The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 156 The fish and the dragon listen to the Vatican ([-])

pain.

It hurts like hell!

The monk's Sanskrit singing continued to penetrate through the ear holes. Although it sounded ordinary, it was like a scimitar that killed her at this time, slicing her demonized body with one knife, and even the black soul oozing out Hard to escape.

The short fins could hardly cover the ear holes, so the whitebait could only roll painfully in the broken bowl, half of the clear water in the bowl was thrown out by her.

The sound of chanting seemed to be scraping something from her bones.

The bloodline infected by the demonic and demonic qi boiled and burned, and was about to dry up. She just burned the infected part. She could clearly feel that her abilities were fading step by step, and this fading was irreversible. .

That monk is chanting a mantra to get rid of the devilish energy in her body!
After he fainted from the extreme pain, he was finally relieved.

The cold air rose up at night, blowing away the dry heat in the air, and then sent it to the top of the black clouds, as if a heavy rain was brewing.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Mo Rang gradually felt the pressure.

He was already in a state of residual blood, and it was all due to the operation of ghost energy that he could last for so long.

But it seems that it is still too reluctant to use.

Wow spit out a mouthful of blood, Mo Rang didn't stop, made a handprint to stabilize his body, and continued to chant sutras.

"The state of residual blood has a great influence on me. If the life value is full, I will not vomit blood."

But after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he did feel a little smoother in his chest, and continued to concentrate on chanting sutras.

At this time, the matter is more than half done, and there is no room for half-misses!

If it was an ordinary Buddhist method, it would certainly not cause such a big earthquake, but what he did was not a Buddhist method. What he wanted to do was to secretly change the fate of heaven!
Transfer his luck to Yinyu, as long as the transfer is successful, wait for tomorrow's disaster relief trip, let the merit of saving the people of Fengcheng fall on Yinyu, so as to make up for her shortcomings of falling into the devil, not only that, but more Shorten hundreds of years of dragon transformation time!
He calculated carefully and waited for tomorrow's meritorious deed.

The night was deep, and the shaking of the sky and the earth continued.

……

noon the next day.

The plague-stricken people in Fengcheng gradually gathered in the Dry Leaf Temple. There were men and women, old and young, all of them looked haggard and emaciated, with restless fear in their eyes, tremblingly looking around Among them, soldiers with white masks, and the silent and dilapidated Kuye Temple in front of them.

The crowd chattered.One of the shy-looking teenagers asked sideways: "Why did Brother Chen let us come here? Is there really an expert who can save us... It's really a shame that an expert would live in a place like Kuye Temple." It's unbelievable."

He spoke with some anger and sadness, obviously not believing that man could really save their lives.

"Don't talk too much, be careful to anger the mage! We don't even have a chance to survive!"

The person next to him stopped him, peeping at the impatient look of the soldiers next to him, he thought to himself that the young man was indifferent, and knew that if he didn't stop him, the young man would probably get two whips today.

"Master Xuan'an once cured the drought in Rongzhou. The rain was extremely unusual. It has been more than a month. How could his ability be fake? Now we can't protect ourselves. All we can do is trust Master Master!"

There was a trace of admiration in his cloudy eyes, as expected, after he finished speaking.The commotion of the crowd subsided somewhat.

Chen Ziping nodded. He didn't know the meaning of the mage bringing everyone to the Dry Leaf Temple, but he believed in the mage's character.

After the number of people had been counted and the young soldiers were asked to properly lift the immobile person so as not to injure his body, he cautiously raised his hand and knocked three times on the closed wooden door.

The door burst open.

The sight in front of them was beyond everyone's expectations.

There was no one behind the door.If you use your true energy to control the opened door, this skill is really powerful.

Chen Ziping calmed down after being surprised.Together with the others, he looked at the young monk sitting cross-legged under the tree alone.

The monk lowered his eyes, and his black clothes were not stained with dust.The demeanor of his whole body made people know that he was unusual at a glance, and except for a broken bowl in front of him, there were no medicinal materials or tools they imagined.

Could it be that the broken bowl contained the medicine that could save their lives?

With full of doubts.A group of people walked cautiously into the pavilion.

"And stand here."

The monk spoke.Just took one look at them, and they couldn't move anymore.Stand there obediently.Several soldiers carrying patients also stood there like pillars.

"Everyone find a place to sit, and you will recover after two minutes."

Everyone only listened to the monk's words. Although they were surprised, it was difficult for them to refute and resist in their hearts.It seems that the monk's own language carries an irresistible sense of conviction.

Sit down?
They noticed that the place where they were standing was full of fallen leaves and dust, and it looked dirty, but it was for life.So what if it gets a little dirty?Didn't you see that Master Mage was also sitting on the ground like them!

They patted the dead leaves on the ground casually, leaving a clean place, and hurriedly sat down.

All of them looked at Mo Rang quietly and expectantly. After putting the patient on the ground, the soldiers quietly exited the temple and closed the gate.

Mo Rang ignored this group of people and just twisted the beads in his hand.He lowered his head and glanced at the whitebait in the bowl that had turned white belly.

"It's certainly not a strong fish."

This little pain can pass out.

Mo Rang couldn't help feeling a sense of invincible sarcasm in his heart.

In fact, after the change of luck last night, this fish was blessed with its own Buddha luck, and the demonized part has been removed. The original demonic energy seeped into the clear water, staining the bowl of clear water black, and its strength was greatly reduced, but it was convenient. His subsequent actions.

Before these people came, he had already changed the water in the bowl. At this time, the whitebait with a belly was lying in the broken bowl, motionless, like a dead fish.

And he himself, after the change of luck, also felt the gloomy black clouds above his head, the blood-colored demonic energy could be seen in his spiritual sense, and the bewitching voices kept coming from his ears, like long, thin and deep tentacles, digging at his body soul.

He has long been prepared for this, once the luck is changed, the fate of the two can be said to have been switched, and his Buddhist practice will no longer be favored by the Dao of Heaven, and it can even be said that it is difficult to make progress.

However, he himself is not a Buddhist practitioner, so he doesn't think it's a pity.

It seems that the Buddhist foundation in his body is enough for him to pretend, so he has nothing to worry about.

Mo Rang closed his eyes in front of everyone and muttered something in a low voice.

The young man who originally had three points of unbelief sat not far away, secretly observing his movements, but found that he was just reciting sutras with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but despise him in his heart: Sure enough, he is bluffing and deceiving!
But in the next second, he could no longer underestimate it.

He actually saw traces of golden Buddha light from the young monk!

(End of this chapter)