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"Sure enough..." Monk Budu twisted the white bone beads on his wrist unexpectedly. He sighed lowly and looked at Qiu Bodeng, "This is not the miasma of the Great Wilderness." Therefore, he had to rush in early in the morning. , ask Qiu Bodeng to come and see in person... In fact, the person he wants to invite is not Qiu Bodeng, but Shi Wuluo.
Qiu Bodeng nodded, his expression calm.
"It's not the miasma of the Great Wilderness, what is that?" Lu Jing suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked.
Qiu Bodeng didn't say anything, just turned his head to look at Shi Wuluo next to him.
Shi Wu Luo stared at the altar, slowly raised his empty left hand, and suddenly stopped. The same black air flowed from his fingertips and sleeves, and the cold air condensed between his fingers, as sharp as a blade.
The sky is cloudy.
Lu Jing's face changed slightly.
"Go."
Qiu Bodeng took the oil-paper umbrella in Shi Wuluo's hand and said softly.
Shi Wu Luo Xue's sleeves fluttered and fell to the center of the altar.
As soon as he fell, countless black qi in the burrow rushed in like they had found their source... At that moment, the pale faces of countless women appeared in the black qi, either young, old, beautiful, or ugly. They are all the souls who died in the pool of blood. For some reason, these dead souls did not belong to the desolate miasma, but stopped here.
The dead souls made a light smoke, and they continuously gathered into Shi Wuluo's sleeves.
In the thousands of dark atmospheres, Shi Wuluo's bloody clothes were bright red.
Like new blood flowing.
"This, this is..."
Lu Jing's voice was dry.
Qiu Bodeng stood in the wind and snow, lowered his eyes, and stared at Shi Wuluo who was absorbing the black energy. His hand was whiter than the handle of the jade cypress umbrella he was holding, and his fingertips were brightly illuminated by the sky. A picture of a natural beauty taking pictures of mountains and rivers. However, where his eyes fell, it was Senluo Hell.
"Amitabha."
The monk Budu folded his palms together and recited lightly.
——The influence of the Heavenly Dao Fallen Demon was displayed in front of them without any cover.
One was concentrating, the two were silent.
After about half a stick of incense, there was no more black energy rising from the altar.
The soul is gone.
Shi Wu Luo's face showed a morbid pallor.
He came up from the burrow, his eyes were dark, and the bloody clothes flowed, and the hem of the clothes swept across the snow, leaving a dirty blood trail. Snowflakes freeze, the ground cracks.
Monk Budu and Lu Jing were forced by the terrifying aura leaking from him, and they couldn't help but retreat.
In the stone pavilion just now, seeing Shi Wuluo is the same as before, quietly pouring wine and baking the fire for the Qiu Bo lamp, they can't help but have a delusion... The mistaken thought that everything has not changed, except for the appearance of Shi Wuluo, a little bit different from before The difference is still the chief witch of the Wu clan who accompanies Qiu Bodeng.
But at this moment, they finally knew that they were wrong.
——The oncoming person is not the way of heaven, but a sea of corpses and a sea of blood and evil spirits haunted by grievances.
Dirty blood.
Monk Budu held the white bone beads on his wrist, and Lu Jing also subconsciously touched the knife at his waist.
Qiu Bodeng moved forward.
The evil spirit raised his hand and stretched his pale fingers towards Qiu Bodeng.
"The benefactor."
The monk Budu couldn't help shouting behind him.
Qiu Bodeng didn't look back, his black cloak flicked, revealing a red-clothed plain wrist.
He tilted the paper umbrella slightly.
Cover the wind and snow for evil spirits.
Chapter 132 Boiling Snow Plum Blossom Porridge
Snow accumulates on the umbrella.
The black eyes were condensed, the fog on the blood coat gradually subsided, and the evil ghost turned back to a taciturn young man, except for the unknown color of the clothes, there was nothing unusual. When he stretched out his hand and took the umbrella from Qiu Bodeng's hand, he suddenly put it away as a small puppet and fell from the sky. Qiu Bodeng caught the Ruomu spirit puppet and tucked it into his sleeves.
The paper umbrella fell into the snow.
Turned half a circle.
"Let's go."
Qiu Bodeng turned around.
Monk Budu frowned, still looking at the altar. Lu Jing couldn't help it, and asked aloud, "This is...?"
"He fell into a demon, but he was fine in the Great Wilderness. When he returned to the human world, the heaven and earth were influenced by him, and the dead souls were detained in the human world, not entering the deserted miasma." Qiu Bodeng said, "However, it can still be controlled now."
"The poor monk has been walking in the city for the past few years and found that in some small cities, the number of ghosts and evil spirits is much higher than that of 12 years ago." Monk Budu retracted his gaze, "I guessed that it was the influence of attracting demons. Now, it seems that it has something to do with him falling into a demon?"
"Looks like it is."
"Then how is he doing now?" Monk Budu asked.
"Consciousness is not stable enough. It takes a few days to suppress the evil thoughts of this blood pool, otherwise it may get out of control," Qiu Bodeng touched the puppet lightly between his sleeves, confirming that it was still there, and lost a trace of God Knowing the spirit puppet, he looked at Lu Jing again, "Is there a Qionghua mirror in your medicine valley?"
"My second brother took it with me last time when I went to remove the filth in the water. He is not far from Xizhou now. I sent a message to ask him to bring it here immediately." Lu Jing said immediately.
Monk Budu pointed to the white bone beads on his wrist: "Does this work?"
"I don't need it now." Qiu Bodeng thought for a while, then shook his head, "Bone beads are Buddhist beads after all, and they are more compatible with demons and ghosts... Budu, you're staying in Meicheng for a while, you really need me to be with you. you say."
"Okay." Monk Budu agreed neatly, and then stretched out a long, lazy waist, "I just took a break from my bones, I ran around all day, and I almost rubbed the soles of my feet... By the way, Lu Shi One, do you want to give me an account? Last month, the rattan shoes broke seven pairs, so give the poor monk a hundred taels of silver?"
"Let's go," Lu Jing said angrily, "Seven pairs of rattan shoes and one hundred taels of silver, you really dare to speak."