Chapter 320: Bloodstained Ancient Temple

The owner of the tea shed put on new tea again, wiped the square table clean with a rag, and then took out the teacups and filled them one by one.

Pick up the broken silver left on the table.

Everything is natural and peaceful, just like life, three meals a day, day and night, work and rest.

After the tea, the song suddenly turned, like a storm, like a dense drum, and every note was like a golden sound, cutting people's hearts.

Syllable!

The top half of the teacup slipped down, and the incision was neat, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

Everyone quickly retreated, flashing their weapons, and slashing with great speed.

It was obviously empty in front of him, but the weapon that could be chopped off was full of sparks, and the tiger's mouth with the weapon was numb.

Burst!

A man's legs were amputated by the invisible True Qi Qi in unison, and blood was overflowing.

A man's head suddenly fell in half.

A middle-aged woman is cut from it.

......

Yajing's tea shed suddenly turned into a battlefield of Shura, where some people fell and others came up.

Three men cut in from the back of the tea shed, each holding a crossbow arrow in his hand, and none of the crossbow arrows were aimed at the old man who played the erhu.

Just when the crossbow arrow was about to be launched, the old man in the tea shed reached out and held the rag on his shoulder, shook it vigorously, the rag exploded, the cloth crumbs flew, and a mouthful of bright software suddenly appeared eyeliner, and the arms of the three crossbow archers were cut off with a glue.

"Mr. Hu, you go first!"

The owner of the tea shed overturned the table and threw the hot tea to everyone, and the three-foot software went out to sea like a poisonous dragon, stirring up the storm.

............

The great monk chanted the scriptures all the way, just as he went forward.

The dilapidated temple is just ahead, where ancient pines are lined and overgrown with weeds.

The angry-eyed King Kong in front of the temple gate also lacked arms and legs, revealing loose mud tires.

In suspense, a diagonal plaque fluttered in the wind, and I was afraid that it would fall off if it shook a little bigger.

There are three gilt characters written on the card, but the gilt on it has been completely peeled, and only shallow traces can still see the three words "Dalin Temple".

The great monk sighed, he did not enter the temple, but sat in front of the temple gate, knocking on the skull, turning the bone beads, chanting and chanting the Buddha, but this time he did not scold, he recited the Eight Classics.

The breeze blows, and the pine needles fall, but not silently, but sharply.

The great monk rolled on the spot, looked back, and saw three steel needles standing on the stone slab where he was sitting cross-legged, which entered the stone and burst into cracks.

"Where are the rats, why don't you show up soon?" The great monk's body rotated, and with a wave of his hand, the demon posture ascended to the square, spun out, and hit the ancient pine treetops.

Click!

The branches were cut in unison, and the pine needles flew in unison, accompanied by blood and corpses.

"Kill!"

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking the air came from behind, each one was cold and shining, and each one was a steel needle that could kill people.

Then, dozens of black shadows appeared, without a single sound or slogan, just for the sake of killing.

"Amitabha meat!"

The great monk's robe unfolded, forming an enchantment around it, surrounded by a trace of golden light, blocking countless steel needles.

This is his strongest defense, but how long he can resist, the great monk doesn't know, and it doesn't matter.

The robes were shrouded, and the Buddha's palms were even afraid, and several of the black-clothed people were either on their chests, or on their backs, or on their heads, all of which were knocked down to varying degrees.

But the rear is also exposed, a steel needle is hidden in the pine needles, quietly approaching, passing through the gap in the defense of the great monk, right in the back shoulder!

"Amitabha meat!" The great monk calmly finished reciting the Buddha's name, then became angry, then jumped violently, and then exploded.

The robe of the demon was like a square weapon, and he rotated it, and some of the men in black were cut off by the waist, and some were beheaded.

For a while, the blood rained like a shower, so it was not spectacular.

The great monk fought for a long time, and resisted for a long time, and there were twenty-three corpses at his feet, but there were many more, all of them were eyeing and approaching.

The great monk turned around and glanced at the deserted ancient temple, he wanted to go in, wanted to worship sincerely, wanted to use the last time to accompany the green lantern, accompany the ancient Buddha, even if it was death, he preferred to stay in the Buddha's land.

But the man in black obviously didn't intend to let him get his wish, and they copied it from behind, blocking all the retreats of the great monk.

It's a mortal game, and it's a place to be buried.

"The will of heaven, don't force it!" The great monk clasped his hands together, and he had already accepted his fate in his bones.

This is the greatest advantage of Buddhism, they like to accept fate, like to follow fate, like to be compassionate, and like to purify sentient beings.

I think that's Providence, that's Buddha's will.

Heaven's will and Buddha's will are irreversible.

The great monk took back his robe, took out the skull and bone beads, recited crooked scriptures, and cursed people.

But the man in black was unmoved, like a deaf man, with steel needles clasped between his fingers and a short knife across his chest.

The great monk took out the earth-level gold creation medicine, and he smiled, laughing very happily and bitterly.

If swallowed, he can still have a life and kill more enemies.

But instead of swallowing it, he hid the elixir in the deepest storage bag, which would reduce the proportion of explosions.

As if a light sigh came from the temple, the great monk thought it was an illusion.

This is an illusion, and there should be no third party on this road, except for oneself and the enemy.

"There is only so much that a poor monk can do!"

The great monk closed his eyes and waited for death.

Whoosh!

The wind rose again, but it was not as sharp as before, and I didn't feel any pain on my body.

Could this accident be the enemy's steel needle missed? Or did they pretend to torture the poor monks?

The great monk shook his head, because in his opinion, these methods were all pediatrics, and he could not scare himself.

"Hell only accepts monks who are cautious about their sins, you are not qualified enough, you still need to work hard!"

The Great Monk opened his eyes suddenly, it was the voice he expected, and it was also a voice that he was familiar with.

But the surrounding environment has changed, not a dazzling blood red, but a dazzling snow white.

"Lime powder? funeral night!"

In the haze, a figure rushed out of the temple.

Although his cultivation is not high, he has a lot of experience, his output is not strong, but his body is exquisite.

He rarely goes toe-to-toe with his enemies, and he only likes to strike at the right time.

"Amitabha meat!" The great monk's dead fighting consciousness was revived, and the robe in his hand was like a butcher's knife, every time he flew out, he wanted to harvest such a human life.

"Good brother, I knew you would come!" The great monk did not recite the Buddha's name this time, but greeted him in a reckless manner.

Because he knows that the other party is such a person.

The lime powder is overwhelming, like heavy snow, like ice and snow, and from time to time there are sharp white lines shuttling.

It was the snap of the fingers of the funeral night, not only gas, but also high-efficiency lime powder.

Under the cover of lime powder, the great monk was very easy to kill, not as overstretched as before, and suffered from the enemy on his back and abdomen.

He...... is the strongest support.

(End of chapter)