novelaction Chapter 261 Glass Bottle
Chapter 261 Glass Bottle
“Is this…is this a miracle?”
The thunder in the sky suddenly turned into thousands of fireworks, which stunned everyone on Zhengqing Mountain.
Wow!
The bandits of a witch cult all laid down their weapons and bowed their heads in worship towards the night sky where fireworks were still blooming.
"The witch god has appeared!"
"The great witch god, he finally..."
Bang bang bang!
A row of bandits fell to the ground twitching.
In the darkness, Xiaofengzhuang's musket team opened fire in unison, quickly killing the crazy-looking bandits.
These are all fanatical believers of the witch god, and they are stubborn elements who will fight to the death. Killing them quickly is the best option.
"The fortress has been breached! Surrender immediately! Anyone who resists will be killed on the spot!"
"Your witch god cannot protect you, so you should protect yourselves!"
Lao Wei and Zhang Yi, who had been holding back their energy, led the team to charge forward and quickly took control of the situation.
……
On the top of Zhengqing Mountain, the green light all over Ji Wenkong's body dissipated, and his body slowly descended.
"Master Ji, why are you so silent again?"
Chen Changfan finished searching the corpse slowly, then stood up and looked at Ji Wenkong.
The latter's face now had an expression of secret satisfaction and secret pain, which looked quite funny.
He really showed off his prowess in public just now, and Master Ji was very happy.
But the price of showing off in front of others is not small.
He looked at his hands with a painful look.
The iron pen had lost its luster and no longer had its former vitality, while the tattered scripture had become even more tattered, as if it would break at any moment.
Obviously, Ji Wenkong's words "fireworks from thousands of homes" just now directly set off a large firework, and the consumption was beyond imagination.
To waste the spiritual essence left by the ancestors and to respectfully invite the great spirit of the saint, this is really too high a level.
Ji Wenkong gave a brief explanation and Chen Changfan expressed his understanding, but the other extraordinary people had different expressions.
"Master Ji, even if your family owns a mine, you can't be so wasteful, right?"
Obviously, Ji Wenkong's family has a strong foundation, otherwise they would not be able to take out magic weapons one after another, and the level is not low.
Ji Wenkong didn't say anything. A hint of regret just appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly diluted by the next few words.
"What do you know, a fool like you? This is such a great merit!"
"If I were given this opportunity, it would be worth dying for..."
Lu Zixuan and Ji Wenkong looked at the people kneeling down to worship at the foot of the mountain, and the jealousy in their eyes almost overflowed.
"God has appeared, thank God..."
The sound of wind passed by Chen Changfan's back, bringing with it a faint sound of chanting, as if countless villagers were expressing their sincere gratitude.
Ji Wenkong's frown slowly relaxed.
……
The mountains are high and the nights are always colder than anywhere else.
Chen Changfan walked up the stone steps to the top, his deerskin boots making a crackling sound as they rolled over the red snow.
The red flags of the Wushen Cult along the way had not been taken down yet. The dark red silk cloth wrapped around the broken spears and armor fluttered in the mountain breeze, like a dying person holding on to his last breath.
He reached out and pushed aside the half-broken flagpole that was blocking his way. The strange iron beast head made his palm numb - the Zhu Dalong clone that he had chopped down during the day also had the same ferocious beast tattooed on its palm.
"Master, the secret room is here."
Yuan Lang and Fang Chang worked together to push open a heavy stone door, and unexpectedly, bursts of warmth came out.
Chen Changfan smelled a burnt smell seeping from the crack in the door. It was a strange smell mixed with incense ash and rotten sandalwood.
The moment the candlelight poured in, everyone squinted their eyes——
In the seven-meter-square stone chamber, hundreds of bronze lamps were arranged in a circle. The lamp oil was dark gold. On the central stone platform stood a glass bottle with tadpole-shaped red patterns running across the bottle.
"It's like the Buddhist rebirth formation, but with a bit more evil energy."
Yan Qing's scabbard touched the ground, and the sound of it falling on the blue bricks could be heard. "Look at that wick..."
Chen Changfan bent his fingers and released a stream of energy.
The copper lamp nearby went out and the glass bottle suddenly vibrated.
The black mist in the bottle condensed into a hideous human face, and the cries of thousands of babies were heard in the array of lights.
"This bottle seems to contain many resentful souls, and they seem to be all babies..."
As Ji Wenkong finished speaking, everyone's faces turned a little ugly.
What exactly is this glass bottle?
Why are there so many resentful souls imprisoned, and they are all babies.
Chen Changfan frowned, and a burst of energy emerged from his fingertips, smashing the glass bottle in mid-air.
With a bang, countless illusory black shadows flew out in all directions.
Each of the seemingly unreal little faces showed a look of relief, and emitted bursts of humming sounds of joy, which then slowly dissipated.
The moment the resentful spirit dissipated, Chen Changfan inexplicably felt that the breath in his chest became much smoother, and all the injuries caused by the fierce battle just now disappeared.
"Young friend Changfan, helping the vengeful spirits to attain rebirth and transcend is a great merit. Congratulations."
Yan Qing looked at Chen Changfan carefully and bowed to him solemnly.
"Merit? Is there really such a thing as merit in this world?"
"Good deeds bring good results, while evil deeds bring bad consequences. Brother Changfan, you must be a man of integrity."
Ji Wenkong was secretly mocking him, causing damage to the two magic weapons in his hands.
"Master Ji, there are also many karmas in the soul lamp. You can try to extinguish them with magic weapons, perhaps it can help it recover."
Yan Qing reminded.
Ji Wenkong's eyes flashed.
The iron pen and scriptures in his hand were ordinary objects that the great scholar kept around day and night.
The great scholars preached and answered questions, and their merits were immeasurable. The iron pen and scriptures were also imbued with merits, and this is how they became spiritual.
Erasing karma can be considered a good deed, and perhaps it can actually repair the damage.
Ji Wenkong glanced at Chen Changfan, and after getting his tacit consent, Ji Wenkong began to turn off the lights.
"Master! The prisoners have been brought!"
The sound of iron chains dragging on the ground came from outside the stone chamber.
Rows of bandits were escorted forward, and Shen Cuiyun held up a torch and checked them one by one.
Suddenly, her gaze fixed, her red eyes fixed on a long-faced man with a scar on his neck, and her body shook violently.
"It's him?"
Chen Changfan stepped forward, supported his wife, and looked at the bandit as if he were a dead man.
Shen Cuiyun nodded slowly, "Erlang, give me a blunt knife."
The scarred man was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of horror, "Madam, I... I don't think I have offended you, right?"
Shen Cuiyun silently clenched her knife, her eyes filled with endless hatred. "Three years ago, by the Chiwei River, you ambushed and killed a couple. Do you remember?"
The scarred man frowned in thought, then revealed a somewhat embarrassed expression, "No... I don't remember."
Three years.
He has at least eighty lives on his hands, if not a hundred. How could he remember when, where, or who he killed?
"Don't you remember...but I've always remembered it..."
The hatred on Shen Cuiyun's face was surging like a raging wave.
The blunt knife was unsheathed.
At night, the scarred man's screams lasted for a long time before finally stopping.