The moment he landed, a familiar voice came.

"You are all Buddhist disciples who often think of compassion in their mouths, but today they are indiscriminately embarrassing the young master of my family, and the shot is even more vicious, if you want to kill the young master of my family today, it is better to disperse my soul and lonely ghost first!"

The invisible force that slowly lifted me up turned into a human form in the middle of his words, but the black ghostly aura on his body was scarce, and some parts of his body began to emit green smoke, showing signs of being burned by the sun. That's right, I admit that I underestimated Zuo Yingqiu's strength, but I didn't expect this guy to really want his ghost life for my safety, and he actually appeared in the daytime, or when he was seriously injured, he appeared.

The monks present widened their eyes again and looked at Zuo Yingqiu in surprise as they turned into a human form.

"Zuo Yingqiu, you bastard, you dare to transform into a blue sky and white sun, this place is a pure land of Buddhism, you can't scatter your soul!" I clutched my injured chest and yelled.

Zuo Yingqiu glanced back at me with some concern, ignoring my words. Turning to Monk Ziyang, he yelled, "Come on!"

"Evil obstacles, dare to come to my Buddha Gate to make a mistake!"

After speaking, Monk Ziyang jumped up in the air again, stretched out his arms left and right, put his right foot on the knee of his left leg, and put his hands together, his eyes were sharp, and his face suddenly rushed to Zuo Yingqiu.

Ziyang's original palms with his hands folded turned into open palms when he was about to approach Zuo Yingqiu, but Zuo Yingqiu did not dodge or dodge, and still maintained a posture of standing on the spot, holding a long sword with black ghostly energy in his right hand, diagonally down at a forty-five degree angle along his right arm, and his left hand on his back, looking domineering, although he was a ghost, he was more like a handsome hero.

"Master, don't, my ghost slave was injured by the Mu Guhe of the Netherworld Evil Sect before, and the ghost qi has been dissipated and formed••••••

Before I finished speaking, Zuo Yingqiu stretched out his left arm and caught the palms of Monk Ziyang with one hand! A powerful shockwave, mixed with the qi of good and evil, spurted out a mouthful of blood again from the already injured me. The monks who were watching the battle were also forced to take a few steps back by this scattered shock wave, and the trees in the distance also showed irregular swings.

Time and space seemed to freeze instantly, and Monk Ziyang's palms still touched Zuo Yingqiu's single palm. It's just that at this moment, Monk Ziyang's facial expression has obviously changed, his white eyebrows are upturned, and he looks at Zuo Yingqiu with a frightened expression. However, Zuo Yingqiu was still expressionless and stood in place with a sword in one hand and a palm in the other, the only difference was that the signs of burning on Zuo Yingqiu's body were becoming more and more obvious, and there were bursts of green smoke.

"Poof!"

Monk Ziyang let go of his palm with Zuo Yingqiu, and when he withdrew his palm, a mouthful of blood broke out, and it seemed that the old monk had suffered internal injuries.

How is it possible? The power of my remnant soul can't withstand the blow of this high monk in front of me, Zuo Yingqiu is already a ghost, and Buddhism is the nemesis of ghosts and evils, and now in the daytime, it is rare for ghosts to appear, and the power of ghosts will be greatly reduced in the daytime, but Zuo Yingqiu can injure Monk Ziyang! I am also very surprised at this moment to look at Zuo Yingqiu's back.

"Uncle Ziyang, Uncle Ziyang••••••" The monks who came back to their senses surrounded the injured Ziyang monk in a swarm.

"I can't imagine that you, the yin soul, will be able to excel in the underworld. Monk Ziyang looked incredulous, and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"The disciples of the Demon Hall set up a formation, and the Discipline Hall chanted!" Monk Ziyang commanded the disciples who were originally around him to speak, with a somewhat anxious voice.

After hearing the order, the disciples around Monk Ziyang quickly dispersed, and the disciples holding wooden sticks surrounded Zuo Yingqiu, while the rest of the disciples meditated on the spot and beat the wooden fish, reciting the scriptures neatly.

In an instant, the characters of the Buddhist scriptures flew all over the sky, and the sound of the wooden fish tapping turned into a circular light wave, and the characters that absorbed the Buddhist scriptures attacked Zuo Yingqiu's revenant soul from all directions! Zuo Yingqiu's body, which was already lacking in ghostly energy, began to tremble at this time, but he still held a long sword, standing in place and quietly waiting for the light wave to attack him.

Suddenly, Zuo Yingqiu danced the sword on the spot, and the originally single body transformed into countless blue figures, and the long sword with black ghostly aura also rotated rapidly with the figure that Zuo Yingqiu conjured up, cutting off all the light waves that came from all directions.

The monks with sticks were not idle at the moment, attacking Zuo Yingqiu from the gaps, and I was seriously injured at the moment, so I could only watch Zuo Yingqiu fight alone.

"Soul Slaying Immortal Sword!" Zuo Yingqiu let out a roaring ghost sound, as if the entire Pingle Temple was shaking with a shout.

The countless blue figures that Zuo Yingqiu had originally conjured up turned from dark to light, and finally disappeared out of thin air, and finally only a blue figure remained in place. At this moment he was not dancing with his sword, but he made a finger trick, his right hand pointing to the sky, and his left hand was placed on the wrist of his right hand.

Zuo Yingqiu raised his head to the sky and roared, transforming the long sword with black ghostly aura into tens of thousands of illusory sword shadows, the phantom sword moved at the speed of light, shuttling back and forth among the monks, and in a moment more than ten monks were stabbed and fell to the ground by the sword conjured by Zuo Yingqiu, but they were all not worried about their lives. Obviously, he had a good heart and had no intention of killing these Buddhist monks.

And the monk Ziyang, who was originally watching the battle because of his injuries, saw that the disciples were injured and had to strike again! He jumped three times in the air, and the moment he jumped, he tore off the red robe on his shoulder and threw it into the air, and then folded his hands and silently recited the mantra, and the robe instantly turned into a big red net, and went straight to Zuo Yingqiu.

"Shadow Autumn be careful!" I shouted out of concern for Zuo Shadow Autumn, ignoring the pain in my body.

But it was too late, the robe instantly covered Zuo Yingqiu, and the robe covering Zuo Yingqiu changed from large to small, and finally changed back to its original appearance, but Zuo Yingqiu was suppressed by the robe.

"Sneak attack! This is the righteous light that you Buddhist monks often recite? Today, my Yang Dao official can be regarded as a teacher!" I covered my injured chest and slowly stood up, but I was still extremely weak.

"The evil spirits and demons are chaotic in the world, everyone will be punished, if they can be subdued, what if they can be subdued, what if they use a little means, cough cough cough cough •••••••" Monk Ziyang dragged his injured body and preached to me while putting away his robe.

"Okay! Master Ziyang, I, Yang Daoguan, do things by myself, I can be arrested today and let your temple deal with it. But since my ghost slave followed me, he has never done anything to hurt heaven and reason, and his heart is even more merciful. Master, you have also seen it, just now my ghost slave obviously has the upper hand, and he has never killed the monks, if you have compassion, please let my ghost slave go. ”

After finishing speaking, I threw myself on my knees and begged the eminent monk in front of me, Zuo Yingqiu can appear for me regardless of the blue sky and the daylight, and what if I kneel and beg the monk to save him! But I know that with my narrow mind, kneeling in front of these monks today will only increase the hatred in my heart, and when my Taoism is higher than these monks, I will definitely avenge today!

"Amitabha, Lord Yang Shi, please hurry up! Lao Qu and his disciples in the temple are by no means embarrassed by Yang Shi because Yang Shi killed Jing Yan by mistake in the fight, but the death of a total of forty-one Buddhist disciples below the senior brother of our temple has a great relationship with Yang Shizhu, so I can't let you go today; Today, if you are destined to be able to surrender this ghost, I can promise you that you will chant the Buddha in the morning and evening to surpass this ghost's resentment. At the moment, Lord Yang is also willing to be arrested, my Buddha is compassionate, and the old man guarantees that the disciples in the temple will never embarrass you, but you must be handed over to the local department for investigation and handling, as for the result, it is really not within the jurisdiction of the old man!"

"Master Ziyang, I am already a prisoner of your temple, as long as your temple does not harm my ghost slave, I am willing to obey the fate of your masters. But I don't know anything, Zici presided over the opening of the eyes of heaven for me, and the Buddhist etiquette has given me a Sanskrit golden body protector, I have only been in contact with your temple for the second time, and I have no grudge or hatred! Do you have any evidence that the masters said that I killed people and burned down the temple?"

Obviously, my remarks once again evoked painful memories for some monks, and several monks stared at me with a vicious look when they heard me ask for evidence, but they were forced by the majesty of Monk Ziyang to reply.

"Evidence, hmph, Yang Demon Dao, what do you see what this is?" The person who spoke was the monk who helped me look at my parents' relics when I first came to Pingle Temple, and what he was holding in his hand at this time was the package that my parents left me.

Furious, he walked quickly towards me and dropped the package in front of me. Looking at the package thrown by the monk who was quitting, my heart was also tight, although I knew that this package was mine, but I still stepped forward to open it with luck. An old jade bracelet, a few pages of a broken book, a paintbrush for drawing spells, a few pieces of clothing—this was the package I had with me, but I didn't give up, and immediately removed my denim backpack to check it out. But in the denim bag, apart from the black-skinned secretary and the white feather fan I had taken from the pretty woman, there was only a few of my personal clothes, and the bag that I had carried with me with the relics of my parents was now not in the bag.

"Master Yang, what else do you have to say? Jing Yun and Jing Yun will take Lord Yang down and send it to the local area for disposal!" said the old monk Ziyang again.

"Wait, master, I spent the whole night in the western suburbs of the mountain last night, and I don't know when my package fell in your temple, isn't it too hasty for you to punish me with just one package? "Although I am not convinced, I have to take into account Zuo Yingqiu's safety.

"Okay, you demon Taoist, it seems that you still don't want to admit to killing me and presiding over the burning of my temple, today I will convince you! Jing Yun and Jing Yun brought this demon Dao to the host's room!"

Two monks came from the crowd, one left and one right, sandwiching me in the middle, and the force they used to grab my arm was probably with all their might, probably because they were afraid that I would escape.

In this way, a group of monks escorted me to Zici's room. Passing through several scorched ruins, we came to the room where the monk Zici lived before his death. I am very familiar with the layout of this room, after all, I just drank tea with Monk Zici here yesterday, and I didn't expect that he would have returned to the West today!

"Yang Demon said, I can't hide that my host has a trace of breath when he passed away. When the host Zici passed away, he personally told me that more than ten disciples were the ones who came to look for his parents' enemies during the day, and Yang Daoguan, who took advantage of his unpreparedness and secretly attacked him, causing his old man to be seriously injured! Uncle Ziyang was also present at that time. Jiefa pointed to the place where the monk Zici died and said to me.

"Amitabha, what the nephew of the precept master said is very true, my senior brother is a high monk, never speaks, and when he passed away, he did say that you hurt him!" The old monk Ziyang preached to me with a hint of desolation.

After listening to the words of the two monks, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart! Because I don't know why the host Zici wanted to blame me, saying that I attacked him secretly, or that someone was pretending to be me and deliberately blaming me, but what was his purpose in doing this?

"What else?"

These monks want to convict me, and they don't have to think about it to know that they must have more important evidence, otherwise they wouldn't have brought me to the room given by the son.

"Hmph, and this bloody palm print on the wall! Yang Demon Dao This is the most powerful evidence left in your panic, you first stabbed the host of our temple from the back with a knife to serious injuries, and then slapped my host in the chest fatally! But after all, the host of my family is a high-ranking monk, although he was attacked by you twice in a row, he still has the strength to fight back. During the fight, you left this clear bloody palm print on the wall, I have already seen the size of the blood palm print ten thousand times, when you came to the temple to talk to me today, I have already observed it, if you don't believe it, you can check the palm print and the size of the palm yourself!"

The more the monk spoke, the more angry he became, revealing a look of wanting to kill me immediately to avenge the monks in the temple. But after all, he is a Buddhist monk, although he is angry, but he finally restrained his behavior.

After listening to the words of the monk, I walked to the wall in disbelief and looked at the marks on the wall. I compared the size of my palm, and sure enough, my palm and the bloody palm print left on the wall completely coincided, and even the strange thing was that even the palm print was exactly the same, and my heart hung again!

Because I was obviously on the mass burial mountain last night, how could I appear in Pingle Temple, and I only learned about the matter of Pingle Temple today. Who is the one who has such the ability to reach the sky? Who invisibly took out the package I was carrying, and who left my bloody palm print in Pingle Temple? His purpose was nothing more than to make me make a grudge with Pingle Temple! What kind of earth-shattering conspiracy is this? Why do you want to harm me? Could it be that the same person who killed the presiding master was the same person who led me back to the mass burial? I looked at the bloody palm print on the wall and thought to myself.

As I was lost in thought, a golden light burst through the window and turned into a masked figure dressed in tatters. This humane method is extremely high, and with one arrow step, he grabbed Monk Ziyang's throat with one hand, and with a wave of powerful golden aura with his left hand, he knocked over the red robe that was still in Monk Ziyang's hand to the ground, and a black qi rose from the ground and transformed into Zuo Yingqiu.

"A bunch of bald donkeys, embarrassed by a little doll, are not afraid of ruining Zici's reputation as a bald donkey?" The masked man in black pinched Ziyang's throat with one hand, sarcastically mocking the monks. Listening to his voice, Yanran is an old man.

"Who are you, why do you want to meddle in the affairs of this temple!" Although Monk Ziyang was pinched by the masked man in black, he still squeezed out these words. And the monks who came back to their senses on the side were a little impatient, intending to rescue the monk Ziyang who was choked by the throat by the masked man in black.

"Whoever dares to move, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will immediately twist off the neck of Ziyang's bald donkey, and all of them will be rolled out of the door for Lao Tzu!" the masked man spoke again.

The monks looked at each other, but in order to protect the safety of Monk Ziyang, they all obediently did so.

"How can the old man be greedy for life and afraid of death! Before, the old man still had some doubts, with Yang Shizhu's current Dao method, if he wanted to sneak attack my senior brother, he might not be able to succeed, but if he had a master like you by his side to help, it would be difficult to say. Presumably you and Yang Shizhu are in the same group, since the old man can't avenge his senior brother, what's the matter if he dies today!" Monk Ziyang said this with his eyes closed, and made a look of seeing death as home.

"Hahaha, the old beggar never kills rats, and you don't have the qualifications to die at my hands. ”

After finishing speaking, the masked man in black let go of the hand that was holding Monk Ziyang, and cast a spell at an extremely fast speed to conjure up two golden rays of light, taking me and Zuo Yingqiu away from Pingle Temple.

Who is the masked man in black who saved us? Why did he save me and Zuo Yingqiu? Who is he? Could it be Nangong Xiang Yue or an evil spirit? Because it is recorded in the black-skinned secretary that the Taoist who can control the golden light must be a great powerhouse. But I know he must not be Dustbreaker, because Dustbreaker won't save me!