This time back to Yulin Mountain, the masters of the Ghost King Gate were murderous, and Xu Yan seemed even more interested. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The more people who go, the more people can die.

Fortunately, Zhuo Tianying didn't come......

Xu Yan glanced at Zhuo Shaoyu and Yang Ge not far away, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently curved, but they instantly turned into his usual smirk.

The earth has long been revived, at a glance the sky is blue and the grass is green, it is the beginning of summer, the white bamboo on Yulin Mountain can be seen from afar, the white one, covered with green mountains, like the winter snow has not melted.

Since the end of the New Year, Xu Yan has been living in the Ghost King Gate for nearly four months, and these days except for a time when Fengdu City cleared Dapu Decency, Xu Yan went out for the first time in the New Year.

It's just that this time I went out, and it is unknown whether I can go back alive.

There was a trace of irritability in his heart, Xu Yan felt that his heart was a little itchy, and he couldn't scratch it, so he had to scratch the skin of his heart, and he couldn't see it through the brocade clothes, in fact, his heart had already been scratched by himself.

After half a year, the poison of black poppy grass is about to attack.

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, Xu Yan gradually calmed down.

Itching is just a sign of the attack of the black poppy, if the poisonous weed really starts, it is not itching, but longing, fish looking forward to water, birds looking to fly, people, wanting to breathe air.

That kind of longing will make people completely turn into evil spirits!

Thinking of the poisonous power of the black poppy grass, Xu Yan would be cold, but fortunately, Yulin Mountain was already close at hand.

This time, the soldiers sent to Yulin Mountain, not only the people of the Ghost King Gate, but also the garrison of Fengdu City, a full 2,000 elite soldiers, these garrisons belonging to Fengdu City, are all under General Yan, after all, the reputation of Yulin Temple is not small, in the Qi country to do something to this kind of century-old ancient temple, the Ghost King Gate will also be a little jealous.

With people from the official family, it will be easy to do, as long as the military can testify that the old monk of Wuzhi colluded with the barbarians, it will not be a big deal to burn down the Yulin Temple.

More than 10,000 people and horses, mighty, Zhuo Shaoyu is not ready to use the means of sneak attack this time, he wants to rush into Yulin Temple openly and question the old thief of Wuzhi.

Ah Qi's head was carried by Zhuo Shaoyu, with this physical evidence, he was not afraid of being unwise and quibbling.

The mountain road is very wide, allowing the army to climb the mountain, and when the Yulin Temple located on the top of the mountain is surrounded by the three layers of the people in the Ghost King Gate, the eighteen Taibao should break into the door first, and the tall temple gate was smashed to pieces by the angry Taibao.

The chaos outside the door alarmed the monks in the temple, a thin old monk wearing a red robe stepped forward to salute, not impatient or impatient, looking very steady, not an unwise monk.

"Where's that bald donkey!"

A Taibao opened his mouth and scolded: "Let him get out of here, even the remnants of the barbarians dare to take him in, he thinks his life is too long!"

Zhuo Shaoyu stood in the middle of the crowd, staring coldly at the monk opposite, his expression extremely gloomy.

The abbot of Yulin Temple is a monk without wisdom, and now he is wearing a big red robe is not unwise, which can only show that the original abbot of Yulin Temple has passed away, and in a temple, only the abbot is qualified to wear a big red robe.

"Amitabha, the donor is one step late. There was sadness in the eyes of the thin old monk, and he said, "Senior Brother Wuzhi has passed away......

"Death?"

"Dead?"

"Last year, he was still alive, and he died as soon as our eighteenth Taibao came?"

The Taibao were furious, and someone rushed up to grab the old monk's neck, scolding again and again, but the old monk was not afraid, and there were words in his mouth, what kind of life and death reincarnation, Xitian Bliss, as if he also wanted to die with Wuzhi.

"When did Monk Wuzhi die?" Zhuo Shaoyu asked with a calm face, and ordered the Taibao who grabbed the old monk to let go, even if Wuzhi died, he had to see the corpse.

"This morning, as the light comes. The old monk said truthfully.

died today, it was still morning, Zhuo Shaoyu, who heard the news, his eyes were red with anger, and he asked, "Where is his body!"

It's still morning, not even noon, early in the morning is the army of the Ghost King Gate on the way to Yulin Mountain, the mountain is extremely high, if you stand in the Yulin Temple this morning, you can see the army in the distance at a glance.

It's time to die.

Zhuo Shaoyu suppressed his anger, Wuzhi died strangely, he thought that the other party should want to play a golden cicada shell, and play this kind of trick in front of his Ghost King Gate Taibao, really regarded Zhuo Shaoyu as a fool.

The young master of the Ghost King Gate asked, the old monk did not dare to slack off, and took out a jade bead from his arms tremblingly, held it with both hands, and said: "Senior Brother Wuzhi has already listened to the scriptures in front of the Buddha, and the bones do not exist, only a relic remains." ”

Syllable!

The so-called relics flew with a palm, and then the sword light flashed, and Zhuo Shaoyu slashed the old monk in front of him with a sword.

Staring at the dying old monk, the great Taibao shouted violently: "Search for me! Dig three feet into the ground and dig out Wuzhi for me!"

The Great Taibao gave an order, and the people of the Ghost King Gate said yes and began to search vigorously, and the entire Yulin Temple was turned upside down, and more than 300 monks in the temple were tied into zongzi, and they were lined up in more than a dozen rows in the square outside the main hall.

After noon, Yulin Temple can no longer be called Yulin Temple, except for the monk who was caught, there is not even a live ant in the whole temple, but all those who are panting have been crushed to death.

Thousands of people searched, and in the end there was still no trace of Wuzhi, just like the old monk who had just breathed his last breath said, Wuzhi has become a Buddha in the flesh, and only relics remain.

Xu Yan believes that someone can really become a Buddha, but it will definitely not be the unwise man who is dressed in a ghost, he finds the most effort, because the unwise monk is his last move to kill chess, if he can't even see people, how can he let the demon monk start a war with the Eighteen Taibao.

Turning around the entire Yulin Temple, Xu Yan even stared at his left eye fiercely, still didn't find anything, and finally reluctantly returned to the main hall, the Taibao were gathering in the Buddha hall, one by one, they were angry, especially Zhuo Shaoyu, who was so teased by others, how could he swallow this evil breath.

Until it was close to dusk, the Buddha statues in the main hall of Yulin Temple were smashed open by the people of the Ghost King Gate, and the unwise monk seemed to have disappeared completely, and there was no trace.

Since he was not in the temple, the biggest possibility was that Wuzhi fled into Yulin Mountain, and Zhuo Shaoyu, who had regained his calm, instructed all his subordinates to prepare to surround the mountain, even if he hollowed out Yulin Mountain, he would dig Wuzhi out.

There are already officers and soldiers stationed in Fengdu City under the mountain, this time when they arrived at Yulin Mountain, Zhuo Shaoyu in order to kill the enemy, only took a small half of the people into Yulin Temple, most of the nearly 10,000 people were left under the mountain by him, Yulin Mountain is very high, but not too big, tens of thousands of people are enough to surround the mountain.

From nightfall, countless torches are lit on Yulin Mountain, and there is a huge wind lantern every ten zhang, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

A night of searching the mountain, from midnight to dawn, eighteen Taibao were not idle, each Taibao with a large number of people searched for a whole night, not to mention the unwise monks, the entire Yulin Mountain was searched, not even a robe was found.

The morning light struck and shone on Xu Yan's young face, he was resting against an old tree with a crooked neck, and his clear eyes flashed with a hint of expectation in the morning light.

Xu Yan didn't find the unwise monk, but he found that the old tree behind him was a little different.

The old tree hugged by the three of them grows crookedly, clinging to the mountain rocks, and the stone wall of the mountain is only half a zhang away.

There was no one behind the tree, but in Xu Yan's eyes, the mountain stone wall behind the old tree was not a stone wall, but a layer of gray mist exactly the same as the stone wall!