"Chikodo, Samoyed, Prajna Samoyed, Chikodo Prajna Samoyed..."

Ji Que, who was sitting on a branch with a rotten egg in his hand, heard clearly for the first time the mantra used by the Wind Lotus Sect when preaching.

In the streets and alleys, members of the Fenglian Sect were all wearing black robes, reciting scriptures and scattering yellow paper, polluting the environment.

Some of them were tall or short, some were fat or thin, their faces were pale, and they looked like walking corpses.

In the middle of the procession, a black chariot was pulled by four skinny believers.

The chariot was thick and big, looking like a huge black coffin, but the believers pulling the chariot were as thin and tall as bamboo poles.

The rope that pulled the cart was embedded in their flesh and blood, and Ji Que always had the illusion that the powerful rope would tear their bodies apart.

Behind this black team, there were people wearing various colors following, following suit. Naturally, they were the newly bewitched people of the Wind Lotus Sect.

Ji Que roughly counted and found that nearly a hundred people had been affected by the trick.

Does the Wind Lotus Sect have such a big appetite this time?

He remembered that the Fenglian Sect had taken away dozens of people in one night in the past, but this time they had just arrived at Yuhua Lane and the situation was like this.

As far as the human ear is concerned, the sound of preaching this time is also much louder than before.

To be honest, Ji Que was still a little nervous about attacking the Wind Lotus Sect tonight.

After all, the Wind Lotus Sect is quite evil.

But he was just nervous.

More importantly, his heart beat faster and he was excited, just like the first time he knocked down a gangster with a brick.

Men are born with genes for risk-taking and violence, and Ji Que is the same.

Being riddled with bad luck, he has even become accustomed to that kind of stimulation, otherwise he would have a kind of morbid emptiness.

Now, the excitement is here!

Bang bang......

Neighbors in Yuhua Lane opened their doors one after another. Ji Que saw Boss Zhang of the tofu stall at a glance. Unexpectedly, he was the first to fall in the alley.

I'm going to eat sweet tofu nao tomorrow morning.

Ji Que flicked his hand, and a rotten egg flew down with a swish, hit Boss Zhang's neck, and bloomed.

Boss Zhang, who was in a state of despair, suddenly woke up. He felt a stench penetrate his nostrils and couldn't help but want to vomit.

He quickly realized something was wrong, covered his mouth and rushed back into the house.

The team of the Wind Lotus Sect continued to move forward, and the members of the cult were like walking zombies and did not notice this disturbance at all.

Just when Ji Que was about to continue throwing rotten eggs, a wooden fish sound suddenly sounded.

The sound of the wooden fish penetrated the Fenglian Sect's chanting, and it was so clear that the entire Fenglian Sect team came to a standstill.

Some people stood there blankly, their eyes still confused, but they did not continue to follow.

Are there any experts?

Ji Que followed the name of the wooden fish and found that there was an extra "light bulb" in the dim Yuhua Lane.

Under the moonlight, a bald old monk walked over while beating wooden fish and reciting scriptures.

Wearing a white monk's robe and his flowing white beard, he looks like a master at first glance.

At this time, a deep man's voice came from the chariot - "Monk, why are you blocking our way?"

The old monk continued to knock the wooden fish and said: "Your religion has taken away too many innocent people and cannot continue."

The voice from inside the chariot came again - "You old man, can you stop me?"

The old monk smoothed his beard, his clothes shook, revealing the huge one-eyed blue dragon on his shoulder, and responded: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

At this moment, Ji Que felt stable.

This monk's mind, temperament, conversation, and even his tattoos and appearance are all standard features of an eminent monk.

The next moment, the black lotus of the chariot was lifted, revealing two figures, a man and a woman.

This was Ji Que's first opportunity to watch a master fight, and he couldn't help but be extra attentive.

He has never had a clear understanding of his own strength. He can only prove through constant bad luck that he is very durable and capable of fighting in the Sangshui County area, but he is only limited to bandits and strongmen.

As for the few martial arts masters with some reputation in the county, he went to seek verification. For example, the seventy-five-year-old "Old Tan Legs" Uncle Tan and the seventy-eight-year-old "Kiwi Boxing" Mr. Li were basically not his.

opponent.

But now that he has the blessing of Tai Chi and his skills have improved to a higher level, he is even more uncertain.

With this observation, he might be able to get a feel for himself and the Wind Lotus Sect, and then determine the combat strategy.

The Wind Lotus Sect must die, whether it will be gradually exhausted by his guerrilla warfare and hidden guns, or whether it will be killed by his recklessness, it all depends on the opponent's ability.

Of course, it is very likely that the Wind Lotus Sect will be overthrown by the old monk tonight.

Because Ji Que had never seen such a powerful monk, especially with the lifelike blue dragon on his shoulders, he felt like the reincarnation of Fahai.

"Chikodo, Samoyed, Prajna Samoyed, Chikodo Prajna Samoyed..."

On the chariot, two men in black robes from the Wind Lotus Sect spoke at the same time.

The sound was like muffled thunder, many times stronger than when he was preaching before, and it immediately suppressed the monk's wooden fish sound.

The common people and believers who had been motionless shuddered and followed him straight away, even with weird smiles on their faces.

At this time, people in several nearby streets and alleys kept opening their doors and walking towards me like zombies.

The great monk shouted loudly, the wooden fish knocked louder, and the sound of the Buddha became louder.

But as he grew older, the voices of the two men in black robes became thicker, as if the Buddha was one foot taller and the devil was one foot taller.

However, Ji Que was not panicked at all. The eminent monk didn't know how many backup plans he had.

As a result, at this moment, the old monk suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. When he raised his head, blood started to flow from all his orifices.

Ji Que was startled and said to himself: "No way?"

Ji Que didn't expect the monk's sudden crotch pull.

This seemingly unfathomable old monk seemed to have no backup plan. He was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching his chest, as if he was struggling to his death.

Ji Que knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

If you wait any longer, this monk will really go to hell.

Without any hesitation, the two rotten eggs flew out of the basket, slid out of two light arcs, and smashed into the mouths of the two black-robed men on the chariot who were chanting a curse.

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"what!"

"It stinks!"

"Stinky monk, you are playing dirty tricks!"

Immediately afterwards, there were two violent vomiting sounds.

When the old monk saw this, he quickly wiped away his blood and tears and started beating the wooden fish frantically.

As a result, the originally ferocious people regained some clarity and showed a confused expression.

Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?

"Feng, Wind Lotus Sect? Run!"

Those who reacted quickly found that they were among the Wind Lotus Sect's team and quickly ran back, rolling and crawling.

The two Wind Lotus Sect masters on the chariot were also very impressive. With a little luck, they sucked the water from the ditch next to them into their mouths, and after a loud drink, they sprayed the water out, just like a water gun.

The next moment, the magic sound started again.

"Chikodo, Samoyed, Prajna Samoyed, Chikodo Prajna Samoyed..."

The people who had fled halfway suddenly trembled and walked over again like zombies.

Without hesitation, Ji Que threw two more rotten eggs, and then there were two more cracking sounds of rotten eggs breaking in his mouth, and the magic sound suddenly stopped again.

The originally dull-looking people regained some clarity and showed a blank expression.

Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?

"Feng, Wind Lotus Sect? Run!"

Those who reacted quickly discovered that they were among the Wind Lotus Sect's team and ran home rolling and crawling.

"Wow!"

The master of the Wind Lotus Sect on the left was vomiting, and after slapping the monk and the wooden fish away with one palm, he drank water frantically to rinse his mouth, looked at the maple tree behind him, and shouted: "There are still masters!"
Chapter completed!