Just when the car was about to fall, the crazy sound of Buddha trumpets suddenly sounded.
It is none other than the fat monk Faqing, the leader of the Dacheng Maitreya Sect who has been looking for opportunities to seek revenge.
This guy also suffered from being dealt with by Chen Daji and Zhang Chao, and his temper became abnormal.
"Hahahaha, Namo Amitabha!"
"I didn't expect that you are all good people!"
"What a pity, Buddha, what I hate most in my life are good people!"
Faqing waved his sleeves, and the car that was about to fall off the cliff suddenly stopped and floated in the air.
Then it hit the ground with a loud bang.
Under the violent impact, Wang San, who was already on his deathbed, and his wife fainted with a groan;
Zhao Aiguo and Chen Fu also felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and vomited out large mouthfuls of blood.
"Oh, let me go, is it haunted?"
Chen Fu has always been timid, and when he encounters such a supernatural thing, he immediately gets chills down his spine.
Zhao Aiguo was upright, so he was not afraid.
The first reaction was to kick open the car door desperately, pull the unconscious wife of Wang San, and escape from the smoking car.
"Chen Fu, hurry up and drag the three brothers out first!"
However, before Chen Fu could take action, the fat monk Faqing smiled again.
Laugh even more crazily!
"It's so affectionate and righteous!"
"But you are all going to die today, and you must die in my hands, Buddha!"
Ghostly hands as black as ink appeared out of thin air, trying to strangle Chen Fu and Zhao Aiguo by the necks.
But something unexpected happened to him:
Zhao Aiguo's body suddenly erupted with a burst of golden light; Chen Fu's body suddenly erupted with a layer of green light.
The two rays of light merged together, and the ghost hand flew away with a roar.
Even the fat monk Faqing staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Official authority protects the body! Yang people become gods!"
Looking at his burned hands, the fat monk Faqing looked in disbelief.
Taking advantage of this moment, Zhao Aiguo and Chen Fu leaned closely together, protecting the unconscious third daughter-in-law of Wang behind them.
Chen Fu has rich social experience and knows well the truth that a good man will not suffer immediate losses.
"This...this master, Brother Patriot and I have never offended you. Why do you have to antagonize us?"
"Do you think this will work: let's go our separate ways and just pretend that nothing happened... You don't have to pay for my car..."
Seeing that the other party was still indifferent, Chen Fu decisively increased the pressure.
"If it doesn't work... If it doesn't work, I'll ask Master Kong Chan from Jinguang Temple to set up a Buddhist throne for you. I'm quite familiar with him and can talk to him..."
"Old rules, no matter how much money you spend, it's all mine..."
However, Chen Fu's words not only had no effect at all, but also seemed to stimulate Fa Qing.
He just heard him laugh ferociously, and took out a dark red sword from somewhere.
The sword was surrounded by resentment and kept emitting bursts of ghostly cries and wolf howls. It was obvious at a glance that it was a very dangerous thing.
"Shut up, Shuzi!"
"Don't talk about money with me, Lord Buddha! No amount of money can exchange for the magic weapon that I have stored up for thousands of years!"
At this moment, the fat monk Faqing's eyes were red and he was panting like an ox. He was obviously crazy...
"Don't think that because of the official power of protecting the body and being the god of Yang people, I can't do anything to you. Just suffer death!"
I saw him swinging the knife fiercely and cutting off his left arm at shoulder level.
Chant loudly while the black energy spurts out.
"Dharma-protecting heavenly dragon, eight great vajras. I abandon the Buddha's throne and am not happy with this seat."
"Calling you, slay the demons and demons. All the heavens will come out, and the Shura Buddha Kingdom will come!"
As the spell was completed, the surrounding wind roared, and the originally clear night sky turned pitch black.
A giant hand one hundred meters long with a one-eyed eye appeared in the palm, and the other end was tightly connected to the back of the fat monk Faqing's head.
"Namo Amitabha, die!"
The giant hand suddenly stretched forward, just like an ordinary person holding a bird's egg, tightly grasping Zhao Aiguo and Chen Fu in the light.
After the creaking sound, the light shattered with a crack.
Chen and Zhao's eyes suddenly bulged out, and they screamed with blood bleeding from their mouths and noses.
At the same time, the seal that Zhao Aiguo placed at home exploded into pieces with a bang;
The deaf mother-in-law seemed to have noticed something, and quickly came to the side room with a cane.
"There is a sudden disaster in our family, all immortals, please show up quickly!"
In the General Temple, a mini version of the "Father of the Great Plan" screamed and flew out of the statue, looking extremely depressed.
Just as he was about to complain to Xue Zhi, he suddenly stopped and only had time to scream.
"Ah! I'm dead!"
Then it exploded into a sky filled with blue light...
When Xue Zhi saw this scene, he looked confused at first, and stretched out his big rough hands blankly, trying to catch the green light... and then let out a shocking roar.
"No!!!"
