The shadow seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity, hovering in the air for a long time, and finally made up his mind and flew towards the golden rooster.

At the same time, the tornado followed.

An extremely strange scene suddenly appeared in the temple-

A shadow as slender as a dragon, followed by a tornado several feet high, rushed towards the golden rooster statue overwhelmingly, as if intending to break through it.

Zhang Yang stood in the distance, looking at the scene in front of him with a smile, and couldn't help muttering: "Interesting, shadow revenge?"

Before the words fell, the shadow had already flown in front of the golden rooster, and without saying a word, it was directly entangled.

The tornado followed, and the statue of the golden rooster was as small as a speck of dust in front of it, and in the blink of an eye, it was completely engulfed.

It seems that the statue is a sure thing to break, and under the strength of the wind, even if it is not broken, it will fall to the ground and shatter in pieces.

Soon, however, an unexpected scene occurred.

At the moment when the tornado engulfed the golden rooster statue, another golden light flashed.

This golden light is comparable to the golden light of the previous Buddha hall, and it can only be said that it is more than equal.

And this light, as soon as it appeared, it was like a glow, with a deep solemnity and solemnity, calm and atmospheric, as if the real Buddha had come to the world.

The tornado collapsed in an instant, although it was huge, but it was less than one percent of this golden light, and almost in the blink of an eye, it lost its previous strength and dissipated into the air.

And the shadow seemed to sense the situation behind it, and before it could turn around, a ray of light fell, and it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Tranquility suddenly returned to the monastery.

Except for the bitter cold wind and the unknown birds and insects chirping in the mountains, everything was so quiet and peaceful.

The waning moon hung high on the branches, and there was no starlight around, making it seem a little lonely.

When the moonlight fell, the golden rooster still held its head high, its comb soared into the sky, and it grabbed a centipede in its claws.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang was quite shocked in his heart, he really didn't expect such a strange thing to happen here.

A shadow, as if alive, attacked first towards the Buddha Hall, and then towards the Golden Rooster Statue.

If this is spread, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

Even Zhang Yang had never seen a shadow with such great power, and it could form a wind attack.

At first, Zhang Yang thought it was a demon, after all, only the demon clan has this mysterious ability.

But when he saw that in the end, the shadow really dispersed into the air, leaving no trace, and Zhang Yang couldn't help frowning.

Obviously, this is not an entity, just like light dispels shadows and leaves nothing behind.

Puzzled, Zhang Yang didn't plan to dig any further, turned around and was about to go back, when a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then saw that it was the little monk who came back from the fight, and said with a faint smile: "Little Master, is there something wrong?"

"No, it's okay, donor, it's windy in the middle of the night, it's easy to catch a cold, please go back to your room to rest quickly!"

The little monk raised the corners of his mouth and laughed, his face was unclear, and he pointed to the meditation room in the side courtyard with a gong stick and said.

"I'll go back now!"

Zhang Yang smiled politely, arched his hand to him, and turned to walk over.

However, Zhang Yang had just walked a few steps, then stopped again, turned his head to look at the little monk, and looked at him playfully: "The abbot is about to get out of the customs, right?"

"Yes, donor, it will be out on the fifteenth of this month, and there are still two days to go. ”

The little monk paused, turned around and saluted Zhang Yang.

"Fifteen?!"

Zhang Yang laughed to himself, didn't say anything more, and went back to the meditation room to rest.

The night passed, and the next morning passed.

Zhang Yang had just woken up when he heard a quick knock outside the door.

"Immortal Master, are you awake, I'm an old ghost!"

It was the voice of the old ghost Guo.

"Come in!"

Zhang Yang said lazily, slowly got up, and sat down at the table.

Guo Lao Ghost pushed the door in, looking a little excited and excited, and was about to say something when he saw that Zhang Yang's face was wrong, he couldn't help but pause and asked, "Immortal Master, ...... What's going on?"

"Nothing, did you hear any strange noises last night?"

Zhang Yang waved his hand, only then did he realize that his face had indeed changed, and he was slightly surprised in his heart.

"No, I slept comfortably last night, I have to say, the food cooked by the little monk is delicious, I haven't eaten such a fragrant meal for a long time!"

Old Ghost Guo shook his head, and finished with a strange face, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes again.

"By the way, you came here in a hurry, what's wrong?"

Zhang Yang didn't ask any more questions, after all, what happened last night was indeed a bit bizarre, and it had nothing to do with him, his purpose was just to mix Yuanzhu, and he didn't plan to interfere in these things outside his body.

"Immortal Master, you were really right yesterday, those seven or eight bedding were indeed specially prepared, and early this morning, guess who I saw?"

Old Ghost Guo was very excited and hurriedly got the truth.

"Who?"

Zhang Yang still asked without the slightest interest.

"Sisters and brothers of the Qin family, Qin Sang and Qin Ping!"

Guo Lao ghost said.

"They?" Zhang Yang was stunned, a little surprised.

"Not only that, there are many people, and most of them are martial artists, I'm afraid this Thousand Chicken Ming Temple is not peaceful!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help frowning, what the hell is this guy doing in Juekong?

The mystery of the mixed yuan bead, once it appears, is enough to cause the world to go crazy for it, he even dares to spread the news and attract so many martial arts masters to come, isn't he afraid that the mixed yuan bead will not be guaranteed?

"Immortal Master, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhang Yang had been silent, Guo Lao Ghost was stunned and hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, how many of these people do you recognize?"

Zhang Yang came back to his senses, returned to the table and sat down, calmly poured a glass of water, and said.

"Not much, but what is certain is that almost all of them are master-level figures, and it is not easy to meet one on weekdays, but today they are all gathered together, which shows that their purpose is the same as ours, that is, to mix Yuan Zhu!"

Old Ghost Guo shook his head and sighed heavily, his words full of deep jealousy and worry.

"You, an old ghost hiding in the ghost capital, will also recognize so many celebrities?"

Zhang Yang laughed and teased.

"Immortal Master, do you know, although the ghost capital is remote, it is the most well-informed place, and there is a guy who specializes in selling news, I have some friendship with him, these are all from him. ”

Hearing Zhang Yang say this, Guo Lao Ghost immediately stood up with pride and was quite confident.

Knock knock!

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door, and Guo Lao Ghost went over to open the door and saw that it was a little monk in the temple, so he asked, "Little Master, is there something wrong?"

"Amitabha, Master Guo, Master Zhang, the other guests have already arrived, Uncle Juekong asked me to invite you to the lobby for a gathering!"

The little monk humbly bowed to the two of them and said with a smile.

When Guo Lao Ghost heard this, he didn't dare to make his own decisions, but turned around and looked at Zhang Yang.

After Zhang Yang heard this, he took a sip of tea slowly, the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted, revealing a meaningful smile, and he got up and said slowly: "Okay, go back and tell Juekong, we will be there soon!"

"Okay, the little monk will return to Uncle Juekong!"

After hearing this, the little monk didn't stay too long, turned around and went out.

After the little monk left, Zhang Yang also got up and walked out, followed by Guo Lao Ghost.

Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The majesty is solemn, the law is solemn, and the hall is built very imposingly.

Although it is a building from several decades ago, for some reason, it is very well preserved, and although the whole is a little dilapidated, you can still see the majesty of the time.

In the main hall, there are many Buddha statues, and it is silent, and only some whispers can be faintly heard.

In front of the wide futon in front of the Buddha, there were several groups of people standing sparsely, including an old man with white hair, a fair lady in her prime, and a few young people.

Everyone stood together in groups of two or three, as if they were waiting for something, and in the process, they inevitably looked at each other.

Qin Ping and his sister Qin Sang stood in the corner of the main hall, looking at so many people in the main hall, they couldn't help but be shocked, and asked incredulously: "Sister, what's the situation, why are there so many martial arts masters?"

Qin Sang's face was also quite ugly, and she looked at these people in front of her, her mood was extremely complicated.

Yes, almost all of the people who come are from martial arts families, including the older generation of martial arts masters who have been famous for a long time, and there are also young heroes who have been in the limelight in recent years.

"I don't know, this temple has been desolate for several years, and today there are so many people all of a sudden, could it be that the news of the mixed yuan bead has leaked out?"

Qin Sang guessed, and at the same time, his eyes swept everyone coldly.

The nearest middle-aged man in a green military uniform, with a grim expression and an expressionless face, was standing in a military posture at the moment.

In front of him, there stood an old man in a white practice uniform, slightly hunched back, his hands and feet seemed to be a little inconvenient, and he was on a cane, but the gaze in his eyes was extremely sharp, as if he could kill people invisibly by looking at them.

These two are Zheng Lie and Zheng Zhongqing of the famous Zheng family in northern Chu.

"Is the Zheng family crazy, they actually sent the cold-faced murderer Zheng Lie out, and they also brought Zheng Lao Ghost with him, which swept half of the characters in northern Chu back then!"

Qin Ping looked at the two of them, couldn't help but gasp suddenly, and involuntarily took two steps back, attached to Qin Sang's ear, trembling and trembling.

Although he is young, after all, he was born in a martial arts family, and he can be regarded as a treasure for the anecdotes of these martial arts figures.

"Ping'er, shut up, if you are heard by Zheng's seniors, grandpa won't be able to save you!"

Qin Sang hurriedly stopped Qin Ping, afraid that he would say something out of the ordinary again.

"Why hasn't Master Juekong come out yet, when will we have to wait?!"

At this time, someone couldn't hold it anymore and shouted with an irritated face.

Many eyes all gathered to see a big man, born with five big tigers and three thick tigers, with a full beard, like a wild man who had just climbed out of the deep mountains.