In the past, he always complained to the abbot that he could not stand the smell, he could not stand it for a moment, and then he excused himself that he was going down the mountain, that he was going down the mountain to breathe fresh air, and that if he continued to smell like this, he would die.

He clearly remembered that the abbot always said to him earnestly, this kind of taste is the most tranquil and peaceful taste in the world, it is the auspicious atmosphere, it is the condensation of the prosperous years of Jinming Temple, it is a symbol of longevity, the smell is stronger, the more down-to-earth, the more peaceful the capital of Qinhuai, if one day, this taste is light, even, even one day no longer exists, Jinming Temple will not exist, and the disaster of Qinhuai will come.

The moment Zhang hunched his back pressed his chest, held his heavy breath, and rushed to the outside of the hall with all his might, the familiar scenery of the past seemed to have changed overnight, and it became strange to him, to feel trembling, and even to feel fear.

On the long steps, one corpse after another rolled down like thunder, and the hideous-faced demon opened its bloody mouth and let out bursts of wild laughter, and the bloody scimitar in his hand, like a rope waved in the hand of a slender man, stirred up one bright ripple after another in a pool of blood.

Those familiar faces were only tampered with by wounds large and small in an instant.

The big-bellied monk who hit the bell stopped hitting the bell, and used his flesh as a knife as a shield, slamming into the monsters one by one.

The tall monk who swept the floor stopped sweeping the ground, and jumped down the high steps with a broom as a blade, bound to sweep away all the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

Xiao Douzi, who chopped wood, stopped chopping wood, and his brothers rushed out of the backyard, raised the three-foot axe in their hands, and slashed at the evil heads.

What the hell is going on? Good for a big temple, what's going on?

What about the old monks? What about the old monks who are everywhere, all the time, annoying, and tiresome? Where did everyone go at the critical moment!?

If you have the ability to build a temple, but you don't have the ability to guard a temple, what kind of hero is you!

The snow-white steps are almost dyed red, and more and more people are dying, is Jinming Temple about to finish?

He hid behind the pillar, staring intently at everything around him, a pair of eyes that had been stretched by fear, but then they opened smaller and smaller, until they were painful.

He didn't dare to blink at all, he was so afraid that in the blink of an eye, this place would disappear completely, along with those who struggled to resist, familiar people, loved ones, completely disappeared!

Suddenly, a burly man, about ten feet long, jumped up the last step of the stairs, holding two bloody scimitars, approaching the hall of immeasurable merit step by step, and scolded sharply: "Call the abbot of your temple to me, otherwise I will wash the Jinming Temple in blood!" ”

Behind him, two lines of mottled bloodstains were a little dazzling.

Zhang hunched back and hid behind the pillar, his eyes quickly closed, trying to avoid the man's almost cannibalistic tiger eyes.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, his heartbeat suddenly sounded a shocking drum, and there seemed to be thousands of galloping horses in his mind.

The old monk died, and the Jinming Temple was finished.

He wants to run, he must run!

Having made up his mind, he immediately rounded the pillar and rushed desperately along the east-west corridor in front of the hall.

The moment he jumped off the end of the corridor, he was temporarily out of the werewolf's sight, and stood in place with a hunched back, his eager eyes sweeping around.

Three roads stretched out in his eyes, in front of him was the release pond, to the left was the bell tower, and to the right was the flower and tree meditation temple.

Which path should he take to escape from this Jinming Temple, which has long been entrenched?

When he was struggling with which escape path to choose, a figure suddenly moved in the afterglow.

"Abbot ......"

The familiar voice, in the panic, suddenly tugged at his heartstrings!

Zhang hunched his eyes swept inadvertently, "Elder Tang!" ”

The moment he saw Elder Tang, his whole heart felt as if he had been suddenly pulled by someone, and even breathing became extremely difficult!

He immediately knelt down in the pool of blood, watching Elder Tang in the pool of blood slowly stretch out his hand to himself, he didn't know why he felt like this, he felt that Elder Tang at this time had been strong for more than ten years, and the majesty of the past was gone in an instant, he was like a dying old man!

He had seen such a scene. In the past, the abbot took himself down the mountain to other people's homes to do rituals for people, and many of them were such things as transcending the dead.

At that time, he was still young and timid, and he was actually afraid and repulsed by that kind of scene, but out of curiosity, he couldn't help but watch it.

He saw with his own eyes that a room of people knelt in front of a corpse, crying with sorrow, and that scene immediately made his heart furious. He still remembers waking up in a nightmare for several nights after returning to the temple. After that, the abbot never took him to such a ceremony again.

I don't know if it was the lingering shadow of his childhood that caused the final deterioration, or because of what, at this moment, his heart was no longer the feeling of his childhood, and there was a completely different feeling, from the moment he saw Elder Tang, it spontaneously arose in the bottom of his heart, overflowing his entire heart.

I saw Elder Tang laboriously take out something from his arms and hand it over to him tremblingly, it was a floating order, an order to pass on the throne.

The moment I took over the floating order, I only felt extraordinarily heavy, the delicate jade carving was like the tears of the merman, exquisitely clear, Lantian jade was warm, carefully touching every texture carefully carved on it, and the drum was constantly beating in my heart!

Li Sangqi Chun, the one hundred and first abbot of Jinming Temple, Zhang Jingchun, Xuande's great disciple Lele literature

The first thing that catches your eye is the three big characters of "Zhang Jingchun", and other small characters are accompanied by each other, every word is in his eyes, recited in his heart, and in the noise of the world, there is a loud voice!

It turned out that his name was Zhang Jingchun, and it turned out that the master had named him early, and he was no longer the hunchback Zhang who was ridiculed!

It turned out that he was not forcibly pushed to the position of abbot by the old monks because he was the master's eldest disciple, it turned out that his master had already established a candidate for the new abbot!

Holding the floating order, Zhang Jingchun's eyes fell on it for a long time and it was difficult to leave.

"Abbot...... Jinming Temple...... Need you, don't ...... Ran away again. ”

Elder Tang weakly raised a few fingers, nodded on the back of his hand, and held his last breath, his lips and teeth moved slightly, as if lips spoke.

When he raised his eyes to look at the old face again, Elder Tang finally closed his eyes, "Elder-"

When the elder let go, a string of beads suddenly fell to the ground, it was a string of Buddha beads, rosewood Buddha beads!

It was the Buddha beads that he accidentally lost and searched for to no avail!

Zhang Jingchun held back too many words in his heart, but he couldn't say it, at that moment, he completely lost his voice, and his heartbeat seemed to stop beating!

Zhang Jingchun's eyes were extremely painful, as if he had been stung by several naughty bees!

He never imagined that the scene he witnessed when he was a child would happen to him one day, and he finally understood that the feeling was no longer fear, no longer creepy fear, but pain, heart-wrenching pain!

At the end of the corridor, there is mourning everywhere.

"Watch the back, three arrows are fired at once!"

Jiang Li, who was hiding outside the mechanism, crossed his arms and quietly looked at the white bait surrounded by feather arrows in the sky, his face was full of solemnity.

Hearing the reminder of the departure, she first flew out six golden darts with her negative hand, and shot at the six feather arrows flying from the west and north in a row, and at the same time, with her keen hearing, she judged the direction in which the feather arrows flew from behind, and then flew out a whirlwind leg backwards, and when she kicked the three feather arrows flying from the south on tiptoe, the feather arrows fell like rain in front of her.

Followed by three feather arrows flying from the east, because it was too late to change the trick at this time, for fear of hurting his body, the white bait had to take advantage of the situation to dodge, there was a frightening gaze, the three feather arrows stabbed to the stone wall with a "poof".

Another round of tricks has finally passed, and Bai Bait's limbs at this time are already a little sore, except for the fact that he was subjected to countless headless arrows in the first place, and because this wave of training is too violent. At first, it was okay, the mechanism will be activated one after another after a few snaps of fingers, and then it will be like flowing water, the knife is cut off, the flowing water is difficult to stop, and what is worse is that the trick of the headless arrow has passed, and the play is some real feather arrows, such as fake feather arrows on the battlefield.

Under the pressure of splashing the sky, she became more and more frustrated, and at this time, with the golden dart in her hand and a pair of legs, she could also deal with a few golden mangs in one go.

lowered his faint eyes, checked the golden dart that failed to fly out in his palm, and only felt that his palm was a little cold. Hearing that she was about to leave, she threw it back into her waist pocket and looked up casually.

Sweeping the feather arrows all over the ground under her feet, she walked all the way, nodded silently, and pursed the corners of her lips, a little difficult to speak.

Seeing that he looked like he wanted to talk about it, Bai Bait smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" Do you want to praise me or what? ”

She was clearly reminding him to praise her quickly. Jiang Li is determined to be a strict teacher, how can he be shaken by her charming smile?

He pursed his lips and opened his mouth as if he was particularly entangled: "Heh, do you think that if you hide another golden dart, I won't be able to find out the fact that you missed?" ”

While staring at her blank eyes, he pulled out three feather arrows from the stone wall behind her with his hands and handed them heavily to her hand, "Even if I close my eyes, I can know how your battle is doing!" ”

"Wow, you're amazing!" Bai Bait couldn't help but praise, his shoulders shook twice, and he seemed to be a little unable to bear the heavy weight on his hands.

"Shut up!" The warning eyes raised slightly, and he said solemnly: "I'll go on the next round, remember, this is the last time I will show you, you open your eyes wide, give me a good look, see how I did it, and then think about how you missed!" ”

Bai Baichao nodded at him with emotion, his eyes were bright, as if he was about to cry.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you go and pick up the golden dart?" Will leave the wondering.

"Oooh!" Bai Bait looked like he suddenly realized, and then threw the bad thing in his palm on the ground, and then bent over and got busy.

After a while, seeing the general standing in the center with a fist, looking like he was waiting for the battle, Bai Baitxuan took off the bag of golden darts that he was about to pack from his waist and hurriedly handed it over: "Give!" ”

Unexpectedly, he pushed horizontally with one hand, rejected the black cloth bag, and said: "Just this distance, just this bit of power, I have this thing is enough." ”

The tone was full of disdain.

Immediately, I saw him conjure a handful of small stones from the palm of his hand, Bai Bait's eyes widened, and he said incredulously: "This is okay?!" ”

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and then he glanced at the four-headed Jin Mang very casually, as if he was nervous, and whispered: "The mechanism is about to start, you should quickly hide away, lest you steal chickens and rice." ”

"What!?"