It was raining in Zhoujia Village, and the rain was very heavy, so big that it was like a scoop, and it was like the sky was crying.

It was getting late, and there was not even a white cloud in the sky.

But the rain was red.

Tang Qian didn't stop, he didn't even have the heart to stop and look, the clothes on his body were constantly wet, and the hundred clothes were even bright red, and when he arrived at Zhoujia Village, Tang Qian's speed was faster, and the restrictions of Easy Ridge were almost no longer here, so he had arrived at the dilapidated temple almost instantly.

Then Tang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, because the temple was still there, and there was a faint golden film propped up on the outside of the temple, so the monk should still be alive, the monk was alive, and Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng inside should not be bad.

So Tang Qian just stood in this weird red rain, and then looked at the temple.

Just look at the temple.

It's as if the dilapidated red lacquered wooden door of this temple has a charming magic, which is really attractive, or the plaque that I don't know if it's three or four words, it really makes people reverie, Tang Qian seems to have to figure out what is written on it.

He tries not to care about what he can see, but sometimes people are like this, the more things they shouldn't see, the more clearly they can see.

The corpses of countless monks, in fact, these monks are not very strong, and they can even be said to be weak, only a few who still want to calculate Tang Qian are considered to be some Taoism, but if you really calculate carefully, there is not even a guy who can wrestle with that Qimen magician camel in Los Angeles.

But this is two different things from whether these people should die, they died, and even died completely, because they had already skipped the process of drying up after they died, and now these monks are already dried corpses.

Tang Qian didn't want to be drenched in the rain anymore.

"The poor monk's Taoism is too bad, and he can only protect the people of this temple. The sigh of the lifelong monk came from the front of the temple, and it could be seen that some thin gold threads were connected to the entire temple from his body, and the red lacquer door that was opened could also be vaguely seen that there were still some scattered monks inside, Tang Qian even saw the old man at the beginning and his two apprentices.

The rain in the sky was still falling, and Tang Qian already knew what was going on.

The rain began to fall after he left, and the rain fell on the monk with low cultivation, and it drained the monk's blood in an instant, and then the blood was returned to the sky by the rain, and when it came down, it was more rain.

Soon it turned into a heavy rain, and the heavier the rain, the greater the impact on the monks, even some monks with high cultivation became the nourishment of this "blood rain" together, which was terrifying and desperate.

Tang Qian listened to these words when he was sitting outside the temple gate, because he was still covered with this so-called blood rain, and no one dared to stand closer to the door except for the old man monk.

"A lifelong monk, you said that if two countries go to war and one country loses, is it better to run away alone, or is it easy to run away with a group of people?" Tang Qian was thinking seriously about this question, because a lifelong monk already had an answer, but this answer was not very good.

"Naturally, it's easy to run away alone, but it's not bad to take a group of people, according to what my Buddhism gives me, it should be a group of people. ”

"Your Buddha is naturally right, the premise is that the one who runs away with people is a heroic general, but what if the leader is a sick man?

Tang Qian is talking about the faint golden thread of a lifelong monk, it is definitely easier to protect yourself than to protect a temple, for example, Tang Qian will not even have much influence in this blood rain.

The lifelong monk just smiled, but his smile gradually disappeared, and he even immediately pulled up the old man, although he said, "The old gentleman will go to rest first." But the action was not polite at all, and he sent the old man deeper into the temple with a light palm, and then he quickly closed the temple door, and only had time to say: "Be careful." ”

Tang Qian only had time to reply: "Be careful." When he had said this, he could only see the gate.

The door was closed, and Tang Qian could also feel that there was a person behind him, this person was probably very tall, because his mountain-like body had already cast a shadow on Tang Qian's body, and even covered Tang Qian's entire body.

"After the rain of blood...... Your Excellency......" Tang Qian sighed, but still asked.

The man did not answer.

So Tang Qian had no choice but to turn around and slash his sword.

The sword missed.

He saw that the person behind him was not exactly a person, this thing had a human form, but the whole body was a black wind, swept and swirled, not very far from this person, but it was very much like a person, because he still had a neck, and a brown rag was wrapped around his neck, blocking its face.

This black wind gave substance to all the actions of this strange guy, but it had no shape, Tang Qian almost subconsciously raised his sword and put it behind his back, and then the next moment Tang Qian's whole person had already been hit and rushed forward.

When the wind hits a wall, it will be blocked and will blow back.

The black wind continued to impact the temple, the golden film of the lifelong monk, and the one who had just hit Tang Qian was the one who came back.

Before Tang Qian's body could adjust, the second strand had already arrived, and looking at it like this, Tang Qian's whole person was about to be knocked into the body of this black wind monster.

As soon as Tang Qian picked up the iron sword, the whole person flew up with the iron sword, barely passing this person, but just after flying less than two zhang, a hand with a black strong wind had already wrapped around Tang Qian's ankle, this hand looked very slender, and each finger was terrifyingly long, Tang Qian even figured it out after a while, this is not slender, this is probably the thickness of a finger that can only be reached by bones.

The two zhang were already taller than two or three sturdy men stacked together, but this person's hand could be connected by a black wind, and then he forcibly pulled Tang Qian back and slammed into the temple.

The low Buddha singing of the monk of the "Amitabha Buddha ......" all his life made people feel a little relieved, and Tang Qian did not seem to break through the wall of the temple, but as if he fell on a piece of cloth, or fell into a quagmire, deeply trapped into the wall wrapped in golden film, and then slowly "spit out".

The sword in Tang Qian's hand was still aimed at this strange man, and Tang Qian wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, he actually didn't know if it was rain falling from the sky or flowing out by himself.

"Your Excellency, isn't it fishy?" Tang Qian asked a question that he didn't think was very stupid, but in fact it was extremely stupid.

Because the other party will not answer him.