Mysterious World Tour

She wanted to come in.

But Tan Mo was not happy.

"Mother Zhang said that women with nice voices must be ugly. My voice is so nice, so I must be ugly." Tan Mo said seriously.

Standing outside the door: "..."

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Who is Mother Zhang?

Why is there such a vicious woman?

Spreading rumors, flattering, gossiping, throwing herself into the hands of wolves and tigers... But she was really wrong.

Outside the door, there was a swollen green face, full of crisscrossing scars, that was how she looked when she was dying.

Some of the things she said to Tan Mo were not lies. She did come to the mountains and forests with her friends to play, but somehow, she fainted on the ground, and when she woke up, her face was full of knife marks.

In terror, she ran in panic, then accidentally fell down the hillside and rolled into a stagnant pool nearby.

Because she couldn't swim and the water in the pool was poisonous, she died in the pool before she could struggle for a while.

By the time she remembered those things, she had become a ghost wandering here, waiting for an opportunity to kill people and take their skins to vent her anger.

Her eyes were glowing with a pale green luster, and her malice was materialized.

After a while, she began to sob and cry.

She narrated her tragic life story, trying to use Tan Mo's sympathy to make Tan Mo open the door, but no matter what she said, Tan Mo pretended to be a living person and didn't move.

Creak, creak.

The wind blew at night, and the wooden door fell on the rotten door frame, making a dull and tooth-grinding sound.

Whoosh!

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, like flying sand and falling leaves. The noise outside was getting louder and louder. Various strange cries were mixed in with the wind, one after another, making the night more and more weird.

Finally, she left unwillingly after wandering outside the door for most of the night.

She knew that the people in the house already knew whether she was a ghost, but if they didn't admit it in person, she would be helpless and blocked by such a broken wooden door.

Outside the house.

The flames of the bonfire were very strong. Tan Muliu prepared enough dry firewood, which was enough to burn for a whole morning. The warm firelight fell on Tan Mo, making his red face stained with a layer of light golden color, like the golden Buddha statue in the temple, very solemn.

Although the purpose was to increase the success rate, after reading a book of Buddhist scriptures, how could Tan Mo's attainments in Buddhism be low?

The rosary in his leg moved slowly.

After reciting the scripture, one bead will be moved.

Huo'er was walking on Tan Mo's shoulder, she was laughing.

"The demon outside is not strong, why should I hide? With my magical power and legs, I can just go out and chase it away, or kill it directly." Huo'er said.

In her eyes, Tan Mo's actions were unnecessary.

The moving beads stopped again, Tan Mo stretched his legs and threw a piece of dry wood into the fire.

The dry wood was a little wet and had leaves on it. Once it fell into the fire, it made a crackling sound and sparks flew.

"Better safe than sorry, you can't move your legs, why do you have to move your legs?" Tan Mo said softly, he turned his head and looked at Huo'er who was walking on his shoulder and moving non-stop.

"The wild beasts in the forest, even the most vicious ones, will not attack prey once they are full, even if the prey passes by them. Why? Because they know that if they hunt, even if they kill the weakest prey, they may get hurt. And once they get hurt, they will die in the forest."

"The purpose of hunting is to eat. Just like the purpose of practicing, the purpose of practicing is to have the power to resist when encountering demons, instead of just running away and waiting to die. . With just a few words and patience, I made a demon retreat and avoided a meaningless fight. Isn't it more cost-effective than moving my legs? "

Speaking of that, Tan Mo paused, and then asked directly: "Donor Huo'er, why do I keep moving?"

After listening to Tan Mo's long speech, Huo'er thought about it carefully. Tan Mo's words made sense. A meaningless fight was the most unnecessary. Hearing Tan Mo asking her, Huo'er said without thinking: "He will be very uncomfortable if he doesn't move."

It turned out that he had ADHD.

Tan Mo no longer cared and continued to chant.

The image of a monk who abides by the precepts and is not surprised by anything is undoubtedly the easiest to make people feel trustful.

While chanting the sutra, Tan Mo felt a little grievance in his heart. He did not bring out the Golden Buddha of Deliverance. If there was a Golden Buddha of Deliverance at that time, he would not even have to perfunctorily deal with the demon just now. As soon as the demon ghost approached and felt the power of the Golden Buddha, it ran away. Why did he need to speak to deal with it?

The place of Bu Luo was indeed not very peaceful. Not long after the demon ghost left, Tan Mo smelled the stench of liquid.

At first, the stench was very subtle, but soon, it filled the entire house.

The air was full of stench, which made Tan Mo stand up, and then he heard a strange movement.

He felt that there seemed to be some small but long creature crawling slowly outside the house.

The creature did not pass by, but crawled around the broken house.

Rustle, rustle.

The sound continued, Tan Mo had no expression on his face, his eyes turned, looking back and forth.

He could hear it, but strangely, he found that he could not sense where the creature was, as if the creature did not exist at all.

That place was very strange!

There were crackling sounds, sparks flew, the flames in the bonfire flickered, and suddenly some creature passed through the firelight on one side, and suddenly a huge figure was projected, swaying back and forth on the wall.

Tan Mo looked over immediately, and the hideous and terrifying feeling almost came to his face. If he closed his eyes slightly, he could feel a giant snake appearing in front of him.

It was almost like it was piercing the sky and the earth.

It was obvious that it was an illusion. If there was such a huge demon, why would it just swallow the broken house in one gulp?

Obviously, it was a demon with weak strength that was causing trouble.

Smelling the fishy smell in the air, Huo'er, a hyperactive patient walking on Tan Mo's shoulder, suddenly said: "Those smells are the medium for the demon to cast spells, which can magnify the fear in a person's heart."

Tan Mo nodded, he had realized that point.

"Are you very immobile?" Huo'er asked again. She felt that the demon outside was not strong and could be solved by force. There was no need to use static to control dynamic.

Tan Mo shook his head slightly, but his face was expressionless and his eyes were calm: "It can't get in."

After that, Tan Mo continued to chant and acted in full.

The masters were all pretending.

He did that for other purposes.

Tan Mo didn't move, and the creature was guarding outside the house, circling around until dawn, when the feeling of being stared at disappeared.