Chapter Eighty-Three: What is the use of garbage?
He didn't even look at it, and was thrown out of Yong'an Pavilion by the cold moon shadow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
"Ahh
After a moment's pause, those who came to burn incense and worship the Buddha suddenly burst out into a high-pitched shout, and then all fled towards the outside of Yong'an Pavilion.
"What's going on?"
At this moment, more than a dozen monks with long sticks ran in from outside again, looking menacing.
"It's this person, maybe it has something to do with the old man Wuchen, kill him!" the monk said coldly, without any hesitation at all, although he is a monk, it can be seen that he has done a lot of murder, and he can't hide his murderous aura.
Several monks showed a sinister smile, and they couldn't help but step forward together, and the long sticks in their hands struck towards the cold moon shadow fiercely, with an extremely fast speed and a whistling wind.
Cold Moon Shadow's eyes flashed a trace of coldness, standing in place and not retreating for half a minute, his hands caught the two long sticks in front of him, and he pulled it back hard, and kicked it sideways violently, the power was so great that the monk who was kicked flew out and hit another person on the side.
The remaining monks looked startled, and used all their strength to aim at the cold moon shadow.
Dangdang!
The long stick slammed into the ground, making a small crack, but the three of them were pale.
Because the cold moon shadow was still standing where they had been laid down just now, but now it disappeared like a ghost.
"I don't think your hands will be used to participate in meditation and beat wooden fish, what's the use of keeping them. ”
Demonic voices sounded behind the three of them, click, click, several crisp sounds sounded, and the painful screams of the two came out of the mouths of the two monks, and their hands hung down like puppets on both sides of their bodies, completely unconscious.
"Little... Boy, do you know that this is the territory of the Jiang family, you are presumptuous here, and how many lives you have is not enough for you!"
"Dog thing!"
Cold Moon Shadow snorted coldly, only to see sword shadows coming all over the sky, even the surrounding air became cold, countless sword shadows penetrated the monk's body, and instantly blood splattered, staining the entire ground red.
"Help!"
The remaining monks were already overwhelmed with fear, and screamed and wanted to run towards the door.
Cold Moon Shadow kicked behind the two of them, and with a clang, slammed into the two doors, closing the doors just right, blocking the way of the fleeing monk.
"Answer questions if you don't want to die. Cold Moon Shadow said coldly, there was no room for negotiation in his words, and the supreme momentum made it impossible to refuse.
"I... I'll listen to you, Childe. Leave me alone. The monk immediately knelt down in front of Cold Moon Shadow and begged for mercy.
"When did the Dustless Master's Spirit Tablet be removed?"
"I... We don't know much either...... But at least for a few decades......"
Another monk said, "I heard it seems to be the old man...... No, no, no, after the fall of the Shadow Saint, the Dustless Master's spirit position card was not removed, saying that it was not allowed to place the spirit seat that raised the murderous demon of Cold Moon Shadow......"
When Cold Moon Shadow heard the words of these monks, her heart suddenly felt a pain.
It's all because of their own reasons, so the dustless spiritual position no longer exists, not to mention accepting people's incense offerings for a hundred years, even the spiritual position card is no longer here.
Han Yueying grabbed the collar of a monk in front of him and lifted it up, and said coldly: "Then is the spirit tablet of Master Wuchen still in the temple now!"
"This ......" The monk hesitated, his eyes wandering and he didn't dare to look at the cold moon shadow.
Flutter!
The ghostly sword pierced the man's heart fiercely, and then threw it to the side like garbage.
At this time, all the monks seemed to be in the cold ice pool water, their whole bodies trembled, and they knelt forward one after another, saying, "Yes... It was this abbot of Jianghua who burned it down, and he... He said that this kind of garbage is left in the ancestral hall to take up space..... So ....."
"Where are the others now?"
"The abbot is usually not in the temple, maybe in which restaurant, because we don't usually dare to ask, so I'm not sure......"
"Jiang Hua. Cold Moon Shadow muttered in her heart, and she had already included this person in the must-kill list.
"Childe, we've already said everything we know, let us go. ”
Several monks cried and screamed with tears streaming down their faces, and there was still a little bit of arrogance at the beginning. In the past hundred years, the appearance of this Jinkong Temple has become more and more brilliant, but the people here have become things that have become dogs fighting people, turning Jinkong Temple into a place of black smoke and miasma, and all the incense money that has been enshrined has been used on the land of flowers.
"Leave you alone, what's the use of you dogs? ”
As soon as the cold moon shadow spoke, the blood-colored light flashed in the Yong'an Pavilion, and I saw that the bright red blood was like a blood rain, turning the Yong'an Pavilion into a blood-red piece, and the scattered corpses were lying on the ground, everyone's eyes were wide, everyone didn't come back to their senses, they were still in shock, and they lost their breath.
......
"What the hell is going on?"
Not long after, the monks of many temples before Yong'an Pavilion came here, and they were all terrified when they saw the scene in front of them.
The corpses on the ground lay on the ground, more than a dozen monks were lying in pools of blood, and the walls on the ground were all stained with blood.
However, the spiritual position placed on the spiritual platform was not contaminated in the slightest, and it also had the name that Cold Moon Shadow used to be familiar with, so Cold Moon Shadow would not let the blood of those monks stain those spiritual seats, because it was not worthy.
"Go and inform the abbot. ”
"Yes. ”
At the same time, Cold Moon Shadow had already left the Golden Sky Temple.
A hundred years have passed, and in fact, when he was above the Nine Heavenly Domains, Cold Moon Shadow never thought that he would be able to come back here.
But now that I can return here, I feel like I am blessed by God, but time flies, and things are changing. It was because of his own reasons that Wuchen didn't even place the spiritual position in the Golden Sky Temple where he had lived all his life, so that Han Yueying not only blamed himself, but also had an unprecedented anger in his heart.
A hundred years ago, the world's admired and feared Shadow Saint had no father and no mother, and was brought up by Wuchen, since the memory of Cold Moon Shadow, that kind smile has always been by his side, until he died, Wuchen's heart is most concerned about Cold Moon Shadow.
Therefore, Dustless is the only dear relative that Cold Moon Shadow cannot forget, although there is no blood relationship, but no one can replace Dustless in Cold Moon Shadow's heart!
Now that the spiritual positions have been destroyed, how can Cold Moon Shadow not be angry.
"Master, do you want to find that person named Jiang Hua?"
Bai Yujing could feel the killing intent of the cold moon shadow, which was the introverted killing intent, far more terrifying and terrifying than the killing intent that was revealed.
Cold Moon Shadow's eyes flashed a cold color, and he said in a deep voice, "His life must be!"