Mysterious World Tour

Chapter 156 Speak ill of me in front of me (1st update)

Tan Mo suddenly discovered that his senior brother had really many Buddhist treasures.

Look at the strings of Buddhist prayer beads, they all look like they were wholesaled from some small commodity market before he traveled through time. Muttering secretly, Tan Mo took the rosary and walked to the door of the cattle carriage. As before, he tied it with a rope and hung it on the door.

The noise outside was still there, and Tan Mo tried his best to keep his eyes open. He was very sleepy at this time, and he was a little afraid to sleep.

Even though he knew in his heart that with his senior brother Lotus Monk around, nothing would happen to him.

Gradually, the noise outside began to change.

There was the sound of suona playing, the sound of setting off firecrackers, and vague words of blessing, which sounded decent, as if they were really getting married.

Thinking like that, Tan Mo couldn't help but silently recite Amitabha. Most of these lonely ghosts were broken into by bandits when that family was getting married, and then died tragically on the spot, so their ghosts still linger.

I wonder if some bandit could have done such evil?

Thinking of this, Tan Mo yawned, which he couldn't hold back before and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.

Was he awakened by the little princess?

I don't know where the guy got a piece of dogtail grass, and it rubbed back and forth in his nose, making him sneeze with itchiness.

Rubbing his nose, Tan Mo smelled the fragrance outside the bullock cart. When he walked out, he saw that the big black cow had been tied to the front of the bullock cart and was eating the dew-stained grass with its head and tail. His senior brother was working in front of last night's bonfire, trying to warm up two dry steamed buns.

I bought it when I passed by the market yesterday. The little princess couldn't bite it, so his senior brother planned to find a place to give it away. If no one asked for it, he would feed it to the fish. Now that he thought about it, if there was no food left, he could make do with it. Those two dried steamed buns.

Tan Mo looked at the door, with a string of rosary beads hanging in his hair, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, did you feel peaceful after last night?"

"They were aware of the current affairs, so they didn't come back later. They just made noises with all kinds of playing and banging for most of the night." The Lotus Monk replied, and then ordered: "Little Junior Brother, go call the little Princess out, they have eaten Let’s go.”

"No, senior brother." Tan Mo agreed, then turned around, snatched the dog's tail grass from the little princess's legs, and threw it outside.

The little princess was so angry that she hit Tan Moyidong, and then immediately ran outside to pick up dogtail grass.

Tan Mo and the little princess shared a steamed bun equally, and Lotus Monk ate one. After eating, they got on the bullock cart and started to set off. This time, it was the Padmasambhava who drove the bullock cart.

Because it was too stuffy inside the carriage, Tan Mo and the little princess were also outside.

The little princess was very angry with Tan Mo, so she deliberately refused to shut up with Tan Mo. Tan Mo was enjoying himself and looked around. Then he noticed that there was thick fog in the distance.

The mist was very strange, not the usual red, nor gray stained with soot, but lavender.

Seeing the thick fog, the Lotus Monk's expression began to become serious. He drove the bullock cart into the thick fog area. For a while, the area became extremely quiet.

There was no sound at all.

Tan Mo felt something good, and couldn't help tensing up his nerves. He walked like that for about a stick of incense. Suddenly, Tan Mo heard people's voices, and then the thick fog in his field of vision gradually faded. Following him, he saw a very bright scene. In the sunshine, two men on horseback happened to be talking on the roadside.

The two people were talking enthusiastically when they suddenly noticed an ox cart running out of the thick fog. After seeing the Lotus Flower Monk in front of the ox cart, one of them couldn't help but say hello: "That master is polite, I don't know where he came from." Where are you? He can lead people through the fog of futile death. His general likes to make friends with experts. Can you give me a favor?"

With that said, the man got off his horse and bowed solemnly.

The other person also followed Dong Ma in saluting.

Tan Mo couldn't help but look at the two people, and saw that they were dressed cleanly and neatly in brocade clothes. They were both around 20 years old, and they had swords on their waists. And on the back of the horse, there was a gunpowder gun.

That thing Tan Mo also had a gun. After some comparisons, he found that the gunpowder guns of the two men were obviously better than his.

From the clothes of the two people, it was obvious that the general they mentioned was probably a big shot in the nearby area.

"I don't dare to be a great gift to you. I wonder which general the two of you talk about?" The lotus monk put his legs together and bowed.

When one person heard the Lotus Monk's question, he immediately said with a proud look on his face: "Is his general the famous loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, General Chi Lian! He practices swordsmanship with his bare legs and is famous throughout the world! "

"It turns out that General Chi Lian is seated in the east. You two asked me to go see General Chi Lian. Can you tell me something?"

"I think the master has also heard that his general is at war with the rebel Water Dragon King. Faced with such a master, he doesn't dare to hide it. If things are like that, then someone has used a cunning trick to help Shui Long. The Dragon King gave me a shout, The brothers' masters or elders wrote letters one after another, asking them to go back. At this time, the Water Dragon King learned about this and set up the Bagua Lost Formation. For a bet, the losing side retreats."

"Have he and the other two heard about the origin of this formation? Did the Taoist Taoist Mizong understand the mist of futile death and create the Eight Trigrams Mizongzong Formation? Therefore, he put the two together and came here without overestimating his ability. , tried to understand, and wanted to go back and share the general's worries, but he was helpless, and facing the fog of wasted death, he felt nothing except a little heart palpitations. "

The two of them spoke a paragraph each, explaining the whole story. In their words, they hated the person who used a treacherous trick to help the Water Dragon King, and they looked like they wanted to dig up his ancestors' graves.

Tan Mo listened, and suddenly found that his senior brother's face looked a little strange for some reason.

He was thinking about whether to ask, and at that time, Tan Mo heard his senior brother Lotus Monk say: "Do you know about the matter of the demon moon lotus? This time, I will accept the invitation and go, but I can't get away."

"So the master accepted the invitation of Senior Qixingzi. The matter of the demon moon lotus is of great importance. If it goes wrong, it will cause great suffering to the people. Please forgive the sin of disturbing me!" When the two heard it, they immediately bowed again.

"You are too polite. Although I cannot go to help General Chi Lian, can you tell me about the Wrong Death Mist? Maybe I can think of a way to break the formation on the way." Lotus Monk folded his legs and suddenly asked.

Hearing what Lotus Monk said, the two people thought that Lotus Monk was kind-hearted and hurried to tell him about the Wrong Death Mist.

Tan Mo listened on the side and realized that the lavender fog was not a long-standing phenomenon. It was a strange astronomical phenomenon in this place. The Wrong Death Mist first appeared ten years ago. It did not exist all the time. It appeared almost once a year, and it only lasted for a while, like a flash in the pan.

So at that time, few people knew about the Wrong Death Mist, and most people had never encountered it.

It was not until two or three months ago that a group of bandits massacred people from several nearby villages, and the thick fog began to cover the sky and the moon. Once you get into it by mistake, few people can get out alive.

No wonder when those two people saw his senior brother bringing him and the little princess out, they immediately thought that his senior brother was a master.