Liu Boyang was stunned for a moment, and everyone else in the car looked at the old man in confusion, wondering what he was going to do. However, Liu Boyang calmly stretched out his left hand in front of the old man. The old man looked at Liu Boyang's palm carefully, and his brows became more and more frowned.

It got tighter and tighter. Seeing the old man's frown, Liu Boyang felt uneasy for no reason.

"Old man, what did you see?" Liu Boyang asked.

After a while, the old man said: "Young man, go home quickly and don't come here again!"

"Oh? Why is this?"

The old man said: "Don't ask anything, it's best to get out of here as soon as possible." As he spoke, he began to recite Sanskrit, which seemed to be the original version of the Great Compassion Mantra. The pronunciation of the words was pure and pure, and it was not something that ordinary pilgrims in the temple could imitate. Everyone in the car was excited.

I was surprised. I didn't expect that this old man with an unattractive appearance was actually a senior Buddhist believer. He was not only a monk but also a layman with hair.

The two brothers Bai Xiaoping and Bai Xiaoshuang were sitting next to Liu Boyang, and naturally they listened to the old man's words. Bai Xiaoshuang's right eye clearly flashed with a trace of strangeness, but he yawned to cover it up: "This old gentleman

Are you a Buddhist disciple?"

"Haha, I'm just a priest of the Maitreya Temple in the village. I rely on the support of relatives and villagers to survive." The old man touched his chin with a silver beard and said modestly. But he didn't care about his calloused hands.

When he touched the tail of his beard from his chin, he straightened up: "Guys, I don't know if you are traveling or what, but I sincerely hope you can go back quickly. Otherwise..."

"What else?" Bai Xiaoshuang laughed coldly and sat calmly, not intimidated at all.

"Do you really want to listen?" The old man frowned, as if he didn't want to say anything.

Bai Xiaoshuang nodded lightly.

"Okay!" The old man put his hand on his thigh and said slowly: "Whatever you say, I always speak frankly when I read people's faces. Please bear with me if there is any conflict!"

Without waiting for anyone else to reply, he turned his attention back to Liu Boyang and murmured: "I see that the lifeline on this little brother's hand has been cut in two. This is a sign of being plagued by bloody disasters. What's even more terrifying is that the lifeline in Yintang is...

It is full of marks that only the dead have, which makes me sigh. Since the destiny is dead, but the person is not dead, I have only seen such a situation in my life. I wonder if an expert has used a life-extending technique on him." After finishing speaking.

He blinked a few times, as if thinking.

After hearing this, Liu Boyang was naturally horrified. He looked at the Bai brothers beside him, then at the unknown old man behind him, and said: "Did you...did you just deduce these from my palmistry?

"

"Yeah." The old man nodded.

"Haha, you saw it accurately!"

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Buddhists should have a compassionate heart. Since I met you today, it is fate. So I sincerely hope that you will leave this place of right and wrong. Otherwise, follow your direction and go all the way north.

, This is a direct offense against Tai Sui!" The old man smacked his mouth and spoke in a rural dialect that he half understood and half didn't understand.

Liu Boyang, the old cat, and the others were already unsure of their hearts. When they heard the old man say such words, their hearts naturally became turbulent. However, Bai Xiaoshuang glanced at the old man with a bad look and said coldly: "Wherever we go, we will naturally be there."

That's the truth. Since you are an outsider, don't ask anything."

"I am also doing it for your own good... Alas! Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva." The old man couldn't resist Bai Xiaoshuang's words, so he clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

But then he was speechless, because at the moment he put his hands together, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had been buried in a huge barn, surrounded by soybeans,

He squeezed his skin and organs inch by inch, getting tighter and tighter. Just when he was about to die, the scene changed again. This time he fell to the Shura Slaughterhouse, where countless little devils were sawed and put into a frying pan.

He was thrown into the oil pan, crying loudly. He was among them, being carried hand and foot by two green-faced and fanged impermanent ghosts. They cut open his stomach, took out the heart and lungs, and threw them into the steaming oil pan...

"Ah!" The old man suddenly stood up from the chair. The carriage was not high, so he hit his forehead, causing his eyes to glow with gold. It was okay to hit him, but he didn't.

After a long memory, I missed my lower body but bumped into him again. Then I sat back in my seat and gasped for air.

I saw that his eyes were so wide open that they were about to burst open, and sweatdrops were raining down on his temples. He was making endless noises like a child peeing. This series of his actions naturally made Liu Boyang old.

Cat Cui Guodong Enying and others were startled, thinking that the curse was coming again. However, they looked inside the car for a while, and then glanced outside the car fearfully, but they didn't find anything strange...

Only Bai Xiaoping and Bai Xiaoshuang didn't say anything. They looked at the winding road in front of the windshield wiper without any care. They really had the attitude of not changing their faces despite the collapse of Mount Tai. But do they need to change? The scene just now was originally about Bai Xiaoshuang.

Directed by one hand!

"Yin Yang view of life and death?" After resting for a long time, the old man said something exhausted. It seemed that he had been treated badly just now. However, the eyes he looked at Bai Xiaoshuang were full of awe and fear. He was not very capable.

But he has some knowledge about the local religion. He knows that those Shura scenes are the spiritual attack carried out by the other party on him. Fortunately, it is a warning, otherwise he might have suffered a myocardial infarction. And this spiritual attack

Mantra is a profound subject of local Taoism, called: yin and yang view of life and death. The dream of this art is to allow people to fully understand the true meaning of life in life and death, so as to reach a new realm of perception. For those who are determined,

Naturally, it is beneficial and harmless. But I didn't expect that the Buddhist scriptures that I had studied hard for decades would collapse as soon as I closed them. I was really ashamed. Thinking of this, the old man's face turned crimson.

"You know?" Bai Xiaoshuang turned to look at him, very surprised. He wanted to teach the other party a lesson, so he used a little trick, but he didn't expect that he would be recognized.

"I dabble occasionally, just guessing." The old man smiled bitterly: "You...should be a Taoist disciple?"

Bai Xiaoshuang did not agree or object, and acquiesced.

The old man nodded and sighed: "It seems that I lost my sight. It's my fault." The other party's group was in a hurry and drove all night. They must be pressed for time. In addition, these two older people must have Taoist backgrounds.

It has something to do with the deathly aura between the young man's brows, maybe this trip was just to save him. I am a Buddhist believer, and since I got on the bus, I have been pointing fingers over and over again.

If you comply with the other party's taboos, it is reasonable for the other party to punish you.

"It's nothing, just take a rest." Bai Xiaoshuang said calmly and began to close his eyes to rest. However, the Liu Boyang brothers were confused and didn't understand what the two people were talking about.

After a moment, the old man couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked again: "May I ask where your destination is?"

"Oh, Luoying Village." Liu Boyang smiled, trying to break the oppressive atmosphere just now. But he didn't know how much trouble he caused after his words came out. The three words "Guying Village" were like magic.

The catalyst suddenly shattered the old man's psychological defense. In an instant, his face turned pale, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, and his mouth was open. He only stretched out one finger to tremble.
Chapter completed!