weird world corpse

Chapter 153
The monk in white showed enthusiasm, rubbed his hands excitedly, rummaged through the clothes on his chest for a while, and found something.

With sharp eyes, Fang Mu saw the whole picture of this thing at a glance.

A torch.

The monk in white opened the lid of the fire pocket and blew on the fire pocket.

A faint open flame appeared, and the white-clothed monk put the fire folds on the three spoiled incense sticks.

From the appearance, it is obvious that the incense has deteriorated, but after such a small fire, it still burns normally.

Faint green smoke rose from the three incense sticks, gradually filling the cave.

The monk in white sat cross-legged on the ground, put his palms together, and began to chant sutras.

Accompanied by the chanting sound of the monk in white, the three sticks of incense burned faster.

There is more and more smoke, but there is no sense of peace like incense.

Fang Mu smelled this smell, but became more and more irritable.

In the smoke, the clay Buddha statue in front of him began to change.

The originally closed eyes opened suddenly, and at the same time bursts of piercing laughter came from the clay sculpture.

The monk in white stopped, and the three sticks of incense had been burned out.

The laughter stopped, and the open eyes of the clay Buddha statue closed again.

A series of cracks appeared from the clay Buddha statue, and the clay Buddha statue turned into fragments, and disappeared completely in an instant.

"The incense burnt is very complete." The monk in white took a long breath: "It's right here, I didn't expect that I found it, hahaha, I have to notify others as soon as possible!"

Except for the voice of the monk in white, the cave was quiet.

The monk in white retreated outside the cave, took out a long arrow, and threw it towards the sky.

The long arrow flew into the night, and exploded in an instant, turning into invisible waves of air.

Fang Mu said indifferently: "Do it, save a life."

As soon as the ghost moved, a pen appeared in his hand, which directly pierced the monk's abdomen in white.

Although he didn't understand why he wanted to keep a life alive, Oniichi did as he did.

The monk in white was finishing the signal when he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen and saw two people appearing in front of him.

His reaction was quick, and almost instantly, eight figures appeared behind him.

"Birth is suffering, old age is suffering, sickness is suffering, death is suffering, separation from love is suffering, not getting what you want is suffering, meeting hatred and hatred is suffering!"

The eight shadows began to speak, and everyone recited a kind of suffering, which was very messy together.

A green light flashed from Fang Mu's eyes, dense silk threads appeared, and there was a bright spot among them.

Fang Mu stretched out his hand and pressed it in the void, just right on the bright spot.

"puff!"

The white-clothed monk vomited blood, and his spirit instantly sank down: "The Eight Suffering Techniques have been broken in an instant!"

There was an unconcealable shock in his heart.

Invisible ripples appeared, Fang Mu ignored the monk in white, and stretched out his hand to the eight phantoms.

[You touch the phantom and get a trace of true energy. 】

[You touch the phantom and get a little trick. 】

……

A total of eight strands of true energy and eight strands of deceitful energy were obtained.

Adding these eight strands of deceitfulness, Fang Mu has a total of twenty strands of deceitfulness.

Eight strands of zhenqi merged into the zhenqi fish in Fang Mu's body, and the tail of the fish was completely lit up.

At this time, Zhenqi Fish changed.

Dim light came from above the Zhenqi fish, and the Zhenqi fish began to elongate.

In the blink of an eye, Zhen Qi changed from the shape of a fish to a long strip, like a snake.

Fang Mu had a kind of enlightenment, which seemed to be transforming into a dragon.

It's just that the zhenqi at this time is like a snake, without dragon claws and horns, it is better to describe it as a zhenqi snake.

The zhenqi snake hibernates in Fang Mu's body. If Fang Mu does not mobilize the zhenqi snake, the zhenqi snake will not move. Once mobilized, the zhenqi will be more tyrannical than before.

The ghost next to him was stunned. At first, when Fang Mu said that he wanted to keep alive, Ghost was still a little confused.

It stands to reason that this kind of trickster with illusion is the most peculiar, and it would be best to kill him directly.

Seeing this situation now, the ghost and Fang Mu could only admire.

Another kind of supernatural power. Could it be that there are hundreds of supernatural powers in the Lord?

No wonder the master is not worried at all, it turns out that the master is already so powerful.

Gui Yi sighed inwardly, he never thought that the master he was serving was so powerful.

Fang Mu didn't know what Gui Yi was thinking. In fact, he mainly wanted to touch the corpse, otherwise there would be no such trouble.

Ah Bai on his shoulder exhaled black air, absorbing all eight figures.

The white-clothed monk became even weaker, already exhaling more and taking in less.

"My lord, how should I deal with this person?" Gui Yi said respectfully, "This person has already notified his accomplices, does the lord need to kill all the people behind?"

Still the same tone, if you disagree, you will kill someone.

Fang Mu shook his head and said, "First ask, hey, what about you, what is this Diamond Bridge?"

The monk in white kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"Crack!"

There was the sound of bones breaking, and Ghost stepped on the monk's knee in white.

"My lord, when I was in Cangyun City, I studied the criminal law very well." Gui Yi stabbed the white-clothed monk's dantian with a brush and stirred it gently: "In this way, the whole body will be eaten like ants."

The white-clothed monk's eyes popped out, he wanted to move but couldn't, his face was deformed.

Just at this moment, a layer of white sweat emerged from his body, obviously suffering great pain at this moment.

"The Vajra Bridge was left after the fall of an eminent Buddhist monk." The white-clothed monk's arrogance disappeared instantly, and he said quickly: "It is said that this eminent monk's supernatural power is a vajra body with unparalleled defense. After his fall, a special space was formed. It's the Diamond Bridge."

Fang Mu smiled and said, "Then why are you looking for this thing?"

"Because of the evil Buddha." The white-clothed monk said fearfully: "The evil Buddha has reached the limit, he can't continue to break through, and needs to find other ways, and the Mingmen people are looking for things from the Buddhist sect for him."

Fang Mu rubbed his chin. In this way, not only the white-clothed monk was looking for it, but also not only the evil Buddhist disciples in Jinglong County were looking for it.

According to the white-clothed monk, the evil Buddhists are all looking for things related to Buddhism, so this Jinglong County is just a drop in the ocean.

"That's all I know." The white-clothed monk said in fear: "Please let me go, you abolish my weirdness, I am no longer a trickster, I am a normal person!"

As he spoke, the white-clothed monk burst into tears, as if he had an old man on the top and a young man on the bottom.

"What's your name?" Fang Mu asked again: "And what are the names of your accomplices?"

"My name is Bai 97." The monk in white didn't dare to neglect in the slightest: "We are named after the monk's robe and number, the monk's robe represents our strange type, and the number is the order under our entry,

The other two are Gray Seventy and Yellow Ninety. "

Fang Mu didn't say any more, looked at Gui Yi, and nodded.

Gui Yigong said: "My lord, how should we deal with this trickster?"

"Kill it." Fang Mu said lightly.

The ghost froze for a moment, and killed it directly?
His idea was to use this monk in white as bait, and it would be a pity to kill him.

But the Lord said so, and Ghost One followed suit.

A pen was inserted into the chest of the monk in white, and the monk in white turned into ashes.

Fang Mu looked at the pitch-black passage, genuine energy flowing in his body.

He had an idea...

(End of this chapter)