In a courtyard in Lin'an City.

The spirited old Confucian put down the ancient scroll in his hand and looked at the sky.

Because of the cultivation of Haoran righteousness, he was able to peek through the heavens, and saw that the evil qi slowly gathered, and finally formed a big face, watching the entire Lin'an City in the sky.

"The fog gives birth to evil spirits." The old Confucian was sad and silent for a long time.

......

In the fog, Jiang Mian kept swinging his short knife and slashing at this thing, which he didn't know what it was.

This creature looked like a human being, a strange creature, with a human face, but it walked on all fours, and a ghostly cry came out of its throat.

It has a steel ring around its head, like a Buddhist weapon. There are no whites of the eyes, the pupils are pitch black, and the whole body is covered with red hair, which seems to have an ominous meaning.

Jiang Mian kept swinging his knife, hitting the claws of this ghost thing, and sparks continued to burst out of the air.

The flesh under the ghost's long fur was as hard as iron, and this knife was not a sharp weapon, and the blade was split after a few rounds.

The pig killing technique is the art of slaughtering pigs, and he has the skill of cutting meat in his hand, but Jiang Mian can't break through an inch of the flesh of this ghost thing.

And the ghost thing that was chopped was screaming miserably, and the voice was sometimes sharp and sometimes thick, sometimes male and sometimes female, and it was extraordinarily infiltrating.

Jiang Mian saw the opportunity and flew up and kicked the ghost thing out a few feet, this thing is just strong in defense, and the actual combat power is not as good as Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian took advantage of the victory to pursue, pressing the ghost thing against a thick tree trunk.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ghost thing was smashed into the tree, and Jiang Mian endured the sharp pain in his hand, pulled out the knife, and stabbed the ghost thing in the heart.

With a bang, the flames flew everywhere.

And the grinned bitterly.

Giggles, clucks!

Flutter.

The body was like a deflated ball, flattened and thin.

Jiang Mian was furious, raised his knife and stabbed again, but a cyan mist burst out from the ghost thing's body.

Jiang Mian hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and stepped back.

The ghost screamed louder and louder, but farther and farther away.

When the cyan gas dissipated, Jiang Mian cautiously stepped forward to check, and the thing was nowhere to be found.

After a fight, Jiang Mian completely lost his direction, this fog didn't know when it would disappear, and that thing didn't know when it would come again, and the hunters estimated that it was more than lucky.

He straightened his clothes and walked in the direction where the sound had disappeared.

The fog became thinner and thinner, and after about half an hour, the road gradually widened, and the mud floor became a smooth bluestone slab, probably because there was no human population for a long time, and the stone slab was covered with moss.

At this time, Jiang Mian could vaguely see the general outline of things in the distance, and at the end of the road, there was a mountain temple.

And the terrible ghostly cry came from the temple.

He grabbed his knife and stepped into the temple gate.

Not long after Jiang Mian stepped into the temple gate, the rickety figure who was about to die also arrived here.

Jiang Mian walked into the temple, the air was full of rotten musty smell, the smell of blood, and there was a clay statue of a broken god on the altar, and there was a crack on the forehead of the statue.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, and it was none other than those Orions.

The abdomen and chest of the hunters were cut open, and the human skin was open, leaving only a skeleton, and their five organs were eaten to the core.

Jiang Mian's heart was cold, and he looked at the ghost thing under the altar, which was intoxicated and smelled the smell of blood in the temple, where was the terrible scream, it was clearly excited.

"Brute!"

Jiang Mian shouted angrily!

The ghost was even more excited, giggling and chuckling.

"Donor!"

And let the poor monk accept this evil demon.

Jiang Mian was shocked, he didn't even notice that there was someone behind him.

He turned to look.

The white-robed monk with a beautiful face was looking at him with a smile.

"Big... Guru. ”

The monk is none other than the Buddhist King Kong who fought with the Mai swordsman that night.

"Don't dare to be."

Giggles, gurgles.

The ghost thing was howling again, and even Jiang Mian couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.

"Amitabha."

The white-clothed monk showed a sad look on his face, surrounded by Buddha light all over his body, like a bodhisattva of great compassion, he pointed out.

That ghost thing turned into a blood mist in Jiang Mian's eyes, and there was no scum left.

"The little donor really has a bone and courage, and he dares to fight this evil demon if he cultivates in the Yi Muscle Realm."

The white-clothed monk smiled and spoke softly, making people feel like a spring breeze, and it was hard to believe that it was actually the Buddhist King Kong who was in charge of killing.

"The master is wrong."

Jiang Mian clasped his hands together and returned the salute.

"I see that the little donor has a wisdom root, and I have a relationship with my Buddha, and I don't know if I am willing to follow the little monk to practice."

The white-clothed monk's tone was serious and sincere, which made it difficult to refuse.

"Practicing with a master?"

The boss of the Seven Realms actually threw an olive branch to himself, Buddhism is the leading sect on the mainland, and it is false to say that he is not moved.

"Let the boy think about it."

"It's all right." The monk was very patient.

"Something is wrong."

Jiang Mian secretly said in his heart, he still knows how many catties and taels he has, and he has Huigen on his body? He didn't believe it himself.

Jiang Mian inadvertently glanced at the offering platform, the clay statue of the god was a treasure and solemn Buddha, and there was a crack on the forehead of the Buddha statue.

"Buddha statue...... The crack on the forehead ......"

Jiang Mian suddenly exploded with hairs all over his body!

He looked at the several hollowed-out corpses on the ground again, the chest and abdomen of the corpses were neatly cut, Jiang Mian was a doctor in his previous life, and he asked himself if he couldn't do it so neatly with a scalpel.

It's easy to kill someone, but the same technique, even the same strength......

Can that screaming mountain demon do it?

"Also, isn't this horse a mountain temple?"

"Little donor, have you thought about it?"

The white-clothed monk's tone was still very warm, but it sounded like a cold to Jiang Mian.

"Alright."

He took a deep breath, a flash of silver.

Jiang Mian picked up the knife and slashed back.

Two fingers meet the short knife, and it is easy to grip it.

"What does the donor mean by this, why did he kill the little monk?"

The white-clothed monk asked with a smile.

Jiang Mian didn't answer, grabbed the floating soil on the offering table, and raised it to the back of the monk.

The tendons of his whole body were tightened, his strength exploded in an instant, and his speed reached the extreme, and he fled outside the temple.

Bang!

The temple door suddenly closed, and Jiang Mian rushed over and was flicked by a force.

"Takeo's liver should be a little tastier than these maggots." The white-clothed monk was talking to himself, the corners of his mouth were smiling, and his body was full of Buddha's energy, looking like a compassionate and compassionate person.

He licked his lips: "The little monk borrowed the life of the benefactor." ”

"Fuck you!"

Jiang Mian knew that he was invincible, but he did not flinch in the slightest.

Instead, he smashed out with a punch, and the punch came out extremely fast, forming a sound of breaking wind and rushing towards the white-clothed monk.

There was a little surprise in the eyes of the white-clothed monk: "The boxing practice is good, but it's a pity that the realm is not good." ”

As soon as he waved his monk's robe, Jiang Mian was thrown out by a huge force.

The difference in the realm between the two sides is too great, if it weren't for the white-clothed monk to keep his hand, Jiang Mian would have been split by Zen in an instant.

Jiang Mian struggled to get up, his gaze was firm, and he threw another punch.

The monk leaked an impatient expression, he was tired of playing.

He grabbed Jiang Mian's fist, and the dark energy of Zen Buddhism exploded, and after a loud bang, the young man's entire arm exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the air.

"Die."

The monk's voice was like a bell, and his eyes were extremely cold.

A pair of white Buddha's hands stretched out to Jiang Mian's chest.