dead child, ghost carrying coffin

While Hua Jiu was struggling to make a move, the little monk Wuxin was not idle:

I saw him soaring into the air, just sitting cross-legged in the air.

There was no more nervousness and shyness on his face, but a solemn look on his face.

"Namo Amitabha."

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep prajna paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships."

"Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, perception, perception, action, consciousness, and so on."

"Sariputra, the emptiness of all dharmas is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing."

"That's why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless body, thought, taste, and touch..."

Following the unintentional chanting, swastika-shaped imprints appeared out of thin air, forming a large net, and falling head-on towards the ghost mother and evil god.

(Swastika reads wàn, which means: it is an auspicious sign passed down by Buddhism, which comes from Sanskrit, meaning the collection of auspicious virtues.)

At the same time, Master Kongchan of Jinguang Temple and Master Numu of Wutai Mountain also came together.

Seeing Wuxin now, the two eminent monks were surprised.

Then they looked at each other, sat cross-legged together, and recited the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" with the little monk Wuxin.

The sound of Sanskrit in the entire Cypress Mountain is like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening;

The black mist that was originally surrounded was dispelled by the scriptures.

The various creatures that died in vain no longer struggled and howled, but led into the ground with peaceful expressions.

Seeing this, the ghost mother and evil god immediately lost her temper.

"Unbelievable!"

"Death, death, you are all going to die!!!"

"My ancestor ghost mother, who gave birth to the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, influenced all things, jumped out of the three realms, and was not among the five elements."

"All punishments do not touch the body, all dharmas do not touch the body. There is no yin and yang, no cause and effect."

"If the mother god comes in person, break!"

With the completion of the spell, the swastika net composed of scriptures seems to have lost its target, and it actually stops in the air and does not fall.

Only the mahogany short sword continued to slash with the sound of wind and thunder.

The ghost mother evil spirit didn't panic, she put her hand into her stomach with a smirk, and grabbed a handful of squirming flesh and blood.

"Quack quack, the secret technique of the celestial master is good, but you are still a little tender!"

After finishing speaking, the flesh and blood in his hand turned into a scarlet bag, covering the mahogany dagger with a stench.

In the blink of an eye, two black body locks fell from the sky.

Like two giant leather whips, they shattered the bag made of flesh and blood with a snap.

Then six yellow scarf wrestlers came through the air carrying the ghost sedan chair.

The human skin lantern was hung high, and the pale light emitted by it shone on the ghost mother evil spirit, making a scorching sound.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, shameless stinky bastard, who did you just say was a little tender?"

Sensing the unique energy of Grandma Mai, the ghost mother evil spirit showed a cautious expression.

"Ancient witch wish?!! Half-step ghost fairy?!!"

"This is impossible!"

"From ancient times to the present, there has never been such a thing as a witch turning into a ghost!"

Grandma Mai is so "bad", how can she explain it to the enemy.

Think about it yourself, why not scare you to death!

So Jie Jie smiled strangely, ignoring the ghost mother and evil god, but murmured in her heart:

Chang family's little eighth line, the last come first, actually run faster than my grandma and I...

The ghost mother's "blood stain" technique was broken, and the mahogany dagger was no longer hindered.

With a crash, a deep gash was drawn on her stomach.

While the stench was surging, Huang Zuo, the Patriarch of the Huang family, also rolled down.

"Home!"

Huang Zuo's wife, who had been paying attention to the battle situation, rushed out, picked up Huang Zuo and ran back.

It may be that the couple has too much hatred:

The ghost mother and evil spirits still wrapped around her mahogany dagger and stepped towards them.

"Stinky yellow skin, go to hell!"

At the critical moment, the true "color" of a hero is revealed:

Our Chen Daji didn't hesitate anymore, he punched himself on the nose with a bang.

The big slingshot in his hand fired again and again.

"Oh, bald old women, you are too crazy!"

"I just gave birth to a child who is not separated from the house to raise it, but dares to go out and bully people!"

"I hit your big crotch!"

The Ghost Mother Evil God didn't take Chen Daji seriously.

This is like a strong warrior sitting in a tank, how can he avoid the small stones thrown by the urchin!

So the tragedy of this evil god that has existed for thousands of years:

The small stones hit by Chen Daji were like small bombs, which exploded after hitting the crotch of the evil god.

Immediately, the stench was suffocating, and the flesh and blood were bloody.

The Ghost Mother Evil God let out a miserable howl and fell to the ground on her back.

Chang Baye was stunned and muttered to himself:

"Oh shit, you are so vicious, little brat, your pants are all torn to shreds!"