Seeing that the black air was still spreading everywhere, the black robe had disappeared. Wusheng activated the Dharma and chanted the mantra, and a faint Buddha light emitted from his body. Entering the black air, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and Buddha light penetrated

In the black air, it was like water and fire meeting. The black air boiled immediately and was quickly melted and dispersed by the Buddha's light.

After a while, Wu Sheng dispelled all the black energy, leaving a mess on the ground.

This mountain forest seemed to have been burnt by flames, leaving it completely bare.

After handling the matter here without incident, I found that the ghost agent hadn't left yet. He seemed to be waiting for him. The broken chain had been reattached.

After seeing Wu Sheng, he bowed and saluted.

"Thank you, Master." He spoke.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Wu Sheng returned the courtesy hurriedly.

He didn't expect this ghost to be so polite.

Wooha,

The ghost shouted, then raised his whip and led the hundreds of dead souls into the thick fog. Not long after the ghost left, the thick fog dispersed on its own.

Wu Sheng looked at the scattered corpses on the ground. He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart. He just felt pity for them. Why? Is this considered defending the country? No, this is internal strife. This is fighting among nests. This has been going on since ancient times.

, many people like to do this and never tire of it.

In the latter half of the night, Wu Sheng passed by a village in the mountains. The entire village was dead silent, and the sky was filled with a gray-black atmosphere.

lifeless,

Wu Sheng came to this village built on the mountain,

After walking a few steps, Wu Sheng saw a corpse on the street. The woman was lying there with no clothes on. Her stomach had been cut open and her internal organs were left outside. Her eyes were still open, looking at the sky, with despair still in her eyes.

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Wu Sheng walked up to him, found a nearby rag to cover her, and then recited scriptures in a low voice next to her. After several times, he reached out and gently closed her eyes that were still open.

"Amitabha, benefactor, have a safe journey."

Wu Sheng got up and walked a few more steps. He saw a child at the corner of the alley, six or seven years old, lying next to the wall with a pool of dried blood under his body. He was also dead. There were still several bodies lying in the alley. The stone wall

There were blood stains and bloody fingerprints on his body, and he was struggling and trying to escape.

Wu Sheng took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly.

He walked in the town, chanting sutras as he walked, and saw dead people everywhere, lying on the ground, at the door of his house and in the yard.

This town was looted, looted inhumanely, and turned into a miserable situation on earth.

Woo woo woo,

Is it crying, or is there a living person?

Wu Sheng stepped on the blood, stepped over the corpse, and found the source of the cry.

It came from a courtyard, the wooden door was half open, and there were blood stains on the door.

The one crying was a woman, half-naked, with disheveled hair, and a hoarse voice. She was holding two children in her arms, one was four or five years old, and the other was still in his infancy and had no breath. On the ground not far away, two children were lying upside down.

One person, a soldier, had a machete on his head and split his head open. A man wearing coarse cloth, his body was covered in blood and flesh, and he didn't know how many times he had been chopped.

She didn't know how long she had been crying, and she could hardly make a sound.

In her eyes, there was no sadness or despair, just numbness and emptiness.

Looking in front of me, senseless exhaustion and helplessness hit my face like a tidal wave.

Who will save them?

Where is the Buddha?

Where is Lingshan?

What can I do here?

It can only save the souls of the dead, but it cannot resolve the grief of the living.

Looking around confused,

A gust of wind blew up,

"Do you want to avenge them?" A voice floated into the yard.

The crying woman's body trembled slightly and she slowly raised her head.

On the courtyard wall, there was an extra person at some point, wearing a black robe and covering his head.

"Don't you want to avenge your children and your husband? Look how old they are. They must have been cute when they were alive, right?" The voice of the man under the black robe was gentle and terrifying.

"You should also let those people taste the taste of despair and death, see the terror on their faces, listen to their screams, and cut off their heads and dig out their hearts amidst the sounds of begging for mercy."

Sparks lit up in the woman's empty eyes, the fire of revenge. As long as there was a chance, it would turn into a prairie fire.

This is far more terrifying than the power that bursts out from a drowning person when he sees a life-saving straw.

Wu Sheng wanted to stop him, but didn't know how to speak.

Advise her to refrain from mourning and accept change, and to give up hatred?

He really couldn't say this.

This is a disaster!

If you don’t speak, then take action.

Without any warning, Wu Sheng slapped the black robe several feet away with his palm. The black robe spread out and turned into black air, then regrouped and stood beside the woman.

"You can't get revenge by crying, but you can do it with a knife."

There was a knife in his hand, a bloody knife, more than three feet long.

The man in black robe handed the knife to the woman's side. The woman hesitated for a moment, and then took the knife. A stream of blood rose from the handle of the knife and passed along the woman's arm and into her body.

At the same time, the palm of the Buddha came to me.

The man in black robe held out a piece of black air with one hand, like a big umbrella blocking the lifeless Buddha's palm.

The black air is turbulent, like countless snakes swimming around, covering the Buddha's light, like dark clouds covering the sun.

On the side of the black energy, the woman's whole body was wrapped in strange blood energy. The blood flowed from her arm along the handle into the bloody knife. Her body was constantly shriveling, but she held on to the knife tightly.

If he didn't let go, she would be washed into a mummy in a matter of seconds, but the knife in her hand was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.

A head suddenly appeared in the black energy, and then a person came out. The black energy transformed, holding a knife in one hand, and slashed towards Wu Sheng.

Take a step back and take action,

The black air dispersed,

The man in black robe also closed his spell.

Wu Sheng saw the woman who had turned into a skeleton, kneeling there with the knife dripping blood.

"Buddhist, do you want to seduce her? It's too late." said the black robe.

"I want to save you now." Wu Sheng said coldly.

Om,

The Buddhist mantra moves,

The man in black robe trembled,

With a wave of his hand, seven white lights flew out from his hand,

No life disappears,

Well,

The gray-black lifeless air that shrouded the mountain village swayed, like a pool of stagnant water being stirred up.

"Buddhist mantra?!"

The voice in black robe was surprised.

Woolen cloth,

The surrounding trees rustled, the earth in the mountain village shook, a wave of air rose into the sky, and a large hole was opened by the gray-black death air, as if an invisible giant sword had cut through it.

With one move from the black robe, black energy enveloped the woman who was holding the knife and had turned into a mummy, and she wanted to escape.

Hold the heaven and earth in your palm,

A palm without life,

The surging black air seemed to stop at this moment,

The Buddha's palm shining with golden light came in front of him,

Overwhelming,

The strongest palm,

The black mist was torn open, revealing the man's true body. His clothes were torn open, revealing a blue-black back. There was a strange tattoo on his back, covering his back. It was a seated statue with three heads and six arms, a red face and fangs.
To be continued...