The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 320 Ghost Moon Rising
Under a white sandy beach on the west side of the isolated island, a head suddenly appeared, breathing in fresh air. The Indian from the Wesmoye Society crawled out carefully, looking around vigilantly like a mouse.

Seeing no one around, he just took a breath when a strong force hit him from behind, and he lay down on the beach involuntarily.

Li Changan stood behind him with Lan Ruo, and couldn't help frowning: "This guy is the only one left?"

Lan Ruo nodded: "I searched all over the island, but only found this guy's breath."

The Indian turned over and knelt on the ground trembling.

Li Changan sneered: "You practice yoga well."

The wow-wah sounds from Indians' mouths are neither English nor Indo-European, but have a Tibetan-language feel to them.

Li Chang'an snorted, and suddenly began to say wow wow, the Indian was startled: "You also know the language of Dharavi?"

Li Changan looked down at him: "I can even understand ancient Sanskrit, what do you think?"

The Indian couldn't answer anymore, and it was impossible to pretend to be stupid now, so he could only sigh: "You should see that I am not an evil villain, I am just an ordinary fisherman."

The Indians began to pour out their bitterness, saying that they were originally working on a fishing boat in the Malay Peninsula, but they were caught by a guy with black air a few days ago, and then they came to this island inexplicably, that The guy with black air all over his body promised him that as long as he survived on the isolated island, he would give him a boatload of gold when he turned back.

Lan Ruo laughed when she heard that, but Li Chang'an asked, "That person with black air all over his body, do he have prosthetic legs?"

The Indian nodded in amazement, clasped his hands together, and recited a strange Buddhist scripture: "Yes, not only are his legs gone, but even his fingers are gone, but he can move around flexibly."

Lan Ruo looked at him seriously for a while: "Mr. Dao, why did Yang Jiugui go so hard to get this guy from a fishing boat at sea?"

Li Changan didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and flicked, the sackcloth on the Indian's body was torn open, revealing a little bit of eye-catching scars on his body.

The Chinese monks all had scars on their heads, but this Indian had scars on his body. Lan Ruo was dumbfounded.

Li Chang'an said hesitantly: "Yang Jiugui wants to open the gate of the underworld, so he has to make a living sacrifice anyway. Although this old man is only a fisherman, he is one of the rare Buddhists who practiced Mahayana Vajra hard. The incense scars all over his body, he has practiced the Dzogchen Vajrayana for at least 30 years, this is the best sacrifice that can be found so far for Yang Jiugui!"

He spoke all this in Indo-European, so the Indian could hear him very clearly.

He jumped up immediately, trembling again and again. Although he didn't want to believe it, the Dzogchen Vajrayana that Li Changan said was absolutely correct. His family used to be from the upper caste of India, so they were able to come into contact with the rare Vajrayana Buddhism. At this time, under the fear in his heart, he knelt down with a plop, put his hands together above his head, and begged Li Changan.

"Where are the six men in black robes you brought?" Li Changan asked coldly.

The Indian hurriedly pointed to the surface of the sea: "They dived to the bottom of the sea last night, I, I don't know what they were doing."

Li Changan nodded slightly to Lan Ruo, Lan Ruo's figure flashed, appeared in the waves, and then dived under the sea.

Only then did Li Changan tear off the Indian's sackcloth, and looked at his chest: "When that guy found you, did he give you an amulet? Said it was something that could protect you?"

The Indian nodded repeatedly, and reached out to touch the amulet, but found nothing.

Li Changan shook his head: "Low your head and take a good look at your heart!"

The Indian tilted his head and almost fainted. He saw that a square black jade piece had been sunk into the flesh, and it seemed to be connected to his heart. He trembled slightly, and the blood in his heart flowed all over the jade piece. The complex lines of his body formed a weird cycle with his own blood vessels.

The Indians could only look at Li Changan helplessly.

"You're lucky." Li Changan let out a hesitation, stretched out his hand and patted it, the black jade flake suddenly flew out, and he was about to run away, but was suppressed in the air by the jade talisman in Li Changan's palm, and finally fell in panic, but was caught by Li Changan. Holding it with one hand, black smoke suddenly rose and dissipated in the sea breeze.

The Indian heaved a sigh of relief and looked down at the bloody place where the heart was, but it seemed to be only a skin trauma.

At this time, Lan Ruo floated out of the sea and waved to Li Changan. Li Changan patted the Indian on the shoulder: "You can look around on this island. There may be many treasures left behind. If you are lucky, you can bring Take the treasure home."

He said with a smile and left.

Li Changan came to the sea where Lan Ruo was, it was far away from the isolated island, even the black reef disappeared.

Lan Ruo stretched out her hand and pointed at the sea: "I found six puppets below, but they were all puppets with dissipated yin energy. Besides these things, there was also a long strange pipe."

Li Changan held her hand and immediately dived into the icy sea water.

Under the dark seabed, even the moonlight could not penetrate, Lan Ruo's graceful body swam like a mermaid, but the pearl on her forehead shone softly.

Deep under the sea, a metal pipe leads to the depths.

The metal pipe seemed to be still vibrating slightly, Lan Ruo really didn't know what it was, but Li Changan did.

Looking at the company logo on the metal pipe, this is the oil pipeline of a certain company in Malaysia.

This kind of old-fashioned oil pipeline is generally steel pipe, which is welded to connect long-distance pipelines, and valves are used for opening and closing control and flow adjustment.At intervals, there is also an oil delivery power pump.

But the key point is that now, on this black oil pipeline, there are black runes pasted every few tens of meters.

Li Chang'an couldn't help frowning: "Yang Jiugui is a great writer, but he can think of sending the necessary yin energy through the oil pipeline, which is considered a genius move."

Beckoning to Lan Ruo, the two quickly moved forward along the oil pipeline. After a while, a group of black water bubbles appeared in front of them. The oil pipeline broke in the middle. In addition to the black oil, there was also a cloud of yin that soared upward.

Li Changan made a gesture to Lan Ruo, and the two flew directly out of the sea in the direction of the black air.

In order to deal with the possible battle later, Li Chang'an did not use the power of the Tai Chi Talisman, but leaned on Lan Ruo's body and took off with her power.

At this moment, on the surface of the sparkling sea, a boxy black reef appeared. The space of the reef was not large, only the size of a living room at most.

At this time, beside the black reef, there were two artificial legs and two artificial hands. Yang Jiugui, who was quite short, was propped on the reef with his broken leg, with a small package on the left and right in front of him.

And in front of Yang Jiugui, there was a monster hidden in a black robe, with metal wings stretching out from behind, standing there silently.

As the ghost moon rose, Yang Jiugui raised his head and laughed fiercely: "Come on, Li Chang'an! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)