"Hell!"

In the Shansheng Hall, there was a scream.

Monk Qingyu ran out with a broken head.

Behind him, the bronze ancient sword followed, stabbing and slashing, calling out at the door of his bare head.

Outside the Shansheng Hall, those pilgrims were also dumbfounded, and they ran around one by one.

"Someone! Come on! ”

Monk Qingyu scurried for a while.

"Shout, you shout loudly, it's best to call the thousands of pilgrims outside and the people in the temple outside."

A fluttering voice came from the side.

Monk Qingyu was startled, and when he turned around, he saw the little girl from earlier, squatting aside, with a good face, watching himself being chased by the bronze sword and running all over the ground.

Thanks to this little girl's reminder, Monk Qingyu suddenly came back to his senses.

He used the incense day to fill his pockets, and in the name of borrowing it, he blackmailed and defrauded the people of the city, and Tai Changqing and the uncles and uncles in the temple did not know about it.

Earlier, he just did some normal rituals and didn't encounter any trouble, but he didn't know that today he would encounter such a ghostly broken sword.

This hesitation, with a swishing sword, brushed over his scalp and cut off a piece of skin from the monk's head.

"Go down, go down! There's nothing to do with you here! ”

Monk Qingyu hugged his head and motioned to the warrior monks who rushed over when they heard the sound to retreat.

He endured the pain.

"Little donor, the poor monk is incompetent, this sword, the poor monk can't afford it, you still ask Gao Ming, this nine thousand taels, please take it back."

As he spoke, his face ached, and he returned the silver ticket in his hand.

"Nine thousand taels? We obviously gave 18,000 taels. ”

I didn't know that Xin Lin didn't take the silver ticket and glanced at Monk Qingyu.

Her money is not easy to take.

What a big ass, how big a bench.

The nine yin demons in the bronze ancient sword are not easy to bully.

Xin Lin had dealt with them and knew their tempers.

In front of the tsundere corpse, they are like sons, but in front of others, they are the emperor Laozi.

That Qingyu monk, at first glance, is a fake monk who cheats on eating and drinking, and Xin Lin expects that the yin demons will definitely not let him go.

Sure enough, I was punished.

The corners of Monk Qingyu's eyes trembled.

"What the little donor said is that the poor monk remembered it wrong."

His face was full of pain, and he counted nine silver taels, a total of 18,000 taels to Xin Lin.

Xin Lin was not ambiguous, and returned 9,000 taels to Ma Tiantian.

Ma Jingtian was also terrified, this time and again, they didn't even move their fingers, just drank a cup of tea, and the money doubled!

Little boss, what a man of God!

But seeing that Xin Lin received the silver tael, the bronze ancient sword was still swishing around on the door of his head, and Monk Qingyu begged.

"Little donor, the sword?"

As soon as Xin Lin raised her hand, the ancient sword fell into her hand.

Monk Qingyu just breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, there was a cold on his neck, Xin Lin swung his sword with his backhand, and the sword fell on his throat.

"The sword has no eyes, I spared you, and the yin on this sword didn't say that I wanted to let you go. If you want to save your life, tell me, in Taichang Temple, who can survive the evil? ”

Xin Lin asked coldly.

She didn't bother to inquire anymore, so she simply smashed Huanglong to figure out who had the ability.

"The poor monk doesn't have this ability, Lord Taichangqing can save them! Lord Taichang Qing is from the Taichang Holy Academy, and his strength is extraordinary. His residence is in the southeast-facing courtyard of the Middle Muntjac. ”

Monk Qingyu was so frightened that he fell out.