Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 288 It's the same to cover you and cover me
Another Wutong Immortal.

The Wutong Immortal is a group of people, not a single person, and the lack of six supernatural powers is the same as the Wutong Immortal.

There is no such thing as an exhaustive "immortal".

The one who has all the omissions is an Arhat.

In other words, "Wutong Immortals" are a group of "stupid" people, a group of unenlightened people, no matter how powerful they are, they are all reckless in the eyes of Buddha.

Buddha has always convinced people with reason.

I don't know whether to pass the poor competition or not, but they probably don't like the stupid ones. If the cultivation is not in place, the smart teacher will collapse when he sees the stupid students.

The mentality exploded, and there was an idea of ​​wanting to strangle his stupid student to death.

Perhaps this is also the reason why the Buddha is more kind. If the Buddha could control his bad temper, he might really shine a light on the world.

"boom".

big Bang.

Touching the center of his brow, his bare hands disappeared.

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly had a very weird and heaven-defying idea.

It's not a card bug.

On the contrary, his thinking is very logical.

That is, what would happen if an arhat or even a Bodhisattva made a wish to Chengtian Temple?
Nothing else is allowed, just a promise of "passing through hell". Well, thinking about it this way, Lin Feng thought of the sages of the past and present. If they promised a "world harmony", wouldn't the world be stable sooner?

Great vows are not only exclusive to Buddhist masters.

It wasn't until now that Lin Feng's pattern opened up that he realized that he had been keeping his eyes outside the mundane world.

A huge world.

In addition to princes and generals, there are also people who are close to saints throughout the ages. They may not have enough magic power, but they are definitely first-class ruthless people.

If they are asked to sacrifice something in exchange for the great unity of the world, someone will really do it.

There are such ruthless people everywhere.

But they didn't succeed.

No one even tried.

This explains why.

This shows that this path is impracticable.

After all, this path is a shortcut, who can play games if you can open a cheat?
Are people not lazy?
Don't people want to take shortcuts?

If this is a person of the right way, will there be no one to follow Zhou?

With this in mind, Lin Feng had a deeper understanding of the dangers of Shengxianzhai and Chengtian Temple.

Just at this time.

"Click" sound.

A "skin bag" fell from the sky and fell in front of Lin Feng.

Without the support of Yehuo, it was difficult for Lin Feng to describe what he saw.

The beggar chicken wrapped in lotus leaves lost its support and fell from midair.

With a "bang", the soil spread out, revealing the "skin" inside.

Judging by common sense, there should be at least one old rice dumpling from the previous dynasty.

Lin Feng was not surprised who it was.

However, when the "Wutong Immortal" fell, Lin Feng looked at the smashed "Beggar Chicken" and at the skinny face that was exposed.

Smack your mouth thoughtfully.

Even when Lin Feng saw the mobile phone, he had already thought that this would be a modern person.

But seeing Teacher Xun's skin inside, Lin Feng couldn't bear it.

The sense of shock and absurdity is a little too strong.

Lin Feng wanted to slap himself to see if he was dreaming, but he quickly gave up this childish idea.

He went over and picked up the phone.

There is nothing on the phone.

The eyes between Lin Feng's eyebrows reappeared, scanning "Mr. Xun", a line along the spine of "Mr. Xun".

This is an empty legacy.

Like a cicada shedding.

More importantly, there was indeed a certain thing in the body of "Teacher Xun". This kind of thing has been here for a long time, and finally left.

In other words, these "obsessed monks" have suppressed things for who knows how many years, but they are actually empty skins.

It drags these monks back and prevents them from being free after death. After all, with "obsession", it is impossible to become a Buddha, let alone enter reincarnation.

It is even more impossible to enter the pure land of Buddhism.

They can only run out of energy, and finally their souls fly away.

But at this time, the skin changed.

Same as Mrs. Bones.

After being contaminated with evil spirits, this thing has become a scourge, and it has not melted after being burned for so many years, which is enough to show the tenacity of this thing.

Anything can be considered a monster.

Not to mention that the existence that used to live in it was not good in itself. Lin Feng took out the demon-subduing firecracker and felt the scorching heat of the firecracker.

He pointed the gun at the skin with malicious intentions.

"The firecracker? I think you can make the Buddha angry. The energy of the dragon and the tiger and the light of the Buddha shines everywhere, Amitabha, go as a benefactor!"

Lin Feng pulled the trigger, and the firecracker spewed fire like a dragon.

It is better than two thousand stone dragons and tigers plus Buddha light.

The subduing demon fire gun has its own suppression.

feel threatened.

This skin "live".

After being hit, the vitality of the skin was seriously injured.

Like a big fluttering moth, it flew away into the distance, but he was fast, and Lin Feng was even faster than him.

The strong wind engulfed Lin Feng's clothes and magic weapon, and blocked the front of the skin bag. Lin Feng turned into a gust of wind, and after condensing into a human form, he shot another blunderbuss, wounding the skin bag, and then landed in the distance. Watching the leather bag fall limply to the ground.

Skinny could still stand up, but Lin Feng didn't tell him to stand up anymore.

Skin has no chance.

Picking up the dharma sword and waving his arms, Lin Feng stood on the spot, chopping and killing for three hours like he was chopping wood.

The sun rises in the East, and the sky is golden and white!

The skin bag fell to the ground softly, Lin Feng stepped on his skin bag, with a firecracker in his left hand and a dharma sword in his right hand, the darkness lay under his feet, firmly suppressing the thing.

This thing has almost no combat power, but its vitality is surprisingly strong.

Even if it was a wild god, Lin Feng hacked hundreds of them to death in three hours.

Lin Feng hacked this skin in three hours, and it was only a little weak.

Then he slowly bent down and reached out to touch his spine.

Aftertaste.

It was dark, wet and cold, like the slippery slime of snake-like animals, but the aftertaste in it clearly told Lin Feng that this is not a snake demon, but another kind that Lin Feng has not seen so far.

Moreover, its owner has no connection with it.

The sacrificial fire slowly dried up the slime.

"The connection in the sense of mysticism is broken."

Lin Feng folded the leather bag and put it away.

By the way, he looked at the remaining clay pots and python skins.

Things are almost packed.

It's time to try again.

……

Games, the town, outside the Jin's shop.

Someone from Lin Fenglin walked into the shop, and he was quick and quick. The shopkeeper didn't say anything, but he turned into a palm and pinched the back of his neck.

The shopkeeper's head landed on the counter with a "boom".

Also bounced back.

Zong Yang: "What are you doing?"

Be alert, touch a weapon, be stunned.

One in each hand, knocked out all the people inside, put a board on the outside shop, and closed it early.

Lin Feng came to the backyard.

He took out the pot, untied it, turned into a wind, got into the pot, and controlled the young man Zongyang.

The young man came up in a daze, and sealed the pot with python skin.

Use ordinary hemp rope to tie the entrance and exit tightly.

He sat down on the clay pot.

Then everything was quiet.

The prosperous scene in the town suddenly came to a standstill, as if time stopped, whether it was the little peach blossoms who were gathering clusters, or the big elder of the Xi family who was sure of winning, they all froze in an instant.

Omniscient and omnipotent?

No, they are not omniscient.

They just see a little more.

Halfway through the arrangement of the ritual, the theater didn't start, and the anchor lost contact with them.

After Lin Feng retracted completely, the anchor disappeared.

This was what Lin Feng had prepared long ago.

He knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to completely seal off the inside and outside, and seal the Great Elder, he couldn't do it.

Then there is only one way left.

He locked himself up, and it had the same effect.

The great elder of the Xun family uttered a desperate wail, and in the next second, he and the troupe were all turned into invisible things.

It cannot be heard by others, it cannot be seen by others, it cannot be felt by others.

They can never have any contact with people.

Even if they exist in this state, it is equivalent to not existing.

Soon, they floated out.

Entering a realm more terrifying than death.

A few minutes later, Zong Yang released Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's mind was extremely chaotic, he forgot what he saw, real and false memories were stirring in his mind.

But for the Great Elder, for the troupe, for every face and appearance of them.

Lin Feng couldn't remember anything.

Until this time, he finally found out that he succeeded.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Lin Feng released the control over Zong Yang.

Lazily said: "Zongxian, together?"

……

"You know that I am the head of a county, but who are you? Where did you get this information from?"

Zong Yang looked at the person in front of him, frustrated, still suspicious.

Mr. Yin-Yang, surnamed Lin, sat in the carriage he bought at a high price, and responded indifferently: "Gui County, I have told you several times that I am just a Mr. Yin-Yang passing by.

Your birth date, your father's and mother's birth date, your sister's status and relationship, and your childhood experiences are all calculated for you.

What do you not believe?
Why, your county still doesn't believe in the craftsmanship of Mr. Lin?
How about I do the math again, at what age did Guixian wet the bed when he was a child, and when did he become an adult? "

Thinking of the astonishing "divination" of the person in front of him, Zong Yang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, but how do you know I'm going to deal with the Jin family?"

"I figured it out, Guixian also underestimated my facial recognition skills, and I don't need them. I didn't say that these brothers in Guixian County are very skilled, but they want to deal with the Jin family. Still powerless.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a snake.

The Jin family is a local snake. Although Guixian County is the head of a county, and its name is justified, compared with the Jin family, it is still far behind.

These people under your command were originally soldiers, they are not material for investigating cases.

In this way, Gui County is in the Jin family's territory, and I'm afraid it will eat a bowl of wonton noodles.

But looking at the people around Gui County, I have another plan.

Or Guixian will lose face, contact the swordsmen around the Jin family, disguise themselves as bandits, rob the Jin family, and settle everything, otherwise, if Guixian wants to bring the Jin family to justice, then follow my pace.

The thing is done, you can also enter the local county annals, can't you? "

Zong Yang looked at this Mr. Yin-Yang who had recommended himself, he was stunned and speechless. He had a thousand words to say, but he was afraid that Mr. Yin-Yang would say something surprising and say something private about him.

After holding back for a long time, he said, "Then what do you want to do next?"

(End of this chapter)