Chapter 173 Stay away from me, you are too bright

Chapter 173 Stay away from me, you are too bright

The four women were carried into the house. Jingyuan put talismans on the wall and protected the door with a cassock. Liao Wenjie contributed a money sword and hung it on the door handle.

The two walked down the fifth floor side by side, not daring to take the elevator.

Everyone knows that if you take the elevator even though you know there is a ghost, it's not because you are in a hurry, but because you think you have too much time.

Following the corridor to the fourth floor, the cold fog became even worse. By the time we reached the second floor, we were already struggling to walk.

Shadows swayed and ghosts appeared.

The blood-red corridor lights were like human skin lanterns in the thick fog, swaying, flickering on and off.

In the blinding gray fog, silhouettes of ghosts stood upright, silently, staring directly at Liao Wenjie and Jingyuan, crowding the corridors and corridors to the point where it was difficult to move.

"The heaven and earth are natural, and the filth is dispersed..."

"According to the five mountains, the eight seas know..."

Liao Wenjie recited the [Godly Mantra to Purify Heaven and Earth] throughout the process to clear the way. At the beginning, not a single ghost within a radius of five meters dared to approach.

When we reached the stairwell on the second floor, the cold mist was too thick, forming a realm similar to hell on earth, and the power of the Heaven and Earth Purifying Spell was greatly reduced.

The ghosts around him could reach out and take advantage of the malicious eyes. Even though Liao Wenjie prided himself on being an artist and a bold man, he couldn't help but feel unsure.

This is only the second floor, and there is another floor below. When we reach the source of the basement, the cold fog is even worse. If we want to use the passage to pass by, wouldn't we have to be cheek to cheek and shoulder to shoulder with the ghost?

Just thinking about it makes people infiltrate.

Jing Yuan also recited a few passages of Buddhist scriptures, but the effect was far less powerful than Liao Wenjie's Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra. Rounding it off, it didn't matter whether he had it or not.

He simply shut his mouth and held a Zen staff as a bodyguard to repel some daring ghosts that tried to get closer.

"Slay demons and bind evil, save thousands of ghosts..."

When he arrived at the first floor, Liao Wenjie was sweating on his forehead and found that he couldn't hold on any longer.

He recited the [Godly Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth] more than ten times in a row, and most of his mental power was consumed. As he went down layer by layer, the fog in the underworld became thicker. Every time he recited a paragraph, the speed of mental power consumption became more and more exaggerated.

This is great!

Just like the anxiety disorder of insufficient battery and the phobia of insufficient firepower, Liao Wenjie suffers from the anxiety disorder of insufficient mental power. If the blue bar is lower than 95%, he will feel uncomfortable all over. If it is lower than 50%, in his opinion, the blue bar is nothing like being empty. the difference.

Not to mention fighting the BOSS, he would be uneasy even if he was fighting an elite monster. What if he was short of the 5%?

It was all caution that got him wrong!

No, I can't bear it, I can't take risks.

Thinking together, Liao Wenjie decided to shift his strategy. The righteousness he had felt on the fifth floor was completely forgotten.

Who hasn't boasted a few times when they were young? They were ignorant and didn't know how to count.

Liao Wenjie winked at Jingyuan while continuing to recite the [Godly Mantra for Purifying Heaven and Earth].

Liao: Master, if you are poor, you can be alone, but if you are powerful, you can help the world. Now it is difficult for both of us to protect ourselves. The important task of saving the world should be left to the tall man!

Jing: I saw it. The entrance to the basement is right there. You have worked hard on this journey. You will protect me later. The poor monk will risk his life to seal this ghost gate.

Liao: Okay, look at my eyes, let’s rush out the door.

Jing: No problem.

After making eye contact, both parties nodded at the same time. Jingyuan shouted loudly and rushed straight to the entrance of the basement.

At the same time, Liao Wenjie recited the incantation quickly, cleared the way with the red rope, whipped out two long whips, greased his feet and passed through the corridor, and ran out of the building in a whoosh.

"Damn it, is that guy a roadie? Why is he running in the opposite direction?"

Liao Wenjie turned his head in astonishment and looked at the ghost-filled corridor. His expression suddenly changed, and he roughly understood something.

Jingyuan is not a fool, but is worried that the two people's goal is too big. Rather than destroying the whole army, it is better to leave a spark of hope, so she doesn't say a word and silently leaves behind Duan.

They agreed to go together, but Jingyuan chose to sacrifice herself.

For a moment, Liao Wenjie was moved by Jingyuan's fearless and sacrificial spirit: "This monk has a disgusting face and a stubborn mouth. He refuses to admit defeat more than anything. In critical moments, his heart is truly compassionate... I am not as good as him in this regard. I fear death."

On the other side, Jing Yuan rushed towards the basement with her Zen staff, banging against the almost physical ghost wall. She urged Liao Wenjie twice to work harder, but there was no response for a long time. A drop of cold sweat flowed from her bald head, and her ferocious expression froze.

What about cover...?

He turned his head stiffly, not to mention covering up, Liao Wenjie's figure was nowhere to be found.

"It's better to be a bald donkey than to be a poor person!"

The surrounding ghosts swarmed around and the situation was critical. Jingyuan didn't even have time to curse. He waved the Zen staff with both hands, creating a golden cyclone storm, and then inserted the Zen staff into the ground with a bang.

The Buddha's light first appeared, and his energy swept across all directions.

Taking advantage of the gap between the group of ghosts, Jing Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the Fudo Ming King's curse to cast down the devil.

The golden light surged up and swept away the thick fog in an instant. It only lasted for three seconds. The golden light gradually dimmed and was suppressed by the cold air within a radius of... five centimeters around him.

Let's put it this way, considering the length of body hair, if Jing Yuan had hair, this layer of golden light might not be able to cover it.

Click!

Just then, a gun was pointed at his head.

"Monk, you are very brave!"

'Dasha' is condescending, with three black marks painted on his pale face. After his already fierce face was possessed by a ghost, he became a real ghost from hell. He scared people to death when he went out in the middle of the night. He even scared his boyfriend to abandon his girlfriend and run away. The road should be no problem.

"..."

Jingyuan clasped her hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice. Sometimes her manpower is exhausted, and this is the only way he can go.

"Read it, why don't you read it?"

'Dasha' hit Jingyuan on the head with a gun, grinned ferociously, and said with infinite arrogance: "Read a few more sentences and see which one is faster, your words or the gun in my hand!"

Clang!

A dagger came silently from behind, pressed against the artery in Dasha's neck, and extending out was a hand stretched out from the group of ghosts.

Black coat, white cuffs, and a leather watch on his wrist.

"I've seen a lot of arrogant ghosts. Those who are more arrogant than you are not as ugly as you, and those who are uglier than you are not as arrogant as you. You are truly unique and rare."

As he spoke, Leon pushed away the ghosts on the left and right. Yin Zizi stood behind Dasha, blew a heater into his ear, and said softly: "Why, do you think that if there are more people, you can bully the less people?"

"Who are you?"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Crazy, is it great to have a knife?"

'Dasha' ignored the dagger on his neck and sneered: "I am possessed by this guy. Even if you kill me, I can change my body. But it's you. Believe it or not, before you take the knife, I will Shoot this damn bald donkey’s damn bald gourd with a gun.”

"I don't believe you can kill this bastard's bastard with one shot!"

Leon shook his head: "Would you like to take a gamble and see if your gun is faster or my knife is faster?"

Jing Yuan: "..."

If a monk loses everything, he won't be angry, but gambling is taboo. Can he not participate in this gamble?

"Okay, I'll bet with you..."

Uh-huh!

The dagger fell and cut off the wrist holding the gun of Dasha. Then, with a flash of silver light, it turned back and severed the artery in his neck.

Blood spurted out desperately, and Dasha fell to the ground screaming. Leon stepped forward with a dagger, squatted down and stabbed Dasha one after another until his face was covered with blood. Dasha on the ground 'When there was no movement at all, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.

"Amitabha, thank you Taoist Priest for saving me, but... this man was just possessed by a ghost. He should not have suffered such a disaster and died unjustly."

Jingyuan picked up the Zen staff and leaned carefully against Leon. Although she didn't know why the ghosts were hesitant to step forward, it was enough to know that Leon was safe.

Come closer, you're right.

"Monk, stay away from me. You are so bright that I can't stand it even with sunglasses on."

Leon raised his hand in front of his eyes and kicked Dasha on the ground: "Also, don't falsely accuse a good person. Look carefully. This guy was alive and well. Where did he die?"

"No, the poor monk saw it with his own eyes... Huh!?"

Hearing Dasha's heartbeat, Jingyuan was surprised and hurriedly knelt down to check.

Sure enough, he wasn't dead.

Not only was he not dead, there wasn't even a wound on his body. The blood everywhere seemed to appear out of thin air, and he didn't know where it came from.

That’s ridiculous!

"It's strange. I clearly saw him being stabbed more than twenty times, and his blood spurted to the ceiling. It shouldn't be..."

A question mark floated across Jingyuan's forehead. He couldn't solve this question.

"Hey, you bunch of ghosts, you have already stamped your stamp on the underworld, and you still dare to come back to the human world to run wild. Do you think you have too few undeserved debts and the water temperature is not high enough when you put it in the frying pan?"

Leon swept through the group of ghosts, stepped forward, pushed aside a few ghosts, and brought out his suitcase and Lily.

He opened the suitcase, rummaged around for a long time, and took out an oversized water gun, the kind with a backpack and water pipe, and an amazing magazine reserve.

"???"

Jing Yuan: What are you doing here? Is it the monk in the west with holy water inside?

"Go back to where you came from. If there weren't so many ghosts out there and the plastic wrap wasn't enough, I would have stuffed you into the toilet one by one." Leon shouted while using a water gun to artificially lower the milk, which shocked the ghosts. Screaming, with smoke coming out of their bodies, they ran towards the basement in a swarm.

The milk fell on the bald head and stayed along the skull. Jingyuan fell into silence.

It's milk, milk without any additives.

Then the problem arises, the ghosts who can’t suppress the magic spell are actually afraid of milk...

Why?

"Hiss!"

Dressed in black + sunglasses + suitcase + lilies, Jingyuan suddenly realized who the weirdo in front of her was.

Without thinking, he turned around and ran towards the door.

"Hey, Master Jingyuan, you finally came out, I thought you were heroic!"

Liao Wenjie blocked the door and raised his hand to stop Jingyuan: "The foreign aid I called for has arrived. Leon can't do anything else. He can always catch ghosts."

"Ajie, I'm not feeling well today. Let's talk about it another day. No, we'll talk another day."

Jingyuan waved her hands repeatedly, broke away from Liao Wenjie and ran out. No wonder they said that the broom star is evil, but it was really so at first sight.

After a while, he began to doubt the Buddha.

You have to go home quickly, take a bath and change clothes, and burn incense in front of the Buddha for three days to get rid of bad luck.

Also, Buddha bless me, I hope that today’s demonic obstacles will be completely forgotten when I wake up tomorrow, otherwise he will not be able to calm down and recite the magic spell to subdue the demons in the future.

"Master, go slowly. I won't give it away. I'll keep your things for you. Remember to pick them up when you have time!"

Liao Wenjie waved from a distance, and in his sight was Jingyuan who ran away without looking back.

"Oh, these people are all stupid in their cultivation. They have to figure out the reason for everything. Why don't they just treat them as weirdos?"

Liao Wenjie shook his head. Of course he knew what Jingyuan was afraid of, but the problem was that Leon was a person with special powers, so there was no need to be afraid of him.

He is not afraid!

"Ajie, what's so weird about what you're talking about? Please point it out to me."

"Well, that's the bald guy just now."

Liao Wenjie pointed to the distance, and there was a small light spot, which was jumping and shining brightly.