At this moment, the black mist surrounding the tomb mound was spinning rapidly, constantly evaporating upwards, with the possibility of swallowing the golden Buddha light blessed by Fat Monk Huineng with his thought power.

The fat monk was standing there with a solemn look at the two Taoist priests at the door stepping on the stalkers. When he saw the two old Taoists' steps getting slower and slower, he felt something was wrong, so he also looked on the raised tomb mound. He immediately looked shocked and couldn't help but take a step back in fear, and whispered: "No," he said.

Soon, the fat monk sat cross-legged on the ground again, folded his hands together, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and thought again. This time, he no longer whispered quietly, but shouted loudly. Every time he recited, a strong sense of thought was put on it, forming a Buddhist peaceful and majestic aura, floating towards the bulging grave. Naturally, this aura was not visible to ordinary people, but Wu Feng and Lao Liu could see it very carefully.

Seeing this, Old Liu couldn't help but sweat for the fat monk and the old Taoists, and sighed to Wu Feng beside him: Mrs. Li is too resentful and has too high Taoism. It's still broad daylight, and she has shown such strong strength. If it's even harder to deal with at night, it seems that this fat monk has some tricks and minds. When I think about setting up a formation when the yin and yang are in exchange for the day, if I come directly at night, I guess it will be a dead end.

Mr. Liu, although we can't figure out where they are coming now, they are subduing demons and demons and practicing the way for heaven. If they can't hold on for a while, we still have to help and can't watch them die like this. Wu Feng whispered.

Don't worry, isn't it time for us to take action yet? Wait, I don't believe that these people have the only ability. Old Liu also lowered his voice and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat monk's voice paused. He was already sweating profusely and was exhausted and panting.

Looking at the raised tomb mound, the golden Buddha light flourished again, barely equal to the black gas.

Li Huaishui, who was beside him, hurriedly approached him, held the fat monk, handed over a gourd containing water, opened the lid, and put it to the fat monk's mouth, and said: You are tired, drink a sip of water to rest, look, you are so hot that you are sweating all over.

The fat monk Huineng did not delay. He took the gourd and took several gulps, then took a few breaths, turned around and looked at Li Huaishui, and asked with a solemn expression: "Boy, how did you offend your mother? Why did you feel so resentful? I have never heard of it in my life. If I go tonight for one or two days, let alone just us, even all the monks from Mount Wutai will come over, they may not be able to save your mother."

I, Li Huaishui, stammered in embarrassment, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Chapter completed!