When several angry little monks heard this voice, they suddenly couldn't help but show a look of grievance.

"Abbot...... Do you just let this thief go?! The little monk said aggrievedly, but when he looked at Ming Yanwei and his party, his eyes showed a deep hatred.

"Jingxian, don't be rude." A voice came again, and then the door of the room opened, and an old man in a gray robe walked out of it.

"Buddha cultivates the mind, pure sage, today you have committed the precept of hatred and doubt, I will punish you to go to the sutra pavilion to copy the sutra ten times, do you have any objections? Ahem......" The old monk said with a cough, walked up to the little monk, stretched out his hand and patted his head gently, and then pressed down the stick in his hand that was pointing at Weiyang and several people.

The little monk bit his lip and glared at Ming Yanwei secretly, then he stood behind him, stood in front of him with his left hand, bowed slightly and said, "Jingxian has no objections." ”

When the other monks saw that the abbot had come out, they all stood up and called the abbot respectfully at the old monk.

"En......" The abbot nodded slightly, and then said to them, "Have you completed your homework today?" It's all gone! ”

The others had the intention of staying here, but because of the abbot's deterrent power, after making a Buddha name, they all dispersed to do what they were supposed to do. It's just that if they don't, they will glance at Weiyang and a few people. The last negligence cost them, and naturally they wouldn't let something like this happen again under their noses.

"Amitabha, the donor smiled." The abbot said to Weiyang and them.

"It's fine." "Can the abbot arrange a room for my friends first, they are injured and need to recuperate." ”

The abbot followed the gesture of the monk and looked back, and saw Jason, who was supported by the golden swallow, and the three newcomers who were floating in the air and were even breathing very weakly, so he immediately did not waste time, turned around and signaled to them, and then walked quickly in front to lead the way.

Without hesitation, several people followed the abbot into a side room. Then the four of them were placed side by side on a kang.

"These three people are seriously injured...... "The abbot's gaze swept over the four people in turn, except for Jason, who was only unconscious, the other three were all seriously injured. If it weren't for Weiyang having been throwing divine blessings on them along the way, it might not be possible for the three of them to survive this far.

"Jingjue, go get the wound medicine!" The old monk shouted, and as soon as his voice fell, a crisp answer came from outside the me.

"The wound medicine in our temple is not very effective for internal injuries, so we can only try our best." The old monk said to Weiyang with a serious face. Human lives are at stake, and he can't pack a ticket for the medicine in their temple to bring back the lives of these three people.

Weiyang and a few people bowed to the old monk, "Trouble the abbot." ”

"It's okay...... the old monk shook his head and said, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and besides, it's just a matter of raising your hands." ”

As he spoke, Jingjue entered the house, holding a porcelain vase in his hand. Respectfully handed it to the abbot.

The abbot took the porcelain bottle, gently uncorked it, then poured a black pill into the palm of his hand, walked up to the three of them, and put the pill into their mouths one by one. Then he put away the vial, walked to a corner of the room, and lit the incense.

"Okay, let's go out first, after taking the medicine, their injuries should be contained, and burning incense also has the effect of purifying the spirits and soothing their spirits."

Several people had no objection to the old monk's words, because the old monk had no need to harm them.

"Abbot...... Why did they call me a thief? Ming Yanwei asked the old monk after everyone had left the house.

The old monk glanced at him, called a Buddha name, and then said: "If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, the poor monk wouldn't have dared to believe that there are such ordinary people in the world." ”

"What do you mean......" Ming Yanwei glanced at Weiyang and said, "You've seen me?" ”

The old monk nodded: "Things have to start from two days ago......

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"This is it......" Ming Yanwei held a small silver bow in her hand and raised her head to look at the temple on the mountain in front of her.

"That's it." Zhao Fukong scratched his head helplessly and said, "I still want to rest more, I didn't expect to work so soon." ”

Although he had a helpless expression on his face, when it came to work, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Ming Yanwei frowned, "Be careful, I have a feeling of danger." ”

"That means there's still a challenge!" Zhao Weikong was interested, and said with a smile: "Then this work will not be as boring as I imagined!" ”

Zhao Yingkong's voice fell, and the whole person disappeared silently, and when he appeared again, he had already set foot on the mountain road leading to the temple. Seeing this, Ming Yanwei grabbed the small silver bow in her hand and chased after Zhao Weikong.

And to Ming Yanwei's surprise, the expected direct battle did not open, Zhao Fukong knocked on the door of the temple, and he wanted to spend the night here with his hands folded!

"No problem, donor, please come with me." The monk who opened the door returned the salute, and then turned to Zhao Fukong to lead the way, Ming Yanwei didn't understand what Zhao Fukong wanted to do, so she had to put away the weapon in her hand for the time being, so as not to startle the snake.

The monks are very enthusiastic, perhaps the reason why there is not a single pilgrim here all year round, in short, after arranging them, the two of them took the whole temple around under the leadership of the monk. During this period, Zhao Fukong's performance was very ordinary, really like a guest staying overnight. But the monks don't know, Ming Yanwei knows, all this is just an illusion, as long as they wait for a suitable time, Zhao Weikong will make a move and kill all the people here!

However, this was enough to wait until dark.

The dinner in the temple was not rich, and there was no oil at all, it was completely vegetarian. But Zhao Weikong ate it with relish, and praised it while eating: "This pure green food can not only be exchanged at the main god, but also eaten here...... But it's a pity that I can't eat it anymore. ”

The speed at which the two of them ate was very fast, and when they put down the chopsticks, Zhao Fukong's whole body exuded momentum. Ming Yanwei knew in her heart that he was going to make a move.

Zhao Fukong calmly pushed open the door and walked out, and the monk on duty at night heard the sound of the door and came to see, but as soon as his figure appeared in front of Zhao Fukong, the whole person was divided into several pieces, and fell to the ground with a popping sound.

Ming Yanwei, who came out behind her, frowned, although she admitted that this teammate's strength was very strong, she was still very uncomfortable with this bloody and violent way of killing.

"Started ......"

Zhao Fukong muttered in his mouth, and walked forward, his steps seemed to be slow, but in fact they were extremely fast, and because he had walked around here during the day, he remembered the terrain and house structure here clearly, so even the night did not affect him at all. He killed four monks who were keeping vigil in succession. The bloody breath floated up, finally attracting the attention of the others.

The battle entered a white-hot level, and Ming Yanwei also made a move.

But as soon as the battle began, the abbot came out, holding a pestle in his hand, golden and bright. There's a kind of grandeur.

"Stop." The abbot's voice sounded, his voice was not loud at first, but inexplicably it was gradually amplified, knowing that in the end, the voice sounded in the ears of the two people, like thunder exploded in the ears.

Ming Yanwei's intuition sensed the danger at the first time.

Zhao Fukong is not a vegetarian either, the second-order gene lock is opened, and the whole person's muscles are knotted, showing a bit of fierce deterrence! He's like a knife, short and poisonous!

He rushed towards the abbot, but his footsteps moved slightly, but a few figures of Zhao Fukong appeared again.

The abbot frowned, the vajra pointed downward, and with his movements, a golden light exploded from the vajra! The attack covered in all directions, Zhao Fukong was directly hit, the mirror image was scattered, and he was beaten back constantly!

Seeing this, Ming Yanwei knew that something was wrong, and after catching Zhao Weikong, the two of them rushed in the direction of the temple gate, trying to escape from the gate. But when she pushed the door, before Ming Yanwei's hand on the door was pressed, a swastika appeared on the door, and the golden light curtain hung down brightly, directly blocking Ming Yanwei's movements!

Seeing this, Zhao Yukong turned his head and happened to see a handprint in the abbot's hand. He grinned, "Looks like it's really going to have a good time......"

When the words fell, his whole person disappeared again, and Zhao Fukong in all directions rushed towards the abbot from different angles, his fingers moved slightly, and with his movements, several wires that could not be seen by the naked eye quietly bounced towards the abbot......

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