Zhang Chuxue didn't know what happened to the Zhang family, and the current situation in the temple was not very optimistic.

As time went on, at eleven o'clock in the night, the old beggar could be seen through the crack in the door, and the bamboo pole like a cane was held in his hand as if it were a sword.

The old beggar stared in the direction of the temple gate, which was not large in the first place, and through the gate, he could go directly to them.

Suddenly, the gate of the temple was knocked away by an external force, and the force on it was obviously not small, but the old beggar just split the gate in half with a slight wave of the bamboo pole in his hand, and the popping sound startled Zhang Chuxue in the meditation room.

"Hum, Ma, Zhi, Mou, Ye, Sa, Le, De."

Just when there was an abnormality in the temple, although the old beggar had refused the host's kindness, there was a buzz of Buddhist eight-character mantras at this time.

There are more than 20 monks in total, including the presiding officer of this temple, but this eight-character mantra envelops the entire temple like a dusk drum and morning bell.

If you can see outside, you will find that the ghosts surrounding the temple are all those who are more than a hundred years old, such as red-clothed ghosts, immortal zombies, flying corpses, etc., and the only ones who can make such a big battle are the forces behind Zhou An.

"Senior, our cultivation is limited, and I can only help you stop them for four hours."

The old beggar nodded lightly in the direction where the host was, four hours was already very good news for him, he only needed to support it for two hours to wait until the rooster crowed for dawn, and then these ghosts would naturally be able to break down.

With the help of the host, the old beggar sat cross-legged on the ground again, and he wanted to keep himself in the best condition for the battle.

Outside the temple, the ghosts like locusts crossing the border did not dare to break into the temple easily because of this eight-character mantra, but it seemed that it was precisely because of the recitation of the eight-character mantra that they became more and more irritable.

It's just that among these ghosts, there are also those who are not strong, and after all, they failed to survive these four hours, and were turned into a pool of blood or directly overtaken.

Zhang Chuxue in the meditation room was restless, without the slightest sleepiness, wanting to help the old beggar but not knowing what to do, just about to open the door of the meditation room but was scolded loudly by the old beggar.

"Calm your mind, and if your heart is still, you will be still."

The fourth hour passed quietly, and the old beggar's eyes flashed like an out-of-body sword, as if he had changed a person.

I saw that the old beggar came to the entrance of the temple, and the ghosts outside rushed directly towards him without any hesitation.

But no matter how powerful the goblins are, they can't get within a meter of his body, as if this meter is his forbidden area.

With the power of one person to fight tens of thousands of ghosts, the bamboo pole in the old beggar's hand can take away a large number of ghosts every time he splits or stabs or sharpens, but the number of these ghosts is too much, even if the old beggar has divine power, the steps under his feet are constantly retreating.

When Zhang Chuxue saw the ghosts pouring in, she immediately let out a scream, their blue-faced fangs were really terrifying. new

Hearing Zhang Chuxue's scream, those ghosts seemed to have eaten ***, except for those who were still rushing towards the old beggar even though they were not afraid of death, the rest all took a detour and went straight to the meditation room.

Seeing those ghosts rushing towards him, Zhang Chuxuehua lost his face, sat on the ground in fright, and began to retreat with his hands and feet.

Zhang Chuxue didn't believe it in her heart, she only hoped that the old beggar could come to save her in time, otherwise, she could only be a dead word.

But looking at the old beggar, he had no intention of coming to the rescue at all, and he was still struggling to kill a steady stream of ghosts, and he didn't worry about Zhang Chuxue's safety at all.

"Amitabha."

Just when those ghosts wanted to break into the door, more than 20 golden bodies burst out of golden light at the same time in the meditation room, and every wooden beam and every floor in the meditation room was coated with a thick layer of gold.

The ghosts who entered the meditation room a little bit away from the meditation room did not have any power to parry, and they were irradiated by this golden light, and their rotten bodies were all melting rapidly, and the power was more powerful than the bamboo pole in the old beggar's hand.

Those ghosts are not stupid, they know that this is a Buddhist land, and they can't break into it with their own means, so they all unconsciously stay away from the meditation room.

"The golden body of Buddhism is so majestic!"

"It is said that the Buddha is destined for people, but I don't know...... Can I go in and have a look?"