Lord, I am such a good person.

For a moment, all the monks in the field were silent, not daring to breathe.

No other reason,

At this moment, as the ceremonial team was getting closer and closer,

A feeling as if being stared at by a great terror surged up from the bottom of their hearts, like a thorn in the back, like a fishbone stuck in the throat.

"Woo~"

The last conch sounded,

hundreds of ghost monks led the twelve sedan chairs into the dilapidated but still solemn Great Hall,

"Fall~"

At the front of the team,

a big-bellied ghost monk with a very strong aura let out a cold roar,

the ceremonial guard behind him immediately split into two teams and rushed to the two sides of the hall,

then the twelve sedan chairs floating in the air slowly landed,

"Ding~"

As the bell suddenly sounded, the thick curtain slowly opened outwards,

"Step~"

The footsteps were light, but it made everyone's heart jump heavily,

looking up,

an old monk in a black monk's robe and with a kind face walked out,

"Silly Master?"

"Silly Monk?"

"..."

After seeing the old monk's face clearly, there were sudden exclamations in the field. It turned out that the old monk who appeared at this moment was the silly monk that most of the demons in the field were familiar with, or at least had heard of.

"Fuck, what on earth are you playing, you stupid monk? Grandpa is not afraid of your bad luck, if you know what's good for you, let me go!"

A pig demon wearing a tiger skin skirt suddenly stood up in the field, with filth all over his body flying all over the sky, pointing at the old monk and cursing.

The old monk seemed not to hear, and was still walking slowly towards the cushion under the main hall.

"Silly monk, are you deaf? Didn't you hear your grandpa talking to you!"

"Ding ding ding~"

While the pig demon was talking, the bell sounded more and more urgent.

Just as the old monk was walking slowly past him, the pig demon, who was not sure if he was possessed by a ghost or something, suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the old monk.

But at the moment when the filthy hand grabbed the old monk,

the next moment, the pig demon seemed to have seen something terrible, his face turned pale, and then he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Hum!"

"Gurgle~"

Then,

In the horrified eyes of everyone present, the pig demon suddenly melted, and then turned into a pool of pus and drilled into the monk's robe.

"Hiss~"

Seeing this, there were sounds of people sucking in cold air in the field. Unexpectedly, in just a blink of an eye, a pig demon that was considered to be quite powerful in the second level of Qi training disappeared silently without even a chance to resist.

"Unlucky guy~"

In the back, Shi Ran, who was standing quietly at the door of the main hall, saw the whole process clearly from beginning to end.

The pig demon suddenly got the courage to attack the old monk and hit the tattooed guy not far away from him.

"I remember seeing this guy in the city lord's mansion of Shanli City. Although he is a human, he can be completely classified as a demon."

"Tap tap~"

The old monk walked slowly towards the cushion in front, but at this time no one in the field dared to make any noise.

Feelings of anxiety, uneasiness, fear, or terror flashed across the faces of many monks. Oh, no, there were still a few guys in the field who were different from the others.

"Zhao Qian, Fatty, eh, Lao Yang, oh my, how come this guy is so powerful?"

His peripheral vision kept scanning the field. Shi Ran saw that Zhao Qian and his group were sitting cross-legged on the cushions at a position closer to the Buddha in the palace.

As if he had noticed Shi Ran's eyes, Lao Yang, who had been staring at the back of the person in the front, suddenly turned around. He smiled at Shi Ran,

Then,

the figure who had been facing away from everyone also turned around,

In an instant,

Shi Ran felt that a hideous ghost tree that reached the sky and the earth suddenly appeared in front of him,

"Shua~"

But before Shi Ran could be shocked, the illusion disappeared in an instant. At this moment, he looked closely again and saw the figure with a tumor on his head and a big belly facing him,

with a smile on his face,

"Xiao Caner~"

The latter's almost corny cry rang in his ears, and Shi Ran subconsciously raised his hand and gave the latter a middle finger,

"Haha , good, good, it is indeed a good material with a strong fire inside and excellent appearance. "

At this moment, the old monk walked to the front cushion and sat down, and then the big-bellied ghost monk appeared beside him, and then shouted,

"Heavenly rain, cleanse the body and soul~"

"Gurgle"

As the big-bellied ghost monk's voice sounded, a large amount of clear water suddenly gushed out from the beam above, and then these clear waters gathered into a ball and turned into a continuous drizzle and fell downwards,

Fragrant,

This is the fragrance that many monks in the field smelled. The first feeling after the drizzle;

Refreshing,

Then,

As the drizzle fell on their bodies, the monks felt a sense of clarity of body and mind surging from the depths of their souls, as if the burdens that had been pressing on them in the past were suddenly lifted,

"Haha, such a comfortable rain, could it be that this place is not a strange place, but a place of opportunity?"

Another unbelievable murmur sounded in the field,

"More, more~"

A few more demons suddenly stood up from the cushions, opened their mouths wide, and embraced the falling drizzle.

Not all the monks in the field accepted the drizzle. As the magic power in the field boiled or the precious light flashed, many open spaces appeared under the rain curtain.

Of course, Shi Ran was the same. Compared with the monks in the field, what Shi Ran saw was a completely different scene.

The beams under the dome were not broken wood at all. They were clearly old mummies placed there.

And the falling water was the yellow turbid corpse oil refined by these mummies.

So when he looked at those cheering demons and ghosts, Shi Ran felt his eyelids twitching and his stomach boiling with acid.

"Damn it, I'm going to be sick to death."

"Burn incense, light candles, and worship Buddha!"

The drizzle ended, and the big-bellied ghost monk began to chant again,

"Rustle~"

Then the ghost monks standing quietly on both sides of the hall suddenly took out a bunch of butter incense candles, and then walked towards the big Buddha in the hall with their heads bowed one by one,

"Puff~"

The thick smoke and the smell of incense filled the whole hall instantly.

"This set of movements seems a little familiar."

Seeing that the monks who only smelled a little bit of incense all had a look of intoxication on their faces, Shi Ran subconsciously touched his head,

"Damn it, isn't this the incense and flesh candle of my Buddha?"

Looking up at the incense and flesh candles in the hands of those ghost monks, Shi Ran suddenly discovered that these incense and candles were all made of the flesh and blood of the monks who went up the mountain today.