Mystery: From adding points to the strongest on the surface

Chapter 97 Strange Curse!Burning Buddhist scriptures! (seeking first order)
In the blink of an eye, it was already noon the next day.

Although there was a buffer time of half a night plus a morning, Yun Jiuqing was still a little nervous.

I want her to slow down so quickly...

Not an easy task.

last night.

After encountering the weird thing, Yun Jiuqing didn't dare to rest even for a breath.I'm afraid that another strange thing will appear suddenly, and then take her life in the blink of an eye.

Plus... After the day came, I had to drive for half a day.

She is exhausted.

Yawn straight up.

But there was a faint sense of crisis in her heart, and she had to forcibly pull herself together, forcing her will to enter a state of vigilance and tension.

suddenly.

Yun Jiuqing heard someone talking.

It was Monk Zhikong who was speaking.

I just heard him say: "Amitabha...Fan Daochang, Master Yun, there seems to be a village in front of us."

village?

Yun Jiuqing was startled.

She raised her head, stood on tiptoes, and tried very hard to look into the distance.But no matter how she looked, there was only Fan Wu's burly back in front of her eyes.

Yun Jiuqing was secretly stunned at how tall Fan Daozhang was.

Then he ran to the side of the road, stepped on a stone, and tried to look on tiptoe.

then.

She saw the village that monk Zhikong had mentioned.

"What a small village." Yun Jiuqing muttered, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. She suddenly came back to her senses, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "No! No... No!!"

She immediately shouted: "I followed this official road to Yinghe Mansion some time ago, why do I have no impression of this village?!"

Fan Wu looked back at her: "Before you went to Yinghe Mansion, didn't you see this village?"

Yun Jiuqing nodded heavily: "I have never seen it before!!"

Monk Zhikong's expression also turned solemn: "Amitabha... I went to Yinghe Prefecture by another road at the beginning. If Master Yun remembers correctly, it is indeed strange!"

"Could it be that something strange is causing trouble again?" Monk Zhikong frowned, and continued in a deep voice: "Could it be that witch fairy again?"

"Hiss! It's him again?!" Yun Jiuqing was numb: "How could it be so lingering?!"

Thinking of those black-robed evil spirits during the day yesterday.

And the horror and spooky things from last night.

Even though there is a very vicious sun hanging high in the sky, it is actually the midsummer season... But Yun Jiuqing didn't feel the heat, but felt cold all over.

Shiver! !
"It's not Wuxian." Fan Wu's voice suddenly sounded, he led the old green cow, and walked to the "village" in front of him, and said in a calm tone: "At least not now."

"And it's not a village, it's more like a temporary gathering place."

He paused, then continued, "However, it smells like a dead person."

"Ahead, maybe someone died."

Not a village?

There are dead people?
After hearing what Fan Wu said, Yun Jiuqing and Monk Zhikong looked at each other in blank dismay.

Because the distance was too far, no matter how hard they squinted their eyes, they could only see people in the distance, so monk Zhikong guessed that there was a village ahead.

In the end, Taoist Fan concluded that it was not a village, but a temporary gathering place for a group of people.

But how did Taoist Fan see it?

Can you see it this far?

And how did Taoist Fan smell out...that place smells like a dead person?

The two were dumbfounded!
Very confused.

It couldn't be because Fan Daochang's eyesight and sense of smell were far beyond ordinary people's level, right?How many times does this have to go beyond ordinary people to be able to achieve this level?
One question after another popped up in their minds, causing the two of them to fall into endless confusion.

It's a pity that no one answered these questions for them.

They didn't dare to ask Fan Wu either.

Yun Jiuqing and Monk Zhikong could only follow behind Fan Wu.

no way.

Who made them now, inexplicably, provoke a strange creature named "Witch Immortal"?With the strength of the two of them, if they didn't follow Fan Daochang...then they might not know how they died!

It took about a stick of incense and half a stick of incense to go, and Yun Jiuqing finally saw the picture in front of him clearly with great anxiety.

at once.

She was stunned.

Fan Daochang was not wrong just now, the front is not a village, but a temporary gathering place... Moreover, it is also a gathering place for a group of ragged, yellow and emaciated people.

Rao Yun Jiuqing has lived for 18 years, and has never seen anyone who can be so thin.

The people in front of them, one after another, interpreted the three words "skinny" vividly.

There are roughly dozens of people in the gathering place ahead.

Those people used some twigs, thatch, and dead leaves to set up a small shed that I don't know if they can keep out the wind and rain.

There were only one person lying in the shed.

Before Yun Jiuqing got close to that place, she could smell a kind of shit... This smell is quite offensive, but fortunately she is not particularly sensitive to the smell.

After all, the weird things I encountered last night, the rancid smell that makes people sick...

It's even more offensive than this shit smell.

Even more disgusting!
she……

got used to!
Yun Jiuqing also noticed that among the group of very sallow and emaciated people, there were some young children.Their mother is breastfeeding them, but such a thin woman...does she really have milk?

There are also some young men who should be regarded as young and strong, and they are surrounding a big pot with flames burning under the pot. There should be all kinds of wild vegetables stewed in the big pot, because Yun Jiuqing didn't smell any meat.

"This... what's going on? I... I've never seen these people when I passed by here!" Yun Jiuqing spoke in a rather shocked tone.

"Amitabha..." Monk Zhikong said sadly, "Maybe it's the people who fled from somewhere."

"Escape?" Yun Jiuqing was stunned: "I don't seem to have heard of the famine in Nanjun recently! It seems that there is no flood, right?"

Monk Zhikong shook his head: "It is not only natural disasters that disrupt the world, that people will choose to leave their homes and flee."

He sighed, and continued: "There are also man-made disasters... that will also lead to such things. Although the little monk has not been away from Hanling Temple for a long time, due to his travels, he has seen many such things."

"Natural disasters are terrible, but man-made disasters are even more vicious. Natural disasters may also be attributed to bad luck. Man-made disasters mean that someone is harming others."

Yun Jiuqing's eyes widened: "Who dares to cause so many people to flee from their homes? Aren't they afraid of being arrested by the court? Aren't they afraid of being punished by heaven?!"

Monk Zhikong shook his head, and said helplessly, "My little monk has never been able to figure out why someone would do such evil. Perhaps there are too many such people and too many such things..."

"There are so many resentful ghosts and so many terrifying monsters in this world."

"Amitabha."

The combination of Fan Wu and Yi Niu is quite eye-catching. After all, their combination is too strange... One is a bald monk with a nine-ring sword on his back, the other is a "brother" who looks like a rich man in his clothes, and the other is tall and imposing. And a compelling Taoist priest.

Ok.

And a cow.

The appearance and approach of the three of them caused a group of fleeing civilians in front to show vigilance.

Some sallow-faced and emaciated men immediately took up weapons.

And some women who were holding the baby hurriedly hugged the baby tightly and hid behind.

However, those so-called weapons in their hands...

In fact, it is a long bamboo stick with a sharpened end.

Of course, if a sharpened bamboo stick is used to deal with ordinary people, it is also very powerful.

After all, it can be used as a spear.

You can kill someone without a gun.

It's a pity that what they met now were two ascetics, plus Fan Wu, a layman with a little extra.

The "weapons" in their hands are in the eyes of Fan Wu, Yun Jiuqing, and monk Zhikong.

Not threatening!
"You... who are you?" Among the sallow-faced and emaciated crowd, a somewhat burly man raised a bamboo stick and asked nervously, "What do you want to do?"

Of course, this person's "strongness" is only relative to other people who are yellow and thin.

In Yun Jiuqing's eyes.

This fellow.

thinner than her!

However, such a man was actually the strongest among this group of people.

Unbelievable!
"We have no malicious intentions!" Yun Jiuqing hurriedly said: "We just happened to pass by here. And don't you realize that the place where you are is not far from the official road?"

She straightened her face and continued: "We came from the capital of Yinghe Mansion, and we are going to the county mansion of Nanjun."

Done.

She asked curiously again: "Who are you guys? Why do you drag your family and your family around like this?"

Everyone in this group looked quite wary.

Yun Jiuqing's question was not answered.

At this time.

Fan Wu suddenly walked forward. His height gave these people a terrifying sense of oppression. In the eyes of these people, his burly body was oppressive like a mountain.

The headed "strong" man saw Fan Wu approaching, and cold sweat was already overflowing from his forehead.

The hand holding the bamboo stick was shaking.

The legs are also a little weak!

Although he is just an ordinary person, he can clearly feel the aura of Fan Wu!

this moment.

The man felt that the burly Taoist priest walking towards him was not like a normal person, but more like a murderous and murderous big devil!

Fan Wu slowly stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of the bamboo stick, and he did not use much strength to lift it lightly.

Under the horrified eyes of the man.

He lifted the man up with one hand!

The man's feet are one foot off the ground!
Fan Wu said: "This kind of thing that can't even be counted as tickling is useless to the poor. If you regard me as a wicked person, then I am a wicked person. If you regard me as not a wicked person, then I am not a villain."

"I think you should be kinder and more relaxed. You don't have to be so tense, you don't have to be so vigilant. If the poor are going to take someone's life, you, you, you, and you..."

Fan Wu grinned and uttered a frightening sentence: "I won't be standing here so safe and sound."

pat!

The man who was lifted by Fan Wu holding the bamboo stick with one hand did not know whether his arms were not strong enough to continue to support his weight, or he was frightened by the few words Fan Wu said.

He let go of his hand, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the ground is relatively soft, otherwise, with his skinny appearance... This fall would most likely cause him to be paralyzed.

pat.

pat.

pat.

When he let go, it was as if he had touched a domino. The rest of the people with nervous faces were holding bamboo sticks.

They also let go.

Yun Jiuqing, who was behind, took this scene into his eyes and was dumbfounded!She felt... Isn't it a bit too rough for Daoist Fan to do this?How can there be such a threat?

But Yun Jiuqing had to admit that Fan Daochang was very efficient in doing so.

This is not.

These sallow and emaciated common people dare not raise their "weapons" anymore.

"Ah this..."

Yun Jiuqing scratched her head. She felt that what Fan Daochang did was not right, but at the same time she felt that what Fan Daochang did was very useful.

Damn, my scalp is itchy!Oops, don't you need to grow your brain?
"Can you tell me, where did you come from? What happened to make you end up in this situation, right?" Fan Wu is not a person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs, unless he finds that he has a free attribute point in his affairs.

The reason why he took the initiative to ask now is because, from these people, he smelled the taste of freedom!
If it wasn't for Fan Wu's exceptionally keen sense of smell, he might not have noticed...these sallow and emaciated people had a vaguely strange aura.

This breath is very weak...

Not ghosts.

It's a monster!

This means that these people have had contact with monsters or ghosts for at least half a month!
The few words Fan Wu just asked were about the man who fell on the ground.

Grinning his teeth in pain, the man raised his head, and was shocked to find Fan Wu looking at him. He shuddered all over, and felt that he was extraordinarily small in front of Fan Wu.

The man swallowed secretly.

Even though Fan Wu didn't have a murderous accident, the man still felt that if he didn't answer... the end would be very miserable!The burly Taoist priest in front of him really looks like a murderous maniac!

His lips trembled and he said, "I... we people fled all the way from Dong'an Mansion to Yinghe Mansion. We... we didn't expect to meet you, Daoist, on the way, we are not It was intended to offend you, Daoist."

"If... If you think we are too intrusive, Taoist priest, we can leave here. We can go to a place farther away and we will not hinder you, Taoist priest."

The man's answer was very skillful and humble, like someone who is often persecuted.

And what this guy said, why do you feel that he, Fan Wu, is like a big villain?

Like a bullying gangster? !
The corner of Fan Wu's mouth twitched, but he didn't say much about it. He stared at this person and continued: "I just asked you two questions, but you only answered my previous question."

The man said with a bitter face: "Master Daoist, I... I really dare not say it! It would be a taboo! Once I say it... I will be cursed!"

"Someone in us has been cursed! Someone has died because of the curse!"

"Curse?" Fan Wu narrowed his eyes.

It seems.

His sense of smell has not failed.

Cursing sounds like something to do with monsters or ghosts, or something evil.

These three, to Fan Wu, are all free attribute points delivered to his door!

Is there any way to let it go?

"We people..." The man was about to say something, but he trembled suddenly, but he didn't dare to speak more.There was a sudden flash of light in my mind, and finally I had to say euphemistically: "All of us have been cursed, what is the specific situation... I want to say, but I can't say."

"Just like what I told you, Taoist priest, once we say it, the curse on us will take place. This curse will accompany us for the rest of our lives until the day we die of old age."

"Those of us really couldn't stay there any longer, so we tried to stay away from it. This is how we get rid of the shackles of the curse."

"However, we only found out when we came to Yinghe Mansion..."

"Useless!!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhikong also came up at some point. He looked around at the sallow and emaciated people, and then at the man with a bitter expression on his face. Monk Zhikong said: "This benefactor, you can speak freely. Little monk The monks of Hanling Temple in Nanjun prefecture can be considered to know some Buddhist methods to exorcise evil spirits."

He took out a Buddhist scripture, handed it to the man, and said, "Almsgiver, you only need to hold this scripture with both hands, and the Buddha will protect you from curses."

"Don't worry, benefactor. This scripture has been consecrated by an eminent monk of Hanling Temple, and it has a certain power to suppress evil."

The man took the scripture in a daze, and the moment he got it, he felt that the scripture was like a stove.

It's hard to imagine a book that could be so hot.

"Really...really?" The man asked: "Really...can you really suppress the curse?"

"It should be possible." Monk Zhikong said.

The man looked back at the fellow villagers who were thinner than him, with sunken cheeks and expressionless faces.

Then he looked at the monks, Taoist priests, and the rich "elder brother" in front of him.

He gritted his teeth, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

Holding the Buddhist scriptures in both hands, he said, "We are from Dong'an Prefecture, Shuize County, and Dawu Village. Shuize County is located at the very edge of Dong'an Prefecture, and Dawu Village, where we live, is even more remote."

"It's five days' journey from Yinghe Mansion over there, and it still doesn't stop day and night. The reason why we fled from Dong'an Mansion to Yinghe Mansion is because we can hardly survive there!"

"The harvest of the crops we grow for a year, after paying a part of the food tax to the imperial court... It is no problem to have food and clothing."

"But one day, people from the county government suddenly came to our Dawu Village, and they brought a strange statue. Tell us—this is the land master invited by Shuize County."

"They want us to give the land master..."

That's it for the voice.

The man suddenly realized that the scriptures he held in his arms became extremely hot.

His voice stopped abruptly.

Hastily looked down.

All I saw was that there was a little bit of fire on the edge of the Buddhist scriptures!
"High... high monk, what's going on here?" The man was so frightened that he didn't know whether he should throw away the scriptures.

Monk Zhikong's complexion changed when he saw this.

"Throw it away!" he said immediately.

After hearing this, the man quickly let go of the Buddhist scriptures he was holding in his arms, and the scriptures fell to the ground...

moment!

Light up the flames!

The burning scriptures were quickly turning into paper ashes, and they were instantly shattered when blown by the wind.

Monk Zhikong looked at the scriptures, and said in a serious tone: "Amitabha... this curse, even across a whole mansion, has such power? Even if Shuize County is not far from Yinghe Mansion, it also shows that This curse is extremely dangerous!"

"Where is the vicious and treacherous thing that casts such a vicious curse on innocent people?!"

"..."

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(End of this chapter)