"Original An Town informs Wan Ling Yue of the Du Zhen Palace. The land of the only spirits left the society and the right Ji must not be alarmed. Clarify the direction inside and outside of the righteousness. Guard the altar. The Supreme Lord has ordered to hunt down the evil spirits, protect the Dharma, protect the king, guard, chant sutras, and convert to the great path.

"Henry Jung"

At the foot of Foshou Mountain, more than a dozen villagers stood in the distance and watched the young and outrageous gentleman taking strange steps and reciting a series of mantras.

In front of Lu Liang, a copper incense burner was placed on a temporary wooden altar. Three incense sticks were emitting wisps of green smoke in the burner. In front of the burner, there were also various sacrifices of fruits and meats.

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As Lu Liang said the last word, the villagers watching the excitement in the distance all widened their eyes, fearing that they might miss the young gentleman's magical skills.

With the end of the chant, Lu Liang's steps also stopped, and he stood quietly in front of the altar as if in trance, with his eyes closed tightly and no longer making a sound.

Many villagers were afraid of disturbing his spellcasting and did not dare to ask questions. They had to wait quietly in the distance. Occasionally, some people in the crowd whispered to each other.

Lu Liang stood in the same place for more than an hour, but the Foshou Mountain in front of him remained unchanged except for the occasional gust of mountain wind that blew up and rustled the trees all over the mountain.

Now the villagers waiting behind were a little anxious. The gentleman who had been invited just said that he would use magic to invite the mountain gods to come out to help subdue demons. Why, after reciting the spell and burning the incense to the end, there was nothing.

occur?

Finally, the old village chief plucked up the courage and prepared to step forward to ask if there was anything wrong with the method.

But just as he was about to step forward, he found that Lu Liang not far ahead had moved.

He reached out and took out something similar to a talisman from his trouser pocket, unfolded it, took a look at it, and began to mutter something again.

It turns out that the practice is not over yet.

Thinking this way, many villagers felt a little relieved.

But they didn't hear clearly. At this time, Lu Liang, who was in front of the altar, was muttering: "I recited the Antu Divine Mantra correctly, why is there no response? Or is there something wrong with the sacrifice? But

Where can you find pig, cow, sheep heads, rabbit heads, chicken legs, and wild boar meat in this remote mountain area? Can't you make ends meet? What should I do? I need to call the master and ask him, but the old man said that he is not allowed to use the phone in front of outsiders.

, I’m afraid of damaging the image of a master.”

After thinking about it, he still didn't know why the mountain god was not invited by the spell taught by the master. The young Taoist Lu Liang glanced at the mountain in front of him, then looked back at the expectant villagers behind him, calmed down and shouted to the people behind him

He said: "Don't worry, fellow villagers, the mountain god of Foshou Mountain is already on his way. Please be patient and wait for a moment. As soon as this mountain god arrives, no matter what evil spirits and evil spirits are there, he will be killed."

After saying that, he turned around again, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and held the piece of paper that copied the "Andi Divination Mantra and Related Precautions". With luck, he waved the note in his hand in the direction of Foshou Mountain.

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I saw the soft piece of paper leaving my hand, but it was spinning like a sharp flying knife and flying towards the distant mountain forest. In just an instant, it flew over a distance of tens of meters and disappeared into a dense bush.

traces.

The An Di Divine Mantra on his hand flew into the mountain. Lu Liang's eyes widened, and he moved his Dantian. He shouted loudly towards the Foshou Mountain in front of him: "Please come to the mountain, where is the mountain god? The evil spirits here are causing harm to the villagers. I hope the Foshou Mountain God will not be here."

You have neglected your duties and fell into a deep slumber. Wake up quickly and help me get rid of the demon!"

When the villagers behind heard the young gentleman's angry shouts, they couldn't help but feel agitated. Many people thought: It turns out that the mountain god fell asleep. No wonder he couldn't be invited after a long time. This young master is not young but he is very experienced.

Ah, even the mountain god dared to scold him, it’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

Just when the villagers were excited by Lu Liang's angry shout, they heard sounds suddenly coming from all directions in the mountain where the paper was buried!

"Fuck!"

Hearing this sound, all the villagers were shocked: Is the mountain god really awakened?

Lu Liang was also shocked: My spell really worked? But what to do if the mountain god is invited? The master has never taught him. And why does the mountain god curse people?

Fortunately, the "mountain god" didn't give him too much time to struggle. Almost at the same time as this angry curse came out, a square red object flew out from the woods where the piece of paper had just disappeared, heading towards

Not far from the foot of the mountain

Fly straight in the direction of the altar.

The next moment, Lu Liang, who was still standing by the altar table in a daze, thinking about how to deal with the mountain god, was hit in the head by the other party's return gift, and he fell straight to the spot.

The villagers in the rear were shocked. This was the magic weapon of the mountain god? Why was the gentleman who invited the demons released by the mountain god?

Some sharp-eyed people in the crowd shouted: "Why does that thing look like a brick?"

Just when everyone was at a loss, they saw a surge in the woods directly in front of the altar, and a young man with his upper body naked and his lower body wrapped in a pile of tattered cloths, with disheveled hair and stains all over his body, emerged from the woods.

And if you look carefully, you will find that there is a fresh blood mark on the man's right cheek, which looks like he was cut by some sharp weapon.

Cursing, the man pulled out of the weeds and vines. He turned around and groped in the grass behind him, and then he saw a skinny human hand pulled out. Then, a man covered in blood and not knowing whether he was alive or dead was pulled out.

Dragged out of the woods.

"It's two people who ran out of the mountains!"

One of the villagers who reacted quickly was the first to shout. Then, everyone suddenly realized that they no longer cared about being afraid and hurried forward to check on the two people who had escaped from the mountain.

They all hoped that these were two of the three hunters who had disappeared in the village.

As everyone got closer, they could gradually see the faces of the two people in front of them, and immediately there were two more exclamations from the crowd.

There was a woman's crying voice: "Li Chonghai, you are a murderer of a thousand cuts, you can't die!"

Another voice came from the old village chief: "It's you... why didn't you listen to my advice and went into the mountains anyway!"

This ragged man who ran out of Foshou Mountain with someone was none other than Han Zhen.

About an hour ago, Han Zhen, who had eaten a full meal on a fruit tree halfway up the mountain, jumped down from the tree. The next moment, his calf was grabbed by a dry arm stretched out from the grass beside the tree.

In shock, Han Zhen subconsciously kicked the arm holding him, but just as his kick was about to land, he keenly heard a slight "Help me" coming from under the grass.

The sound of these two words was as thin as the sound of mosquitoes. If Han Zhen hadn't opened his ear consciousness, his hearing was far beyond that of ordinary people and it would have been impossible to hear them.

Hearing the cry for help, Han Zhen quickly stopped the strength on his foot and pulled his other foot back to break free from the opponent's hand.

I squatted down and opened up a large clump of weeds and fallen leaves beside the tree, and then I discovered that there was a large living person buried under the fruit tree.

However, when Han Zhen pulled this man out of the haystack, he found that he had fainted. It is estimated that the struggle to grab Han Zhen's calf and call for help were done out of confusion and relying on the instinct of survival.

After checking the man's body, he found numerous scars from swords and swords on his body, and the most serious one was a penetrating wound on his chest. I don't know how much blood flowed out of it, but I don't know if it was his luck.

Well, the large amount of fallen weeds and leaves covering his body actually played a role in stopping the bleeding. Otherwise, he might have died of excessive blood loss long ago.

Seeing the miserable condition of this man, Han Zhen decisively tore off his shirt and simply bandaged his wounds.

Then he put him on his back and prepared to go back down the mountain to the village. But just as he put the person on his back and stood up to walk down the mountain, he found that the mountain fog around him suddenly became several times thicker.

At first, I could only see clearly in the distance, but suddenly I couldn't even see anything beyond an arm's length.

In this thick fog-filled mountain forest, Han Zhen stood quietly on the spot with an unconscious man on his back.

His ears twitched slightly, and the sound of footsteps approaching him quickly, whether it was someone or something, became clearly audible.

A sound broke through the air on the left side. Han Zhen turned sideways and dodged backwards. A rusty sword cut through the thick fog and landed where he was standing just now.

With one hand, he fixed the person on his back, and with the other hand, he raised his palm and struck towards where the person holding the knife was standing.

The next moment, a muffled sound was heard, and the knife-wielding attacker was shot two meters away and broke a tree as thick as a bowl.

The moment his palms intersected with the opponent's chest, Han Zhen and the attack

The distance between the two was also greatly shortened. Through the mountain fog, he saw the other person's haggard and inhuman face, as well as the scarlet eyes in the eye sockets.

The attacker was knocked away by a palm and disappeared into the thick fog again. Han Zhen, who had lost his target, still stood there and listened.

Where this alien thing landed, the sound of him getting up from the ground was actually heard. You must know that Han Zhen's Vajra Palm slapped the monster's chest firmly. He could even lift it from his hand.

I could feel on my palm that the opponent's ribs had been broken several times.

But as if its movements were unaffected, the monster got up from the ground in an instant, and swung its sword again to strike at the place where Han Zhen was standing.

He dodged another sword attack, kicked it several meters away with a sweeping kick, but as soon as this weird thing landed on the ground, it immediately got up and attacked again.

Can't he be beaten to death? Han Zhen frowned.

Han Zhen really wanted to cut this thing into pieces to see if he was dead, but there was a wounded person behind him who might die at any time.

After thinking about it, Han Zhen felt that it was more important to save people, so he hit the attacker for the third time and flew several meters away. Han Zhen no longer hesitated and ran down the mountain.

If it were anyone else, it would be difficult to find the way down the mountain in such dense mountain fog. However, Han Zhen, who has been practicing Buddhist techniques since childhood, has stronger six senses than ordinary people, and his sense of direction is particularly strong.

Relying on the memory of where he came from and his extraordinary sense of direction, Han Zhen retreated towards the foot of the mountain while avoiding the monster's attack.

And just as he was fighting and retreating, the sound of three fast approaching footsteps came from three other directions.

These three steps were obviously faster than ordinary people, and their speed was very close to that of the monster that had been pestering Han Zhen.

There is more than one thing.

Han Zhen was shocked, but he was carrying an unconscious man on his back and his sight was blocked, making it difficult to run fast. Soon he was surrounded by four monsters.

Of the three people who attacked again, two held swords, and the other held up a two-meter-long spear with both hands.

The four people surrounded Han Zhen from four directions and launched attacks again and again without fear of death.

As the attackers were beaten backwards again and again, Han Zhen was also cut several times by the swords in the hands of the three people. On the contrary, the one holding the spear in both hands was too heavy and used another weapon in the woods.

If it is not opened, it will not pose any threat to Han Zhen.

"Brother, don't blame me. If I don't throw you away, I'm afraid we both have to answer here."

After speaking to the unconscious man on his back, Han Zhen prepared to find a stable place to drop him off, and then come to him after he figured out a way to deal with these monsters.
To be continued...