The fake monk sneered silently, stared at Ding Jun's face, and moved sharply sideways, rushing into the shadows. However, within five seconds, he came out of the shadows backwards, his chest pressed against a spear.

With a gun in both hands was the god of fire, who followed Ding Jun all the way, secretly helping, and appeared at the right time.

"Hey, you can answer whatever Mr. Ding asks - I don't kill people, I only release Gu." Vulcan said.

The fake monk finally changed his color: "You ...... If it's not together, how can it be united?"

The Fire God replied in a low voice: "You'd better not hurt Miss Fang, otherwise when I release the Gu worms, you will definitely regret why you live in this world!"

"Hurry up, I don't have much patience." Ding Jun said astringently.

Fang Qing was restrained, which brought him great pressure, and the intrigues of the Guge people were like this dark sky, covering the whole world, making him feel like he was slowly suffocating. He didn't want to kill, but if killing wasn't enough to solve the problem, he wouldn't hesitate to do it.

The inside of the Torin Temple is quiet, and the lights in the various halls are steady and neat, and there is no sign of chaos and panic. This made him feel a little at ease.

"We have no conflict of interest, let me go, Miss Fang will be fine. Then everyone goes their own way, and no one stands in the way of anyone. "The fake monk has a sense of compromise.

"What's in the Scripture Pavilion? What's in the Torin Temple? It's worth it for you to have trouble again and again, and finally to attack the pregnant woman—"

The fake monk suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Ding Jun: "You think it's strange, and I think it's strange, because no one on my side is involved in the affairs of the Scripture Pavilion." All the chaos has nothing to do with us. ”

Ding Jun was stunned, because in the case of face-to-face cross-examination, there was no need for the other party to lie.

The Vulcan sneered: "Not you? Could it be that another force has come in?"

The fake monk also sneered: "Then it has nothing to do with us, besides, all the troubles were provoked by Shi Miao's hands, and the main incense master is missing, so what's the use of us fighting here and there?"

"Let's go to the Scripture Pavilion together." Ding Jun said.

The false monk had no room to resist, and was pushed by the god of fire towards the temple.

The three of them crossed the wall and followed the turnaround, crossed a fork in the road, and headed straight north.

Ding Jun walked in the forefront, and it was roughly estimated that as long as he advanced four hundred steps, he would be able to see the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. However, after walking forward for five minutes, there are still white walls on both sides, and there is still a stone path under your feet, except for the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in front of you. After walking for a while, he suddenly found himself in the middle of the fork in the road.

"Stop, something is wrong." He stopped immediately.

"What's wrong?" Vulcan was a little puzzled.

"We're back to square one, someone has set up a ** array here, trying to trap us in place." Ding Jun looked around, the night fog gradually rose, and twenty steps away, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The fake monk sneered: "It's Aunt Ge who has arrived, she is the best at ancient Persian illusion, and this kind of 'ghost hitting the wall' is her forte." Now, there is no good way but to sit on the spot, and wait until tomorrow when the fog clears at sunrise, and the 'ghost hits the wall' will be solved. There's no way, I want to accompany you to the Scripture Pavilion, but I can't get past the 'ghost hitting the wall', and no one can get out. ”

The fog became thicker and thicker, and clusters of white mist floated closer, floating around the three people, like white demons.

Lady Ge is a key figure, her disappearance has started a series of strange changes, after the corpse fraud incident, she is still a dragon with no head and no tail, looming, lurking in the Torin Temple, anyone can become her next prey.

"It is said that the blood of the black dog can break a trick, whether it is a ghost hitting a wall or a ghost body...... Now, I'm sorry! Vulcan held a gun in one hand and drew a short knife from the boot in his left hand.

"Hey, it's Aunt Ge who is calculating you now, what does it have to do with me-oops......"

Before the fake monk could finish speaking, the god of fire had already stabbed him with a knife, making a big hole in his shoulder, and blood spurted wildly. It's just that the bleeding is bleeding, and the fog has not diminished in the slightest.

"I've had enough! Going around and around, you almost suffocated us to death in the cellar, you were unkind first, don't blame us for being unjust......" Vulcan raised his knife and stabbed us when he scolded. By the time he finished scolding, the fake monk had already sat on the ground and turned into a blood gourd.

"Mr. Ding, you have to be ruthless with these people." The god of fire explained angrily.

Ding Jun nodded: "That's right, some people are born to eat hard and not soft." In such a-for-tat battlefield, there is no principle, and it is the most fundamental principle. ”

"It's time to tell the truth, or you'll go to hell with the secret in your stomach!" The fire god's knife pressed against the false monk's throat, and his voice was cold, without any thoughts or feelings.

"Scripture Pavilion! Scripture Pavilion! Ding Jun, don't kill me, I've discovered the secret, the secret under the carpet ......" The fake monk screamed, unable to maintain his composure anymore. Pretending to be a tough guy is certainly elegant, but it is obvious that Vulcan does not eat that at all, and the knife is ruthless and does not contain the slightest intimidation.

"Say, what's it?" The blade of the fire god was slightly lowered, and a shallow blood groove was cut on the fake monk's neck.

"I'll only sue Ding Jun alone, I'll only sue him-" The fake monk couldn't hold back and screamed.

"Can't you figure out what's going on? You don't have room for bargaining at this point, speak quickly! With a sweep of Vulcan's short knife, a two-inch-long wound appeared on the fake monk's neck, and the blood was bursting wildly. Then, the knife slowly moved up again, aiming it at his right eye.

"This is the lightest form of torture, because you have not offended the people of the Five Poisons Sect. However, I don't feel like I'm running out of patience, so if you accidentally speak, you won't be able to keep your eyeballs. Vulcan said.

"Don't kill him, he's still useful, Torin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, don't get dirty here." Okay, put down the gun, it's over. Outside the fog, He Wuqiu's voice suddenly sounded.

The god of fire looked up, subconsciously let go of the dagger, and kicked the fake monk down.

The fog was so thick that he couldn't see anyone ten paces away, so he couldn't see anyone talking at all.

"Where are you?" He asked.

"Mr. Ding, I'm fine, I'm with Mr. He, don't worry." What came next was Fang Qing's voice.

The god of fire was overjoyed, and immediately whistled three times in a row, and retreated from his gun. Because Fang Qing was restrained, he and Ding Jun formed an alliance to fight the enemy together. Now, Fang Qing is fine, why not ask for it, he feels that everything is already fine.

Ding Jun stood motionless, standing steadily, his hands clinging to his trouser line. He had heard the most perfect ventriloquist in the world, and he learned the voices of hundreds of people by himself, and each time it was so vivid that even the person being imitated could not hear the difference. Ventriloquism is an integral part of illusion, which is tantamount to using sound to deceive others and lead them astray.

"Mr. Ding, let's wait for you in the Scripture Pavilion." Fang Qing's voice faded away.

Although she didn't explicitly say that she wanted the two of them to come along, all the hints expressed it unmistakably. Therefore, the god of fire immediately jumped to the end, ready to chase after the sound.

"That's an illusion, don't be fooled." Ding Jun said.

The fog drifted around, the illusions were endless, and in this case, even if the person speaking appeared in the fog, it was not necessarily himself, let alone a voice without a figure.

The god of fire is also smart enough, and he screamed and slapped his head hard: "I was almost fooled!" Almost bad! "He is also the top master of the younger generation, but his concentration and actual combat ability are still too far behind Ding Jun.

On the battlefield of blood and fire, life and death are only in a moment, and if you take a wrong step, you will never recover.

"I'm glad you reminded me." Vulcan wiped a cold sweat.

"I can remind you a hundred times, but if you can't remind yourself a hundred and one, you're still going to die. Therefore, those who survive the battle cannot always rely on luck, but on strength. Ding Jun said lightly.

"What now?" Vulcan asked.

"Wait, wait for the person who casts the illusion to lose his breath and reveal his flaws." Ding Jun smiled faintly, simply sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and recuperated.

He recalled in his mind the details of entering the Scripture Pavilion twice, and Siqin's injury caused everyone to fall into a big mess, because everyone knew that she was carrying a baby in her belly. If Guge's people didn't make a move, who would it be? He actually hated the baby to the core, and he had to cut the pregnant woman twice in the stomach to vent his anger?

Of course, if you want to kill the baby, the easiest way is to kill the pregnant woman first, so that the baby is stillborn. Why is the murderer willing to stay close and far away?

He thought more about the strange marks under the carpet, which must represent a mysterious indication, and the Arabic numerals were the most secret hints.

"Mr. Ding, don't leave yet, we don't have time." Fang Qing's voice came again, from far and near, as if it was going and returning.

"Where to go?" Ding Jun asked in a deep voice.

"To unearth the treasure hidden under the carpet of the Scripture Pavilion, of course." Fang Qing said.

"Where's the treasure?" Ding Jun deliberately slowed down his speech.

"It must be under the marked bricks, dig through there, dig three feet into the ground, and you will definitely find the treasure." Fang Qing replied.

Ding Jun sneered: "If things were so simple, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion would have been turned over by treasure hunters a long time ago, even if there were mountains of gold and silver under the ground, it would have been looted long ago - everyone thinks that Tibet is full of gold ingots, you say it's ridiculous?"

Fang Qing smiled: "Then you say, where is the treasure?"

Ding Jun replied: "I already have a preliminary idea, but it still needs some time to verify it. Why don't you come over and study it together-Aunt Ge?"

"Hehehehe......" The voice in the thick fog suddenly changed, old and cold, it was the voice of Aunt Ge.

The moment the laughter sounded, Ding Jun, who was sitting cross-legged, rushed into the fog, made a large arc counterclockwise, and approached the place where the laughter came from from the side and behind. In the haze, I don't know how many hideous ghosts are hidden, but Ding Jun is unmoved, he keeps moving forward, his palm is down, and he is against the trouser line, and the two knives are all inserted into the back of a man in a white robe.

The knife succeeded, but the robe suddenly burst and turned into hundreds of palm-sized shards, flying in the air like a butterfly with folded wings.

"A qiē has a way to do, like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. Aunt Ge ran forward and chanted a long voice.

It is an aphorism in the Diamond Sutra, which expounds the philosophical relationship between existence and non-existence, dream and truth, breaking and standing, and the opposite, mutual generation, dependence, and continuity.

Ding Jun persevered in catching up, and since he had found the enemy's flaw, he had to chase and fight fiercely, from point to surface, until the opponent was severely damaged. The fighter plane was fleeting, and he could only leave the Vulcan and the false monk behind, and fight from one wargroup to another.

Suddenly, he heard the melodious sound of drums.

"This time, you fell into the gentle township, and you don't thank me?" The figure of Aunt Ge was divided into four and escaped in four directions, and the end of this sentence was also divided into four, and each disappeared with an echo.

Ding Jun felt in a trance that there was a group of female dancers with graceful postures around him, with tinkling rings, dancing steps and tapping, and their bodies exuding a bewitching fragrance. His murderous intent was suddenly dispersed by the aroma, and his perseverance and fighting spirit were unconsciously relaxed, and the tense muscles on his face relaxed inch by inch.

The female dancer's posture is voluptuous and changeable, with a strong exotic touch between her gestures. Strange buns hung down from the top of their heads, and the way they were braided was something Ding Jun had never seen before. When the clothes on their bodies are swaying in the wind, the plump breasts and fat buttocks are faintly visible.

"Aunt Ge, don't force me to kill!" Ding Jun snorted.

"Kill, kill, no one can escape the catastrophe of Torin Temple, don't pretend to forcibly restrain yourself. Countless righteous people end up just for fame, and there is no strict dividing line between good and evil. You kill them, there is no difference between me killing Shi Miao, hehehehe......"

Aunt Ge's voice came from the sky, Ding Jun looked up, and saw that the fog had dispersed, and in the dark and deep sky, a strange Buddha statue with a male head and a bird body was high above, waving an iron chain in one hand and holding a treasure bottle in the other, exposing his body above the waist, with strange eyes wide open, looking down.

"All things and people are born, and people have nothing and heaven, kill!" The strange Buddha roared angrily and waved the iron chain away, and at the end of the iron chain, it turned out to be a big black snake head, which chose people to devour.

"This time, you're dead!" Aunt Ge's laughter flew, this time twenty paces ahead.

Ding Jun rushed forward with a knife, but a monster with a female head and a snake body suddenly rushed out from under his feet, with his hands folded, and a small snake winding around his head, neck, wrist, and fingers. The monster's snake body was extremely long, and one hovered around, already entangled Ding Jun. After that, the ground collapsed, the snake body fell, and Ding Jun fell into the darkness with him.

"Heaven, Demon, Solution, Body, Greatness, Law!" Ding Jun silently recited six words in his heart, his teeth bit the tip of his tongue, and he exerted force six times, each time heavier than the first, and the blood on the tip of his tongue became more salty and salty each time.

Illusions are born from the heart, and the blood on the tip of the tongue is the essence of the soul, and as soon as the blood comes out, all illusions are destroyed. Because of this, the martial arts of Heavenly Demon Disintegration ** is the strongest nemesis of the world's first qiē illusion.

Ding Jun ignored how many visual and auditory hallucinations there were in front of him and in his ears, and with his backhand, he pulled out a soft sword wrapped around his waist from the side of the stainless steel belt buckle, and stabbed it straight out with his arm.

The most dangerous place is the safest place, and the illusionist often hides behind the enemy, or even attaches to the enemy, in order to bother the enemy as much as possible.

That sword passed through Aunt Ge's chest.

Ding Jun retreated and pursued backwards, pushing the sword with his sword until the tip of the sword was inserted into a round pillar with a clatter.

"Aunt Ge, you have done too many dazzling things, gathered too many impossible things together, colorful, ten thousand Buddhas come to the court, it is really dizzying, and the heart is shaken. However, you should understand the truth of 'too much', the illusion of the sixteen Vajra dancing girls under the porch of the red hall of the Torin Temple is enough to trap me, but you have mobilized the mural of the common life bird with the body of the male head and the statue of Lu Mo with the body of the female head snake to besiege me, which is already a move to add to the snake painting. What's more, you roared out the inscription of Zhang Xianzhong's Seven Killings Tablet at the end of the Ming Dynasty through the mouth of the co-ordinating bird, and the fish eyes were mixed, and Zhang Guan Li Dai ...... One mistake in the heat of battle can lead to death, you have made so many mistakes, if I can't catch the fighter again, can I still get out of the Torin Temple alive?" Ding Jun let go of the hilt of his sword, turned around slowly, and faced the old and dark face of Aunt Ge.

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