The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 155 Fish and Dragon Listen to Brahma ([-])

At dusk, the sun was still hot, and the inside of Fengcheng was unbearably steamy.At this time, the world is like a steamer. In this kind of weather, ordinary people in light gauze can't bear it, let alone Chen Ziping who is fully armed and wearing leather armor.

Chen Ziping was afraid that the old magistrate would do something to Master Xuan'an and cut off Fengcheng's way to survive, so he didn't dare to go far, standing straight at the gate of the mansion, from Mo Rang to the present, about two The time of the hour was not too difficult, but the weather and the heat of the crowd seemed to boil and go crazy, making him feel like he had to stand like a wooden stake before he saw the slender figure of the young monk from a distance. From far to near, it looks like a returning crane.

Suppressing his apprehension, Chen Ziping let out a foul breath until he saw the monk's calm expression.

Chen Ziping heard the young monk turning the rosary, and said in a calm tone: "I have already talked to the magistrate. Tonight, I will go to the Dry Leaf Temple to pray for Fengcheng. You order, and at noon tomorrow, all the wounded and injured in the city will be gathered in the Dry Leaf Temple, I will heal them."

Chen Ziping didn't know what the young monk was talking about with the old dazed magistrate. He only knew that at this moment, the dawn of Fengcheng was approaching.

"Master Liu would actually agree. The mage must have put in a lot of hard work. The mage's great kindness cannot be repaid by the lower officials!"

Mo Rang nodded expressionlessly, with no trace of embarrassment on his pretentious face, as cold as a god.

He thought about it.

If direct intimidation with force counts as hard work, he has indeed worked hard.

For example, when the servant goes in later, he can see the broken leg of the old prefect.

Thinking of the funny appearance of that cowardly fat man in official uniform kneeling on the ground, pissing shit, and thinking of the absurd things he learned from his soul searching, it was both indignant and ridiculous.

Seeing Mo Rang's nod, Chen Ziping felt even more grateful.

I feel that this young monk is just a god and Buddha sent by heaven, and he is here to save all sentient beings!Immediately, I thanked you a thousand times, and then left with hands clasped in Mo Rang's plain eyes.

Mo Rang watched the young soldier leave calmly, but there was obvious excitement in his back.

After a moment of silence.

The young monk slowly walked towards the direction of the Western Dry Leaf Temple. The black shadow was drawn slender in the sunset, reflecting on the stone road, covering every abyss of despair and pain.Every time the monk's shoes fell down, the sound was like a Sanskrit sound.

"I'm really a good person."

Mo Rangqiang suppressed the desire to touch his bald head, secretly admiring himself.

But good people cannot be eaten as food. He considers himself a profitist, so this move is naturally aimed at a win-win situation.

The cultivation system in this world emphasizes the way of heaven, and one must follow the way to become a fairy.

What is the best prop to use on the avenue?
It is merit!
As long as it is handled properly, the victims of the city closure will no longer be a problem, but an opportunity.It is really possible to complete his task within nine days.

Oh no, it's eight days now.

Dry Leaf Temple.

The bleak spring breeze swept the fallen leaves all over the place, floating lonely in the dilapidated temple.

This place was supposed to be a prosperous place, with its grand layout and faded scarlet courtyard walls, the glory of the past can still be seen.

It's a pity that belief, like human life span, is a short-lived thing.Not to mention that this world is an arena for cultivating sects.After you sing, I will appear on the stage. The so-called belief is just a prop to compete for the incense of the subjects.

Don't let yourself sigh secretly that you are still in the mood to lament this.I just used my true energy to clean up a relatively clean area.He didn't hesitate to sit cross-legged on the ground.

The young monk in black sat down cross-legged behind him.It was a Buddha with benevolent eyebrows and a ferocious Rakshasa, and in front of him was a broken bowl that he didn't know where he got it.

I saw the monk take out a green bamboo tube from his sleeve, slowly unscrew the two sides, and you can see the clear water inside.And swimming in the water is a clear whitebait.

There was a sound of water splashing in the broken bowl, and Mo Rang had already poured all the water and whitebait from the bamboo tube into the broken bowl.

Because the spiritual power is restrained, the whitebait will change shape with the change of the container, so there is no need to worry that he will be trapped by the broken bowl.On the contrary, at this time, the whitebait was like a floating mural, after slapping its tail fin a few times anxiously, it sank in the bowl and spit bubbles.

Since he was forced to return to his original form last night, Yinyu also tried to resist afterwards, but unfortunately he found that the aura in his body seemed to be blocked by mud, and he couldn't be driven by it at all, let alone enough to transform him into a human form.

Even if he wanted to attack the monk, his pitiful spiritual energy would not be able to do so.

Feeling aggrieved and being stuffed in the bamboo tube for a whole day, even a fish feels bad!

She was immersed in the bowl, cursing and blowing bubbles, thinking about what kind of monster this monk was going to do next.

Thinking of what she had just heard, this monk was aware of the plague here and came here, she couldn't help but feel a little gloating, wishing that this monk was so busy that it would be better if he got sick again!

But I saw the monk carelessly flicking the beads a few times.

Just twisting the beads, the monk at this time seemed to be a different person.Although it was originally inconspicuous, aloof and lonely.At this time, he is like a Buddha that people admire and pursue.

Not a flower in a pot, not a moon in water.

And it seems that the warm light that can be felt by raising the head, and the sharp eyebrows and eyes are full of compassion.

A Sanskrit sound spit out from his mouth.

As soon as the Sanskrit sound came out, the world was shaking!The destructive threat from heaven and earth almost crushed Yinyu and Morang in the middle of the ruined temple.

What the hell is this spell!
It can actually cause the world to shake!
Yinyu raised his eyes to look at the young monk, but found that there was nothing unusual on his face, as if he was not hindered by heaven and earth at all, he was just doing his daily recitation, only his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned.

The power of heaven and earth strengthened step by step, as if persecuting this young man who tried to challenge Tianzun, laughing at his overthinking.

"What kind of monster is this..."

Silverfish cursed secretly, the monk didn't have any influence, but he couldn't stand it anymore, the force of this squeeze made its scales almost ooze blood, it's just being on the periphery, one can imagine, What must be the suffering of a young monk in the center of stress.

The monk was able to hold on to such pressure, which made Yinyu admire a little bit.

But such admiration is like a passing cloud, it is always a pebble falling down the cliff without even making a sound.

Because compared to admiration, Yinyu hated him more.

God knows what that monk was thinking, not only did Heaven and Earth not want to spare him, but his body seemed to be hacked into pieces!

(End of this chapter)