Chapter 377 I am the devil
It's best to use money to solve it. I'm afraid that some people are not greedy for your money, but your body.
Liao Wenjie muttered in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, he arranged a hundred thousand copper coins in front of Ji Dian, layer by layer, stacked in a square shape. Not to mention the soul of an ordinary person, it was more than enough to buy an official position in the underworld.
The golden light dazzled, Jidian covered his face with a cattail leaf fan, and whispered: "Brother Jie, why do you give so much?"
"Is this too much?"
"Well……"
Ji Dian blinked and nuzzled at the black Rakshasa: "To me, this small amount of money is nothing, just a day's pocket money, but for the stupid big man, this money is enough to make him take risks and inspire more ideas. So much greed. This is not how you negotiate the price. I bet his next sentence is to add more money, otherwise I will eat the money on the spot."
"I don't want money, I'm not interested in money."
Black Rakshasa shook his head, pointed at Xiaoyu's soul, and said with a ferocious smile on his ugly face and fangs: "I have two conditions. If any one of them is met, you can take the soul away."
"No way, you don't even make any money, what do you want?"
Ji Dian instantly became vigilant. The free ones are often the most expensive ones. Although he had never heard of this sentence, it did not affect his understanding of this truth.
Black Rakshasa laughed loudly: "I am willing to admit defeat. As long as you eat the money on the spot, you can take your soul away."
Ji epilepsy: (_)
"Subduing the Dragon, it sounds very reliable, I think it's okay."
Liao Wenjie poked Ji Dian's lower back and urged: "While Black Rakshasa doesn't ask for anything else, such as not drinking water when eating, eat quickly. After all, dry food is hard to swallow."
If you don’t eat it, of course you think it’s reliable.
Ji Dian glared at Liao Wenjie angrily, saying that it was impossible to admit defeat, and directly asked the Black Rakshasa what his second request was.
"The second request is simpler. Exchange things for things. If you want a soul, give me your golden body in exchange."
"Damn it, my golden body just looks gold, it's not real gold, it's not worth anything!"
Ji Dian was speechless and walked forward two steps: "Besides, you are an evil god who works in the underworld, and it is useless to take my golden body. If you want to change departments to hang out, just say it directly. I am very familiar with Buddha. I'll help you with a message later, and I'll transfer you to Lingshan to check the gate."
"Boy, has anyone told you that you deserve a beating when you talk?"
"Yes, you are not the first, and you will not be the last."
Ji Dian didn't take it seriously and continued: "Don't be dissatisfied. Just look at the gate. It's better than being ridden."
"Hahaha----"
The black Rakshasa raised his head and laughed, looking down at Ji Dian, his eyes gradually turned cold: "Boy, who do you think you are? Even Sakyamuni dared not talk to me like this. For the last time, if you want the ghost in my hand, you have to take gold. Change your body or get out."
"Call me arrogant, but you are obviously more arrogant than me..."
Ji Dian quickly shook his cattail leaf fan, thinking that Liao Wenjie was by his side and that he would not need a golden body to save people in his lifetime. He nodded readily and said: "You bastard, I'm really scared of you. I'll give you the golden body and give me Xiaoyu's soul." .”
With the two great protectors, Liao Wenjie and Fa Hai, and there were no witnesses around, it was entirely possible to press the Black Rakshasa to the ground and rub it before taking away the soul.
But no.
There are rules in the underworld, King Yama is unselfish, and Black Rakshasa is negotiable. It seems contradictory, but in fact it is included in many rules.
It doesn't matter if Jidian has too much debt, but he has to consider Liao Wenjie and Fa Hai. Even if these two people don't care, Xiaoyu's soul must leave the underworld for a legitimate reason.
Of course, if Xiaoyu's soul does not fall into the hands of the Black Rakshasa, none of the above statements are true.
As long as no one sees it, Xiaoyu's soul has never entered the underworld.
"etc."
Liao Wenjie held Jidian's shoulders and shook his head slightly: "Jianglong, calm down, I can't give him the golden body."
"Brother Jie, it's already this time, and you're still thinking about money?"
Ji Dian secretly glanced at the Black Rakshasa and whispered: "It's just a golden body. If things weren't so rare and precious, and the superiors wouldn't let anyone mess around, I could condense one in every life. It would be a good deal to exchange it for Xiaoyu's soul." "
"No, that's not what I'm talking about."
Liao Wenjie said expressionlessly: "I have told you before, there is someone behind the ninth evil person Yuan Batian. He killed Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu's soul happened to be in the hands of the Black Rakshasa. Don't you think this is too coincidental? ?”
Ji Dian's hand shaking the fan paused slightly, and he frowned and said: "It makes sense, but this inference is too strong. Not to mention that he and I have no enmity or enmity. Even if we did, it would be better to just take my life, so why bother to do so?" My golden body.”
"I'm just afraid that if he gets the golden body, he will turn his back and refuse to admit it, and refuse to hand over Xiaoyu's soul."
"Hehehe, if that's the case, that would be great. I don't even have to give him a golden body."
"..."
Liao Wenjie took a deep breath. The information was not equal and he could not communicate with Jidian. But one thing he was very sure of was that he could never give the golden body to the Black Rakshasa.
He was not prepared to do good before he came. He had to deal with the black Rakshasa in the underworld to prevent the disaster from spreading to the underworld and causing another catastrophe.
Considering that the black Rakshasa had a rather serious tone and might be the vest of a certain big boss, Chao Liao Wenjie was very serious about not taking the lead. He raised his eyebrows at Fa Hai, who had been silent, and signaled him to snatch Xiaoyu's soul.
Fahai was stunned for a moment. He was a serious monk, and he would never do it by force...
At least not now, I have stopped.
"The black Rakshasa arranged the Buddha, and his words were extremely disrespectful. Fahai, you are a disciple of Buddhism, and it is up to you to teach him a lesson."
After speaking to Fahai, Liao Wenjie turned to look at Ji Dian: "Fahai's attack was neither gentle nor serious. If a fight breaks out later, Xiaoyu's soul may be affected. The monk is compassionate, please take her away."
"Wonderful!"
Ji Dian nodded. The black Rakshasa was disrespectful to the Buddha. Fahai taught him a lesson. He protected Xiaoyu's soul with compassion. Even if King Yama came, he would not be able to find any fault.
Ji Dian said he learned a little trick every day to occupy the moral high ground.
"Amitabha!"
Not only Jidian learned it, but Fahai also thought it made sense. He clasped his hands together and called out the Buddha's name, and a faint golden light spread out from his body.
"Hahaha----"
The black Rakshasa looked up to the sky and laughed, raising his feet and trampling on the ground. After a landslide and a crack in the ground, a bottomless dark canyon tore through the plain, like a grinning devil's mouth, mocking Liao Wenjie and the others for overestimating their own abilities.
The Black Rakshasa raised his hand and threw the chain and Xiaoyu's soul into the abyss. He looked at the three of them with a ferocious smile: "If you don't want to exchange a golden body for a soul, then let's keep the golden bodies of the three of you!"
"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the prajna Buddhas, the prajna bama hum!"
"The flying dragon is in the sky!"
"go!"
While the Black Rakshasa opened the abyss of hell, Fahai tore off the tattered white cassock on his body, revealing the tattoo stickers of a social person.
The golden dragon grew longer in the wind, dispersing the gray fog that covered the sky in the sky, and the mighty Buddha's light filled the space, creating layers of dazzling golden ripples in the slightly trembling space.
I had a fight with Liao Wenjie more than three months ago. The cassock, whisk, golden bowl and other magical instruments were damaged. Only this golden dragon, which is the condensed form of the supreme Dharma, is still there.
And because of the three months of painting on the ground as a prison, the cultivation of Buddhism has been further improved. The golden dragon is occupying the sky, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, as lifelike as an entity, and its tyrannical power makes people look at it again and again.
"Yes, this little snake does have some firepower. It is much stronger than the average Eight Tribesmen."
The hundred-meter giant dragon came swallowing the flames of Buddha's light. The black Rakshasa smiled coldly, shook his arm, and punched the sky.
The horizontal pressure fist seal tore through the airflow flying in the sky, and the golden dragon's figure paused in the air. After a loud bang, it flew out spinning in the air.
"Hiss, hiss——" x3
Liao Wenjie and the three of them gasped at the same time. Among them, Ji Dian was the most surprised. A low-class little evil god whose name he had never heard of before had such tyrannical strength...
If something went wrong, there must be a demon, and the black Rakshasa must have a conspiracy to get his golden body!
At this time, it no longer matters whether the black hand behind Yuan Batian is a black Rakshasa, preserving the golden body is the top priority.
Now that the matter was serious, Ji Dian turned around and ran away.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the chasm in the abyss. He stopped cursing, said hello to Liao Wenjie, and jumped in.
No matter how big or small a good deed is, no matter how many people he saves, even though he knew the pit was very deep, Ji Dian still jumped.
Liao Wenjie took a deep look at Ji Dian's back and winked at Fahai. "Everyone can kill the evil heretic. They are serious Taoist priests and monks. They don't need to talk nonsense with the black Rakshasa. They can just go together."
Fa Hai was convinced, so he jumped into the air, stepped on the giant dragon, bathed in the flames of Buddha's light, chanted scriptures and hit the black Rakshasa.
Liao Wenjie stepped steadily, clapped his hands together on his chest, and used his red mind power with all his might.
For a moment, the space around him exploded, and the ground beneath his feet rippled like water waves. Countless gravels were carried by the hurricane and pushed in all directions.
The earth roared and trembled, and the billowing dust rose up like pillars, straight into the dark sky.
The next second, the hazy mist of the underworld roared in, as if being guided, it lay entrenched high in the sky.
"Victory over evil!"
As Liao Wenjie shouted, a red light shot into the sky from behind, shining directly into the dark sky. A huge red cloud sword appeared, wrapped in dark clouds and mist, and filled with strange black smoke like fire.
The giant sword held up the sky, lying high in the sky overlooking all living things, ants, and slashed straight down. The boundless air waves surged horizontally, and the momentum was like destroying the heaven and the earth.
The Black Rakshasa looked up to the sky, and slapped away the roaring golden dragon. Looking at the Demon-Conquering Sword falling from a distance, a solid fist mark suddenly swung high into the sky.
Boom! !
Thunders exploded, and violent air currents swooped down on the earth, forcing all living beings to fall to their knees and be punished.
The fist mark struck the sword and broke several gaps, but it failed to stop its tendency to fall. After a roar and tremor, the giant sword struck the Black Rakshasa's head.
The plain in front of the city of Fusi suddenly shook, and countless gravel exploded, rising high like a tsunami. The air turned into a howling wind and blew to other corners of the underworld.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Fa Hai put away the golden dragon and jumped to Liao Wenjie's side. Seeing that he was panting, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
"It's okay, the situation is a bit serious. Jiang Long hasn't come back for so long. He must be in trouble. You go down to find him, and I'll deal with it here." Liao Wenjie looked at the deep pit where the smoke had not dispersed, and struck out with his sword with all his strength. It's so unbelievable that it's almost unreal when I think about it.
A vest, definitely a vest.
Regardless of what the other party means, whether he is really capable of killing someone, there is nothing wrong with sending Jianglong's golden body to the human world.
"???"
When Fahai heard this, he looked in the direction of the Black Rakshasa in surprise, and noticed the palpitating aura rising slowly. Without saying a word, he jumped into the abyss.
He knew that Liao Wenjie had the magical power of small teleportation in the three realms and could freely travel between the human world and the underworld. If he followed him, he would become a drag.
The smoke slowly dissipated, and the black Rakshasa shook his shoulders dripping with black blood, and his eyes were full of teasing: "What a trick to take advantage of the power of heaven and earth. You can easily call upon the power of the underworld. Either the method of cultivation is unusual, or... He has an extraordinary origin...do you know which one he is?"
Liao Wenjie didn't answer, closed his eyes tightly, and then opened them suddenly.
Obsessive demon!
The blood-red light flashed away, and the seal shone in the eyes of the Black Rakshasa, making his body stiff for a moment, as if he had been struck by lightning.
good chance!
Liao Wenjie raised his hand and struck it with his palm. Amid the torrent of strong wind, the red palm print that covered the sky and the sun pressed in front of the Black Rakshasa with infinite terrifying power.
Bang!
The black fist seals resisted, and the arrancar was easily blocked by the unrivaled giant palm.
"Hahaha, I am the devil. Where did the inner demon come from?"
The Black Rakshasa put his right fist against the giant bloody palm, and then punched out with his left fist, shattering the surface of the bloody palm and cracking it.
On both arms, the muscular steel-poured iron expanded in a circle, and while Liao Wenjie was stunned, he tore the Tathagata Palm in half with brute force.
"Not enough murderousness, not enough compassion, hesitating and not knowing what to choose, what kind of shit is this slap!"
"That's right, the beating is just shit..."
Liao Wenjie subconsciously replied, regretting it after he said it. As a matter of habit, his mouth moves faster than his head, and his body moves on its own. Da Liao will not bear the blame.
"Hmph, when I was wrestling with Sakyamuni, I also experienced his Buddha's palm. Comparing the two, they are nothing like clouds and mud."
The Black Rakshasa raised his hands and palmed it, and slowly slapped it towards Liao Wenjie: "I have learned this palm with my own experience, and it is more than enough to kill you."
Black clouds rolled, wild wolves surged, and murderous intent was invincible.
Liao Wenjie's heart was frightened, the red light in his eyes surged, and he struck out with a heavy palm. The blood, light, and black mist collided. In the blink of an eye, the red light was swallowed up by the black mist.
Rumble————
The tyrannical power exploded, and the gloomy sky became darker. The overflowing hurricane turned into beams, splitting the heaven and the earth, and splitting criss-crossing abyss and ravines on the plain.
Liao Wenjie was shot and flew a thousand meters away. His body fell to the ground three times, bounced up three times, and was finally embedded in a rock.
"Cough! Cough cough——"
The immortal golden body trembled with fear, and boundless pain spread throughout his body. He lowered his head and coughed several times, and red blood glowing with golden light overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
boom! !
A black figure fell from the sky and dug its feet into the ground, causing the earth and rocks to tumble.
The Black Rakshasa looked down from a high position and strode towards Liao Wenjie: "You have a good golden body. You are destined to me and it belongs to me."
Liao Wenjie coughed repeatedly, and his long hair hung down to cover his face. Only two red lights were visible, and the black mist rolled behind him, turning into a black humanoid silhouette with a body shape that was exactly the same as that of a black Rakshasa.
"Dharma image?!"