Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Thousand Buddha Temple, the Fa meeting was on the spot.

"Vacuum hometown, no birth mother."

A Bailian believer shouted loudly, and rushed to the Zhenfu Siying Dog. But in the middle of the road, he was stabbed through the intestines by the master of Zhen Fu with a knife, only the body was unabated, and the master of Zhen Fu was staggered, and he almost rolled with a panicked old woman behind him.

The master of Zhen Fusi stood firm and pushed the old woman away when he was out of anger.

But suddenly.

There was a sharp pain in the waist and eyes.

He lowered his head in disbelief.

The old woman was seen turning the dagger in his hand around his waist and eyes, wrinkled with a distorted smile, and murmured: "Vacuum hometown, no birth mother."

This is just a corner of the field, in fact, this scene is constantly being staged in the field.

The scene of the Fa conference where the colored flags were flying and the Buddha sang curly was now a slaughterhouse full of chaos, crying, blood, and killing.

On the high platform, Bai Lian's left envoy Xiang Jisheng had all this in his eyes.

Everything is going well, everything is going according to plan.

At the last moment of the Fa conference, the petaled lotus flower descends from the sky.

He threw the cup as a sign, and the congregation lurking in all corners of the Fa conference mobilized together.

The peasants killed the traffickers, the believers killed the monks, the soldiers killed the generals...calling and running, the field instantly became a chaotic ocean, while the eagle dogs of the town fusi were divided into isolated islands, hiding The white lotus killer is like an underwater shark, quietly launching an attack.

It's ridiculous that the dog officials of this group of Zhenfusi are imminent and still don't know it. They actually dream of coexisting peacefully with the holy religion?

Xiang Jisheng saw that the masters of the Zhenfu were torn to pieces by the fanatical believers who came forward and were attacked by bright spears and secret arrows; saw the Taoist from Longhushan lonely palm, and finally died; saw the man who was imaginary and stubborn with him. Chen Zhiji wagged his tail and begged for mercy, but still couldn't escape death; seeing blood, seeing killing...

Intoxicated, he looked at the figure of Miao Man on the stage-it was Saint White Lotus, the stunner he could only bury in his heart, and the wife he was about to marry.

But……

For no reason, Xiang Ji Sheng's heart suddenly raised a little doubt.

Isn't the saint still locked in the demon cave?

A voice in his ear told him: Have you forgotten? You arranged for someone to rescue her.

Oh yes.

To the left is stunned.

He was proud and respected.

Today, he made a great contribution, and those voices in the teaching who opposed his move to the left can finally cease.

He thought about his bright future to his heart's content.

until……

"Boom."

A bell rang.

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"The Immeasurable Heavenly Sovereign."

Longtu Taoists chanted the classics with their eyes down. The ancient loose pattern sword in his hand chopped too many bones, and the blade was full of gaps; the broad-robed and large-sleeved Taoist uniform was soaked with too much blood, sticking together sticky. , It is already stretched.

But he still didn't hesitate, swinging his sword at another White Lotus Cultist.

Everything is going well, everything is going according to plan.

At the last moment of the Fa conference, the petaled lotus flower descends from the sky.

Bai Lianjiao, these rats in the gutter, thought they had a trick to lift the disguise, one by one exposed themselves to the sun, but they did not know that they were caught in the trap.

The counterattack began.

On the periphery of Longhushan, the juniors and disciples opened the altar and called for sacrifices to the ghosts and gods; in the venue, the lurking master of the town occupant launched a fatal blow; and the most relieved to the Longtu Taoists was that the elite officers and soldiers successfully suppressed the order of the venue. , And evacuated the innocent people involved...

There must be a lot of remnants of the White Lotus Sect.

He secretly guessed.

But that doesn't matter.

As long as this person is cut off, the white lotus tree is uprooted, and the rest can only be fleeing hozen.

Taoist Longtu's eyes were cold, and he turned to the white lotus demon who was stubbornly resisting in the field, watching them fall one by one, revealing the head of the thieves they desperately guarded. The man looked panic, like a dog wagging for mercy.

The overall situation is set!

But……

Taoist Longtu looked at this person, and there was no reason to ask a little question in his heart:

Who is this person...?

Immediately, there was a voice in his ear telling him: He is the leader of Bailian.

Oh?

The Taoist Longtu looked in a trance.

But when did the Hierarch Bailian arrive in Yuzhou?

The voice in the ear said: Didn’t the Bailian Guru always hide in the Thousand Buddha Temple?

The voice urged:

Quickly, don't hesitate. Don't miss the opportunity, kill him and destroy the White Lotus Sect!

Taoist Longtu nodded slowly, and the long sword shook, shaking off a bit of flesh and blood from the blade gap.

"Devil guards."

He muttered to himself, lifting his sword forward.

until……

"Boom."

A bell rang.

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Among the crowded people under the Buddhist platform, most of them were tenants of monks under the mountain.

They come from all corners of the world, but most of them have the same situation.

It's nothing more than natural disasters and man-made disasters rushing towards people, forcing them to ruin and lose their homes, and fall to this Yuzhou, relying on picking up the leftovers of the monks to make a living.

The same is true of Aunt Ma.

She didn't believe in Buddha, but she planted a monk's land. How could she not praise the monk's land?

So today it was not light, so I went up the mountain obediently, listened to the scriptures, donated money, drank the porridge, and finally survived until the sunset, the petals of the lotus flower fell from the sky...

Suddenly.

Buzzing in my head.

The next moment, it is like waking up from a big dream, or falling into a dream.

Everything around me suddenly changed. It was just at sunset, but now the crescent moon is high. The surrounding temple towers have become villages and fields burning in the fire, and the believers around them have changed faces that she can't let go of. , Running, crying, the light of the knife reflected the light of blood, laughing wildly and crying...

Aunt Ma's eyes widened. She would never forget this place-her former homeland; she would never forget this night-the insurgents poured into the village, plundered, and slaughtered; even more could not forget this person...

She trembled and looked at the figure walking towards her with a grin in front of her in horror.

It's him! It's that demon!

The insurgent who killed her husband, killed her in-laws, killed her eldest daughter, and killed her second kid. Now this demon is here to kill her again, and to kill her one-child, her only child. NS? !

Do not! never!

She didn't know where she was injected with courage, like a she-wolf who was in desperation, she rushed forward!

But……

strangeness.

Resistance was smaller than expected. This nightmare she had always had was like a paper tiger, which was broken with a single poke. She fell to the ground easily, crying and begging for mercy with tears and tears.

But this aroused her anger, her hatred, her tyranny.

Punches and kicks are especially not enough, and then use your nails to break your belly and tear your throat with your teeth.

It wasn't until the enemy gradually disappeared and she became less human. Then she stopped her madness, stood up in a daze, tears mixed with blood on the wooden face, she muttered to say something...

At this time.

"Boom."

A bell rang.

"Wow."

Suddenly he unplugged his earplugs, and he could suppress all the noisy, fine rain pouring into his ears.

It's raining?

when?

She was taken aback for a moment, and raised her face blankly, only to find that the sky was still sunset, the setting sun was like blood surging along the gaps of the clouds, the black clouds were like heavy iron, and the fine raindrops hit the sky.

Only then did she feel the cold, and then she realized that her clothes were soaked in rain. Looking around, there are one after another, like her, bewildered, bloodied people, and more corpses lying on the ground.

There was no chaos, no fire, so what was killed just now was... She lowered her eyes, and the rain poured blood into the ocean, the "enemy" who was torn to blood by her, lying on his back in the blood.

She has a small body, immature face, and big eyes facing her hollowly.

She opened her mouth...

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The tip of the sword tearing the air was dazzling with cold light.

Seeing "Master Bailian" was dying on the spot.

"Boom."

The sudden sound of the bell shook Longtu Taoist's eyes.

Immediately, he was shocked to find that the person under the sword suddenly changed his face and became his own boss, Chen Zhiji, the new official who took office.

In horror, he struggled to stagger the edge of the sword, barely letting the blade rub against Master Chen's neck and pierce the wooden board behind him.

But Chen Zhiji was still immersed in hallucinations, kicking his hands and feet, crying for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I didn't kill you...Huh?"

After a long time, I suddenly regained consciousness, wiped the cat urine, looked at Taoist Longtu, and asked:

"Dragon map?"

But Taoist Longtu paid no attention to him, standing pale in the torrential rain, looking at the corpse lying on the high platform in a daze...This was the "achievement" of his hacking and killing all the way and defending the Dao.

There are the demon of White Lotus, there are monks, there are innocent people, and most of them are Brother Paoze from Zhenfusi.

"My son! Yaoer!"

In the audience, I didn't know where there was a sorrowful cry.

Long Tudao shook his body, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

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After a short period of time, people fell into greater grief and panic.

Woke up from the hallucinations, they found that it was their relatives and friends who were killing them desperately. The wife killed the husband, the elder brother killed the younger brother, and the mother killed her own child.

Aunt Ma was holding her son and was speechless.

Except for the cry just now, her heart-piercing grief made her lose all response to the outside world.

For a long time, a voice of grief and anger rose in her mind.

why is that?

Why kill her child?

Is it because I am impious to gods and Buddhas and punishing her?

She raised her head and looked at the stage, but she was taken aback.

what is that?

There is still a row of familiar lotus seats on the dharma platform, but on the lotus seats are not the flesh Buddhas of the past, but some old monks with painful faces.

And behind the row of lotus platforms, in the depths of the platform, sat a giant with three heads and six arms. The clothing on the giant's body was vaguely like a monk's robe, which was torn apart by the huge body, revealing the blue-gray muscles and bones underneath; three faces The upper cheekbones are raised, the eye sockets are deep, the mouth is vomiting, and the sarcoma grows across the board. He is obviously born with the appearance of evil spirits, but he wears three Vairoc hats.

No reason.

Aunt Ma remembered a legend that had been circulated for a long time.

Sanshen...Buddha?

At this moment, the three-headed and six-armed giant seemed to be aware of her prying, and the three heads looked over at once, one grinning, one howling angrily, and the other closing their eyes and chanting something.

She was shocked, but before she could exclaim, the child in her arms suddenly trembled.

She was inexplicably surprised, and only said: My child is alive?

Aunt Ma retracted her gaze with joy, but on her immature face, she met a pair of dead gray eyes.

The child stared at her with eyes widened, a little bloodshot in the white of his eyes, like a wandering insect, piercing into his pupils.

Aunt Ma could not manage this, she only shed tears, hurriedly wiped off the blood on the child's face, and cautiously called:

"youngest……"

The call came to an abrupt end.

But it was the child who stabbed her chest with a pointed knife, so that the word "儿" would never be able to be spoken.

With a trace of doubt, a trace of pain, a trace of relief, she fell to the ground. The pupils, which were immersed in the muddy water and gradually lost their vitality, reflected the last scene of the venue.

One after another, the dead swayed and "resurrected", and launched revenge on the living. The crowd fled in a panic, but desperately found that many monks were surrounded by the edge of the venue, dragging their twisted bodies, slowly approaching...

In the heavy rain, the killing repeated itself.