Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 215 I can't do it, but my master is good (4k) (12)

Having said that, the monk began to sing a strange Buddha.

His lips opened and closed extremely quickly, as if he had seized some opportunity suddenly.

In an instant, Lin Feng saw the monk in front of him, and a strange change appeared on his body. Half of his body turned into a clay sculpture, and the soil was still falling down. The evil soil stained on his body was like a living thing. It continued to spread towards the other side of him.

The dirt seemed to eat him, to swallow the whole monk.

The other side of the monk's body turned into an extremely sacred arhat scene, exuding a nourishing radiance. The arhat on this side was calm and calm, with one hand holding hands, resisting the invasion of the evil soil. Lin Feng saw him The arhat's face is a bit awkward.

It's like the half faces of thousands of people together, with many commonalities and some characteristics.

One side of his mouth did not move, while the other mouth uttered Sanskrit, fast and steady. As a monk, his voice was resonant and his sentences were accurate. , became extremely painful.

A lotus flower appeared in his hand, looking at his appearance, he wanted to put the lotus flower on Lin Feng's forehead.

But he failed.

He could only remind Lin Feng.

"Duh."

"Far from the Badlands."

"Walk."

"leave."

"You can't continue to sink here."

"Trust no one."

"Invisibles."

"Don't hear it."

"Open the sky."

"What you see is not real."

"The rainy season is not rain, Nanke Yimeng."

Immediately afterwards, there were some strange remarks without specific references. He seemed to have gone crazy, and performed a fine analysis in front of Lin Feng. The Arhat's figure was constantly eroded by the mud.

He became more and more anxious when he spoke, and even cast an inexplicable spell on Lin Feng.

"Breaking the game, breaking the game, breaking the game, Tara Maha, Torodorosa, Visotara..."

Following bursts of extremely hasty incantations, the monk finally calmed down, and all the illusions in front of him disappeared.

Lin Feng was still staring at him.

He also woke up from a dream and looked at Lin Feng.

A ghost-like head rose from behind the monk.

"Why, is there something wrong with me?"

The monk asked curiously.

Lin Feng: "Master, it seems that someone died outside again, don't you plan to go and have a look?"

The monk was a little surprised when he heard this, he walked out of the room, and Lin Feng also walked out of the room.

After returning to his floating foot building, after a while, the monk called him from below, but Lin Feng turned a deaf ear to him.

He closed his eyes and pondered over the information he had just seen.

A monk, when Lin Feng observed him, he was in a normal state, and when Lin Feng did not observe him, he was a ghost image.

So what was he like.

A monk, is there still unobservability?
Also, what he said, "go", "leave", "don't trust anyone," "break the game", to be honest, Lin Feng really didn't take this matter to heart, because if he wants to break the game...

Lin Feng knew what his situation was.

He is now a standard failure of success and failure.

It's not easy for him to make something happen, but if he wants to ruin something, he has ten thousand ways to break the situation, but they are all ways to burn jade and stone together.

"Tara Maha, Dorotarasa, Visotara."

This is not any kind of mantra.

There are no hints in the game either.

Lin Feng tried to chant the mantra.

"Tara Maha, Dorotarasa, Visotara."

As he chanted.

Lin Feng felt a feeling of rejection, as if the surroundings had turned into the intestines of a certain kind of food. He was now in the intestines of a certain giant beast, and the entire intestines were constantly wriggling, wriggling, carrying Deadly acid.

The stomach acid and undecomposed stench all entered his nose. When Lin Feng opened his eyes, he saw pairs of eyes emerging from the darkness.

From inside the bowels of this monster, stare at him with open eyes.

The important thing is that Lin Feng saw a huge embryo.

That familiar smell.

And giant trees.

The roots of the giant tree slammed down from the outside, restraining the huge embryo.

'My ye, fairy fetus...'

When he saw the fairy slag, Lin Feng thought about the fairy fetus, whether the fierce man who was rumored to have cursed and killed the princes of the Han Dynasty would also appear here.

Look now.

He seems to be really there.

Here, thinking is like electricity, Lin Feng thought so, but something in that embryo opened its eyes.

Lin Feng saw an altar.

Sink into the depths of darkness.

When he saw the altar, Lin Feng broke the spell without saying a word.

When he opened his eyes again, in front of his eyes, a tree root wriggled in front of him, and then under his eyelids, it turned into a shadow and disappeared.

"What the hell is this place?"

Lin Feng stopped the spell and walked out of the house. In the distance, the overwhelming wind carried clouds like mountains and mountains, and everyone was trembling under the might of the sky.

Lin Feng: "What you see is not true, Nanke is a dream."

He pondered for a while, then hid in the darkness with an inexplicable expression.

The potions of the Gamalan secret medicine can be found on this island, and they are all very common medicinal materials, except for the wisdom orchid Gamalan.

At night, it started to rain outside, and the sound of the heavy rain was like people crying.

Holding the medicinal materials in his hand, Lin Feng put the pot on the firepit, and began to boil the potion of gammalan. The most important potion here is gammalan, the legendary orchid of wisdom.

After closing the window, Lin Feng had a feeling.

These heavy rains seem to carry different emotions.

It is pregnant with something else.

Falling to the ground, deep in the soil, awakening something.

Night curfew.

Because the herd of wild boars was approaching, no one was allowed to go out. Lin Feng picked off a petal of the orchid of wisdom and threw it into the pot in front of him. The medicine was originally brownish red, but after the orchid of wisdom fell into it, it turned pale Blue, exudes a cool taste.

Lin Feng can complete every input of raw material and every fire control with his eyes closed.

This is the benefit of skills, stable output, his skills can be used regardless of state, as long as they can be used, the quality and quantity will be guaranteed.

Unless the skills are wrong.

Otherwise, as long as he uses his skills, nothing will go wrong.

Lin Feng looked at the thing in front of him with a strange expression on his face, because the function of this thing was similar to that of sacrificial incense. After drinking this thing, he could communicate with his ancestors.

Lin Feng's problem lies in this. His problem is that his ancestors probably don't know how to find them in the game. It may be true, but he is more afraid of stabbing Li Bodhisattva in Xiangxi. Let's go, it's not time for this kind of fish to die.

Forget about the ancestors.

Lin Feng tapped his finger, and while looking around, he thought of several options.

The first one is his cheap master.

The second one is Zhang Zhuoen.

The third one is the warrior with [mou] sound next to him. He should also become a mage later.

These were the first three people he thought of.

These three are all inseparable from him. As for the priest who made the mask of the flesh priest, he excluded it.

Although he helped Lin Feng no less than that scholar in the late Northern Song Dynasty, but the priest, who is the priest?

Really unfamiliar.

It's just a bad guy who failed to seize the house.

Considering this, Lin Feng decided to give this place a hard time in order.

Without any clue, Lin Feng decided to look for any flaws throughout the whole work.

After all, there is a good saying, one day is a teacher and life is a father, even if he doesn't think so, the one who entrusted his method with the mountain god probably doesn't think so.

Pinching his nose, he poured the potion of this color into his stomach. Soon, Lin Feng fell into a state similar to "meditation", "entering concentration". He sat on the ground, in a trance, not knowing Where did I go.

He heard the sound of thunder, just like the sound of thunder found in the deep mountains of Xiangxi, following the sound of thunder, he kept floating upwards.

The wind in his body seemed to be calling, and Lin Feng floated along the wind towards the unknown Gao Tian. In an instant, he seemed to see endless thunder clouds, and a "city" under the cover of the thunder clouds.

Inside the thundercloud, someone is reading a book.

He read Mencius.

[Mencius said: The people are the most important, the country is second, and the king is the lightest]

[That's why you get the people of Qiu to be the son of heaven, you get the son of heaven to be a prince, and you get the princes to be a great official.If the princes are in danger of the country, they will be changed]

The sound of reading aloud was full of energy. When Lin Feng came, a big hand grabbed it with a kind of frightening terror.

But soon, Leiyun stopped.

【What are children looking at outside? 】

Lin Feng didn't know, so he didn't know who was talking, but at this time, Lin Feng decided to work hard.

"Master, I'm in prison."

Lei Yun was silent.

Afterwards, Lin Feng saw a finger coming down.

[Don't come here in the future, this place is not where you should come]

Then, a thunderstorm.

Before he had time to take a closer look, Lin Feng was in awe!

"boom!"

Lin Feng's soul returned to his body in an instant, and his whole body was numb, as if someone who had been struck by lightning was dumbfounded.

After he reacted a little bit, he opened the window and heard the panicked voices outside.

"Blood, it's bleeding."

The first thing Lin Feng heard was that it was snowing.

Soon, he realized that something was wrong, because it was not snowing outside, but blood.

Bloody rain of blood.

He looked up, and there seemed to be a hole in the sky, and natural light fell from outside, like a broken glass cup.

Look at the trace carefully.

Lin Feng: "Ah..."

It's Master.

Lin Feng suddenly felt that it is good to have a master, but the master gave the "power", and he did not give the master the "obligation", which is embarrassing.

No matter what the future meets.

Lin Feng knew in his heart that these were all so-called variables.

The more variables, the better for Lin Feng.

"thunder."

Lin Feng closed his eyes and thought of the overwhelming thunder pool. If the master went to [Shengxianzhai] with the will to die, what he left behind was the method he had learned all his life, and all of them were taken from the natural scenery. .

What does the master want.

thunder?
The thunderclouds that filled the sky in western Hunan were his master's handwriting?

In other words, is it true that as long as the thunderclouds in the sky do not go out, the master will not stop for a day, and he will always be like a warrior, constantly fighting?

For some reason, thinking of this, Lin Feng felt a little sad.

[Shengxian Village] is different from other places. One day someone will say the name of [Shengxian Village] outside, which means that [Shengxian Village] will appear in everyone's field of vision.

Whether it's Zhang Zhuo'en or his master, what they want most is not his name, to be remembered, to be remembered as a biography.

Their fate is to be forgotten.

Only when a person's figure disappears from history, memory, inscriptions, books, and language.

He is the real success.

Lin Feng looked up at the broken sky, feeling emo somehow.

Fortunately, Rigla Island is more emo than him, and there are many people there.

He depressed others.

……

before the finger arrives.

The fairy fetus in the embryo sleeps like a baby, and it sleeps in the depths of Ligera Island in the posture of "Wu Sleeping". Not far from it is a dilapidated Buddhist temple.

From its style, we can see the traces of historical changes. From the top of the building, we can see the traces of Buddhism in the upper seat, but on the sculptures inside, there are obviously traces of Buddhism in the Western Regions.

Inside, there are gold-plated Buddha statues, but these gold-plated fronts are golden and solemn. This is the incarnation of Dorothya, Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, but behind it, you can see that the entire Buddha statue has been hollowed out , inside, are various organs that are constantly wriggling.

These organs work together continuously, and if a drop of blood falls out, it will turn into a Nanyang evil.

Such a scene looks weird and terrifying.

Especially the Green Tara Mantra spit out from their mouths.

Age of the End of Law.

Demons dance.

On the altar in front of the fairy fetus, there is a person's name written on it. If you read it correctly, it says [Li Budu].

Birthday horoscope.

There is also a villain, running around on the altar lifelike, but he can't escape the prison here.

It is located in the interior of the primeval forest. If you look down from a high place, you can see that Rigera Island looks like a person lying down. The place where they are located is in the heart of Rigera Island.

"There are still 21 days left."

In the heart mantra of Green Tara, the gilded Buddha statue made a dull voice, communicating with the fairy fetus, but the fairy fetus remained motionless.

Gilded Buddha Statue: [What about Li Budu? 】

Immortal Fetus: [I will curse and kill it]

Gilded Buddha Statue: [Are you sure about his details? 】

Immortal fetus: [No matter what it is, it can be disposed of, I once cursed and killed princes]

At this moment, the land suddenly cracked, and a finger fell from the sky, poking a big hole in the dome!
For a split second, neither the fairy fetus nor the gold-plated Buddha statue spoke.

Immortal fetus: [What is that? 】

Immortal Fetus: [Isn't Lei Bu unable to descend to the mortal world? 】

Immortal fetus: [What is this? 】

The gilded Buddha statue didn't say anything, Green Tara's mantra was in disorder, blood and tears flowed from the front of the gilded Buddha statue, and cracks appeared in the entire temple.

(End of this chapter)