Inside the temple, the lonely cold wind is clear, only three oil lamps are lit in the night, yellowish lamps, several Buddha statues are placed on both sides, and in the middle, the statue of Shakyamuni is enshrined in two people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The fat monk was gnawing on the chicken wings with relish, and suddenly, the wind passed, and the only three remaining oil lamps in the temple were all extinguished!

The fat monk held the chicken wings, and his hands full of oil and water suddenly stagnated.

"Uh... What's this? Lord Yinsi, you're here?"

The fat monk stood up, arched his hand to the surroundings, and said tentatively, it seems that he also knows that there is a soul envoy coming tonight.

"It doesn't make sense... Why is it so early? The hour has not come. ”

The fat monk looked at the moon outside, and estimated in his heart that it would be some time before Yin Si hooked the soul.

Then, a gloomy wind blew inside the temple!

The temperature plummeted, as if it had reached the freezing point, and even the ground was covered with a layer of white mist, and the fat monk's face changed suddenly, and he also knew that this was not a yin si, but a ghost!

The figure of the blood eagle gradually appeared at the gate of the temple, and on his body, there was a strong black qi surging, this was the first time Yan Feng had seen the blood eagle shoot.

Standing next to a tree outside the temple, looking at the blood eagle at this moment, the powerful ghost aura emanating from his body, Yan Feng's guess in his heart became clearer and clearer.

He was also becoming more and more sure.

Sure enough, yes!

This Blood Eagle, if its injuries can be completely healed, it will definitely be an existence comparable to that of a ghost! This is a military spirit! If it becomes the realm of ghosts and demons, just relying on that evil qi is enough to deter other ghosts!

"Demons, demons!"

When the fat monk saw the figure of the blood eagle, he was so frightened that he retreated, and took off the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and held them in his hands.

That's it?

Yan Feng leaned against the tree and looked at the appearance of the fat monk... This is too cowardly, just like this, you still learn to hook people's souls?

For the fat monk's performance, the blood eagle was also a little surprised, and with a wave of his hand, a black gas rushed towards the fat monk with a whistling.

The fat monk screamed, pulled up his legs and ran back, and the black gas hit the fat monk with a bang.

Strange things happened, this black gas touched the fat monk, as if it had entered a container, and directly entered the fat monk's body, disappeared, but this fat monk, except for the wow wow scream, it seemed that nothing had happened, and the blood eagle continued to throw out a few times one after another, without exception, all of them were sucked.

Yan Feng frowned, this fat monk is a little strange!

"Buddha, I'll tell you! Don't mess around!"

The fat monk hid behind the statue of Shakyamuni, revealing his head and pointing at the blood eagle.

Blood Eagle frowned, it is estimated that he is depressed infinitely at the moment, how can his ghost qi be of no use to this fat man, and this fat monk... How does this thing feel like it's playing a game?

"Hahaha, don't dare to come over, you little demon, see if you still beat the Buddha!"

The fat monk's appearance...

Neuropathy... Yan Feng and Blood Eagle scolded in their hearts at the same time.

At this time, Yan Feng couldn't stand it anymore, and walked into the temple, and as soon as the fat monk saw Yan Feng, he immediately jumped out.

"Boy, it's you who instructed, what do you want to do!"

I rub, what do I want to do?

"Do you want to rob the Buddha's chicken legs!"

Yan Feng looked at this fat monk like a neuropath, and he was teasing wherever he put it out.

"Hand over Ye Bin's life and soul, or don't blame me for doing it. "Yan Feng originally planned to do it directly, but now that he sees the appearance of this fat monk... It seems that he can't move at all.

As soon as the fat monk put his hands on his waist, his fat belly arched and shook up and down.

"Ye Bin, which one is Ye Bin? Don't talk nonsense here!"

"Will you pay it?"

"How old are you, why did the Buddha give it to you?"

"Dead fatty, you're looking for death!"

Saying that, Yan Feng pulled the bow of the evil spirit, and the evil arrow was put on it, and the golden string appeared, and the fat monk saw this, and suddenly shrank behind the statue of Sakyamuni.

"Shoot, you have the courage to shoot, hahaha, don't dare!" the fat monk laughed.

, what kind of crazy monk did this run out of the temple, Yan Feng patted his head, he was really speechless.

"Dead fat man, let me ask you, why do you want to hook other people's souls, as a monk, if you do such a hurtful thing, aren't you afraid of being reincarnated?"

The fat monk was stunned for a moment, then climbed on the shoulder of the statue of Shakyamuni and exposed his head to Yan Feng.

"You kid knows a fart, the Buddha is understanding cause and effect, and he is practicing! I have already given him the Taoist Sutra for this mortal's soul, and he will definitely be able to cast a good family in his next life. ”

"I've got a fuck out of you!"

Yan Feng blurted out and scolded, talking to this kind of fat man, people will be angry to death.

The evil arrow in his hand came out of the bow directly.

"Mom, you really shoot!" The fat monk saw Yan Feng's arrow shoot out, and he was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head.

Smack!

The arrow was nailed to the pillar behind the statue of Shakyamuni, then dissipated and returned to the quiver of the harsh wind.

"Nine Arrows of Evil Punishment!"

The fat monk resurfaced his head, looked at the place where the evil arrow had disappeared, turned his head to look at Yan Feng in surprise, and then showed a happy smile on his face.

"Tut-tut, I didn't see it, you kid even has nine arrows to punish evil!"

"Oh?"

Yan Feng found that this fat man was not afraid of himself at all, he was all pretending to be just now, and... He actually knew the Nine Arrows of Evil Spirit.

"I repeat, give me that soul. ”

The fat monk scratched his neck: "Donor, it's not me who said, why are you so persistent, besides, the people of Yin Si have already set out to hook the soul, and as soon as the soul envoy comes out, there is no reason to go back empty-handed, what can I do if I give it to you, is it possible that you want to fight with that Yin Si?"

"Then it's none of your business. ”

Yan Feng's eyes were cold, and the blood eagle next to him stood up, his eyes instantly turned red, and the black ghost aura suddenly filled the entire temple.

"What a powerful ghost... It's almost close to the demon, but it's a pity, the Buddha doesn't eat this set!"

The fat monk walked out from behind the statue of Shakyamuni, looked at the blood eagle, and then took out a chicken leg from his wide sleeve and handed it to Yan Feng.

"The Buddha invites you to eat chicken legs, do you want to cut it?"

Yan Feng swept his eyes at the chicken leg... I rubbed it, what kind of dirty this chicken leg Nima has become, it's almost hairy.

"Don't eat it, I won't give it yet!"

Saying that, the fat monk smiled, dusted off the ashes on the chicken legs, put it to his nose and smelled it;

When you bite down, the expression on your face is called a richness.

Yan Feng frowned, he couldn't understand what this fat monk wanted to do, was this person really the one who hooked Ye Bin's soul?

I didn't know what to say for a while, but it seemed that this fat monk didn't seem to be afraid of the evil spirit, and the attack of the blood eagle just now, coupled with the ghost aura that was now permeating the temple, didn't work on him.

It was as if something was protecting him, squeezing out all the Blood Eagle's ghostly energy.

Looking at the fat monk who was gnawing on the chicken legs one by one, Yan Feng put away the Nine Arrows of Evil and walked towards him step by step.