The demon monk said with some disdain: "Old Dao, I have already seen your methods. It's all bluffing. There is no evil aura in the corpse teeth, and Zhong Kui is just a phantom. Hehe, has the number of spells in the Central Plains fallen to this point? Or are you not a Taoist priest at all, but a vaudeville? ”

Mr. Lu smiled: "You speak quite eloquently. But after a while, you won't have a chance to say more. ”

The demon monk's voice was lazy: "I want to see what master you have found to help you." ”

I listened nervously to the movement outside, but the demon monk never made any more sounds, and I didn't know where he was now.

After a while, I heard the demon monk whisper: "A dead man? Immediately after, he burst out laughing: "Daoist, you really opened my eyes. The face of the Central Plains people has made you lose everything. Hiding in a dilapidated house, guarding the door with dead men, you can figure it out. ”

At this time, the old voice of the clay man monk came out: "Little friend, the old monk is not dead yet. ”

The demon monk's voice was obviously a little surprised: "You are not dead yet?" ”

The clay monk chuckled and said, "What? Little friend, you don't know me anymore? ”

When I heard this, I was a little nervous: Could it be that the clay monk and the demon monk are old friends? Then we didn't ask for a helper today, but lured the wolf into the house.

I looked at Mr. Lu, and under the candlelight, his face was not very good, and he was obviously not very sure about this matter.

After a while, I heard the demon monk exclaim, "You are a clay monk. There was surprise and anger in the voice.

When I heard his tone, my heart relaxed.

The clay monk said lightly: "I can't imagine that in a few years, we will meet again." ”

The demon monk said angrily: "You are indeed a living person. It seems that I was not wrong in my guess back then. ”

The clay monk said: "Back then, the old monk had no grievances with you. You insisted that I was not dead, and tortured me. This account, the old monk can remember clearly. Hey, at that time, your master was still alive, and you were so stubborn, and now that he is gone, you are even more lawless. The old monk has been neighbors with you for hundreds of years, so I had to help him clean the portal. ”

The demon monk was obviously a little jealous of the clay man monk, and his tone softened: "I'm just curious for a moment, I want to know what kind of magic the clay figure monk has." I was young at the time, and I offended you, so please don't be surprised. ”

The clay figure monk smiled and said, "Curious? From the day you apprenticed, you had no interest in Buddhist scriptures, but were enthusiastic about the mantras and secret techniques of the previous generations. You see that I am acting strangely, I am afraid that I have some secret art on me, so I want to get it. ”

The demon monk was also frank, he said: "I am also eager to learn. If you are willing to take me as an apprentice, I can kowtow to the teacher now. Your mantle will be passed on. ”

The clay monk shook his head: "I am different from your master. He attaches too much importance to that inheritance, and in order to accept disciples, some of them do not distinguish between right and wrong. The secret art in me is contrary to the Buddha's teachings. I'd rather these things be lost than take them anymore. ”

The demon monk was silent for a while, and then said, "It seems that you really have a secret technique on your body. ”

I listened to his voice with both fear and excitement. It's like finding a treasure in a tiger's den in Longtan.

I thought to myself: People die for money, and birds die for food, which can be regarded as a portrayal of the demon monk.

How did the clay monk not know the mind of the demon monk. He sighed and said, "Little friend, since you insist on doing this, the old monk has no choice but to kill again." Kill one of you, I don't know how many people will be saved. ”

The demon monk did not speak again. The bell rang again. I understand, this is a signal to attack.

Sure enough, those corpse slaves staggered close to the empty house. They stumbled like drunkards. But inside the eyes, a fierce light gradually appeared.

The clay figure monk sat still, looking confident.

The corpse slaves surrounded him. It seems that for a while he did not dare to take the killer lightly.

After a few minutes of stalemate, the demon monk's bell gradually became faster, and then, a corpse slave swung a heavy punch and hit the clay monk in the shoulder.

I heard a muffled thud, and the dirt from the clay monk fell in a flutter.

I looked at Mr. Lu with some puzzlement: "Why didn't he fight back?" ”

Mr. Lu was obviously nervous, he wiped his sweat, and explained insincerely: "It may not change." Preemptive ......"

Xue Qian said: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Everyone is done, and he hasn't moved yet, what is this constant and ever-changing? I see that the old monk wants to make a move, but his legs and feet are not dexterous, and it is difficult to make a move. ”

As we spoke, the corpse slave threw his fist and kicked out his legs, striking violently on the clay monk.

In our opinion, the clay figure is miserable. He was like a noodle pocket, being struck in turn, but he didn't say a word or fight back.

Xue Qian shook the big knife and couldn't help but want to rush up to help, but was dragged by Mr. Lu.

We watched the game numbly. After a while, the corpse slaves grabbed the clay man's limbs. They exert themselves. I heard a few muffled noises. The clay monk's body was dragged into several pieces. Fell to the ground.

That scene was so tragic that I couldn't help but close my eyes.

Xue Qian was stunned and pointed to the door, and said, "This is the helper you hired?" That's ......"

At this point, he couldn't say any more.

The clay monk died, and before he died, he pointed out the country, making people think that he was a master of secrets. But the moment his body was pulled off, I realized that he was just an old monk. He was just a frail old man who had been sitting on the ground for hundreds of years.

The demon monk obviously didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He laughed twice and said, "Daoist, you're done today." You've bluffed again. It's a pity that this time I didn't get scared off and saw through you. ”

Mr. Lu took the big knife in Xue Qian's hand. The intent of this move was obvious, and he had already decided to fight to the death.

Mr. Lu whispered, "After I draw out the big knife in a while, I can only control it for a few seconds." But these few seconds were not enough to kill the demon monk. So, I could only grit my teeth and persevere. "Jin-no-suke.

I was stunned for a moment, and then understood what it meant to stick to it. I said, "In that case, the sword soul will be completely released." ”

Mr. Lu nodded: "When the time comes, I will do my best to kill the demon monk." But the sword soul will kill me too. I am a Taoist priest, and my soul is different from ordinary people, and I will definitely fight with the sword soul after death. Take advantage of this time and seal it in its scabbard. ”

Then he chuckled softly: "Hehe, there will be two souls in this knife by then." It's a lot more lively. ”

I looked at Mr. Lu dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that he was a little great. It's amazing to sacrifice oneself for others.

We're discussing, and the corpse slaves have come to the empty house.

Mr. Lu tightened his grip on the handle of the knife and was ready to draw it at any moment.

At this time, a corpse slave suddenly jumped over. He was so fast that we didn't even react.

I only felt a flower in front of me, and when I looked again, he was already standing in front of us, and he still had a big knife in his hand.

Mr. Lu looked at him dumbfounded, as if he wanted to take it back, but hesitated. I'm afraid he also feels that his strength is not enough to get back the broadsword.

The corpse slave suddenly smiled at us and said, "The young man's body is really good, but my stinky skin is not so flexible." ”

As soon as I heard this voice, I was immediately shocked, pointed at him and said, "Could it be that you are a clay monk?" ”

He nodded and said, "It's just a corpse to return the soul, why be surprised." ”

At this time, the bell rang urgently. The rest of the corpse slaves gathered around. The clay figure monk walked around the narrow room as if he were strolling leisurely.

Then the corpse slaves fell. I saw that the face of the corpse slave was sunken with five round holes, and it was obvious that they had been pressed down by the clay monk with his fingers.

He returned the broadsword to Mr. Lu, and then strode out.

Obviously, the situation in the house has been known to the demon monk. His voice was a little panicked: "Borrowing a corpse to resurrect a soul? How can it be? These people have been refined by me, how can you control their bodies? ”

The clay figure monk smiled contemptuously: "The ancient secret art is all-encompassing, you have only learned a little bit of the skin, and I am afraid that you are not qualified to show off in front of me." ”