The villain boss is not easy to mess with

Chapter 312 Little Master (39)

"Amitabha." Tan Kong sighed softly.

He doesn't kill, but these are dead people who are only controlled by evil spirits, so he doesn't have to worry about it.

The golden light swept out layer by layer, defeating those things, and then Tan Kong pulled out his staff, and the white figure shuttled back and forth neatly, and the densely packed dead bodies turned into countless gray smoke and rose into the air.

On the ground, apart from the overwhelmed grass and traces of being dragged, nothing else can be found.

Tan Kong looked at the empty space in front of him, put away his staff and sat cross-legged, and began to save these dead bodies.

The rancid smell gradually disappeared, and in front of Tang Qian's eyes, Tan Kong was leaning over to pick her up from the ground, and put away the towel.

"It's all right." Tan Kong said.

"I was just doing some boring research here, and the spells on their walls are very strange." Tang Qian transformed into a human form, pointing to the yellow paper written with cinnabar on the wall.

Tan Kong nodded.

He walked over and reached out to tear off one, and then looked at it carefully: "Just glanced at it just now, and found it a bit strange. Although the spells are mostly used by Taoism, the poor monk also understands a little bit. The content on them does not seem to be exorcising evil spirits, but has other functions."

Tang Qian had never seen those things before, so she was still a little puzzled. Just as she was about to ask, there was a sound from the door in front of her.

She hastened to become a cat again.

Tankong put her in front of him, then turned to the door of the house.

"Amitabha." When he spoke, the door opened a crack, and someone looked out from the inside.

They were not deaf to the big commotion just now, they all heard it, as if a monk really helped them get rid of those things.

"Benefactor, those dead bodies have been driven away by the poor monk." Tankong said.

The people in the room slowly opened the door, and two middle-aged people came out, a man and a woman.

They carefully looked at the monk in front of them.

He was a young boy, wearing a loose white monk's robe and a string of polished Buddhist beads. His facial features were engraved deeply, his eyebrows were thick and black, and there was a little red Buddha seal between his forehead.

Looks pure and honest.

"Have they really been driven away? Will they not appear again?" The middle-aged man poked his head out and asked cautiously.

Tankong hummed lightly.

His gaze fell on the man's face all the time, and the luster in his eyes shone slightly.

The middle-aged man saw that those things really disappeared, he was relieved immediately, cheered up, and said to Tan Kong: "Thank you, Master."

"No need." Tan Kong replied.

Afterwards, several nearby houses also opened their doors one after another, and everyone gathered around, enclosing Tan Kong in it.

"Master, those scary and disgusting things won't come back, you have to help us clean up."

"That's right, that's right, Master must not let them go."

"If we don't deal with it cleanly, we must be unlucky if we meet when we go out at night. Don't hurt us."

"..."

Everyone said something, and I said something, Tan Kong just listened silently, did not answer immediately, but after his eyes swept over the faces of the people closest to him, his eyebrows became more and more concentrated.

He had to interrupt the villagers: "I wonder if you can tell the poor monk what happened?"

Knowing the whole story, he can resolve the doubts in his heart.

The middle-aged man who had just spoken hurriedly invited him into the room: "Master, come in and talk, come in and talk."

Tankong took Tang Qian into the room and sat on the stool. The two-room room was filled with people in an instant.

(End of this chapter)