Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 158 Nanyang Bodhisattva (3k)

This Nanyang Jianmu is about the size of an adult sitting down, about one meter wide and narrow, soaked in tung oil, full of various twigs and leaves, full of the beauty of a wild vitality.

It is still alive even after being removed from the construction stage for a long time.

This is a Nanyang Bodhisattva.

The beliefs in Nanyang are more complex than those in the Central Plains. The two ethnic groups who are a little farther away do not know what kind of Bodhisattva they worship. For each Azhan, the bones they look for in the cemetery are different, and the Bodhisattva they create It's not the same, white wizards and black wizards, they use different things.

The transmission of Dharma veins is extremely secret.

There are many things that can be done, and naturally, there are more taboos. If you violate the taboos of wizards, the consequences will be extremely miserable.

better than death.

Just talk about Bodhisattvas.

Nanyang is not only divided into Mahayana and Hinayana Buddhism, but there are many strange Bodhisattvas, just like this Nanyang Bodhisattva, which looks a bit like a female form of one of the 32 bodies of Avalokitesvara. The system is correct. If she If she is female and has masculine characteristics, she may not look so evil.

More importantly, next to the sculptured Bodhisattva, there are wet bones.

Her whole body was as if a living corpse had been stuffed into a large plank plank. Under the firelight, when Lin Feng saw this Bodhisattva, his gaze moved like a living thing.

A large number of green vines entangled the bones inside.

Trees and bones coexist.

A Nanyang Bodhisattva with strange symbiosis has been formed.

Lin Feng looked at the corpse, his eyes were filled with the fire of the Yin God and the light of the moonlight, but even so, his surroundings were still plunged into darkness without realizing it.

Even his wind, [Sword Heart Clear] and [Unyielding] didn't work.

It's like this Bodhisattva has no malice towards him.

In the sinking darkness, the skeleton raised its head and asked, "Do I look good?"

A corpse with rotting flesh came out from Nanyang Jianmu and hugged Lin Feng.

Affectionately.

A peach-colored miasma appeared on his body.

The Nanyang Bodhisattva in front of him dragged him into the darkness, and there was darkness everywhere where he couldn't see his fingers. A desperate feeling of helplessness hit his heart.

She kept walking towards Lin Feng, and the suffocating feeling became more and more serious.

But even so.

Lin Feng's passivity still didn't work.

In Lin Feng's body, the yin spirit emerged, and when he called out the sixth tone of the earth, his yin spirit also changed.

The sound of expulsion, the flame of the Yin God is raging, and the sound of whipping, the flames from the Yin God will wave out and whip around.

The wet bone "affectionately" walked over, was whipped by the flames, and made a sound that made one's blood swell after hearing it.

There seemed to be a deep patch under Lin Feng's feet, which was bottomless.

This wet hand was about to touch Lin Feng's body.

An uncountable number of green plants emerged from the dark deep pool, quickly entangled Lin Feng, and dragged him into the deep pool.

Indulge in tenderness.

In the eyes of others, all this happened in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of those people on the pier, it was because Lin Feng saw Nanyang Bodhisattva, and then Lin Feng disappeared.

Appearing again, he was entangled in the wooden plank, his wet bones seemed to be alive, he approached Lin Feng "tenderly", wanting to hold Lin Feng in his arms.

The wet, unknown liquid dripping on the ground looked quite disgusting.

Seeing this, the old rotten man covered his eyes, "see no evil", "see no evil".

Xiao Miaozhu's eyes were wide open, and he poked the old man Zhou beside him and said, "Hey, hey, look carefully, this is Nanyang Azhan's Huanxi Hongluan Sha, who is offering to Hongluan Bodhisattva.

I have never seen such a complete offering device. Although the strength is at the eighth rank at most, it is extremely rare.

After this village, there is no such shop.

Red Luan Bodhisattva. "

Red Luan Bodhisattva is a Nanyang shaman, who is dressed in black and is one of the most worshiped objects of evil sects.

If you want to make this thing, you need not only the strange Nanyang Jianmu, but more importantly, the bones enshrined in it. Some Nanyang sorcery, for pregnant women who died suddenly after pregnancy, one dead and two dead, there is a kind of Very special favorite.

Use it as raw material.

The effect of magic weapon has increased dramatically!
Fate is like miasma, in Xiaomiaozhu's eyes, this thing I don't know where I got it, it is an extraordinary boutique, even among evil weapons, it is very rare, the strongest thing about Hongluan Bodhisattva is not others Yes, it is the pollution of luck and fate.

It did it all. In his eyes, a large amount of peach blossom miasma came out from the skull's mouth full of rancid breath, and landed on Lin Feng's head. Lin Feng's deep eyes seemed invisible. In the deep abyss, a horned dragon appeared faintly.

The fate of Qiulong Qianyuan appeared, and the light red and black of peach blossom miasma intertwined and turned into a cloud.

Lin Feng also came back to his senses.

He struggled to free one hand, and then, like a moth to a flame, the black mist on one side kept hitting and sinking into the body of the Red Luan Bodhisattva, using all the breath in his body to annihilate this The miasma inside.

The corpse let out an unpleasant scream, but was suppressed by Lin Feng holding the Jade Buddha.

Putting the dharma flag on the body of this thing, his other hand kept writing words dripping with blood behind the corpse.

Between the blood and blood, the document and blood formed a strange balance. Soon, Lin Feng felt that he was encroaching on the possession of the Bodhisattva statue. Although it was painful, this pain was not enough for Lin Feng. What kind of.

Jian Mu greedily sucked Lin Feng's blood.

As Lin Feng's blood seeped in, some other things were spit out by the Bodhisattva statue.

graveyard.

human oil.

blood.

Unspeakable herbal juice.

These things were spat out, and it seemed that something was being conceived in the entire Nanyang Jianmu.

Lin Feng is writing land essays.

Red Luan Bodhisattva uttered an even more astonishing scream. Unfortunately, under the double suppression of the Jade Buddha and the Fa Banner, and the forcible dispersal of the ghosts who came forward, the bones were still bound to death, and Lin Feng could use them Blood, write all your own literature on it.

Withdrawing his fingers, Lin Feng's fingers have returned to normal.

The wet bones finally made a miserable sound and disappeared.

Lin Feng also lowered his fingers.

After the seed of life was shattered, the yin god transformed into also had a powerful feedback effect on the body. After doing this, Lin Feng looked at this thing for the first time. This is the staff of the land god, which has incredible effects.

Lin Feng grabbed the object, the flames were blazing, and the flames belonging to the Yin God continued to refine the shape of the object. In the end, it turned into a wooden sword, shaped like an eight-faced Han sword. , absolutely cannot kill anyone.

At least you can't cut off people's heads.

But it would be a bit reckless to say that it is absolutely impossible to kill people.

At least it can kill people.

The magic weapon he had been thinking about had arrived.

It's just that with the staff, Lin Feng didn't feel much joy in his heart. He asked Xiao Miaozhu, "Is this the case with Nanyang Jianmu?"

He was shocked by Nanyang Jianmu, because he had faced it head-on, so he found that the vitality of Nanyang Jianmu seemed to have formed its own school.

Similar to the ghosts that Ge Tianshi said.

It is more vibrant than the ghosts that exist in the deep mountains of Xiangxi.

"This is an immature Nanyang Jianmu. If you meet a mature Nanyang Jianmu, I'm afraid it won't be the case. Even Ah Zhan from Nanyang will just choose to leave the mature Nanyang Jianmu.

It will become extremely unfortunate to be close to Nanyang Jianmu. "

Lin Feng frowned: "Why did Nanyang become like this? Why are the trees there so strange?"

Xiao Miaozhu smiled hehehe: "You haven't been to Nanyang yet.

The thickness of Nanyang's vitality and the flourishing of all things can be described by more than just two words.

If you go to Nanyang, you will see what is called real animism and disorderly growth.

What's more, Nanyang is now full of foreigners and Fanren.

What you have seen, what you have not seen, what you can imagine, what you can't imagine, all these things are found in Nanyang.

At this time, Nanyang is undergoing changes unseen in a century.

Not to mention trees, even islands may be alive.

If you're going to sea, you'd better be careful, those old sailors do what they say, and don't go against their word. "

Xiao Miaozhu said: "It's good to do it yourself."

Lin Feng: "Have you heard of the Taoist magic weapon to bind the demon rope?"

Xiao Miaozhu shook his head: "I don't practice Taoism."

Lin Feng asked Ligla Island again.

Xiaomiao wished to laugh.

He said Rigra was not a good name.

Lin Feng still wanted to ask, but Xiao Miaozhu signaled him not to ask, "Are you still going to Rigra? I said it's dangerous, don't go, do you want to go too?"

Lin Feng: "Indeed."

Xiao Miaozhu said: "Since you are indeed going to Ligera Island, then don't ask, you have to know, knowing itself is a terrible disaster.

Only forgetting and ignorance is a kind of happiness.

If you are in Rigera and have any familiar friends, you'd better listen to him, and if there is a custom, however surprising it sounds, don't break it.

Do as the Romans do, only in this way can you have a chance to live safely. "

Xiaomiao Zhuxiao's teeth were all exposed, and she looked quite gloating.

Lin Feng did not vent his anger on him.

"Shall we go to Guandi Temple now?"

"Don't worry, let's sacrifice these. If you go to Guandi Temple like this, you may not be able to protect yourself."

Holding the staff in his hand, Lin Feng nodded and firmly rooted it to the ground.

The scriptures on the instrument are connected to the ground, not only the earth veins, but even Lin Feng can feel the yin veins, the popularity, the "wish of all living beings", and even more the sense of the people who died here for hundreds of years. The ghosts seemed to have found something to rely on, and rushed towards this side like a crucian carp crossing a river.

(End of this chapter)