You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 51 Plenty of Time

Zuo Chen adjusted his internal breath and suppressed the karmic fire.

Then he looked at the evil Buddha in front of him again.

Buddha statues are supposed to be compassionate and merciful, especially statues of good people like monks. This is definitely true.

But the cracked Buddha is different.

Cracks in Buddha statues usually serve to ward off disasters; once broken, the original meritorious object will turn into an evil object.

Moreover, the higher the merits of the Buddha statue before, the more evil it will become afterwards.

Monks with such merit can almost all become golden bodies, and their Buddha statues can shine thousands of miles away without any need for gilding, especially since he only has this one statue.

How high his merits are, how high the merits reflected in his Buddha statue will be.

After such a Buddha statue was cracked, someone poured blood and flesh into it to nourish evil things. The evil energy contained in it is beyond the reach of ordinary objects.

"Monk, who are these people?" Zuo Chen asked first.

The monk shed tears:
"These are all the villagers here at that time. There was not enough food at that time, and they were weak. Some starved to death, and some died of illness. I dug pits one by one and buried them. I buried them in the backyard.

"But they died of starvation, which is pitiful enough. Being able to rest in peace and return to their hometown is the last mercy that God can give them. Who put them in the Buddha statue and tortured them like this?"

As if hearing the monk's words, a middle-aged man among the ghosts that were crushed beyond recognition seemed to have regained consciousness temporarily, and said in a sad voice:

"It was the traveling merchant from before. After the villagers left, they found that we had turned into ghosts. Under the protection of your Buddha statue, Master Chef, they did not feel hungry, so they all stayed here and prayed for you every day, hoping that you could survive to Qingzhou, live a stable life, and have enough rice to eat every day.

"But within two days, the peddler came and said that we were ruining his good deeds. He set up an altar outside, made a bear out of straw, and then burned it. The next day, he split the Buddha statue in half with his palm, crushed our legs, and stuffed them inside."

At this point, the middle-aged man cried even harder.

"Master, we are in so much pain. Please be kind and burn us all to death if you really can't help it. Let us be free.

"We can't ask for an afterlife. If God doesn't want us to live, then we won't live. But we only ask that you can give us peace.

"Kill us again!"

The monk knelt down and cried bitterly, two lines of golden tears flowed down his face, his figure flickered faintly, and his Buddha's heart had been shocked.

After hearing these words, Zuo Chen, who was standing beside him, finally understood the whole story.

I'm afraid that the traveling merchant had already planned to raise an evil Buddha when he first came to this village.

It's good to erect a Buddha statue, and it's also good for monks to help people, but after the famine, the monks left here, and only a Buddha statue was left here. This place became the best place to continue to raise evil Buddhas.

But if the monk were alive, this wooden Buddha would shine with golden light. Anyone who dared to destroy it would immediately suffer backlash, and one hundred and eighty years of his life would be deducted, and future generations would also be plagued by disasters.

Then just let the monk die.

Originally, I wanted to let the people at the border of Qingzhou kill him, but the monk's blessings were too deep, so he could not be killed, and even his arrows could not hit him.

Then let’s do some ritual and let the bear eat him!
Once the monk dies, the Buddha statue will no longer have any protection and can be torn into two pieces with a single slap. Then the souls serving beside the statue will be used as nourishment to stuff it back into the statue, creating an extremely evil and wicked creature!

Even if it was a soul-nourishing flag made by a serious ghost cultivator, it probably wouldn’t be so evil!
Zuo Chen paced in the hall, thinking about how to solve the problem in front of him.

He walked back twice, his eyes fell on the Buddha statue, and suddenly some thoughts came to his mind.

Maybe there is a way to set these souls free.

Moreover, it is possible to clear the wild Qi in a nearby area.

"Monk..."

Just as Zuo Chen was about to speak to the monk, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the gate of the compound.

Amidst the dark clouds, a murderer holding a knife came up from the slope outside. Chang Henjiang came to the temple gate and looked inside. He saw a girl, a Taoist priest, and a thin young man. He knew that he had finally found the right person and laughed:
"Finally I found you two. I didn't expect that the man who killed Xuan Mi would come to Xuzhou to die. It made me run back and forth for the past half month!"

Caiyi at the door stared at him and blinked:
"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Chang Henjiang sneered, "I am a ghostwriter under King Kang. Chang Henjiang! When you guys go to the underworld and meet the King of Hell, don't forget to tell us your names!"

After saying this, he rushed forward with a knife in hand, full of murderous and fierce aura.

After taking two more steps, he suddenly saw the ghost Buddha behind Zuo Chen in the distance, and raised his eyebrows:
"The ghost Buddha raised by the accountant? You want his treasure? Haha, Taoist priest, it seems that you have dirty hands too! You are a man under the command of the King Shou, and you come to our Xuzhou to take the treasure?"

"Accountant?" Zuo Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the knife-wielding murderer behind him. "Did your subordinates under King Kang make this ghost Buddha?"

Chang Henjiang snorted coldly:
"Why do we need to report to you when we are doing business in Prince Kang's Mansion?"

Chang Henjiang took three steps forward and planned to kill someone. The person closest to him now was the little girl. Her skin was tender and could be plucked off to make leather!

But before he raised his knife, he suddenly met Zuo Chen's eyes.

The moment he saw Zuo Chen's eyes, Chang Henjiang felt that the world around him was closer to him.

The dark clouds in the sky were approaching him, the earth was pressing down on him, Chang Henjiang's heart and liver were trembling, and an irresistible feeling grew from the bottom of his heart.

What the hell is this?!

Chang Henjiang had killed so many people that he had developed a pair of unique eyes and knew who could be killed and who could not be killed.

Before entering the yard, he thought the Taoist was someone who could kill. After entering the yard, he found out that he was extremely wrong!
Not to mention killing him, he doesn't even have the capital to fight back!

Chang Henjiang froze there. He turned around and wanted to run, but found that his legs were no longer under his control. He could neither move nor run.

"There's a disaster in Xuzhou and so many people have died, yet your subordinates, King Kang, are still killing people and supporting evil Buddhas. How arrogant!" Zuo Chen snorted coldly, his Taoist robe fluttering without wind.

Chang Henjiang wanted to speak, but suddenly found that his hair stood up for some reason.

He looked up and saw dark clouds swirling above his head.

There was pure white thunder flashing inside!

"Crack!"

A sudden bolt of lightning struck, leaving a mark in the clear sky.

Chang Henjiang only felt that a pillar of lightning penetrated his body from top to bottom, washing his bones, internal organs and skin from the inside out.

When the thunder stopped, his whole body was charred black. He opened his mouth, but couldn't even scream. He could only spit out a puff of black smoke.

Then he staggered, and fell to the ground with a thump.

He felt like he was going to die, but suddenly he felt as if someone had stepped on his chest.

When he looked up, he saw the Taoist priest looking down at him.

Zuo Chen's face was gloomy. He lowered his eyes and stared at the half-dead Chang Henjiang, using a little bit of Qi to keep him alive and prevent him from dying.

"The last time I encountered a monster, he died after crushing a walnut. I didn't have time to ask him any questions, but I didn't expect another one to come.

"Don't be in such a hurry to die. I have a lot of questions to ask you, and we have plenty of time."

Chang Henjiang's eyes were filled with despair.

Grandpas, please read on. As long as I read the latest chapter for a while, it will be considered as follow-up reading. I have read this much during the new book period. I hope you will help me! I kowtow to you grandpas!

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