The grief and anger of the middle-aged monk came from the old monk who was controlled by Zhang Wenjiao.

As a spirit hunter, it is undoubtedly a great humiliation that the soul is still controlled after death and becomes someone else's ghost servant.

Especially for a middle-aged monk from Sensoji Temple, Zhang Wenjiao's behavior is tantamount to tearing off the Buddha's face and throwing it on the ground, and then stomping on it twice.

"Demons!"

The middle-aged monk ignored the injury on his chest, stared at Zhang Wenjiao with almost fiery eyes, gritted his teeth, and looked like he was going to tear him apart and swallow his stomach.

Immediately afterward, I saw that his hands slowly formed a Buddha seal, and the spiritual power with compassion surged out of his body and condensed on his hands.

"Uncle Shi, wake up!"

The middle-aged monk shouted, and the handprint containing powerful spiritual power instantly slapped towards the old monk.

This kind of mudra is the secret of Sensoji Temple, the name is called the Demon Breaking Seal, which is guided by Buddha nature and based on spiritual power, and is the nemesis of all evil and sneaky.

At the same time, the most important thing is that the Demon Seal can awaken people's hearts and lead people to goodness!

Therefore, when encountering those who are good in nature, but are controlled by evil people or ghosts, breaking the demon seal can often have a great effect.

As the third generation of the chief disciple of Sensoji Temple, the middle-aged monk was naturally very confident in his Demon Breaking Seal.

As long as he hits, Uncle Shi will definitely be able to come to his senses and get rid of the control of this demon!

The only thing that needs to be paid attention to is that the Demon Breaking Mark must be successfully landed on Uncle Shi, and must not be hindered by that demon.

After the middle-aged monk hit the Demon Breaking Seal, he rushed forward without hesitation, instantly blocking between Zhang Wenjiao and the old monk, vigilant of Zhang Wenjiao's movements.

But what made him strange was that Zhang Wenjiao didn't have the slightest intention of stopping it, but still sat on the chair with the old god there, and even showed a hint of disdain in his eyes.

It's so arrogant!

The middle-aged monk sneered in his heart, disapproving at Zhang Wenjiao's performance, and at the same time, a cold light with murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

When Uncle Shi comes to his senses, I will kill you immediately!"

"Whew!"

There was a gentle breeze in the room.

The demon-breaking seal containing compassion successfully fell on the old monk's body.

At this moment, that powerful spiritual power suddenly spread.

I saw that the old monk's figure shook slightly, and the ghost qi that filled his body also froze, and the resentment and chaos in his eyes began to surge, as if a wisp of sober consciousness began to struggle.

That's great!

The middle-aged monk turned his head slightly, and when he caught a glimpse of this scene, he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and at the same time looked at Zhang Wenjiao more and more vigilantly, in case he made a move to obstruct him at this critical moment.

Zhang Wenjiao didn't make a move, holding the cup of sake that he hadn't finished drinking in his hand, and he didn't even have the interest to look at it.

The aura fluctuations coming from behind the middle-aged monk became more and more violent, and the eerie ghost aura and the compassionate spiritual power continued to clash, setting off a wave of aftermath.

But this confrontation only lasted for a few seconds, and the old monk's aura soon calmed down again.

It's done!

The middle-aged monk was relieved, and while looking at Zhang Wenjiao vigilantly, he took a step back slightly, turned his head and said, "Uncle Shi......"

"Poof!"

An eerie arm pierced his lower abdomen.

The middle-aged monk's voice stopped abruptly, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the hand that stretched out from his lower abdomen, and his face once again showed a look of disbelief.

"For ...... Why?"

The Demon Breaker didn't work?!

Uncle Shi is a high-ranking monk, with a pure heart and high morals, even if his soul is sacrificed, as long as he is guided, he can easily get out of control and regain his sanity!

This is one of the reasons why the middle-aged monk was so confident just now!

But why?

Why is it useless to break the Demon Seal?!

The middle-aged monk's eyes were full of pain, anger, and shock, and he couldn't help but slowly turn his head and look at the old monk behind him.

The old monk's face was blank, and his eyes were still the surging chaos and resentment, like the gloomy aura that swirled around his body, full of madness, hideousness and bloodthirstiness, and there was no sobriety at all that the middle-aged monk expected.

At this time, I saw a sneer on his face, and then slowly clenched his fists.

The ghost qi surged out in an instant, invading the body along the wounds of the middle-aged monk, and wreaking havoc on it.

"Hmm!"

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but snort suddenly, and the extreme pain made a layer of sweat beads on his forehead instantly ooze, and his face showed an unbearable look of pain.

But looking at the sneer on the old monk's face, the middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly showed shock, and even more unbelievable shock.

"Uncle Shi, you ......"

The middle-aged monk looked at the old monk's resentful and chaotic eyes, but he couldn't help but tremble, and stammered, "Uncle you...... Are you sober?!"

"Poof!"

The old monk suddenly pulled his arm out of the middle-aged monk's waist.

The middle-aged monk's body suddenly shook, and he almost fell, but he barely stood firm, but he still looked at his uncle standing beside him.

The nephew laughed. ”

The old monk slowly closed his blood-stained palms, his eyes were still chaotic and resentful, but he asked with an extremely clear smile: "When did the old monk say that I was not sober?"

"But, but ......"

The middle-aged monk was completely shocked and confused, gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but ask, "Since you are sober, why do you want to attack me?"

"Why?

The smile on the old monk's face gradually became cold, and the resentment in his eyes became more and more terrifying, and he slowly spoke: "If you dare to be disrespectful to your master, it is not a pity to die!"

"What?!"

The middle-aged monk screamed, and a deep chill welled up from the bottom of his heart, occupying his body in an instant, but he couldn't speak.

This...... What does that mean?

Uncle Shi is not controlled?

He's conscious, and he knows me!

But...... But he didn't show mercy to me.

Because...... Because I'm disrespectful to his master?!

The middle-aged monk's body shook for a while, and the hole that penetrated through his lower abdomen from his back looked terrifying and terrifying, and at the same time made him feel weak.

"Smack!"

At this time, I saw that Zhang Wenjiao had drunk the last sip of wine in the cup, and casually threw the glass on the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

Then, I saw him stand up and slowly walk up to the middle-aged monk.

The old monk hurriedly took two steps forward slightly, and stood respectfully behind Zhang Wenjiao's side, like a eunuch who was always waiting for his master.

"It's stupid. ”

With pity in his eyes, Zhang Wenjiao looked at the middle-aged monk and laughed softly: "The ghost servant under the control of my soul control chapter is unlikely to betray. ”

"Soul Control?!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked up at Zhang Wenjiao.

It's just that Zhang Wenjiao has already withdrawn his gaze from looking at him, as if the last bit of interest has been exhausted, waved his hand, and ordered: "It's not interesting, let's end it." ”

"Yes!"

The old monk replied respectfully.

The eerie aura slowly condensed into a black blade on his arm.

Hand up and knife down.

"Bone ......"

A frightened head rolled to the floor.