Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 232 Buddha's Fate
Zhang Jingtian and the meat mountain monk approached the small house.

"Do you know whose children those women are carrying?"

From a distance, the house looks quite decent.

But after Zhang Jingtian looked at it a few more times, he had a very strange feeling.

He seemed to want to push the door open and enter involuntarily.
Although Zhang Jingtian had not seen it with his own eyes, the answer appeared in his mind when he heard this sentence.

There was no doubt that it must be the skinny monk inside.

Seeing that Zhang Jingtian didn't speak, the meat mountain started to show off proudly:

"Let me tell you! Those women are pregnant with my Senior Brother Wuai's children!"

Zhang Jingtian couldn't help but sneered after hearing this. Wu Ai? This name is quite interesting.

"Don't they know?" Zhang Jingtian couldn't help but ask, feeling strange. Could it be that these women really had no idea when they became pregnant?

Or, does that loveless monk have some special method?

"They definitely know." Roushan patted his enormous belly and continued, "But everyone knows the strength of us monks. So they are willing to bear our child..."

Zhang Jingtian opened his mouth, but for a moment he was unable to refute.

So these women came here to pray for children, but in fact they knew very well that the one who really gave them the children was not the so-called gods, but the monk named Wuai.

Who knows, even their families may know the truth.

After all, in a place like this where hundreds of ghosts roam at night, being favored by the monks of Lanruo Temple can at least guarantee the safety of their children.

Of course, this should just be these women's beautiful fantasy.

As for whether Wuai would care about any of his many children, Zhang Jingtian had no idea.

"It's really amazing," Zhang Jingtian said, glancing at the mountain of flesh in front of him. "Even an ordinary person like me is extremely envious of the supernatural powers of all the masters."

After being praised by Zhang Jingtian, Roushan burst into laughter and seemed very satisfied with Zhang Jingtian's flattery.

"Really? Not really. My skills are still far behind those of my brothers."

Then Zhang Jingtian saw Wuai through the window.

"Did you see that?" Roushan said proudly, "This is my senior brother's magical power!"

Zhang Jingtian raised his eyebrows, realizing that the other party had unconsciously revealed the secret to him.

But this news is not that important to him.

Because the gap between him and Wu Ai was too huge, even if he knew the opponent's weaknesses, it would be difficult to exploit them and achieve a counterattack.

At this time, Wu Ai inside seemed to sense the movement outside.

In an instant, the skinny monk appeared in front of Zhang Jingtian.

At that moment, Zhang Jingtian felt death coming again.

"Senior brother, I brought him here." Roushan actually defended Zhang Jingtian at the first moment.

Wu Ai hummed, he seemed to have no interest in the man, he just glanced at Zhang Jingtian and then looked away:
"Wu Yu, if you could use the time you spend being lazy and greedy to practice, you wouldn't be unable to catch up with me! We all know that you have the best talent!"

Wu Yu, who was standing by, yawned. "What's the point of practicing? It's too tiring. I'm not cut out for it! For me, this kind of ordinary, playful life is the most interesting."

Anyway, with you and Brother Wude here, no one can hurt me."

Zhang Jingtian stood aside, trying to reduce his presence.

Anyway, all he had to do was wait for reinforcements. Wu Ai shook his head, as if he was disappointed with Wu Yu.

"Forget it, I can't do anything about you anymore, you can do whatever you want!"

When Zhang Jingtian thought he had escaped, Wuai suddenly spat out the villain from his mouth.

The little man covered in blood foam jumped onto Zhang Jingtian's shoulder and gave him orders:
"You saw me. I'm giving you two choices. One is to be killed by me, and the other is to let me cut off your tongue. Choose one!"

Zhang Jingtian was already a little angry at this time and wanted to resist immediately.

But when he thought of the difference in strength between them, his rationality was instantly withdrawn.

"I, I still want to live..."

Before he could finish his words, the little man jumped into his mouth at an extremely fast speed, and then cut off his tongue in a few seconds.

At that moment, Zhang Jingtian endured the severe pain and watched Wuai leave.

Wu Yu shrugged. "I'm sorry, my brother is like that. The technique we practice is quite special, so we look different from normal people."

But if the people in the city knew our true appearance, no one would come here anymore.

So we just have to pretend.”

Zhang Jingtian endured the severe pain but was unable to speak.

"But to compensate you for this unprovoked disaster, I can take you to a place."

Wu Yu just left with Zhang Jingtian.

As for the other card maker who followed in, he was left where he was.

After Zhang Jingtian stopped, he found himself in a dark basement.

It was extremely humid here. Just by standing here, Zhang Jingtian could feel a chill penetrating into his body.

Not only that, Zhang Jingtian also felt a pair of malicious eyes staring at him.

“This is the Buddha we admire.”

Wu Yu sat down cross-legged, and then Zhang Jingtian saw that his body was getting bigger and bigger. Like a balloon that was expanding, it would soon fill the entire space.

And in front of him, there was indeed a Buddha statue.

However, the appearance of this Buddha statue is completely different from the one in Zhang Jingtian’s memory.

It looked like something he had seen in Tantric Buddhism.

This ghostly Buddha statue stared at Zhang Jingtian intently, making people feel creepy.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yu, who was standing by, said in surprise:
"The Buddha actually responded to you! You have a connection with the Buddha, and you can practice with us!"

Then Wu Yu suddenly started talking, although Zhang Jingtian didn't understand what he was saying at all.

However, after he finished reciting the obscure spell, Zhang Jingtian saw black pus suddenly flowing out of the Buddha statue's eyes.

The liquid all pooled and then went into his eyes, mouth, nostrils and ears.

Zhang Jingtian heard Zakiram's voice.

She was emitting waves of sinister and complacent laughter in Zhang Jingtian's mind.

Zhang Jingtian discovered that the tongue he had just lost had grown back.

The most terrifying thing was that he felt a powerful mental force being injected into his body!
(End of this chapter)