If 1290 is not worshipped, why not?
ve stayed together last night This dog food is outrageous…"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, let me tell you, under normal circumstances, you are definitely going to lose. Don't even think about fighting him, he'...Every time Jiang Qiyun taught me the hand techniques, he would show a helpless expression of "This disciple is utterly foolish."
Even Qigong requires looking at the hardware. With hands like mine, I've really tried my best.
As soon as two fingers touched the "net", a fleshy lump appeared on the little Buddha statue.
Like a fat gecko, it perched a small Buddha statue on its side, its eyes blazing with malice, staring straight at me.
"Where did your family get this Buddha statue" I whispered to Tangtang.
"A Buddha statue Oh... this has been around for many years. My dad drove a big truck when he was young, often running the Qinghai-Tibet line to make money... I guess he bought it back then. He changed so many cars but never got rid of this one." Tangtang recalled with a frown.
Has it been a long time Was this unusual event recent
"Religious statues shouldn't be placed casually. Could you open the car door I want to take this out and have a look..."
Tantan looked at the small cabinet in the garage and walked over to find her car keys.
Bang!
The door from the garage to the inside of the house suddenly made a dull thud.
Tángtáng was so frightened that she “swoosh” ran behind us and hid: “It must be those things, they always appear when it gets dark!” Tángtáng’s whole body trembled, and she spoke incoherently.
"What is it" I asked, frowning.
"I, I don't know what it was called, like a tumor on a head, with limbs, a monster that rolled and crawled everywhere, and then I saw grandpa and grandma... hacking..."
"Was it a dream you had, or did you see it with your own eyes" I pressed.
Tangtang clutched her head in pain: "I don't know, I don't know, I can't tell at all!"
Knock, knock, knock...
Something seemed to roll past the door.
Tangtang was so scared that she trembled violently. She turned her head and ran towards the small door of the garage. Just as she stepped a foot out, she let out a shriek.
"Ah!!"
The creature clutching the little Buddha at the head of the car was enraged by this.
The monster's evil eyes stared at us, and the narrow slit of its pupil widened suddenly—
In that moment, I saw white light again, as if in a trance.
White light, again the moonlight as white as snow.
Two and three fingers bow, the index finger firmly grasps the child... Demon Thunder Technique!
This was my first time using this incantation. The car trembled imperceptibly, and the creature that had been perched atop the Buddha statue seemed to be burned, leaping away from me with a shriek, baring its fangs!
"Tangtang, what's wrong"
"This... this outside... there's no way out!" Tangtang rubbed her eyes.
Outside the garage door, only black mist covered the ground. The monster on the small Buddha hissed and roared at me, as if it were chanting. The entire atmosphere began to change.
I'm afraid of being trapped in a strange barrier, so I frantically recite the protective verses, hoping that Jiang Qiyun will notice me amidst his busy schedule.
With utmost sincerity, I prostrate before the august Emperor. There are strange and wicked occurrences here. Please come and investigate!
That indoor door suddenly burst open with a bang, splinters of wood flying everywhere. I hurriedly hugged Xiao Yinluo and ducked down.
As the smoke cleared, it turned out to be that wealthy woman's young companion. He had blood running down his head and froze when he saw us.
"Hurry and leave! There's something wrong with this house!" the young spellbreaker shouted at us.
"It's too late, there's no way out here." I patted the wood shavings from my face.
We are stuck in this underground parking garage.
"I, I just entered the house and felt something was off. After using a curse-breaking spell, I discovered that half of the scenes inside the house had been merged! There's a weird space emitting some small monsters crawling out!"
"Her grandparents, parents, they were all at home with weapons, beating and slaughtering those things! They're not normal! I wanted to take my client out, and then I got hit in the head..."
"Your client That rich woman" Yinluo asked.
The magic master nodded, "She should still not be controlled... but she fainted, I... can't drag her, who of you can help me"
Yin Luo shrugged and deliberately made things difficult for him: "We three women, who do you think has the most strength Or who has the ability to resist the demons and ghosts in the house"
The mage was stunned for a moment, gritted his teeth and turned back. He glanced inside the room, then turned and went back in.
Yin Luo widened her eyes: "No way, this white-faced mage is so straightforward He really went back to save people"
I drew out the Zi Xiao Ruyi and transformed it into sword qi, saying to Yin Luo, “You put on Tangtang and follow me. Since we can’t get out, let’s break through the demons from within.”
I'm really curious, what kind of demons and monsters keep appearing, and what exactly do they want
From the basement to the first floor living room, I was startled.
Creatures ran rampant everywhere: on the floor, up the stairs, around the sofa, past door frames, under chandeliers, and across the walls.
Those monsters had no name, big or small, and I saw an old woman with a cleaver chasing them at the kitchen door.
The chopping knife had already rolled its edge. Even when it chopped onto the monster's body, the monster would only let out a cry and roar at people, but it couldn't bite them.
What on earth is going on
The old woman's eyes were bloodshot, she ignored us, and muttered curses in a low voice: "… you lowly animals, what right do you have to come out, all of you, go to death, this 'passage' is not for you lowly animals..."
"Ah! Little Mistress, look quickly, that white-faced boy is buried!" Yin Luo pointed to a dim corner of the living room.
A bunch of little monsters were crawling over there, densely packed. Although they couldn't bite anyone, with so many of them, it was stifling!
As I jumped onto the staircase landing, sword raised and ready to strike, I suddenly heard faint, delicate fairy music.
The beautiful sound, carried by the cool breeze.
Before I could hear it properly, a fierce gust of wind suddenly whooshed past my ear!
That wind was fierce, it hurt my ears!
The ferocious wind sent many small monsters flying, and their inky black blood splattered across the wall.
I was so scared I couldn't even move. That gust of wind almost hit me!
"Oh my goodness! You clumsy fellow! Be careful! If Little Miss here even loses a single strand of hair, you'll be punished for decades!"
The voice, laced with laughter, was both playful and arrogant.
My heart was pounding wildly, and I glanced at my side out of the corner of my eye—
A tall white hat appeared slowly from beside me.
Underneath the hat, white hair brushed against his face. A pair of sinister phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and blood-red lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Little Empress, we're here~~~"
Seven Lords, White Impermanence.
I glanced to the other side, and Niu Tushuai was holding his beloved axe, with a sheepish smile on his face – that gust of wind from just now was from him swinging it!
I'm a little short of breath, what's going on! Why are the Seven Gods of Hell, Bai Wuchang, and Niu Tou here I... I just recited the Fengdu Treasure Incantation...
"How... how come such a big fuss... sending just two little errand boys would have been enough..." I felt a bit helpless.
Bai Wu Chang lifted his hand, his wide sleeves covering his lips as he smiled silently.
A cool breeze swept through the house.
Jiang Qiyun appeared before me in a dark robe, his wide sleeves billowing in the breeze. He wore an air of calm and composure.
"It's said that the Zhongyuan Festival is approaching, and this seat will be inspecting all directions. I sensed you chanting the precious scripture, so I had to detour halfway." Jiang Qiyun's words held a hint of helplessness.
He looked at me helplessly: "Mu Xiaoqiao, you came here to recuperate"te down his experiences from various places in a diary, which recorded many strange and unusual events in Chinese.Nanyun, the young monk, didn't harbor any hatred. Instead, he envied our country's dev...