Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

The arms and thighs of these ascetic monks were all broken in a strange shape, and even one, Lin Feng saw an arrow missing through his neck.

From his point of view, the venous throat should have been punctured.

Even so, he is alive.

In the eyes, there is silence like water.

This is their method of practice, they are torturing themselves—by torturing themselves, they achieve inner peace.

With a body that is incomparably painful, reach a state of soul that is capable of sublimation.

In the Song Dynasty and before that, some fan monks preached in this way. They broke their arms, pierced their cheeks, and even raised their arms in front of everyone without changing their expressions. All of them are deformed, and they are used to tell others about their devotion to Buddha.

Stories like decapitation and rebirth of severed limbs often appear among them.

The scholar-officials in the Song Dynasty disliked them very much.

At this moment, Lin Feng met ascetic monks on the small island in Nanyang. On this island, they only covered their bodies with cloth. I don't know what they smeared on their bodies, and they looked extraordinarily bright.

As if reflecting light.

There seems to be an extremely uncomfortable power in these people, and the specific manifestation of this uncomfortable power is those hounds that are about to lose control.

There is also the demon-binding rope between Lin Feng's eyebrows.

The demon-binding rope is about to break through the eyebrows, and give these ascetic monks a hard blow!
Lin Feng stretched out his hand, and as if nothing had happened, he touched the center of his eyebrows, stroked it peacefully, and told the demon-binding rope between his eyebrows not to appear when it shouldn't.

It's just that Lin Feng was able to restrain his eyebrows and bind the demon rope.

Hounds are not so easy to deal with.

In desperation, those thugs who followed behind the smelly old man had no choice but to keep blowing bone whistles in an attempt to forcibly suppress these hounds.

The hounds had to lie down temporarily.

It's a pity that these bone whistles are also harmful to hounds.

Visible to the naked eye, these hounds appeared even more repressed to the deepest level of irritability!
They are no ordinary hounds.

They are excellent hunters, and they don't seem to have much loyalty to their masters—especially when their masters show their true colors, they don't seem to be able to tell them apart very well, that is the change of their masters look after.

Say so.

Lin Feng remained calm.

I have already thought about how to find fun in my heart.

The ascetic friar glanced at the hounds that were about to move.

Only when they looked at the hound, there would be a slight fluctuation in their calm and calm eyes.

Like a living person.

Old Miscellaneous Smelly came forward to communicate, their voices were very low, unfortunately Lin Feng could still hear what they said even if he was a little farther away, Lin Feng was going to visit the cemetery, Old Smelly talked to these penances in a negotiating tone During the discussion, he frequently mentioned a person, "grandfather".

As the fifth uncle of Lin Feng, he came to negotiate with these ascetic monks.

Lin Feng lowered his head, "Are these cemeteries the property of Uncle Wu, or the property of these ascetics?"If it was Uncle Wu's property, then he came to his own property, and he was so humble, it was incomprehensible. …

If it was not his property, but the property of these ascetics, what agreement did they make? '

These ascetics appeared in the cemetery, Lin Feng expressed his understanding.

A burial with more than four corpses abandoned can be called a cemetery/cemetery/place of burial.

Some of the earliest heretics and yogis lived in the corpse forest to see through the impermanence of life and death and understand their own way. Later, some heretics were surrendered by the Buddha.

This method has also been absorbed into Buddhism, and in the corpse forest, there is also a guardian like the guardian of the corpse forest.

Appearing in the form of a skeleton, implying the impermanence of life and death between heaven and earth.

Lin Feng understands these things, but they shouldn't appear here.

They are obviously not on the same path as Theravada Buddhism.

At the same time, Lin Feng also saw that when Smelly Lao used to communicate, he entrusted the "mad dogs" the size of a calf to his subordinates. Judging by the momentum, they could hardly bear it anymore.

The influence of the fairy slag last night was greater than he imagined.

Moreover, these hounds, the way they treat these ascetic monks is not like treating normal practitioners.

Lin Feng lowered his head, and didn't let his hair fly out. Taking advantage of these calf-sized hounds, before their real owners came back, [Snap Net] quietly tied these hounds.

Just at once, Lin Feng felt the energy and blood of these hounds, as if a volcano erupted, breaking through a shackle.

Even a Bengal tiger might not be stronger than these hounds.

more importantly.

That ferocity.

The ferocity hidden under the blood.

The ferocity of these hounds was unimpeded after Lin Feng's [Net] got in.

Lin Feng could feel that the blood energy in their bodies was wrapped with Yin Qi, and within these Qi, blood and Yin Qi, what was wrapped was the human soul.

These hounds feed on people.

After Lin Feng noticed all of this, he didn't even think it was strange. After taking root, the hounds lost control in an instant.

In order to raise the wildness of the hounds, their qi and blood are wrapped in hostility.

Suppress wildness with bone whistle.

But if you want to be wild, you have to bear the possibility of them becoming beasts.

Just like now, Lin Feng's twenty [nets] completely disrupted the movements of these people, and the rest of Lin Feng's threads took root in these people, and those people immediately stopped whistling in their mouths!
The Hound is out of control!
When Old Smelly came to his senses, he was shocked to see that the usually docile "little babies", even bone whistles, couldn't suppress their viciousness.

They rushed over and bit off the throats of his thugs. As they tore, the cold blood sprayed out, turned into dirty black, and fell to the ground.

These hounds are proficient in hunting. They know how to bite people to death - throat, genitals, chest and abdomen. Only dogs that have been domesticated for a long time will start eating people from the face, because they didn't intend to eat at the beginning. Cannibals, they just want to wake up their master by licking, but as time goes by, they will start to devour the master's face, and after seeing blood, they can no longer stop their actions. …

Unlike feral dingoes, they know where the softest spots are.

The smelly old shot at the sky, trying to stop their movements.

As a dog breeder.

He knew how terrifying these hounds were when they got out of control, and he didn't understand why these hounds went crazy!

The ascetic monks beside him saw that the hound was out of control, turned around and left without saying a word.

Did not stop at all.

Lin Feng stood motionless, under the bite of those hounds, the thugs screamed. After they died, there seemed to be something in their bodies that was going to revive. Unfortunately, these hounds were trained to deal with The situation at hand.

No matter what's inside them, they can't stand up again!
The stinky boss was bold, puffed up his cheeks vigorously, and blew his bone whistle, trying to suppress these hounds, but under Lin Feng's troubles, these hounds have already gone crazy!
This time it was crazy.

After killing those thugs, a group of relatively small hounds rushed towards the ascetic monk.

Lin Feng saw these ascetic monks took out their weapons.

One of the ascetic monks was thrown down by the hound and bit off his scalp.

Its scalp looks like it's sewn onto its body.

After being bitten by a hound, the scalp fell off, revealing the body that was sewn up inside with stitches like a skeleton.

He's like a real skeleton.

The rest of the ascetics were not much better.

Only those calf-sized hounds ignored the ascetics and ran towards the "S" shaped muddy river, as if something was attracting them there.

But on the other side of the Zhuohe River, there is a virgin forest!
It's a forbidden area for humans!
Seeing this scene, Old Smelly's face changed drastically. He didn't care about those small hounds. He knew that ascetic monks could handle them, but if these hounds ran into the forest - he dared not throw them away!

"Master, stand here and don't move, I'll go after those hounds!"

But before he yelled out, Lin Feng had already swooped and grabbed one of the calf hounds by the chain, and then he was "dragged" out.

Seeing this, Mr. Smelly felt like his heart and lungs had stopped.

The whole person is numb!
Losing these calf-sized hounds, he couldn't bear to walk around. If he lost the young master, he couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would suffer.

The hound ran fast.

He chased after him crazily.

These hounds actually crossed the Zhuo River!
When Lin Feng passed by, he felt that countless pairs of cold hands wanted to grab him and drag him to the deepest part of the Zhuo River.

Then, Lin Feng thanked himself for exercising his body.

Because these hounds rushed into the primeval forest, there was no way at all in the primeval forest.

Those branches, the bushes, are like sharp knives!

With the physique of a hunting dog, these branches and unknown bushes scraped blood all over his body, and the blood splattered.

But Lin Feng was still intact - only his clothes were a little ragged.

Then there was a strong tug, during which Lin Feng didn't know how many trees he bumped into. Fortunately, he was physically fit, and he was fine when he hit a tree. However, the hound ran too fast, throwing off the people behind him. Hearing the people chasing after him, the sound became more and more distant, and the barking of the hounds in front became more and more intense.

At the end, it stopped.

The hounds began to circle in circles anxiously.

Lin Feng got up from the ground in disgrace, and saw the scene in front of him.

A piece of shady soil.

A place where no grass grows.

Surrounded by trees, only here are fallen leaves.

Just by looking at it, Lin Feng felt the hairs on his back stand upside down, very ominous.

As soon as he turned his gaze here, he saw that there was another monument here.

Slightly mutilated.

Lin Feng squatted down and looked at the inscription.

I saw a familiar name on the inscription.

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