Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 151 Dharma veins withered, inheritance fault (3.6k)

Miao Zhu, Taoist priests, and monks, they were treated better than those who got out of the way, and they were not thrown into the classroom, but they were taken to Feng's house.

Except for the old Miao Zhu of Guandi Temple, the small Miao Zhu of Tianfei Temple, and the old rotten man wearing a robe in the Gongde Ancestral Hall, the rest of the people were all trembling, and the Taoist priest and monk were even more unbearable. , was so frightened that his legs were weak and his feet were limp, and he rolled on the ground, rolling into a ball, not daring to speak.

The officials in the yamen were also trembling with fear.

In the scene before me, there are only three words,
Chaos, chaos, chaos.

The world of monsters.

The old Miao Zhu of Guandi Temple kept smoking the long pipe in his hand without saying a word, while the little Miao Zhu of Tianfei Temple looked around, then lowered his head, looking at his nose, nose and heart, like It's a clay sculpture and woodcarving, only the old rotten man is quite energetic, he wanted to swear several times, but was repeatedly pulled by the little Miaozhu of the Tianfei Temple, and the swear words reached his throat, and he was blocked back again.Repeatedly, he held his breath tightly in his chest and blushed.

The officer next to him with his head bowed saw the old Furu's appearance, and kicked his ass, leaving a dusty footprint: "Shut up!"

The old rotten man turned his head and saw the official who was glaring at him, and became even more angry, but when he saw the official's clothes, he swallowed his anger again, and silently recited "the people do not fight with the officials" to comfort himself.

The square in front of the Feng family is like a hell of fire that will never go out.

Full of gore.

Regardless of whether it is a human or a demon, the corpses are lying together, treating them equally, and no one restrains them. On the contrary, those witches are alive and well. They have never done anything, and now they are trembling even more. eyes and ears, mouth.

As for those who were carrying muskets to hurt people, one or two even had their guns turned into two halves.

The old gods are dead.

The old god, which is about the same period as the old god, has been refurbished.

Lin Feng sat at the top with a blank expression, no joy, no anger, a kind of detached aloofness.

He didn't put down the zombie skin, and he is still an image wearing zombie skin.

Neither good nor evil.

On the contrary, it is this feeling of alienation that is even more frightening.

ruthless.

Compared with the illusory ones, many "defeated generals" have been lost.

A person holding a long sword is obviously not to be feared.

Even though he seriously injured their god just now, he was still too close to life.

Those believers do not believe and want to resist.

Until he showed his brutality and inhumanity.

Lin Feng looked at all this indifferently. The people and monsters he killed all had souls. They obviously still had some spirituality and recognized him, but they didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of these souls. They were afraid Extremely.

After waiting for a long time, no messenger took them away.

They were forcibly detained by Lin Feng's side.

Follow him.

Lin Feng ended their lives. After death, they did not escape Lin Feng's claws, and they were pulled by his side and followed by him.

Beside the fire, half of the paper figurines from the Fukou Paper Fire Shop were piled up on one side, not knowing what to do.

Those believers were all kneeling on the ground at this moment, imitating the voice of the priest clumsily in their mouths, trying to please the gods.

This person reminded them of the most primitive fear, and also the most primitive fear worship.

Pray because of fear.

Facing the unpredictable, unable to find the law, and irresistible existence, they began to pray for forgiveness, for the mercy of their subordinates, and for the gods not to hurt themselves.

A hero is certainly worthy of respect, but compared with an existence that gathers the evils of human nature, has the ability to tease the weak, is greedy for wealth, is obsessed with beauty, and can bring down divine punishment at any time, people are more willing to worship the latter in order to pray for his forgive.

Heroes may be able to negotiate terms.

But the wicked, either get rid of him with more powerful violence, or submit to him.

A villain, a villain without a bottom line, has no way to negotiate conditions.

This is the reason why there were tigers and wild monsters all over the mountains and plains before Buddhism was passed on.

In the mountains, there are really tigers, and outside, there are really wild beasts, and there are Si Yamen on the top, which can really kill people.

Everyone fears the God of the Earth.

Everyone was afraid that the land god would come down to punish them.

Everyone is afraid that the mountain god will bring disasters.

Everyone is also afraid of the plague, so they enshrine the plague and regard the plague as a god.

At that time, the gods were not amiable, they were terrifying, and because of a small disrespect, they would call the gods representing the plague to send divine punishment.

Just like those big figures with Si Yamen.

The rich and powerful were like pigs and sheep in the hands of officials in the Han Dynasty.

Ordinary people, even more so.

Lin Feng's actions reminded these "believers" of the "before".

Really, remember bitterness and think sweet.

Following the witches and parrots, the guards grabbed the Taoist priests and told them to work.

Someone lit the incense candles and cast the altar. The servants waved iron rulers to signal the Taoist priests to move. Lin Feng frowned as he watched the Taoist priests move.

Something is wrong with these Taoists.

Their movements are too unskilled.

These Taoist priests are all out of shape, some are hungry and thin shoulders that can't be lifted by hands, some are fat and friendly dough, some have eyeballs rolling around, they look treacherous and cunning.

No decent person.

Especially when they cast the altar.

Lin Feng's dharma altar is neither supernatant, nor spiritual treasure, nor is it pure and clear. The altar of stealing the secret method is simpler than these altars. The method of folk customs pays attention to adapting measures to local conditions.

Even so, those Taoist priests couldn't do it.

These Taoist priests are not Sanshan Talismans, let alone Youdao Quanzhen. Lin Feng, a layman, can see the problem after a second look.

Ke Yi, they can't do it, they don't look like the disciples of Sanshan Talisman, naturally, they are not all true.

If Youdao Quanzhen can practice like this, these Taoist priests can reopen.

As a Taoist priest, his virtues, dignity and fasting are not good enough.

Lin Feng frowned.

Where are these junk snacks from.

Lin Feng didn't speak, he let the wind fall aside, whistling in Wu Ji's ear.

Wu Ji trembled, and asked instead of Lin Feng: "The master said, show the Taoist priest's identity certificate."

After checking, Lin Feng suddenly realized.

Not to mention the Taoist priests who conferred the inscriptions or preached precepts, many of them could not even prove their own Dharma.

Zhang Kou said that the patriarch is Qiu Chuji, the Quanzhen inherited from Qiu Chuji, and also from Laoshan, the capital, which is very lofty.

Then, you prove it?
No.

You say that you are Quanzhen, a high-level Taoist priest who brought you to the entrance, when did you pass on the precepts, which lawyer, what altar was opened when you passed on the precepts, what turban you wore, your precepts, your Dharma As for the pulse, which one did you learn, and what kind of pill did you refine?

Ask three questions.

That's all for the Taoist priests, and then ask the monks, nine of the ten great monks have no ultimatum.

Half a catty eight taels.

They are called memorizing scriptures, hesitating, and there are only a few monks who are fat and have a loud voice.

Compared with these Taoist priests, these monks at least did a good job.

But after careful investigation, they were all illiterate. When asked how they knew the scriptures, they said that they heard the scriptures in a daze while sleeping in the Buddhist hall. If they heard too much, they would naturally recite them.The proficiency in memorizing is also due to work. They rely on it for food, beating gongs, beating drums, and chanting scriptures, each has its own emphasis.

If the posture is good, the business will naturally be good.

Business is good, so I will be full naturally.

A virtuous circle.

Seeing these monks and priests like this, Lin Feng was extremely disappointed.

Outside of the game, a lot of things are missing.

The world in the game is not much better.

What exactly has he experienced that can cause the dharma veins to wither to such an extent.

Is it because all the talents have been filled in [Shengxianzhai], causing a fault in the inheritance outside, or something happened, which is why these things are left...

No, it shouldn't be to stay, but to let these people make up for it.

As long as there are a few methods left behind, people like Fukou will not be like this!

To say that they are mages is really overestimating them. On the contrary, the three temples standing next to them are interesting.

Especially the old man smoking dry tobacco, behind him, there is a faint golden light, looking at it, there is still a three-point evil spirit on his body.

The one in the Gongde Temple can't see anything, but Lin Feng can smell the blue incense from the temple in the Tianfei Temple from a distance.

The amount of incense is simply appalling.

If the incense and the strength correspond to each other, then among the three temples, the temple in the Tianfei Temple can slap Lin Feng to death.

[The Eye of Aura: A Glimpse of Horror]

【Name: Old Man Zhou】

【Type: Human】

[Strength: No Entry]

[Skill: None]

[Luck:? ? ? 】

[Threat degree: none to extremely high]

This is the first time this has happened.

It's fine if you can't see the name clearly (Old Man Zhou), Emperor Guan's Temple Zhu Zhou Old Man has no cultivation base, his luck is uncertain, and his threat level is even more erratic.

Lin Feng then went to see the concubine ceremony at Tianfei Temple.

[The Eye of Aura: A Glimpse of Horror]

【Name: Lin Yinian】

【Type: Human】

[Strength: No Entry]

[Skill: None]

[Luck:? ? ? 】

[Threat degree: none to extremely high]

The Miaozhu of Tianfei Temple is the same, except that the name is different, the strength is also not strong, and the threat level is also erratic.

As for the poor old Confucian who talked about the meritorious deeds, [Guanqi Dharma Eye: Glance at the Shock] is useless.

He is like a dead man.

But a dead person can't have both breath and shadow, so vivid.

This Fukou, I didn't see it at first, but now I look at it, the water in Fukou is definitely deep enough, it is these people here, Lin Feng has to say three words.

Strange.

Strange.

Strange!
Of these three interesting temple wishes, one or two are abnormal.

After watching the temple wishes, among these trembling people, Lin Feng saw the Western sailor again, and the Western sailor appeared from time to time since he got the boat ticket.

The firelight shone on his face, making him look, bright and dark.

He noticed Lin Feng's gaze.

He continued to tap the lid with his finger, as if to remind him forever that time was passing.

Lin Feng's eyes were slightly deep, and he used the [Aura Eye: A Glance].

[The Eye of Aura: A Glimpse of Horror]

【Name: Lucky Friday】

【type:……】

……

This was the first time that Lin Feng didn't read a whole thing.In the past, even if he couldn't see some information, he could still see some "???", this sailor is extremely outrageous, he is called [Lucky Friday], the name of the person is like the name of the ship, Or maybe he was the boat.

But some of the latter characteristics disappear with the disappearance of this person.

Ships are not easy either.

It's so troublesome before leaving Fukou.

Uncle Wu was able to escape from such a situation.

He is really a firecracker in the late Ming Dynasty, can he be killed?

He is not the general of the Li family.

Lin Feng clasped his hands on the chariot, and continued without saying a word.

Since the opponent didn't move, Lin Feng didn't take the initiative to break through. The altar was ready, and Lin Feng stepped forward.

【Secret of Stealing Door: Five Ghosts Transporting Technique】

He replaced the bones with paper figurines. Following Lin Feng's footsteps and spells, people around felt the wind gusts. Lin Feng was actually a big gamble. Every time he used this technique, he couldn't forget one thing.

[Xiangxi Dashan] Inside, the huge blood god looks like he is tied to his soul.

He was afraid that there was something like this nearby.

Gods and Buddhas may not exist, but demons may exist.

Following Lin Feng's footsteps and magic spells, the surrounding darkness seemed to become more intense. The flame pit of the "compilation" character burning here began to shrink slightly, and the surrounding torches and lanterns, the light of the dead air lanterns, were covered by the darkness. Constant suppression.

Miserable weeping and weird laughter came from around, and immediately, those "dead" paper figurines began to "come alive" gradually, first with dark, ink-dotted eyeballs, then with hands and feet, Finally, he stood up directly.

It wasn't just Feng's house that was abnormal, the whole of Fukou began to change because of Lin Feng's reckless behavior.

(End of this chapter)