my luck is on

Holding Xu Miao, Lu Yang gritted his teeth and said, "If you fight, you will only know if you succeed or fail."

With a wave of his hand, 32 spirit swords sprang out, surrounding the God of Plague, emitting colorful rays of light.

Looking at the spirit swords around him, the God of Plague looked at the sky with two empty eye sockets and grinned loudly, a stench of stench permeated with the smile.

"Why do you want to stop me? Even God has allowed me. What kind of hands are you bull-nosed Taoists!"

Many flies crawled out of the plague god's empty eye sockets, buzzing in the sky.

The original thick evil spirit turned into a monstrous evil spirit at this moment, and the dirty yellow sky was rendered bloody.

The veins in Lu Yang's arms were exposed, the spiritual power in his dantian poured out, and beads of sweat kept flowing.

"Go to hell, Ox-nosed Taoist priest!"

The God of Plague searched around, and finally found Lu Yang's figure, swarms of flies came out dazzlingly, and the Liangyi array only trapped the flies for a moment, and broke out at the next glance.

Suddenly, a scent of sandalwood blocked the fly's charge, but Lu Yang was still knocked out.

With such a collision, the two houses were knocked apart.

Lu Yang struggled to get up, touched his chest, and saw that the clothes on his body had become strips of cloth, and were gradually rotting and blackened.

"Don't get in the way!"

Seeing that Lu Yang was still alive, the god of plague roared out.

Lu Yang turned over and jumped up, pinched a formula in his hand, and a large cloud of fire rushed forward.

Flies may have become evil because of evil spirits, so they are not afraid of fire clouds and walk through the fire.

Lu Yang watched in surprise at the swarms of flies rushing towards him.

Just when Lu Yang was about to fight to the last moment, a golden light blocked all the flies.

There was a light and crisp sound of the iron ring, and the golden Zen stick landed impressively.

A young monk who was no more than half the height of his Zen staff, wearing a string of Buddhist beads, recited a sentence in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

"Why bother the benefactor to be entangled in the world, the law of nature recurs, good and evil are rewarded, the benefactor should let go of his obsession as soon as possible."

The little monk held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and every word and every sentence was as plain as water, purifying the madness of the plague god a lot.

The God of Plague stepped back a few steps in horror, as if he was afraid to face the monk opposite him.

The God of Plague is transformed from an ordinary person, blessed by fate, without any way of Taoism, and releases fierce and evil spirits instinctively.

Looking at the little monk, the plague god's face was mixed with anger and panic.

Throughout the city, hundreds of people died in his hands, and even some Taoist priests who pretended to be ghosts were killed by the God of Plague several times.

But the humble monk in front of him made the God of Plague feel like an enemy.

Seeing that the God of Plague's gaze had become much calmer, Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and held Xu Miao in his hand in front of his chest.

The monk said kindly: "Fellow Daoist, can you remove the formation first, otherwise, the monk will not be able to transcend."

Lu Yang took back the Liangyi Formation, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, master, for saving me. If it wasn't for the master's action, this junior might have died long ago."

A blush appeared on the little monk's face, and he said, "My fellow Taoist speaks too seriously, but this little monk can't bear the name of a great master."

Seeing the little monk's attention diverted, the God of Plague let out a roar and rushed forward.

The little monk felt gusts of dark wind coming towards him, and the Buddhist beads in his hand emitted a solemn golden light, which frightened the figure of the God of Plague.

The void in Lu Yang's hand had already been protected on his chest, and he realized that the God of Plague could not move, so he was about to cut it off with a sword dance.

"slow!"

With a loud roar, Lu Yang could not help but stop his movements.

The little monk held Lu Yang's wrist in a friendly manner, and said, "Fellow Daoist, killing cannot solve the disaster."

Lu Yang nodded, and silently put Xu Miao back into the scabbard.

The little monk walked slowly in front of the God of Plague, the golden light of the Buddha beads in his hands was still bright, but it brought bursts of warmth and softness.

"Amitabha, let the little monk come to transform the benefactor."

The little monk was not afraid of the poisonous fog at all, and put his short palm on the plague god's head. The densely packed maggots wriggled in his hands, but the little monk ignored it completely.

Looking at the little monk's face, the plague god's turbid tears flowed down from his eye sockets.

The little monk recited scriptures in a low voice, and the evil and fierce aura on the God of Plague was gradually purified.

Lu Yang looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, he was able to transform the plague god, this little monk must have a background.

At this time, the little monk clasped his hands together and saluted, "The almsgiver has any memories of this world?"

After shedding the rotting body, in front of the little monk was a woman with a delicate face.

She knelt down to the little monk and said, "Master, thank you for your transformation. That day my meridians were severed and I was thrown into a mass grave. No one came to extradite me until I died, so I... I... ..."

"Amitabha……"

The little monk recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, with solemn eyes, and said: "Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. There will be catastrophes in this city, and it will also be reincarnated by heaven. Don't need to take it to heart. Only when you don't think about it can you receive the Buddha's light." baptism."

Tears streamed down the woman's face, she was too ashamed to raise her head, and said, "I...I killed so many people, and when I got there, I felt ashamed of my elders in my hometown."

"Don't be ashamed."

Lu Yang leaned against the beam and said, "They didn't come to save you. You didn't even invite a monk after you died. What are you ashamed of?"

Hearing this, the little monk's face showed a little astonishment, and he hesitated to speak.

The woman showed an expression of enlightenment, and respectfully said to Lu Yang: "Thank you benefactor for your suggestion..."

After speaking, the woman's figure faded and dissipated into the air.

Lu Yang patted the little monk on the shoulder and said, "Everyone has different ideas and ideas, and there is no right or wrong, no right or wrong."

The little monk was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said: "What the fellow Taoist sees is incisive, and the little monk has learned the lesson."

After a while, the monk came to the mouth of a well.

The mouth of the well, which had been sealed off for a long time, was filled with stench.

The little monk pushed away the heavy iron cover, and the yellow-green poisonous mist shot out into the sky.

"Hey……"

The little monk let out a long sigh, and the Buddha beads emitted a light of contemplation, completely purifying the poisonous mist.

Lu Yang walked aside curiously, looked down, and saw a floating corpse floating in the well.

The little monk was completely unafraid of corpse water and resentment, and fell into the well with a "poof".

Standing next to the corpse, the little monk said with emotion: "Soaking in cold water is hard for the benefactor. This little monk will help the benefactor get out of trouble."

Taking off his cassock and wrapping it around the corpse, the little monk jumped out of the well with his own strength.

Looking at the little monk's waist badge, Lu Yang was startled.

"Zenko Temple"

Does it mean that the little monk mentioned in the signature is this little monk?

With the continuous sound of scriptures, the poisonous fog in the entire city was completely purified.

Bursts of golden light reflected on the little monk's cassock, and the corners of the mouth of the corpse in the cassock curled up, dirty yellow tears dripped down the cheekbones, and shattered into powder in front of the two of them.

Shaking the cassock, the little monk put it back on his upper body without fear of dirt.

"Clap clap clap..."

At this moment, a burst of loud and clear applause came from under the shade of the tree.