Ye Qiuyang and the others, when they approached the temple, they could hear the noise inside, and it was obvious that something was really wrong.

Not daring to delay, they quickened their pace and rushed into the temple.

I saw that the main courtyard was already full of monks of all sizes at this time, all of them were full of anxiety, but they didn't know what to do.

And the old woman last night was standing in front of them, still holding Li Jiajia's neck in her hands.

The old monk Kuzhu was on the side, kneeling on one knee with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, they experienced another battle just now, and the losing side was the old monk Kuzhu.

Ye Qiuyang said loudly,

"Old woman, you are so bold that you dare to play with us!"

Qingzhu glanced at Ye Qiuyang and the two who rushed back, and sneered,

"Boy, I didn't expect you to be quite smart and react so quickly."

"But it's too late! I'm going to strangle this little girl first! ”

Kuzhu stood up from the ground with strong support,

"Amitabha, junior sister, the old man knows that you hate me to the core, but why would you attack an innocent child!"

"If you really can't let go of the resentment in your heart, then the old man will give you this life, but please spare the child!"

Qingzhu said coldly,

"Spare her? It's not that simple! ”

"Bald donkey, you killed my lover back then, and today, I will also kill this little girl, so that you can experience the feeling of losing your beloved!"

The old monk's body trembled, and the Buddha beads in his hand almost fell.

"Kiyotake ......"

The old woman scolded,

"Bald donkey, are you speechless?"

"Keep your eyes wide open, take a good look at your beloved apprentice, how did he slowly die!"

As she spoke, her hand began to exert force, and Li Jiajia's slender neck was pinched white.......

Ye Qiuyang took this opportunity to pick up a stone bullet from the ground and sent it out, which happened to hit Qingzhu's wrist.

She snorted, her right hand was weakly released, and Li Jiajia also fell to the ground from mid-air.

At the same time, Murong Qingxue stepped forward in tacit agreement and hugged the little girl.

Li Jiajia, who was finally able to breathe again, covered her throat with her little hands, coughed incessantly, and coughed up tears from the corners of her eyes.

Ye Qiuyang grinned,

"Qingxue, we are a natural pair, and we even have such a tacit understanding to save people."

Murong Qingxue scolded angrily, "Shut up." ”

On the other side, Qingzhu was furious,

"Boy, why did you spoil me three times and twice!"

Ye Qiuyang pouted,

"Who do you blame? Who is the damn thing to let you be idle and get a female ghost to sneak attack us? ”

Qingzhu took off the string of thick Buddha beads that had been hanging around his neck, held it in his hand, gritted his teeth, and tore off the black thread that connected the Buddha beads.

Sixteen apple-sized Buddha beads fell off in an instant, but they did not fall to the ground, but were suspended in mid-air, revolving around the old woman's side, and at the same time emitting a powerful evil aura.

If you look closely, you can vaguely see that inside each Buddha bead, there are hideous and twisted faces.

Kuzhu was surprised,

"Senior sister, over the years, who have you learned this kind of evil art from!"

Qingzhu didn't take care of it, but manipulated the Buddha beads and smashed them out overwhelmingly.

"Stinky boy, each of my Buddha beads contains a very resentful evil ghost, all sprinkled on you, which is equivalent to sixteen evil ghosts pounce on you at the same time, I see how you deal with it!"

Ye Qiuyang snorted coldly,

"Don't say sixteen, even one hundred and sixty, it won't hurt me!"

His body flickered like a ghost, and the beads couldn't even touch the sleeves of his clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he drew a spell in his palm, and directly held a monstrous Buddha bead, and then threw it back towards the old woman with all his strength.

Qingzhu hurriedly cast a spell, trying to control the Buddha bead to turn around, but at this time, he realized that he couldn't control it anymore!

"Bang-"

The bead slammed heavily on her chest with a vicious aura.

"Poof—"

Qingzhu spurted out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and the whole person shot backwards, and finally slammed into the wall.

Ye Qiuyang hooked the corners of his mouth,

"Old woman, your time of death has come!"

As he spoke, he slowly condensed his spiritual power, and he was about to start at Qingzhu.

At this time, Kuzhu shouted, "Donor, please accept it!" ”

Ye Qiuyang turned around, and when he was hesitating, Qingzhu seized the opportunity, took out a dagger and stabbed it.

"Be careful—"

Murong Qingxue's eyes were quick, and she whipped the dagger to the ground.

Ye Qiuyang lowered his head, glanced at the dagger, and found that this dagger was highly poisonous, if he was really stabbed just now, he would have lost his life!

He was furious, "Wicked old woman, let me die!" ”

He no longer hesitated, and slapped it on Qingzhu's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Ahh

With a muffled snort, Qingzhu used vicious eyes, and after glaring at the old monk for the last time, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, and there was no more movement.

"Grass!"

Ye Qiuyang scolded, "You deserve to die!" ”

Seeing that the old woman was killed, all the monks present clasped their palms together and chanted,

"Amitabha, sins and sins."

Ye Qiuyang was confused when he heard this, and felt that this group of monks really had a problem with their brains, this old woman almost killed them, and she was still here "guilty of sins", so she was not annoyed.

Kuzhu looked at Qingzhu's corpse, his eyes were complicated, "Senior sister.......

Li Jiajia ran over,

"Master, why are you sad for this old woman!"

"We should be merciful, but this old woman has killed how many people in our temple!"

The old monk shook his head and said with a wry smile,

"Girl, you won't understand......"

Hearing this, Ye Qiuyang, who was next to him, muttered in a low voice,

"What's not to understand, isn't it just the death of the dream lover of my youth!"

Murong Qingxue couldn't wait to give him a whip, "Can't you pay attention when you speak?" ”

Ye Qiuyang scratched his head and flashed to the side.

At this point, the grievances between Kuzhu and his fellow junior sister are completely over.

The monks in the temple overtook the bamboo overnight and buried it on the back mountain, and everything returned to peace.

Ye Qiuyang lay on the bed, without the pig-like snoring of Fat Chen, he was finally much quieter and had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by the sound of eating.

Ye Qiuyang opened his eyes in a daze, turned his head to look, and saw that Chen Fatzi didn't know when he had touched it back, and was eating porridge and steamed buns.

Seeing Ye Qiuyang wake up, he said,

"Brother, get up, I'll bring you breakfast."

"Special mother, what kind of broken ancestor master's upper body, it consumes too much physical strength to use, and I am almost starving to death."

Ye Qiuyang broke out in a cold sweat, it seems that this thing slept quite well in the mass grave last night......

The three of them rested in the Qingchan Temple for another day.

After dinner in the evening, Ye Qiuyang was about to go for a walk outside the temple when he was suddenly stopped by a little monk,

"Donor, Master has something to do with you, please come with me."

(End of chapter)