In front of Lanruo Temple, Huixin looked at the mountains. There were countless tourists coming in and out, but none of them seemed to notice him.
Riao Wu was still cleaning the fallen leaves, but it seemed like he was doing useless work.
I don't know when it started, but thick fog has enveloped the mountains, making it difficult to see even the path down the mountain.
Such humid weather is supposed to be a time when reptiles are active, but there was not a single living insect in the entire Hanshan Mountain. Instead, there were many reptile corpses.
The young monk covered his mouth and nose and came to Hui Xin and whispered softly: "First one, maybe there was a fire somewhere at the bottom of the mountain. I feel a strange smell."
Huixin glanced at him coldly, which made the monk take a few steps back: "In case the fog closes the mountain and makes walking difficult, go and inform the rest of the people, and Hanshan will close the temple."
The monk did not dare to say anything, bowed and retreated, and quickly returned to the temple.
Li Wu in the open space immediately stopped moving, his kind-faced face showed no signs of like or dislike, he turned around and walked towards the inner courtyard.
"Uncle Wu, how about Xiaoran?" Huixin suddenly asked.
"Okay, okay, in this vast world, only the Buddha land is eternally peaceful." Liao Wu said some inexplicable words and left.
Huixin's lips moved slightly and her eyes continued to stare at the mountains.
As the smell in the air became stronger, he murmured to himself: "The realgar is good at killing hundreds of insects... There are still more than ten days before Laba, and I don't know if I can make it in time."
At the same time, at a vent in the mountains, a giant iron pot more than ten meters tall was placed. Below it was a slightly wet firewood burning brightly, and the smoke could not be suppressed at all.
The view from this place is just right to see the outline of Hanshan Temple.
Qin Bai kept adding red and yellow powder to the pot, and then turned it with a shovel, causing the smell to spread throughout the mountains.
I don’t know what he added to the pot. For such a thick mist in the mountains, most of the credit must be attributed to him.
Zuo Qianhu, Wang Sheng, and Zhiqiu Yiye stood aside. They couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses. The smell was really too choking.
The rest of the border patrol soldiers were not there at this time, they had already dispersed into the mountains and forests.
Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't help but question: "It's just some realgar powder, are you sure you can attract that monster?"
"Not sure, but this method is safer." Qin Bai replied, wiping his face with a wet towel.
Wang Sheng burst into tears: "Ahem, cough, cough, brother Qin, your method is okay for dealing with ordinary long worms, but this monster is unreliable no matter how you look at it."
"Since I can defeat them one by one, I have to give it a try." Qin Bai was extremely afraid of Hanshan Temple, and it would definitely be irrational to face all the demons at the same time.
Several people speculated on the true identity of the demon in the temple, but Zuo Qianhu remained silent. He sharpened the simple knife in his hand, his eyes full of murderous intent.
Seeing more and more people coming down the mountain, Wang Sheng couldn't help but said: "It seems that people are starting to evacuate from Hanshan Temple."
Qin Bai did not think that these monks were soft-hearted: "It seems that for Hanshan Temple, the matter of raising monsters cannot be exposed too early. In this way, even if the monsters show up, it will be much safer."
Thinking of this, he once again took out a large bag of realgar powder and sprinkled it into the pot, and then poured more than ten kilograms of salad oil. The smell became more intense, causing the birds to chase each other away.
Qin Bai actually found a lot of dishes that can attract demons, but those dishes can inspire the viciousness of demons. There are a large number of tourists and believers in the temple during the day, and there will definitely be accidental injuries.
If you are cooking in total darkness at night, and a fire suddenly breaks out somewhere in the forest, you will obviously be exposed.
So Qin Bai thought of using realgar powder to try, and if it failed, he would try other methods.
Regardless of the demon, all kinds of insects in the mountains smelled the smell of realgar powder and either burrowed into the soil or hid in the crevices of the rocks.
Qin Bai hesitated for a moment. He found that it was difficult to attract demons with realgar powder alone, so he took out several large bags of powder again, which were colorful and colorful, making the eyes of several people around him jump wildly.
At this time, there were no tourists or believers in Hanshan Temple. He threw the red chili powder in, and the hot oil began to boil immediately.
Zhiqiu Yiye instantly escaped into the ground, and it wasn't until he buried himself that he felt better.
Wang Sheng held back the smoke. After all, he had to command the border patrol in the mountains, so it was naturally impossible for him to escape in the face of the battle.
Compared to the two of them, Zuo Qianhu was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He simply regarded it as a practice to hone his state of mind.
With the addition of spiciness, the taste of realgar powder has improved to a higher level, but Qin Bai's operation is far from stopping.
Next was coptis powder, then curry powder, cumin powder, whatever powders he could think of, he threw them into the pot regardless.
The red hot oil actually deepened little by little, and finally turned into black and blue, and thick bubbles came out. Those who didn't know it thought the oil was boiling in the pot.
Qin Bai's eyes narrowed into a slit. He couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly threw the last bag of powder in and retreated a little further away.
But when the smell in the pot dissipated, Qin Bai suddenly realized something.
"Wait, this smell..."
This was an extremely unpleasant toilet smell that, when mixed with other smells, produced an inexplicable chemical reaction.
Wang Sheng couldn't help but vomited, and even the corners of Zuo Qianhu's mouth began to twitch, and his body instinctively felt nauseated.
Qin Bai looked at the bag in his hand. The word "masala" was unusually dazzling. It was indeed a spice originating from the third brother and had a natural taste.
The mist in the mountains began to change and became colorful.
Because of the wind direction, all the monks in Hanshan Temple hid in their houses, and not a single person was seen on the vast Hanshan Mountain.
At this moment, the earth shook faintly, tiles on the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hall continued to fall, and cracks began to spread along the wall.
Huixin stood in front of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hall and recited Buddhist sutras. A faint light enveloped the temple, seeming to suppress the movement of demons.
A loud noise was heard, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's head fell directly to the ground, and countless centipedes crawled out from the Buddha statue.
A huge head came out of the gap, about half a meter in size. Judging from the appearance, it looked like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
However, compared to the cockroach demon, the centipede demon only has a human head and its body is still an insect.
Huixin shook her head and stood up, leaving Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Hall in the blink of an eye.
"Amitabha, after all, the time for transformation is too short..."
The centipede demon was only half a meter when it first came out of the Buddha statue, but it expanded a little almost every few breaths, and soon it was more than ten meters long.
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