It has to be said that in such an extreme situation, the reaction of anyone, including Soba, is extremely fast.

When the Devil shouted, he threw himself on the ground with us without hesitation.

The next second, I felt a gust of wind blowing in the woods, no....... That should be something like a shockwave.

I couldn't see their form, but I could clearly feel their presence, like a herd of bison in a frenzy, and they went crazy and rampage in all directions, regardless of whether there was an obstacle in front of them.

We were lucky, not only because we reacted in time, but also because we were reminded by the evil man.......

In the next second when the evil man reminded us, everyone fell down in unison, and no one was injured in this impact, and the trees in the woods were also slightly bent and showed no signs of being broken.

It stands to reason that this kind of impact, which makes me feel dangerous, is definitely not something that trees can withstand, let alone be broken by the impact, or it is very likely to be uprooted and rushed out.

However, this is not the outside world, and those trees naturally cannot be reasoned with.

"What...... What .......," said the Devil with a trembling voice, as if he was afraid, and even if the shockwaves were gone, it still had no intention of getting up: "It seems that there is a living thing....... The qi in its body collided....... It's like it's exploded........"

"The living thing exploded??" I opened my eyes wide and hurriedly asked the evil man: "Are they the people you felt before??" ”

"It's not...... It's another ...... that just came out," the Devil said in a very solemn tone, as if the living creature had made it feel threatened: "It's not dead....... Approaching us ........"

When the wicked man finished saying this, a monk had slowly walked out of the woods.

Unlike the Tibetan Buddhist practitioners, he dressed very casually, just a robe made of cotton and linen, at least 60 years old, his face was full of furrows, but his smile made people feel very kind.

At this moment, we are no more than 100 meters away from him.

But even from a distance, I could feel his truth, and there was a sense of compassion in his smile that emanated from the depths of his heart, an indescribable Buddha nature.

No matter how I look at it, I can feel that kind of temperament in him.

Even if I didn't know him in the slightest, I would think he was a good person.

When we saw him, the villain looked a little confused, and his tone of voice became a little confused: "It seems to be his ......."

"The person who collided with the qi in his body just now....... It's him? I frowned: "It doesn't look like it, this monk's aura is similar to that of ordinary people........"

When I say this, I actually know a little bit more.

Our position is not in the outside world, but on the Lingshan Mountain in the depths of the Qiangtang no man's land.

In this Pure Land of Buddhahood, the possibility of ordinary people existing is extremely low, not to mention that what the evil man said can also prove that the breath of this monk can correspond to the previous vision, but he looks really ordinary.......

At this moment, the old monk who came out of the woods waved at us, with a kind smile on his face, but in the process, he did not make any sound, and was eerily quiet.

"That old monk doesn't look like a bad guy." Soba slowly crawled to my side, and when he saw that I didn't get up with the evil man, he didn't dare to stand up, and he was still lying on his stomach in embarrassment: "Could it be a monk from the outside world?" ”

"It's very unlikely." I whispered, "It's normal to have a monk on Lingshan, but this monk ......."

Speaking of which, I didn't go any further, because my feelings at this time were a bit inexplicable, and there was no definite evidence, and I couldn't say it.

I don't know why.

When I met the eyes of this old monk, I felt that my hairs stood up all over my body, and I only felt that I was threatened by an inexplicable threat, and my heart was terribly panicked.

Maybe I was too sensitive, and this strange sense of danger was fleeting, and before I could feel it, it disappeared almost instantly.

"Old Shen, he seems to have called us over." Soba whispered.

"Then go over." I smiled, holding the Miao knife, and slowly got up from the ground, thinking about the stone statue of Sakyamuni guarding the gate of Lingshan, and I also felt a little confident in my heart.

This is not another place, it is a spiritual mountain, and it is also a pure land of Buddhism covered by Buddhist gods.

The danger we encounter here should only come from the Old Religion, but from the rest....... What other dangers can there be on the Spirit Mountain?

When we walked up to the old monk, he folded his hands and greeted us silently, with a smile of shame on his face, and he raised his hand and pointed to his throat.

"You can't speak?" I asked tentatively.

He nodded and gestured a few more times, but I didn't understand what he meant in sign language.

In this process, the villain's vigilance against him has always been very high, and the muscles up and down his body are tense, and there is no tendency to relax at all.

At the same time, the old monk also looked at the evil man helplessly, as if he could feel the unfriendly gaze of the evil man.

He's definitely not an ordinary person, that's for sure...... At such a close distance, I was not intimidated by the evil man....... No matter how you think about it, it can't be a normal person's reaction, right?

"Senior, how did you get here?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.

It stands to reason that at this juncture, the only people who can break into Lingshan are three groups of people, either the old man and them, or our group, or the turtle grandsons of the old sect.

The old man and our group, the number and members are fixed, this should not change, the old sect turtle grandsons are very different from ordinary people, you can clearly distinguish from the breath.

This monk's temperament is very unique, clean and spotless, and it is completely impossible to be the kind of pagan of the old religion.

Straight to the point.

When he heard my question, the old monk smiled and shook his head, and without giving me any answer, he turned around and walked into the woods.

After taking a few steps, he looked back at us, raised his hand and gestured twice, motioning for us to follow.

The Devil had said before that there were other people's scents in the woods....... Could it be that this monk has seen the old man and them? Is this to take us to meet them?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get excited, and followed the old monk and strode into the jungle.

Suddenly, the voice of the Fallen Evil Man rang in my head.

The voice was muffled, and there was a feeling that it was threatened, and it seemed like it was going to flare up at any moment.

"On the neck."

Hearing these three words, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, because I didn't think of what the evil man said at all, and when I reacted and looked up at the old monk's neck, he also happened to look back at me.

We both looked at each other and smiled, and he turned his head to continue to lead the way, while I pulled myself together.

"Fuck...... This old monk can't be a goblin....... right" I muttered in my heart, and looked at the back of his neck quietly, and the doubts in my heart suddenly became heavier.

On the back of the old monk's neck, there is a scale about the size of a thumb nail, which looks like a snake or a lizard.

The scales are black, and although they can be reflected in the light, they still look like matte black overall, and when you look at them from a distance, they look like naturally growing black moles.

No matter how much I think about it, I don't think it is possible for humans to grow such a thing, and this scale is definitely not something that normal people can grow......

"He's dangerous." The Devil spoke in my head, and his tone became more and more solemn: "But he is not hostile to us, I don't know what he is going to do......."

Just as I was about to continue the analysis with the evil man, the old monk raised his hand coldly, as if he felt itchy, and scratched the scales on the back of his neck.

By the time he finished tickling, the size of the scale had begun to shrink, and it seemed to melt into the flesh.

"Is he human or not?" I asked in my head.

The evil man didn't say a word, carefully observed the old monk's back, and only spoke after about ten seconds.

"No, his body should be bigger."