Chapter 596

Gyatso walked to the basement of Lin Cheng-ying's memorial hall. It was a little too big to call it a basement. It was more like an underground dojo. It was about the size of a basketball court.

There were bottles and jars placed on the walls. At that moment, due to the blood moon, the surrounding atmosphere had become very strange. The things that were originally suppressed in the bottles and jars also began to become restless.

One of the red clay jars was particularly eye-catching. Not only was there a circle of light flickering inside, but the entire jar also began to shake. It kept shaking as if it could not wait to rush out.

Gyatso's eyes focused, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"As expected of the Daoists of the Central Plains. They pay attention to leaving a way out in everything they do. These evil creatures that are obviously entangled with karma and sin can't bear to destroy them. Instead, they seal them here to hone their ferocious nature and then reincarnate.

Why bother?

If everyone did this, wouldn't all the exorcists in the world be exhausted to death?! "

Gyatso came from the Tibetan Tantric Sect, and the style of the Tantric Sect was characterized by unscrupulous means to achieve their goals. They only cared about the results and did not like to care about the details. Therefore, the Tantric Sect often gave people a mysterious and terrifying impression.

In the face of these restless things under the blood moon, Gyatso's response was very simple.

That was..,

Kill!

Gyatso walked directly in front of the red jar and raised it with one hand. Then, he closed his eyes and silently chanted an incantation. A weak golden light bloomed from Gyatso's body. The golden light entered the red jar, and the things in the jar began to struggle crazily. They kept hitting the jar. However, the golden light that was originally on Gyatso's body had been transferred to the jar, and it had the best suppression effect.

A bloody mark appeared between Gyatso's brows. A bloody light shot out from between his brows and directly entered the jar.

An ear-piercing scream came from the empty basement. In the end, everything returned to silence. The red jar cracked open, and pus began to overflow with a foul stench.

However, Gyatso did not care at all. Behind the temple where he cultivated, there was a place that was comparable to purgatory on earth. His heart had long been as hard as iron.

The fate of this demon directly shocked everything else here. The surroundings suddenly quieted down, as if all the things that were sealed and suppressed were instantly frightened like cicadas in winter.

Evil things needed evil people to deal with!

Gyatso stood there like a fierce god. None of the demons dared to be presumptuous.

Just as Gyatso felt that it was enough and was about to leave and return to Lin Cheng-ying, a weasel appeared at the stairs leading to the basement. It looked at Gyatso with an aggrieved and fearful gaze, like a timid wife who was afraid of being scolded for doing something wrong.

There was another one here?

Gyatso walked over, and the weasel retreated wretchedly to the side of the stairs.

However, just as Gyatso's foot stepped on the stairs, the stairs instantly changed, turning into a ferocious beast with its bloody mouth wide open.

Gyatso's gaze froze, and he shouted in a low voice,

"How dare you cast an illusion on me? How dare you, a grain of rice, compete with the bright moon!"

Everything around him began to change, but Gyatso continued to walk forward steadily. He walked up the stairs and into the huge mouth, moving forward with an indomitable will. An eminent monk of the Tantric Buddhism Sect should have such a strong tenacity!

Perhaps they were less tactful than the monks of the Central Plains, less erratic, and more unreasonable. However, to a certain extent, they were closer to the perseverance in their hearts.

Compared to the Qilü Monk, Gyatso did not think much about the ways of the world, but he was more devoted to Buddha.

The ferocious beast's mouth began to crack, and in the end, it completely dissipated. Everything around him quickly returned to its original state. The weasel was still the same weasel, but blood was flowing out of its eyes, and it looked very miserable.

"You overestimate yourself."

Gyatso reached out and lifted the weasel that was on the verge of death. What he wanted was the weasel's inner core, a weasel that had already gained spiritual intelligence and could even control illusions. Its inner core was a great tonic that was comparable to a hundred-year-old Ganoderma. With this thing, Lin Cheng-ying would at least have no problem prolonging his life after eating it.

However, Gyatso only felt that his hand suddenly became lighter, and the weasel's skin directly slipped off. It was so natural, so abrupt, and in his hand, he was holding a purple centipede. The centipede's mouth lifted up, and then it suddenly pierced into the back of Gyatso's hand.

"Hiss …"

Gyatso directly shook off the centipede, and his body staggered. He hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to expel the poison, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his vision began to become extremely blurred.

After Gyacuo sat cross-legged, the basement, which had already quietened down, once again began to clamor.

...

Outside the coffin home, an old beggar slowly walked in with a cane. The old beggar had a lame leg, and it was not very convenient for him to walk. Due to malnutrition, his face was a little sunken, and his whole body was almost as thin as a bag of bones.

"This old man is really hungry."

The old beggar sighed, then walked up the stairs, and gently knocked on the coffin home's vermilion door. He knocked a few times, but no one opened the door. Of course, no one would open the door.

The old beggar reached out to push the door, and it opened.

The door of the coffin home was originally not locked, because the people who locked the door before nightfall were all knocked out.

The old beggar poked his head inside, and since the door was open, he walked in.

He knew that this was the coffin home, but now he was really hungry and tired, so he wanted to find a place to sleep. If he could get some food, that would be the best. To him, life was one day at a time.

The old beggar walked into the kitchen first, where there was still dinner made by Kuan, but the master and disciples did not have the chance to enjoy it today. The old beggar directly pounced on the food and stuffed it into his mouth. He ate very quickly, and in the end, his stomach was full, and he let out a long sigh of relief, then sat on the ground.

It had been a long, long, long time since he had eaten so much.

The old beggar coughed, and after resting for a while, he decided to walk around the coffin home again. Since there was food to eat, he might be able to find something else, such as a good piece of clothing.

A person's desire would change according to the environment they were in. Now that the old beggar was full and food came too easily, he naturally wanted more.

After eating, he walked with more strength. Although he was on crutches, his speed was not slow.

The old beggar came to the door of the bedroom, reached out, and gently pushed the door open. He thought that the owner should be resting, but he still wanted to take a look.

Then, through the crack of the door, the old beggar saw four people tied to the pillars, and immediately showed a surprised expression. He instinctively wanted to leave and report to the county government office, or leave by himself, because this family was obviously robbed. But when the old beggar's eyes fell on Miss Chen, whose eyes and mouth were closed, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

As the saying goes, when one is full and warm, one thinks of lust, and the old beggar was no exception. He couldn't help swallowing, and then looked around. It seemed that the thieves should have robbed something and left, which was good for him.

The old beggar pushed the door open completely, and then walked in.

Miss Chen and Officer Chen were not knocked out, but their mouths were stuffed, and their hands and feet were tied. They could not shout or move. More importantly, the father and daughter were tied to the side of the door, while Ah Kuan and Ah Liang were facing the door. However, the two brothers were still in a state of being knocked out by Su Bai, so they were not awake yet.

The old beggar pushed the door open and tiptoed in. He saw another person lying on the bed, but it seemed that he was dying.

Since entering the door, the old beggar's eyes had been fixed on Miss Chen's figure, and his tongue kept licking his lips. He first approached the pillar, and then tore off two pieces of cloth from his ragged clothes.

Originally, when Officer Chen and Miss Chen heard the sound of the door opening, they thought that Su Bai and Gyatso had returned. The two of them were also hungry and tired, so they could not be bothered to struggle and remained in their original positions.

It was not until Officer Chen's eyes were suddenly blindfolded that Officer Chen felt that something was wrong and immediately began to struggle. However, Gyatso's binding technique was very good and firm. Officer Chen's struggle seemed to be meaningless.

Miss Chen was also frightened at this time, but before she could see clearly, a dirty black cloth covered her face, and then she felt that someone was kissing her with all his might through the cloth, and his hands were still moving up and down her body, pinching and grabbing with great force and excitement.

The old beggar was so excited. He didn't expect that he could enjoy such a beautiful girl's body one day. This was simply God's favor for him.

So fragrant.

So soft.

So comfortable.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

Just as the old beggar was getting carried away, a person panting heavily appeared outside the bedroom door. When he saw what was happening inside, he immediately cursed,

"F * ck, who do you think you are? You're actually learning from Yin Zhiping and XXOO Little Dragon Girl here!"