Seeing the dead cult disciples stand up again, I instinctively thought that danger was approaching, and drove the remnant soul power to prepare to meet the enemy. But at this moment, those originally dead cult disciples suddenly disappeared on the spot, what happened?

"Young master, don't worry, Ying Qiu just thinks that letting these corpses be exposed will frighten the villagers, so just now I cast a ghost spell to make them all disappear, and I also asked them to wave your hand to say goodbye. ”

It turned out to be a ghost made by Zuo Yingqiu, which scared me, I really thought that ghosts without souls would also cheat corpses? After listening to Zuo Yingqiu's explanation, I ran towards the mass grave mountain without looking back.

By the time I returned to the junction of the suburbs, it was already dark, and I had already withdrawn the ghost of Zuo Yingqiu from my arm to prevent unnecessary trouble. As I strode back to the hotel, a painful wail reached my eardrums, and I walked in to see a peasant woman sitting on the ground crying, and a group of people around me were also pointing and pointing, and I walked into the crowd out of curiosity.

"I don't know if the old Zhang family committed Tai Sui, and the whole family of eight and the poultry did not survive overnight, and the death was terrifying, causing evil!" said an old woman in the crowd to another middle-aged man.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man whispered in the old woman's ear with a slightly mysterious look: "I don't think it's the old Zhang family who committed Tai Sui, it's the feng shui that destroyed this place when Fangba Town was building roads! You see, last night, the lives of eight members of the old Zhang family were gone, and several members of the Li family and the Sun family also died in an unknown way, and even the Pingle Temple suffered a fire, and the monks were killed and injured innumerably, and I heard that even the master of the presiding officer, Zici, died! The most damn annoying thing is that the few small flower pigs that Lao Tzu just bought were bitten to death by some animal for unknown reasons. ”

When the middle-aged man talked about his small flower pig, his voice was obviously amplified a lot. However, his words conveyed too much information to me, and the most important information was that Master Zici, who opened my eyes to heaven, is also dead! Zici's death shocked me a little, with his Buddhism, it stands to reason that he should not be killed by evil ghosts, so that the information revealed by the middle-aged man is inaccurate?

"Fellow, what did you just say that someone died?

I pretended not to understand something, and asked the middle-aged man in front of me.

"Hey, you don't know yet, the whole Fangba Town has spread! We died a lot of people and poultry here last night, even Pingle Temple also suffered a fire, and the presiding officer of Pingle Temple, Master Zici, also died, don't you say it's strange!"

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were raised and the corners of his mouth pulled up and down when he said hey, obviously surprised that I didn't know about it. But judging from his expression, what the middle-aged man said should be true, so Master Zici is really dead!

"Oh, I've just arrived in the area, and I don't know much about these things, so thank you, fellow. ”

Nine times out of ten, I suspect that the death of the neighbors and poultry was the work of the evil spirits I released last night by breaking through the seal! Seeing the death of the neighbors and their whacks, I am now beginning to regret and worry a little. But if I don't break the seal, how can I release Zuo Yingqiu, if I don't take Zuo Yingqiu out of the mass burial mountain, I will break the promise I made to my grandfather. But I broke through the seal and released the ghosts of the Mass Burial Mountain, and let them be the one to the disaster, and now even the high monks of Pingle Temple have not been spared from this catastrophe! What should I do now? What should I do? I thoughtfully walked out of the crowd.

No matter, go to Pingle Temple to find out. If what the middle-aged man said was true, Master Zici had already been killed, and as soon as Master Zici died, he would have taken away more information about my parents.

With mixed feelings, I don't know how long I walked, and in a trance I came to the temple gate of Pingle Temple. As far as the eye could see, the former resplendent was gone, and only a few buildings survived, and a pungent smell of scorched fire and paint permeated the temple. The temple gate, which was previously guarded by monks, was destroyed by fire. Without any hesitation, I walked up the stairs to the depths of the temple.

As I entered the depths of the temple, I was greeted by the sound of chanting and beating wooden fish, and I continued to search for the source of the sound.

When I was about to walk up the stairs through an open field, the voice of a monk came from behind me: "Amitabha, donor, my temple suffered an unknown fire last night, and we will not accept pilgrims for the time being, please forgive me." A monk about 40 years old folded his hands on his chest, bowed his head and bowed to me.

Out of the way, I also made a gesture of folding my hands and saluted: "The master really doesn't hide it, I have visited yesterday, and I came to disturb today, all because of hearsay that the master has passed away, and I hope the master will make it clear." ”

As soon as my voice fell, the face of the middle-aged monk who had been kind and kind to him changed suddenly, and he said in an accentuated tone: "You are the young man who came to this temple yesterday to inquire about the murder of his parents?"

I smiled and nodded at him, confirming what he said.

"Good boy, you dare to come back, come on, come on, come on, the kid surnamed Yang is here!" the middle-aged monk shouted and ran.

Looking at the pace of the middle-aged monk's departure, I was a little puzzled, but an ominous premonition instantly came to my heart! I wanted to run away, but driven by curiosity, I wanted to know what would happen next.

In a moment, more than 20 monks in blue robes rushed towards me along the stairs with wooden sticks in their hands, followed by some senior monks of the temple, led by an old monk who was over seventy, wearing a yellow monk's robe, wearing a red robe and holding Buddhist beads. To his left and right were a group of monks dressed in yellow and blue robes, all of whom walked towards me with solemn expressions. And the wooden fish and the sound of chanting, which seemed to be a little lively before, have long stopped beating my eardrums.

"Take it!"

The middle-aged monk who had left earlier was also in the procession of the senior monk at this time, but the sound of others arrived before he arrived.

As I spoke, the two dozen or so monks with wooden sticks had already gained a firm foothold and formed a formation facing me. However, instead of following the middle-aged monk's orders and rushing to do something to me, they pointed their sticks at me one by one, moving back and forth with small steps, and looked at me with a wary expression.

I stared blankly at what was happening in front of me.

"I don't know what mistake the junior has made, the masters are going to work so hard to arrest me!" I asked first.

"What mistake did you make? Don't you know in your heart? You young man, this temple has no grievances with you, why do you want to set fire to the temple and kill the head of our temple!" the leading monk preached to me as he descended the stairs.

The monks who had previously lined up with wooden sticks also scattered to the left or right, making way for the monks who had arrived.

"Master, the junior did not return after leaving the temple yesterday, and the murder of the son was given to preside, so where did the burning of the temple begin?" I explained.

"You demon still want to quibble, take it down for me!" The old monk in his robe, with his right hand pinching the Buddha beads, pointed at me and ordered the monk to do it.

The monks, who were still lined up on the left and right, heard the old monk's order, and some of them flew up in the air and jumped over my head and behind me, and some jumped in front of me with a side flip. In an instant, I was drowned in the sea of people by this group of monks with wooden sticks, and the curtain of a vicious fight officially opened.

What the hell is going on? Why do I always encounter one trouble after another after I go out on my travels? I must not sit idly by at this moment, and if these monks are forced to fight back, I can only defend myself.

The monks with wooden sticks did not wait for me to take a stance, but attacked me in groups. Seven or eight sticks attacked me from behind and from the side at the same time, all of them hitting my left back knee, and I was forced into a semi-bent state, but I could barely stand with the strength of the remnant. The monk with the stick in front of me and on the right did not hesitate for a moment, and all of them struck the sticks on my left and right shoulders, and at the same time pressed down with force, forcibly pressing my half-bent body into a one-knee kneeling shape.

I'm really stupid, I still had some self-blame thinking that the murder of the head of Pingle Temple and the burning of the temple were related to the ghosts I released, but now I think about it, what ghosts can resist the monks of Pingle Temple, because these people are all well-trained ghost hunters.

After being controlled by the stick-wielding monks, I held on to the ground and explained to the monks in pain: "Although I Yang Daoguan is a person born in a poor family, I am also sensible, I can't imagine that the monks of the dignified Pingle Temple will shoot at me as an unarmed person indiscriminately today, if you are blindly aggressive, don't blame me for being unkind!"

After I finished speaking, none of the monks present showed sympathy for me, but instead showed an expression of extreme disgust towards me, it seems that in their eyes, I, Yang Daoguan, am a demon who kills people and burns temples.

"Ahh

Taking advantage of the retreat of the monk with the stick, I quickly got up and launched a counterattack, grabbed a wooden stick and pulled it to my side, and the monk with the stick was pulled down by me along with the stick. I clenched my fists, punched him in the chest with a lunge, and roared, "Let you wronged me!"

The monk who was hit by me flew dozens of meters away in the direction of my fist in a bow shape with his hands and feet, and finally hung limply on a pine tree in the temple, not knowing whether he was alive or dead!

The monks at the scene all widened their eyes, looking at the monks hanging on the pine trees, and I didn't come back to my senses for a while, and I also looked at the monks who were knocked away by me with a surprised face.

Strange! The remnant soul power in my body was not so powerful before, if it was said that it was quite strong to control ghosts and punish souls, but now why is it getting stronger and stronger against living people? Could it be the result of the merger of the Sanskrit golden body and the remnant soul qi in my body! By the way, after I was insulted by Mu Guhe, I didn't feel the Sanskrit golden body breath in my body anymore, what is going on? I looked at my fist a little blankly.

"Senior Brother Jingyan••••••Senior Brother Jingyan••••••" Many monks pronounced unevenly at the same time, looking at the monk hanging among the trees in the distance and shouting. A few monks who reacted ran over with a crying voice.

"You are a demon, my Buddha has always been compassionate, and today I wanted to arrest you and send you to a place to deal with it, but you have no remorse, and you will kill my disciple in front of everyone. If I don't take you down and punish you severely, I will be sorry for the undead of the West Heaven who presided over Zici and his forty-one monks!" the old monk in his robe preached in an indignant tone.

"Stand down, let me teach you the skills of this demon!" said the old monk in his robe.

"Uncle Ziyang, although this demon path has some mana, it is not your turn to do it yourself, and I will meet him later. An old monk of about fifty years old, with one hand folded on his chest, respectfully opened his mouth to the leading monk in a robe.

"Quit, retreat!"

The leading monk Ziyang, the monk Jiehui who spoke with a short but powerful command, stepped back, and it seemed that he couldn't wait to fight me.

"Master misunderstood, although I was angry just now, and I did exert my strength when I fought with the masters who wielded the sticks, I didn't hurt anyone. It's just that I can't control the strength of my body, so I sent that little master flying, please forgive me!"

I looked at Monk Ziyang, who was about to fight me, and explained. However, I don't think anyone present will believe what I say at the moment, but I really can't control the power in my body so I seriously injured others.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the tricks!"

As soon as the words fell, Monk Ziyang moved his hand to me. He leaned forward forty-five degrees with his right foot hanging in the air, and his left foot only touched the ground on the tip of his toe, running towards me as light as a swallow, and he threw out the Buddha beads in his hand at the moment of running.

I didn't want to fight with Monk Ziyang, I just drove the remnant soul power in my body to resist with both hands in my hands. The moment the beads touched my palm, it was like a boulder crashing into me, so powerful that my arm was about to be shattered by the powerful force on his beads.

"Tick tock"

The Buddha beads were scattered all over the place, and I was pushed back a few meters away by the force of the Buddha beads, and the monk Ziyang who was running towards me did not give me the slightest chance to react, he waved his arms, and his left and right big fingers were clasped in the palms, and hit my left and right ears and cheeks head-on. Monk Ziyang's shot was really unusual, and before I had time to drive the remnant soul power in my body and make the next block pose, his left and right palms standing on his side were already close to my cheeks. I clenched my fists like a child, instinctively trying to block Ziyang's blow, but it was all in vain.

There was a loud "buzz" and I started to shake••••••

At this moment, my ears were like a bell, and someone had hit me with all my strength, and the tinnitus sounded instantly! I could clearly feel the blood flowing from my ears, nose, and mouth.

"Amitabha, Lord Yang, it's not that the old man is too heavy, but that your evil fate is too deep!"

At this moment, the ringing in my ears sounded in my ears along with Monk Ziyang's words, but I didn't have time to care about what he was saying! The body still maintained the posture that had just been blocked, and my hands were fists to protect my cheeks, the only difference was that just now my hands kept a distance from my cheeks, and after being attacked by Monk Ziyang, my fists were on my face.

After being attacked by Monk Ziyang's powerful attack, I came to my senses in the middle of the sound, and the demon in my heart flashed again with the idea of wanting me to kill these monks. I don't have a big heart, killing thoughts are my only thoughts at the moment, but Monk Ziyang seems to be able to see through my heart, and before I can make a move, he punches me in the chest again, knocking me out.

After being knocked away by Ziyang, I thought I would fall heavily to the ground, but at this moment, an invisible force instantly lifted me up and slowly fell from the air. And this power that protects me is not the power of the remnant soul in my body, who will help?

It's a monk? No way, because in their subconscious, they have already decided that I am the murderer of their host, and they want me to die at the hands of Monk Ziyang!

It can't be that Zuo Yingqiu is a ghost, if he appears in the daylight, he will definitely be burned by the sun, and besides, he was injured in the Mass Grave Mountain, how could it be him.

It's not a monk or Zuo Yingqiu, so who else will protect me at this moment? Could it be the real murderer of Zici?