

It has been a while since the water was brought here from Beishan, and when it was poured out, it was still very cold, which shows how cold the water is.

Yang Hui's parents were tied up, and their limbs were still moving wildly, and even the broad stool was moved by them.

But there were so many monks, they couldn't escape even if they wanted to, and they kept pouring water until I couldn't bear to watch.

Until the four or five buckets of water were almost filled, Yang Hui's parents' abdomens were arched high, their bodies were drenched, and they even felt cold.

Perhaps it was because the water washed away the black hairs on Yang Hui's parents' faces.

Then Xuanming led a group of monks, holding a wooden fish, and recited mantras around the couple.

They read in Sanskrit, which I couldn't understand, but as they recited scriptures, Yang Hui's parents felt cold in bursts, the black hair on their faces appeared and disappeared, and their throats roared from time to time.

Because there is too much water, every time he roars, well water gushes out from his mouth and nose.

The water rinsed his face and suppressed the growing black hair.

Their stomachs filled with water seem to have something arching, as if the water inside is slowly turning due to some force, trying to rush out of their stomachs from time to time.

With the sound of the mantra, the water surged more violently, Yang Hui's parents seemed to be in more pain, and kept roaring.

Just looking at it made my whole body tense up.

Seeing the water in the belly trying to get out like snakes, I was afraid that the water would burst out.

And at this moment, Xuan Ming and the monks who were circling around them suddenly hit the wooden fish hard, and then took a big step towards the middle.

Then he let out a deep drink, and knocked down on their stomachs with the wooden fish mallet in his hand.

The wooden fish mallet was not big, and they didn't use much force, but once it hit Yang Hui's parents' towering and water-arched abdomen, Yang Hui's parents made a "goo" sound in their throats, followed by a fierce long mouth. spit water.

At the same time, Xuan Ming led the monks, quickly pulled off the rope for them, helped them to fall to one side, and let them spit out the water in their stomachs.

Just when they spit out the water, Ling Yuan, who was standing between me and Qin Yangyu, immediately dragged me back a few steps, and stood on the porch.

Under the light of the corridor, Yang Hui's parents spit out countless black hairs along the water, so many that even the water was blackened.

After those black hairs hit the ground, they were still wriggling along the water like earthworms.

As the water was spit out, Yang Hui's parents showed terrified expressions on their faces.

Even more painful, the neck twitched and made a gurgling sound.

Xuan Ming hurriedly pressed Yang Hui's mother's back with a wooden mallet, pushing forward a little bit along the spine, chanting Sanskrit mantras in his mouth.

As the wooden fish hammer reached the neck, he exerted force, and Yang Hui's mother let out a painful "ah" in her throat, followed by a black ball, stained with water, and the wet ball was spit out.

The thing fell into the water on the ground, and it seemed to be still splashing.

And the black hair that was spit out and wriggled in the water seemed to have sensed that thing, and all flowed in the water, rushing towards it.

After a while, the thing's body was covered with hair, and it seemed that even its flapping wings became stronger.

"Looks like a bat? But bats don't have such long hairs?" Qin Yangyu stared at the thing splashing in the water.

Turning his head to look at Ling Yuan puzzled: "Does Lord Ling Yuan know what this is?"

At this moment, Yang Hui's mother let out a long and painful "ah" from her throat, and another such thing spit it out.

The one that spit it out seemed to be frightened, so it no longer curled up in a ball, and suddenly spread its black-haired wings, soared into the air, and rushed towards me.

The snout of that thing is very short, but it has a mouthful of fangs, but the size of a palm, but it has quite a lot of teeth.

It was even stained with mucus, whether it was water or something, and it flowed out from the opened mouth.

It seemed to be screaming with its mouth open: "Yunmiao..."

This sound is like the sound of cuckoos during spring plowing. It is long and ethereal. It seems that the enunciation is not so clear, but it rang in my head instantly.

I couldn't help being taken aback, and at that moment, the bat had already arrived in front of me.

(End of this chapter)