I saw that at the back of the temple, there was a small backyard, and a few red lanterns hung under the verandah, illuminating the whole courtyard red. On the side of the courtyard wall, there are thirteen pieces of wood about three meters long, and thirteen men and women of eighteen or nineteen years old are tied to the wood, all of whom look like students. One by one, they looked frightened, their faces were like dirt, and some of them began to cry.

Four bewitching young women who are as beautiful as flowers and brightly dressed are dancing boldly in the courtyard. Two of them have red silk scarves around their waists, and the other two are only tied with a few ribbons, half-covered and half-exposed, with their legs stretched and twisted their waists, full of strange appearances.

Next to her stood a stunning girl in a purple dress, blowing a strange bone flute, like a white scimitar. A great monk in his fifties, burly, shirtless, barefoot wearing a pair of bast shoes, holding a pair of cymbals and slamming it.

I saw a team of fierce monks holding musical instruments coming out of the corridor, and they also came out to join in the fun. For a while, the bald head and the beautiful woman danced wildly, and the hairy legs and jade legs were staggered, which was dazzling.

"What the hell are these lewd monks doing? No wonder they won't let me stay overnight. Xuchen secretly wondered.

I saw that the big monk also twisted his buttocks and danced proudly. After dancing for a while, he suddenly picked up a flying knife on his waist, jumped up out of thin air, and a harrier turned over, raised his hand, and a silver light flew towards the first stake.

"Not good!"

Xuchen was startled, suddenly retracted his sense, and with a shake of his body, he had already landed on the temple wall dozens of meters away, and rushed towards the backyard.

Tied to the stake was a young man of nineteen, who saw silver-white knives flying towards him and knew that something was wrong. But the thighs, waist, and shoulders were firmly on the stake, and they couldn't dodge. "Ahh

The other five people tied to the stake suddenly saw the flying knife flash, and the young man was already bleeding, and only then did he know that the trick played by the monk was to kill them, and they were almost frightened.

Some cried and begged, hoping that he would let them go, and some fainted in fright. It was too late, but it was too soon, and the fierce monk took them as the target of the flying knife, and he showed his skills in the courtyard. Suddenly, the harrier turned over and flew the knife out from behind, and suddenly the meteor caught the moon, one after another, and the knife was not missing. The foreheads of the people were also hit by flying knives one after another, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Those dancing young women, seeing this tragic scene, couldn't help but be sad. There was also a frightened look on her face, her dancing feet trembled, and her posture was not flexible, only the girl in the purple dress had the same expression, as if it was commonplace. The sound of the flute changed to a mournful sound, and with this situation, it became more and more weird.

I saw vague phantoms floating out of the deceased's head, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into clouds of light smoke and flew into the bone flute.

The bone flute seemed to drink human blood, rippling a red light, and the sound of the flute became more and more poignant, breathtaking!

In less than a few seconds, six had already died, and at this moment, the fierce monk's right hand was raised, and another silver light rushed towards the seventh girl.

When this girl saw this scene, her heart was already broken. I couldn't help but burst into tears, trembling all over, despairing in my heart, closing my eyes and waiting for death.

At this moment, a blue light struck the flying knife in the air as fast as lightning, and the silver flying knife suddenly turned, and it was inserted into the courtyard wall with a "poof".

And next to the flying knife, there was a green laurel leaf, and the flying knife trembled non-stop.

"Who came to visit late at night and dared to ruin my good deeds?" Huitong, the host of Biya Temple, was taken aback and shouted loudly.

"Demon monk, Buddha Gate Pure Land, you actually went on a killing spree. Ignoring life and blaspheming the gods is a sin that deserves death!"

In mid-air, a few clear voices were heard. As soon as the last sentence was finished, a green shadow fell from the sky like a big peng, and it was a young Taoist priest in a cyan robe of about twenty.

Suddenly a change occurred, and the dancing young woman, the monk, and the girl playing the flute all stopped. There are different expressions on the faces, surprise, fear, anger, fear, you name it.

The seven people who were tied to the stake and alive suddenly seemed to have seen a savior, and a glimmer of hope for survival ignited in their hearts.

When Xuchen saw the tragic situation of the six people in the courtyard and the blood on the ground, he couldn't help but be frightened, and said secretly:

"It's a pity that I was a step late, I was careless, I didn't expect this demon monk to be so ferocious, killing six innocent lives in a moment. ”

"Stinky Taoist, there is a door in heaven for you not to leave, and there is no door for hell for you to enter. Hehe, picking leaves and hitting knives, I really have some ability. No wonder you dare to meddle with the affairs of this Buddha, do you think you will ......"

Huitong's big eyes like copper bells opened, and before he finished speaking, his right foot slammed on the ground. The bluestone-paved slate ground immediately shattered into dozens of bowl-sized gravel stones, whistling and shooting towards the void dust ten meters away.

As early as when he used his divine sense to observe Huitong, Xuchen found that he was full of qi and blood, had the cultivation of the early stage of the Realm Grandmaster, and also practiced spells, and the girl in the purple skirt who played the flute also had demonic energy. For the sake of caution, he didn't go over in time, he wanted to take a look, but he didn't expect him to suddenly attack, so he didn't rush to help.

Although he is not like a Taoist priest who is too puritan, he specializes in subduing demons and eliminating demons as his own responsibility, and it is difficult to stand by when he encounters such a bloody and cruel thing.

Of course, this is also because he has entered the late stage of condensation, and he has enough strength and hole cards, otherwise he would not have been able to come out and die.

Now when he saw Huitong's move, Xuchen snorted coldly, squatted with both feet, and hugged his left and right hands, such as playing Tai Chi, using the first move of Xuanwu Seventy-two to capture the clouds.

Two cyclones, one black and one white, suddenly appeared in front of him, like a yin and yang gossip diagram, and they turned violently. All the stones that shot at him seemed to be under a suction. In front of the cyclone, it stopped moving forward and spun with it.

"Come and don't be rude, eat me. ”

Xuchen shouted, his palm moved, turned into a second-style wind palm, and grabbed his right palm, as if he had caught the wind. All the stones flew in front of him in an instant, condensing into a rotating stone ball the size of a grinding plate, and then his right palm flipped abruptly, turning into a third-type mountain palm, and the true yuan was released outward, urging outward.

I saw a bang in the air, and the stone ball rushed in front of Monk Huitong like a meteor catching the moon, and the air seemed to be torn apart, and a violent wind swayed. Suddenly, the sand flew away, and a circular aura appeared out of thin air.

Huitong's face changed greatly, his toes were a little on his toes, and his body retreated as quickly as thunder.

But he was fast, and the speed of the stone ball was even faster, exceeding the speed of sound, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of him.

Huitong was not in a hurry to dodge at all, so he had to use his true qi and connect his palms hard.

Boom!

Huitong's body was like a kite with a broken string, piercing through the wooden wing room and the stone wall in the backyard, and rolling directly down dozens of meters away.

In the wings and stone walls, a human-shaped hole was left, and broken wood and gravel flew to the ground.

Hiss!

Almost all of them gasped in shock, and the dancing young women and the dozen or so monks holding musical instruments trembled slightly in fright, not daring to move. Only the girl in the purple dress had a cold look in her eyes, and gradually revealed a fierce light.

"Look for death!"

An angry roar came from afar, and in the next second, Huitong flew like a tiger out of the mountain, bringing a gust of wind to fly.

The other person was in the air, his chest was torn, and a mouthful of blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking even more fierce. However, a white cyclone rippled out of his body, and the whole person was not falling into the air, and his momentum was even worse than just now.

"Okay, good, good! I didn't think that a little Taoist priest could hurt me. Tonight, I will take your soul and be the main soul of my 'Divine Flute'. Huitong was furious, glared at Xuchen fiercely, and secretly swore that he would make his life worse than death for a while.

"Imperial Qi Volley, isn't this the Qingcheng Sect's peerless 'Lingyun Jue', does this demon monk still have a relationship with the Qingcheng Sect?"

"No, the Qingcheng faction's Lingyun Jue is more subtle than his, he only learned fur, and he probably just imitated Lingyun Jue. Xuchen remembered that eight years ago, he and his master were in Qingcheng Mountain, and they had watched the great elders of the Qingcheng faction fight with people together, and used the Lingyun Jue once.

"Stinky Daoist, go die!" The white cyclone on Huitong's body became more and more, and he seemed to be in the center of a tornado. With a wave of his hand, he turned the white cyclone into a lifelike cloud snake and swept towards the void.