In front of Lanruo Temple, Huixin looked at the mountains, and countless tourists were coming and going, but she seemed to have not noticed him.

Lewu was still cleaning the falling dead leaves, but it was like doing useless work.

I don’t know when it started, thick fog had already covered the mountains, and even the path down the mountain was a little hard to see clearly.

In such wet weather, it is probably when the reptiles are active, but there is no living insect on the entire Hanshan Mountain. Instead, there are many corpses of the reptiles.

The young monk covered his mouth and nose and came to Huixin's body and muttered quietly: "The first one may be burned by the fire at the foot of the mountain, and I feel like I smell a strange smell."

Huixin glanced at him coldly, and the gaze made the monk retreat several times: "Stop blocking the mountain with heavy fog and making it difficult to walk on the road. Go and notify the idle people and wait, and Hanshan will close the temple."

The monk did not dare to bow and retreat, and quickly returned to the temple.

The Lewu in the open space immediately stopped moving, and there was no likes or dislike on his kind-eyed face. He turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard.

"Uncle Wu, is Xiaoran good?" Huixin suddenly asked.

"How good, how good, in the vast world, only the Buddha land is eternal and quiet." Le Wu let go of an inexplicable word and left.

Huixin's lips moved slightly, and her eyes continued to stare at the mountains.

As the smell in the air became more and more intense, he murmured to himself: "Realia seldom can kill hundreds of insects... There are more than ten days left before Laba, and I don't know if it's time."

At the same time, at a vent in the mountains, a giant iron pot of more than ten meters was placed in it. Below was a slightly wet firewood burning, and the smoke could not be suppressed.

This place can see the approximate view of Hanshan Temple.

Qin Bai kept adding red and yellow powder to the pot, and then turned it with a shovel to inspire the smell to spread among the mountains.

I don’t know what he added to the pot. The rich fog in the mountains was worth half of the credit.

Zuo Qianhu, Wang Sheng, Zhiqiu Yiye and the other three stood aside. They couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses. The smell was too choking.

The other soldiers of the border patrol were not at this time, and they had already scattered into the mountains and forests.

Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't help but question: "It's just some realgar powder, are you sure you can attract that demon?"

"Not sure, but this method is safer." Qin Bai replied with a wet towel on his face.

Wang Sheng was so fumigated that he burst into tears: "Cough cough, brother Qin, you are okay to deal with ordinary long insects, but this demon is not reliable no matter how you look at it."

"Since you can defeat one by one, you must try it." Qin Bai was extremely afraid of Hanshan Temple, and at the same time, he was definitely not very rational in facing all the demons.

Several people guessed the true body of the demon in the temple, but Zuo Qianhu was speechless. He sharpened the Park Knife in his hand, his eyes were full of murderousness.

Seeing that more and more pedestrians were coming down the mountain, Wang Sheng couldn't help but say, "It seems that others have begun to be evacuated in Hanshan Temple."

Qin Bai didn't think it was these monks who were ruthless: "It seems that for Hanshan Temple, the matter of raising demons cannot be exposed too early, so even if the demons appear, they will be much safer."

Thinking of this, he took out a large bag of realgar powder and sprinkled it into the pot, then poured in more than a dozen kilograms of salad oil, and the taste became more intense, causing the birds to chase each other and leave.

Qin Bai actually found many dishes that can attract demons, but those dishes can stimulate the evil nature of demons. There are a large number of tourists and believers in the temple during the day, so there will definitely be no accidental injuries.

If you cook in the dark at night, a fire suddenly pops up in the forest, which will obviously expose yourself.

So Qin Bai thought of using realgar powder to try it, even if he couldn't try other methods.

No matter what the demons are, all kinds of insects in the mountains smell the smell of realgar powder, either drilling into the soil or hiding into the cracks of the rocks.

Qin Bai hesitated for a moment, and found that it seemed difficult to attract demons with realgar powder alone, so he took out several large bags of powder again, which was much more colorful, making the eyes of the people beside him twitch.

At this time, there were no tourists and believers in Hanshan Temple. He threw the red chili powder in, and the hot oil suddenly boiled.

Zhiqiu Yiye instantly escaped into the ground, and it was not until he buried himself.

Wang Sheng held back the smoke. After all, the border patrol in the mountains had to be commanded by him, so it was naturally impossible for him to escape in the face of battle.

Compared to the two, Zuo Qianhu sat cross-legged on the ground, he simply regarded it as a practice to hone his own state of mind.

With the blessing of spicy flavor, the taste of realgar powder has reached a higher level, but Qin Bai's operation is far from stopped.

Next is coptis powder, then curry powder and cumin powder. Anyway, as long as it is the powder you can imagine, he throws it into the pot regardless of the thirty or twenty-one.

The red hot oil deepened little by little, and finally turned into black and blue, and sticky bubbles appeared. Those who didn't know thought that the pot was boiled with asphalt.

Qin Bai's eyes narrowed into a gap, and he could no longer bear it. He quickly threw the last pack of powder in and retreated a little further away.

But when the smell in the pot was released, Qin Bai suddenly realized something.

"Wait, this smell..."

This is an extremely unpleasant toilet smell. After mixing with other smells, an inexplicable chemical reaction occurs.

Wang Sheng couldn't help vomiting, and even Zuo Qianhu's mouth began to twitch, and his body instinctively felt nauseous.

Qin Bai looked at the bag in his hand, and the three words "Masala" were extremely dazzling. It is worthy of being a spice derived from the third brother, and it has a natural flavor.

The fog in the mountains began to change and became colorful.

Due to the wind direction, the monks in Hanshan Temple hid in the houses, and there was no one on the wide Hanshan Mountain.

At this moment, the earth began to shake faintly, and tiles fell from the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Hall, and cracks began to spread along the wall.

Huixin stood in front of the door of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hall and recited Buddhist scriptures. A faint light shrouded the temple, as if suppressing the movements and stillness of the demons.

Only a loud noise was heard, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's head fell directly to the ground, and countless centipedes crawled out of the Buddha statue.

A huge head drilled out of the gap, about half a meter in size. Judging from the appearance, it was exactly the appearance of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

However, compared to the cockroach monster, the centipede monster has only a human head, but still a bug in its body.

Huixin shook her head and stood up, and in the blink of an eye, she left the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hall.

"Amitabha, after all, the time for the transformation is too short..."

The centipede demon was only half a meter when he first came out of the Buddha statue, but it swelled a little more than a few breaths, and soon it became more than ten meters long.
Chapter completed!