"Don't joke about the monk!" Fang Qi said with a serious face: "This place is weird and unpredictable, and I can't see through it. It must be set by some ancient powerful person, maybe under the stele, an ancient monster is suppressed. We can deal with it."
The bald-headed monk smiled and said: "The donor is right, it is the poor monk."
Fang Qi couldn't guess what the great monk was thinking for a while, but he also knew that this kind of sly place shouldn't stay for a long time, so he kindly asked, "Divine monk, this place is very evil, why don't we go out to talk?"
The bald-headed monk shook his head and said, "The poor monk is afraid that someone will come in by mistake like a benefactor, so stay here and watch."
Fang Qi looked weird and said: "Divine monks are not afraid of monsters breaking out?"
"Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." The bald monk said with compassion: "The donor is not a monk, so he can leave. But the poor monk can't, otherwise it will violate the teachings of the elders in the school, and the cultivation will not be successful in the future."
"Divine monk is merciful, I am ashamed of myself." Fang Qi arched his hands in admiration: "Farewell."
Fang Qi didn't mean to stay in the slightest. One was because this ghost place was really evil, and the other was because the great monk in front of him was even more evil.
The bald monk sent Fang Qi out of the cave with a smile, then turned and returned to the cave.
Fang Qi looked back and teleported back to everyone.
"Grand Elder!" Everyone saluted.
"Go." Fang Qiyan was concise and returned to Feizhou without saying any nonsense.
Elder Pang and others didn't dare to ask more, and after returning to the flying boat with the disciples, they continued on their way.
Within the next day, several groups of people came successively, most of which were led by masters of the Nascent Soul Realm.
But when these Yuan Ying cultivators heard that the elders of the God Realm had entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed, they retreated.
Of course, there are some people who don't believe in evil and insist on breaking through the minefield and into the cave, but there is no more news.
Slaughtering a cultivator of the God Transformation Realm might alarm Xian Ting, but when slaughtering these Nascent Soul cultivators, Chen Fan did not hesitate. Even if these people were scared to death, no one dared to come closer.
At this time, the space crack under the mountain had shrunk to one meter square, and Chen Fan estimated that it would disappear completely after midnight tonight.
In order to avoid a moth at the last moment, Chen Fan asked Wu Lei to increase the thickness of the thundercloud, so that the mountain almost touched the cloud.
The thunder and lightning made this magic mountain even more wicked and weird. It seemed that some monster was about to break its seal, and the monks who were still staying here retreated hundreds of miles away.
As long as these people don't come to die, Chen Fan will naturally not rush to kill them all.
Gradually, the sky dimmed, and the heavy rain subsided after a day.
But the whole mountain forest is quiet and creepy, because there is no sound of insects.
"It's too quiet!" A casual repairer whispered to several companions.
A few of them had originally planned to worship the gods and inhale the immortals, because they had heard of the miraculous things happening here, so they changed their way to watch the excitement.
However, a few casual cultivators are only at the foundation stage, and there are no top-grade magical instruments nearby, so they can only come slowly. As a result, it was dark when I arrived at the place, and I didn't watch the excitement, but only saw a gloomy ghost mountain.
"Hush, don't speak, there is a problem with feng shui here!" I saw one of them dressed as a fortune teller, holding a shabby gossip compass in his hand, and the pointer in the middle kept spinning.
"Blind operator, isn't your broken compass broken?" a flower monk who was open and breasted and looked like Lu Zhishen jokingly asked.
The veteran fortune teller immediately said angrily: "My compass was uploaded by my ancestors, and my generation has spirituality. After a few years of cultivation, it may become a spiritual tool."
Monk Hua said with a weird smile: "I didn't see the spirituality, but the patina is really oily, with a smell of braised pig's feet."
Seeing another casual scholar dressed as a scholar, he immediately furiously said: "Oh, you are a blind operator, you secretly carry us to eat alone!"
The veteran fortune-telling sneered immediately: "You are so stinky and sour and embarrassed to say me? Who was the one who secretly ran to drink flower wine last time?"
"Stop, stop, is it time to argue about braised pig's feet and drinking flower wine?" The leader of the casual repair group hurriedly shouted, seeing him dressed as a swordsman, but carrying a handful of ordinary on his back. Iron sword fills the facade.
Four people are clearly not the same style of painting, but it's amazing to get together.
Monk Hua touched his big bald head and wondered: "Weird, why didn't I see anyone? Didn't it mean that there are strange treasures in the world and attracted many monks?"
"Is the strange treasures precious?" The old fortune teller hummed, "I've long ago even if this trip is not going well, you don't believe me. Now there is not even a ghost. 80% of the strange treasures have been taken away. It's our turn."
The scholar unfolded a white paper fan and shook it lightly: "As the saying goes: the treasure is destined to get it. But if you don't come and take a look, maybe even the last destiny will be lost."
The old fortune teller choked, but couldn't refute it.
"The sour scholar still makes sense." Hua and Shang Lishi laughed.
"Hush, be quiet!" The swordsman suddenly lowered his voice: "Did you hear any noise?"
"What is it?" Monk Hua pricked his ears and said, "This ghost place doesn't even make any ghost calls."
"Wait a moment, I seem to have heard it too." The scholar closed the fan and listened carefully: "It seems to be a knocking sound."
The swordsman said to the old Tao: "Fortune tellers, have you got anything done?"
The veteran fortune teller pinched his fingers and frowned, and said: "There is no such thing as chaos! This is a great omen! Brothers~EbookFREE.me~ It is not suitable to stay here for a long time!"
"Look at you." Monk Hua carried the iron rod and said proudly: "If there is any evil in this place, look at the poor monk and save it!"
Duoduo.
Suddenly the strange knocking sound became clearer and clearer.
"This sound sounds like..." Several people looked at each other, "Muyu?"
"Great monk, is this the movement of knocking on wooden fish?" The scholar asked nervously, "Could it be any of your Buddhist monks who also came?"
Monk Hua secretly swallowed his saliva and said, "Actually, I think the blind operator is right. There really is something wrong here. Let's go as soon as possible."
The three of them immediately looked contemptuous, because they all knew that this great monk was purely a fake monk of wine and meat. If they met a real monk, they would definitely be caught in the temple by the other party for a lesson.
Because this is not the first time, Monk Hua has left a psychological shadow, but whenever he sees a bald head or a temple, he will walk around.
