"Lao Zhang, what do you say?" The fortune teller looked at the swordsman and asked.
The swordsman is also frowning, but for the sake of face, he looks at the scholar: "Teacher, you read a lot and reason."
"It seems that the magic weapon has nothing to do with us after all." The scholar sighed and turned and ran.
The three of them took a look and immediately followed up with their legs.
Not long after the four ran out of the forest, they were suddenly blocked by a silhouette!
"Ghost!!!" Monk Hua was frightened and screamed, making everyone excited.
"What is the name of the ghost!" Fortunately, the person blocking the road began to speak, and released the golden core aura.
"Senior, senior!" The four hurriedly saluted.
Brother Jindan asked with a black face: "You four are really bold enough to venture into the mountain in the dark."
The scholar quickly said: "Senior misunderstood, the four of us are lost."
"Huh, is the deity a fool?" Brother Jin Dan coldly snorted: "Frankly explain, what did you see inside, why are you so panicked?"
The four of them couldn't tell the truth, so they had to explain it honestly.
"Back to Senior, we heard the sound of knocking Muyu."
"Knock on the wooden fish?" The Jindan cultivator gave a secret surprise, wondering if that mysterious monk is still in the mountain?
"What else is there?"
"No, no more."
"Since it's just knocking wooden fish, what are you running?"
The swordsman said embarrassingly: "Senior, the four of us are low-powered, and we can't figure out whether the person who knocked the wooden fish is a ghost or a ghost, so I decided not to go to the muddy water for safety.
Brother Jin Dan admired the reason of the four people very much, after all, he had seen too many so-called geniuses who had killed himself recklessly. But admiration is admiration, but the task of the division must be completed, so these four people want to get away but have no chance.
After half a moment.
The four of them returned to the depths of the forest with sad faces, and carefully explored the magic mountain.
"What am I talking about? This is a serious omen!" The old fortune teller said with indignation.
"It's all right, you can shut up." Hua monk said impatiently: "What are you going to talk about all day long? When did you account for it?"
The veteran fortune teller gritted his teeth and said: "That's because I've been with you, I have never had any luck!"
"Okay, okay, you two, a fake Taoist priest, a fake monk, what are you going to do?" the scholar persuaded: "It's important to save your life now."
The fortune-telling veteran and the Hua monk died immediately, and their fighting spirit was lost.
After all, life is almost gone, so there is no mood to quarrel over a little thing.
"Brother, what do you think is in that magic mountain?" Monk Hua asked the swordsman with a nervous expression: "Even the masters of the Golden Core Stage dare not go deep, but force us to come in and find out."
"If I knew, I wouldn't be here." The swordsman held the sword tightly and said with a serious face: "Don't panic no matter what you see later, I've heard an expert say In fact, ghosts are also afraid of people. As long as you are not afraid of them, they will be afraid of you."
The veteran fortune teller said with a pity: "I brought some black dog blood when I knew it."
"Are you not good at warding off evil except for knowing Black Dog Blood?" Monk Hua didn't have a good air.
The fortune-telling veteran stared: "There are more ways to ward off evil spirits, but they all require money. Do you want to pay?"
"Okay, stop arguing and take it." Seeing the scholar buckled and buckled, he took out two small paper bags and handed them to the two.
"Scholar, what's this?" Monk Hua took the paper bag and sniffed it first. There was a faint scent of ink, and he wanted to take it apart, but was stopped by the scholar: "Don't take it apart, it contains cinnabar from Baiyun Academy. Mo, one or two is worth a low-grade spirit stone!"
"Hiss!" The two took a breath of air-conditioning, and immediately put away the treasure.
Monk Hua looked in admiration and said: "Scholar, you still hid this kind of treasure on your body, is there anything else?"
The scholar said displeased: "Going billow, just these few packets of cinnabar ink have cost me half of my net worth, you have to save me a little bit."
"Know, know." Monk Hua nodded straight.
The veteran fortune teller took out an ink cartridge, carefully poured the cinnabar ink into it and mixed it well, then forced a drop of essence and blood to mix in, and then used a sign pen to draw an evil charm on a piece of talisman paper.
After seeing Fu Cheng, his aura was shining, and he was very strange.
Monk Hua looked envious and said with a shy smile: "Blind man, help me draw some pictures."
"What do you call me?"
"Daoist, real person, celestial master, sage..."
"Fine, don't break your mouth."
Then the veteran fortune teller used the best cinnabar ink provided by the scholar, mixed with the essence of the flower monk, and painted eight evil charms, each of which was divided into two self-defense.
The four people divided the Fuluo and prepared to continue on the road. Not long before they heard the knocking muyu again.
The four of them looked at each other, and they all raised their throats. He slackened his steps, and even the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.
As it continued to deepen, the wooden fish's rhythmic percussion became clearer and clearer.
And there is also a tiny Sanskrit...
"What scripture is this?" The scholar pricked up his ears and asked in surprise: "Sounds very sweet."
Monk Hua shrugged and said: "Don't ask me, I'm just a monk who was a monk halfway through."
The veteran fortune teller wondered: "Why does this chanting sound like a small song?"
"Perhaps the high monks chant the scriptures in this tune."
A few people followed the direction where the sound came from and carefully touched it, but they didn't see the imaginary monk.
I saw a big tree at the foot of the mountain, and there was a smooth rock under the big tree. A bald monk was lying on the rock to enjoy the coolness. The waves of Sanskrit sounds seemed to be emitted from a strange magic weapon in his arms.
"Is the Buddhist instruments so unique? Can you chant the sutras on your own?" Monk Hua touched his bald head with a look of envy and said: "If you have money, you must get one~EbookFREE.me~hush, keep quiet." Dao: "This may be an eminent monk who has attained Taoism. The magical instruments on his body have spirituality, so he will recite sutras by himself.
The scholar said: "Boss, this high monk is here. I'm afraid he won't let us pass easily. How can this be done?"
The swordsman thought for a while, and said with an idea: "Why don't we go and beg this master to save us, after all, don't the monks always take compassion?"
"Boss, you go, we will help you."
"Go away, go together! Whoever escapes alone is not a brother!"
After a while, I saw the four people walking to the big tree tremblingly, and the swordsman stepped forward and saluted: "The junior Zhushan four friends have paid a visit to the master, and I beg the master to save the lives of my brothers.
The bald monk lying on the rock slowly opened a pair of bright eyes and looked at the four of them, then took out a wine gourd and took a sip.
The bursts of strong aroma of wine were immediately salivating.
