When the old monk said this, he was trembling slightly. Qin Mu was quite moved. As a monk, he should have seen a lot of things, so why is he so afraid?

What exactly is it?

When the old monk said this, he was stunned and breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "At that time, an incredibly beautiful coffin floated on the lake."

That's the corpse king! For some reason, when he mentioned the corpse king, Qin Mu's first reaction was that the corpse king had a slippery skin on his body. He didn't know if the corpse king who was using the method of escape from the golden cicada to escape, had he found a new skin? Ah, what was he thinking about?

Uncle Master said that when he saw the coffin, he seemed to be unable to move his feet. The aura emitted from the coffin was so terrifying, as if it had swept across his body in an instant. This feeling made him tremble all over.

In just a moment, he overcame this feeling because he saw the man walking in front, the water from the lake had already penetrated into his waist!

In order to save the person, the uncle didn't care about being afraid. He shook his emotions away. He rushed towards the person, dragging the corner of the other party's clothes tightly, preventing the other party from moving forward.

Uncle Master said that it was just a little girl with thin arms and legs. He grabbed the girl's skirt and wanted to pull her back to the shore, but the girl's strength was amazing!

No matter how much effort he put in, the little girl remained motionless and could even take him into the lake with her.

Uncle Master stood on the shore, pushing this and stopping that, and using all his strength, he could only watch those people walking into the lake like dumplings, without any means.

He said that when he felt that he was small in this life, the Buddha said that he could save all sentient beings, but he could not save anyone, and no one could save him.

There was only the crying child on the shore.

Because the child's heart is so pure, the child is also a fool, his heart is extremely pure and kind. Such a person will not be disturbed or hurt by the outside world, and will naturally not be affected by the breath of the coffin. He only cares about crying himself.

Uncle Master came ashore with water all over his body. He didn't dare to get close to the coffin. The aura emitted from the coffin was so terrifying. When he got close, he felt that his blood was condensed into ice.

Because like Shu Ran, he practiced martial arts, not Buddhism.

If you are a practitioner of Buddhism, you will be able to practice Buddhism, so you will be able to get rid of evil spirits and break evil. But if you think about it, a martial arts practitioner should have a lot of strength, but even with such a great strength, you can't save those people ashore.

Some people even had their legs broken by their uncle and crawled into the water.

Finally, the uncle returned to the shore in dismay. At this time, the coffin was still emitting a cold breath and did not sink to the water.

Uncle Master looked at the crying little guy for a while, but in the end he probably remembered his purpose, held the child in his arms, and ran towards the mountain.

"When I ran, I felt like a light on my back," said the uncle, and smiled bitterly: "The aura emitted by the coffin at that time seemed to be heavier. I didn't know what it was with my Yin-Yang eyes, because I didn't see anything except the coffin."

A huge sense of fear surrounded him. He was just running up the mountain and kept running. He felt a breath behind him chasing him. The breath pressed him, as if he wanted to crush him.

I don’t know how long he had run, but he rushed all the way until he ran back to the straw shed and ran to the side of the golden Buddha he and Okong carried with him. He felt that his breath had been locked behind him and left.

Uncle Master let out a long sigh, and then he noticed the child who had been lying behind him. He put the child down. In such a tense atmosphere, the child fell asleep. His peaceful sleeping face made Uncle Master feel calm in his heart.

However, the matter was not over. On the third day after he saved the child, he went out to collect firewood and the child drowned in the lake.

Such a young child, a hillside full of thorns, was unwilling to believe that the child fell into the lake by himself. After all, it only took a quarter of an hour to collect firewood.

He suddenly felt that his destiny was strangled by an invisible hand, as if he had pinched his lifeline's throat, as if he could have his life in the next second.

He ran crazy to the child floating in the lake. He recognized the clothes on the child, which he used to make them with his usual bedcloths. They were sewn by him, dark yellow, like a rootless reed floating in the water, floating and sinking.

The child's body was facing upwards, and he seemed to have used all his strength, but when he ran there, the child's body turned over from the water, with a strange smile, and looked at the uncle's master and fell straight to the bottom of the lake like a weight.

It seems that he is waiting for him specifically.

Then, he went crazy and contacted Kong. He knew nothing about the formation. At that time, he had no cell phone and could not contact him. He had to rely on his legs and ran around looking for Kong's traces.

Often, when he just found Likong, this guy had already left.

After a long time of struggle, Lekong may have missed his uncle too much, so he returned to Ningcheng again. He happened to meet his uncle who was about to be disheartened, and only then did he realize how big a mess he had caused.

At that time, it had been more than twenty years since the formation arranged by Kong last time.

The two young and frivolous monks who were once young and frivolous, both became middle-aged monks. When Lekong was traveling around, he even picked up a cheap disciple, and this disciple was relieved.

At this time, the head of the Yun family had changed. He was the brother of the stupid child. He would always remember how his father threw his young brother into the mass grave with a cold face. He would always remember the crying sound of his younger brother at the mass grave. He shouted the names of every relative in despair, from a loud voice to a gradual whimper, and finally, he was buried in the wind and could not hear anything.

Therefore, the head of the family of this term paid more attention to the rectification of this lake and even invited the police from Ningcheng to come. At this time, the mass grave was completely formed in a fierce place, and those who came would die. The police, only one middle-aged policeman who had sprained his ankle and entered the mass grave was slower, and he survived, but half of his face had already left the corpse-loving ghoul, ate it aside, and his eyes were gone.

At this time, Lekong appeared here as a monk who had attained enlightenment. He wanted to renovate this formation.

Qin Mu's eyes lit up. It turned out that Lekong had been here twice. No wonder why those ghosts and the old man with only half of his face said something was a bit in line. Even in Qin Mu's eyes, Lekong almost turned into an old monster that never died for thousands of years. It turned out that the problem was here.
Chapter completed!