Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

After walking out of Yan Yajuan's community, Fang Lin got directly into the car, placed Lele's baby teeth flat in the palm of his hand, pinched them with his hands, muttered something, and shouted: "Look!"

Then he saw the baby tooth moving slightly in his palm, rising out of thin air, and came to the left front of the windshield, pointing to the northwest direction.

Fang Lin started the car, shifted the gears and stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared loudly, and the Lamborghini sped out.

Northwest of the provincial capital, on the outskirts, in an abandoned and run-down gym.

An old Taoist priest, covered in rags and rags, held a wine gourd in his hand, drinking and eating meat at the same time, his hands were greasy and his face was stained.

While eating and drinking, the old Taoist priest looked at the eight children in front of him with a smile and asked, "Are you hungry?" ??

The eight children, four boys and four girls, were all six or seven years old. They were all dirty, with layers of cry marks on their faces.

The eight children's hands and feet were tied with hemp ropes and restrained. They were all sitting on the ground, unable to move.

Upon hearing the old Taoist priest's question, some children had a slanderous look in their eyes, some looked frightened, and some burst into tears.

"Please, please let us go, I miss my mother!" One of the boys cried. He was wearing a yellow sweatshirt. He was Lele, the son of Pan Zhiqiang and Yan Yajuan.

The old Taoist priest smiled and said: "Lele, when we first met, your mother said on the bridge that I would take you away and eat you. This is what your mother meant."

Lele was so frightened that she cried loudly and said: "You are talking nonsense, my mother did not let you eat me!"

The other children were also infected by Lele's panic cries, and they all started crying.

The old Taoist clicked his tongue twice, as if he was a little impatient with the cries. He stretched out his black fingers and picked at the gap between his teeth with his dirt-filled nails. He pulled out a piece of meat and fed it into his mouth again. Chew it and swallow it into your stomach.

stand up and look

He glanced at the sun outside and said: "There are no little ghosts that I can use. I have to refine a batch."

He turned to the eight children and said, "Don't cry. It's fun to be my little ghost!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Wow wow wow wow..."

The old Taoist soldier shook his head in anger and kept saying: "It's so annoying! It's so annoying! Whoever dares to cry again, I will eat first!"

The eight children quickly stopped talking, each one so frightened that they almost stopped breathing.

"That's pretty much it."

The old Taoist priest snorted, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "Shen can't get out of bed and enters the room sneakily. At three o'clock in the afternoon, when Shen's hour comes, I, the old Taoist, can make a little ghost, hahahaha!"

When the children heard his terrifying laughter, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The old Taoist priest's face suddenly darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "It will be Shenshi in two quarters of an hour. Since you are so unruly, I will start preparing now."

With that said, the old Taoist priest began to build the Dharma platform in the yard outside the Taoist temple and get ready.

All the wine that had been drunk and the meat that had been eaten were placed on the altar table. The mahogany sword and yellow paper were all ready.

Then, bundles of firewood were brought from the corner and thrown into the yard, forming a small mountain of firewood.

After finishing these things, there is only a quarter of an hour left before the application time.

Without stopping, the old Taoist priest carried a child in each hand like a chicken to the yard and threw it on the pile of firewood.

Including Lele, all eight children were lying on the firewood pile after a while.

"He's going to burn

us! "

"He's going to burn us!"

"Dad, Mom!"

"Escape quickly!"

The eight children looked horrified, crying and yelling.

But I don’t know what magic the old Taoist priest used, but they were all unable to get off the firewood pile and couldn’t move.

The old Taoist laughed loudly: "Even adults who are thrown on top by the old Taoist can't escape, let alone you little brats. Just lie down obediently and let me, the old Taoist, transform you into brats."

He looked up at the sky and made a decision with his hands. When the time came, the old Taoist's eyes lit up, he picked up the mahogany sword on the altar and started swinging it.

He muttered something in his mouth, picked up a stack of yellow paper with his mahogany sword, and threw it into the air. The yellow paper spontaneously ignited without fire.

A glass bottle half filled with water had a willow branch stuck on it. The old Taoist priest grabbed the willow branch and threw out a series of water droplets, hitting the burning yellow paper in the air.

Suddenly, the burning yellow paper turned into eight balls of fire, shooting into the firewood pile.

Thick smoke billowed and the fire gradually started, turning the wood pile into a firewood pile in an instant.

The eight children felt the heat wave coming from underneath and cried even more miserably. Two or three of them even fainted from fear.

The fire was raging, and the old Taoist priest laughed.

Ten days ago, the last imp he could use was killed by someone.

That man not only killed his kid, but also followed the kid's lead and lit his butt on fire, which made him very angry.

It just so happened that he met a mother and son under the overpass at that time. The mother said to her son in a desperate manner, "Go quickly, that's an old madman, be careful to eat you." He remembered it in his heart.

He's not that perverted yet when it comes to eating people, but he turned a child into a

Brat, that's what he's good at.

At this moment, suddenly, the roar of an engine was heard outside the Taoist temple.

The whole ground trembled.

The old Taoist was startled. Before he could react, the roar was approaching!

Outside the Taoist temple, Fang Lin followed the guidance of his teeth on the speeding Lamborghini.

Using his clairvoyance, he saw through the wall the scene of the old Taoist priest burning eight children inside. Fang Lin became so angry that he kicked the accelerator and knocked down the wall of the temple!

Appeared in front of the old Taoist priest!

After jumping out of the Lamborghini, Fang Lin waved his hand, and the blazing fire was extinguished instantly as if it had encountered a flood, not even a flame left.

Then, Fang Lincai stared at the old Taoist priest coldly, snorted angrily, and slapped the old Taoist priest without asking!

The old Taoist priest was startled, but he was not afraid in the face of danger. He held a mahogany sword in his hand and slashed at Fang Lin's palm!

With a click, the peach wood sword broke directly, and Fang Lin pressed his palm on the chest of the old Taoist priest.

"Wow!" The old Taoist priest spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt that several of his ribs were broken and he flew backwards.

Seeing Fang Lin stepping forward without saying a word, the old Taoist priest hurriedly said: "Friend Taoist, wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Fang Lin kept walking and said as he walked: "Who is your Taoist friend? Evil Taoist priests like you who care little about human life and are ruthless will kill every one I see!"

The eyes of the old Taoist priest flickered, but he cried: "This poor Taoist was just confused for a moment and did such an evil thing.

But this was my first time doing something like this. Fortunately, my Taoist friend showed up in time and stopped me. Now I feel like I have woken up from a dream, and I regret that I have completely woken up.

Fellow Taoist, please give me a chance to change my ways. "