The night is hazy, and the night wind blows, and the river is filled with ripples, and the crescent moon reflected on the river is also swaying with the ripples.

"Suck."

The bat master sat on a low stool in the tent, holding the half-cooled braised noodles. He ate most of the braised noodles in a few bites. While using his sleeves to quickly wipe the marinade at the corner of his mouth, he secretly looked around to see if there was an opportunity to get rid of the clutches of the one behind him.

But, this is obviously a luxury.

Since six days ago, after Chen Da, this unopposed guy clashed with the terrifying guy behind him, he felt like he was suddenly living in a nightmare.

Many strange and strange stories I heard in the past seemed to have suddenly become reality.

He looked out.

Around the tent, more than twenty young and strong men stood in the night, standing there like wood, motionless, waiting for the orders of the owner in the tent, just like the robot in the movie, sleepless, obedient, and not obedient at all.

The bat master swallowed quietly. During the past few days, whenever he saw these strong men with white eyes and no pupils, the chill in his heart became even more and more.

But when he accidentally saw the boss of the Donghongmen Pavilion who was standing at the entrance of the tent, he secretly thanked him with a hint of joy of revenge.

To be precise, there was no deep hatred between him and him, but there were many grudges between his uncle and him. Otherwise, he would not have spent several years setting up a plan to vent his uncle.

The emperor pays off. With his unremitting efforts, the Donghongmen master finally made the Donghongmen store believe in him. Seeing that he could let his son sank him into the river, this could be considered as a ventricular anger for his uncle.

But why did he suddenly encounter this unlucky thing? The bat master secretly thought it was unlucky, but when he saw the current appearance of the tycoon, the gloating in his eyes could not be concealed.

This is how people are. You are not afraid of being unlucky. As long as someone is more unlucky than you, you will be able to balance your heart, especially the more unlucky one is your enemy.

If that's more perfect.

Although he didn't do what he did back then, the father and son were not bad, but the most important thing now is to find a way to escape.

In the past few days, he is almost finished what he has learned and known. If he continues to suffer, he may also end up with the consequences of the short-lived guys outside.

Thinking of this, the bat master quickly packed up the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and a charming smile appeared on his face, and walked up quickly.

"Sir, I've eaten it now. Look, should I continue to tell you about this "Liu Ren Jinkou" or other strange stories?"

Zhang Jiao half-standed his head, sat in the center of the tent with a big golden knife, and agreed casually.

"Let's finish the "Liu Ren Jinkou" first."

"Okay, then I'll continue to talk in the afternoon."

"Whenever you use Yang to take Yang as the reason; if you use Yin to take Yin as the reason. The use of Yin and Yang is empty and dead, and the use of evil is weak.

Three yin and one yang, use yang as the use, and take the appearance of Shaoyang.

The three yangs and one yin are used, and the appearance of Shaoyin is taken.

Two yin and two yang, use the general as the use, and distinguish the yin and yang accordingly.

Pure yin and yang, use the general as the use, and the object in the prescription."

Zhang Jiao's eyes turned into blood red, and countless blood-colored words formed a mysterious hexagram in the sound of the mantra. The hexagrams continued to change with the "Liu Ren Jinkou" mentioned by the bat master, and combined into various hexagrams arranged.

A variety of strange premonitions and incomplete pictures kept passing by his eyes.

The bat master felt the increasingly cold air emitted from Zhang Jiao's body, and he couldn't help but shivered. The explanation of "Liu Ren Jinkou" was also a bit unsuccessful, but he did not dare to pause at all. He lowered his head and kept recalling what he had learned and explaining it seriously.

Time passed by minute by minute. At around 11 o'clock, the bat master was still explaining "Liu Ren Jinkou" with dry mouth. He paused from time to time, and took the opportunity to swallow the saliva that had dried up into sticky foam in his mouth, which relieved his already red and swollen throat.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao, who had been listening attentively, suddenly raised his head and reached out to signal him to stop for the time being.

The bat master was a little confused, but he stopped immediately, stood quietly by, looking at his nose and his nose.

Zhang Jiao looked at him with satisfaction, on the chair of the Grand Master who had never found somewhere.

I stood up and my figure floated out like a shadow.

The night outside was as clear as a hunch, and a crescent moon hung in the air.

The surroundings were filled with insects and frogs, and the sound of water birds and wild ducks flapping their wings continued to sound from afar.

Zhang Jiao looked up and saw that on the other side of the river, an old-fashioned fish shed boat slowly drifting down from the upper stream. A white lantern made of paper hung on the bow of the boat. The light as big as a bean emitted a light green halo through the white paper.

From a distance, it looks like a flying fireflies by the river.

Above the bow, two figures, one big and one small, one high and one low, stand on the bow.

The three of them looked at each other across the river, but there was no communication. After half a cup of tea, Zhang Jiao walked back to the tent first, and the two on the boat also parked the boat by the river and rested inside.

The two sides had tacit understanding and no conflicts or communication.

In the following ten days, as the Zhongyuan Festival approached, new people came to the river area of ​​Luojiawan every day. This place that had been quiet for more than ten years suddenly became more angry.

"One more."

The bat master hid on the edge of the tent and looked at the dirt roadside not far away. As the two off-road vehicles stopped, a dry monk walked down from the car with four novice monks, walked to the river with Buddha's name one by one, straight up and sat down and chanted the sutra in a low voice.

The four little novice monks took out the wooden fish they were holding, and chanted in a low voice. For a moment, the sound of chanting scriptures echoed around the river, and you could not block it in any way.

In the river, countless fish swam over, gathered in the waters in front of the old monk, and kept swimming.

The bat master listened to the constant chanting of scriptures in his ears, his head subconsciously shaking, his expression slowly became solemn. As the corners of his mouth opened and closed, he followed the old monk to recite scriptures without any knowledge.

"The birth and death in the world and all dharmas are impermanent. All sentient beings cannot understand them and think of them as constant thoughts in the impermanent Dharma. Therefore, the Buddha said that impermanence is to break the fall of the observance of the permanence, which is called impermanence..."

Amid the sound of the sutras, he naturally knelt down, spread his hands flat and snatched his head to the old monk's direction.

Zhang Jiao was sitting in the tent, and naturally he could see clearly. He stared at the old monk with an unkind look and hummed lightly at the tip of his nose.

"Ah! No, no."

The bat master who was carrying out the tribute of five bodies suddenly screamed, and his originally solemn and peaceful expression became ferocious and terrified, like a duck pinched his neck, struggling violently and screaming.

Many of the attention-seeking eyes of the riverside suddenly burst into laughter, and a few sneers quietly pressed over the Buddhist scriptures and resounded across the riverside.

"Mu Lao Gui, after so many years, you still love to pretend so much!"

Just as the old monk was chanting the scriptures, the little shaman who was chanting the scriptures suddenly paused in his hand. When he wanted to hit him, he could not match the rhythm.

The fish gathered by the river dispersed, and the peaceful chanting of scriptures could not be heard any more. Only the old monk was still sitting cross-legged by the river, pinching the rosary in his palm, and chanting the scriptures in his low voice.

The batmaster lay in the tent, gasping wildly, as if this could dispel the sudden fear and despair in his mind.

It was not until half an hour that he slowly calmed down from his fear. After a long breath of relief, he suddenly heard a word that surprised him.

"You have worked hard these days, so wait and have a rest and leave."

The bat master lying on the ground immediately stood up. After confirming that he had heard it wrong, he hurriedly bowed to Zhang Jiao, turned around and ran out.

He really didn't want to stay in this ghost place for a second.

As more and more weird people come here in the past few days, how could he not understand that he hit a place he shouldn't have come? Now that he has the approval, how dare he stay longer? Thirty-six strategies are the best way to leave!

As for Chen Da and the others who are still here, whether they die or live has nothing to do with him, and it would be even better if they are all dead.

Zhang Jiao looked at the figure of the bat master fleeing in a panic, smiled out of the corner of his mouth, and the curtain at the entrance of the tent closed quietly without wind.

The entire tent suddenly seemed to be a world, isolated from the outside world, attracting many eyes to look at him and constantly looking at him.
Chapter completed!