"Also, what do you think I would do if I told Master Jue Yin about this?"

Zhang Yang said coldly, his tone was as flat as water, but it was full of threat.

"Okay, okay, Master Zhang, please feel free!"

Juekong's face was flushed and he stared at Zhang Yang, his teeth squeaked, and it took a long time before he slowly spit out these words, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and opened the door and walked out.

Seeing Juekong leaving in embarrassment, Guo Lao Ghost finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly came to Zhang Yang's side, and said, "Immortal Master Zhang, Juekong is the abbot after all, isn't it a little inappropriate for you to do this?"

"It's okay, I have my own measure!"

Zhang Yang waved his hand casually and didn't say anything more, and at this time, the little monk happened to come over with a tray, and when he saw that both of them were standing at the door, he hurriedly said:

"Two donors, it's time to eat, please come into the house to eat!"

As he spoke, the little monk entered the door and put the food on the table.

"There's Master Lao!"

Old Ghost Guo hurriedly thanked him.

"The donor is polite, please forgive the two donors, this temple is remote, not better than the outside world, coarse tea and light rice, more care!"

The little monk nodded at the two, finished with an apologetic face, and hurriedly defended Uncle Juekong twice, telling them not to take it to heart.

After finishing speaking, the little monk's lips moved, and he stopped talking, and a hint of taboo flashed in his eyes.

After Zhang Yang saw it, he put down the dishes and chopsticks and said to him: "Little Master, what else is the matter, but it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"That's right, two donors, if you also hear any strange noises and strange things when you are sleeping at night, please don't pay attention to it, let alone go out, just rest in peace!"

The little monk gritted his teeth, the taboo on his face deepened a little, hesitated for a long time, and finally whispered.

"Strange noises?"

When Guo Lao Ghost heard this, his face was immediately full of doubts, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and hurriedly asked.

"The little monk is inconvenient to say, and I hope that the two donors will keep it in mind, and the little monk will retire!"

The little monk did not answer Guo Laogui's words, but hung his head with a rather taboo face, and after saluting the two, he turned around and went out.

"Hey, what do you mean, why don't you make it clear, what's weird?"

Old Ghost Guo didn't give up, and was about to go out to catch up with the little monk to ask what was going on, but Zhang Yang called him softly.

"No need, he is so secretive about this matter, there must be a reason, and at night, he will naturally know!"

Zhang Yang didn't have too much curiosity, but just smiled faintly.

In fact, most of the strange things in the world's mouth are just phenomena that you can't understand, and they are not a big deal.

Therefore, for the little monk's kind reminder, Zhang Yang only laughed after tea, and soon left it behind and ignored it.

Then, after the two finished eating, Guo Lao Ghost continued to secretly stare at Master Juekong's actions, while Zhang Yang went out and turned around.

The temple is located on the top of a mountain, and as evening approaches, the temperature drops sharply, not as mild as before.

The cold wind blew and blew Zhang Yang's seemingly thin body.

Zhang Yang walked around aimlessly with his hands behind his back.

In fact, from Juekong's reaction before, he already knew that although the Mixed Yuan Bead existed in this temple, he didn't seem to know where the Mixed Yuan Bead was.

Otherwise, if he really had the Mixed Yuan Bead in his hand, then when he opened his mouth to ask, he would definitely deny it.

After all, this is a hot potato, and once the Pokémon that everyone thinks of getting is known to the world in their hands, there will be no unwarranted disaster.

The so-called puff is not guilty of his crimes, and it is very likely that Juekong will give his life because of this.

But since he didn't know where the mixed yuan bead was, then only the abbot knew.

Zhang Yang wandered around, trying to find the retreat of Abbot Jueyin.

But helplessly, although the Qianjiming Temple was dilapidated, it was unusually large, and he had been strolling for half an hour, but he did not find any retreat place, but saw a few strange things.

At this moment, Zhang Yang is standing in front of a sculpture.

It was a huge golden rooster, with a handsome head and a tall comb and a proud demeanor, with one claw raised high and the other claw stomped on the ground.

Zhang Yang looked at its claws and saw that it was clutching a centipede.

The centipede was twitching all over, looking back at the head of the chicken, desperately trying to escape.

All this is carved vividly, as if it were real, I have to admire the sculptor, it is really a miracle.

Zhang Yang stopped and watched for a long time, but he didn't notice anything wrong, and turned to leave.

And at the moment when he left, he kept it open, and his bright and powerful corns suddenly blinked.

……

Zhang Yang returned to the meditation room, Guo Lao Ghost was already inside, and when he saw him come in, he hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Immortal Master, there is still no movement, what do you say he is thinking?"

Zhang Yang walked in, came to the table and sat down, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and said slowly: "He should be in a hurry!"

"In a hurry?"

Old Ghost Guo was stunned and asked puzzled.

"Because he doesn't know where the mixed yuan bead is. ”

"Why, didn't you say that before?"

Old Ghost Guo was taken aback and hurriedly said.

"Yes, but I just wandered around the temple and found something interesting. ”

Zhang Yang nodded as he hooked his lips and smiled coldly.

"What's interesting?"

Old Ghost Guo asked, he didn't see anything, he just wanted to find the Mixed Yuan Zhu quickly and leave here.

"He seems to have known we were coming!"

Zhang Yang said lightly.

"What?"

Zhang Yang's words suddenly shocked Guo Laogui's face changed, his face was full of incredulity, and he exclaimed.

"Yes, and there is more than one. ”

Zhang Yang continued.

"Immortal Master, what did you see?"

The more Guo Laogui listened, the more confused he became, so he had to look at Zhang Yang with an inquiring gaze and beg for an answer.

"When I first went out, it was dusk, and there was a drying rack in the backyard with seven or eight bedding on it. ”

Zhang Yang put his hands behind his back, smiled indifferently, and continued: "Our bedding is almost all new, and it has just been dried, and even the meals are fresh vegetables. ”

Hearing this, Guo Lao Ghost faintly had some eyebrows, and hurriedly answered: "Seven or eight bedding? This is impossible, I just heard the little monk say that in addition to the two of them, there is only one abbot in this temple, what does it mean to expose such a bedding?"

"Yes, so I said, he had expected us to come back, and he had prepared it for him. ”

Zhang Yang said.

"Immortal Master, the old ghost doesn't understand, why did he do this?"

Old Ghost Guo asked suspiciously.

"I haven't figured this out for the time being, I'm afraid I'll find out tomorrow when others come!"

Zhang Yang also frowned, this temple was too weird, even he couldn't understand what these monks were doing.

There are also those Buddha statues in the main hall, which should be solemn and benevolent, and the posture of purifying all sentient beings.

However, when Zhang Yang looked at it, there was a cold and cold feeling, like a hell cave.

"No matter what the reason, I must get the mixed yuan beads, and those who dare to stop me will not be left behind!"

Zhang Yang's expression was resolute, and he snorted coldly outside the window, muttering to himself.

Old Ghost Guo stood behind Zhang Yang, looking at his isolated and arrogant back, he suddenly felt that he was insignificant, like a speck of dust, and hurriedly and cautiously pushed open the door and walked out.

At night, the cold wind is even stronger.

The monastery is located on the top of the mountain, and it is inevitable that the cold wind will be cold, so Zhang Yang sits cross-legged on the bed and continues to practice.

The aura of this place is far better than the place he has been, although for him, it is still a drop in the bucket, but it is better than nothing.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles!"

At the same time, the sound of the little monk beating the guard suddenly sounded outside the door, and a gong sounded accompanied by a shout, which seemed very meager in the cold wind.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses from his cultivation, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, but carefully felt the movement around him.

The voice of the little monk came from far and near, and soon arrived in front of Zhang Yang's room.

There was a slight pause in the voice, and then he moved on to the next meditation room.

The sound faded away.

A subtle sound of breaking the air sounded silently, and at the same time, somewhere in the temple, a slender black shadow flashed out.

Zhang Yang saw that the time had passed, so he planned to lie down and rest, but just as he was about to lie down, a black shadow flashed in front of the window.

Hiss!

A sound similar to a poisonous snake spitting out a letter sounded, and Zhang Yang sat down from the bed, looked out the window, and frowned.

Zhang Yang thought back to the long shadow he had just seen, and couldn't help but remember what the little monk said earlier that something strange would happen in the middle of the night.

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost, and see how the deity has broken your puzzle!"

Hiss!

There was another scream, although it was very light, but Zhang Yang's hearing was so sensitive, he immediately heard the source of the sound, and quickly opened the door and walked out.

A waning moon hangs obliquely in the middle of the sky, shining on the temple, mottled with light and shadow.

The leaves swayed in the wind, and the shadows swayed with them.

Suddenly, the shadow under a tree not far away kept swaying with the cold wind, and finally slowly turned into a long dragon waving its claws, rushing towards the Buddha Hall.

Bang!

As soon as the shadow touched the Buddha Hall, he saw the Buddha Hall flash with golden light, and the holy and solemn brilliance dispelled all the shadows at once.

And the shadow, as if it had a physical entity, let out a miserable roar, and dispersed into the air with a thud.

Zhang Yang looked at this scene, and his heart was slightly touched.

He was confident that what he saw was not an illusion, but a living shadow, a shadow with self-awareness.

But how could the shadow be self-conscious and attack the Buddha Hall?

Just when Zhang Yang was puzzled, the shadows that scattered into the air, as if they couldn't be killed, actually gathered together again and swept towards the backyard.

Zhang Yang didn't stop, and immediately followed, seeing that it swept in front of the golden rooster statue in one go.

The shadow suddenly became very manic, and it spun faster and faster in the air, stirring the cold wind, and slowly forming a tornado.

In an instant, the surrounding area suddenly flew sand, rocks, and dust.

What's more, the debris on the side of the cliff was also swept over, and all of them flew into the whirlpool formed by the tornado.

Eventually, the wind gathered and an infinitely powerful force descended.