Yang Ze looked around, the courtyard of the front hall of the temple, the ancient trees are towering, and there is a row of lush pines and cypresses against the wall. Dozens of golden pillars stand in the main hall, there is a seven-inch tablet on the pillar base, engraved with tadpole-like words, the handwriting has long been blurred, it can be seen that this temple is old.

"Donor, why are you here again? Even if you disguise yourself as the master of the Nine Pyloric Sect, you won't borrow the Zhuzhu grass from this Baoguang Temple," Xiao Shami said helplessly.

"Yi Rong?", Yang Ze was stunned, "Little master, you are mistaken, I am not the person you said, but what is the Zhuzhu grass you are talking about?"

"Oh, sin and sin, the poor monk has recognized the wrong person", the little novice looked up, and there were four pupils in his eyes, and the light of the double pupils shot out. After a while, he put away his gaze and said ashamedly, "The donor doesn't know that this bead grass is the spiritual grass of the world, and it is the treasure of the town temple."

At this time, an old monk in the main hall heard movement outside and walked out slowly, his eyes glazed, drowsy, and he didn't say a word. Yang Ze looked over, only to see that his hands and feet with thumb-thick shackles, rattling, as soon as he stepped out of the hall, he was pulled back by a force, and fell to the ground, Yang Ze found that one end of the chain was connected with the golden Buddha in the main hall.

"Amitabha, this hall door and the front of the Buddha, thirty-three steps and eighteen steps apart, out of the thirty-three heavens is eighteen layers of hell, all beings have no phase, you have to suppress the heart of the devil", a strange voice came from the hall, the old monk had a headache, was spitting blood by the Buddha's voice, and shouted wildly, "Xie Sanshi, you are the devil, you are the devil", he kept moving wildly, whirring and breathing.

Xiao Shami chanted for a while, the old monk tossed, couldn't stand it, fell to the ground, dying, Yang Ze felt that the mantra was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. Xiao Shami stopped, turned around and said, "Donor, please go back, my master has been caught in the ghost Gu, I'm afraid my life will not be long."

Yang Ze nodded, and was about to turn around, when a bunch of things fell out of the Buddha statue, Yang Ze looked over, and it turned out to be a human bone, and the skull was spinning on the ground freely, rolling to the feet of the little novice before stopping.

In an instant, Yang Ze felt a burst of qi rushing towards him, breaking through the air, and it was an incomparably thick thunderbolt.

Yang Ze didn't dare to greet him, swam around, and cast the Four Spirit Divine Traces to dodge the violent blow. Drawing the sword in the right hand, the internal power of the Jade Emperor Building is injected, the long sword shakes, the light is flashing, and thousands of sword flowers are pierced out, such as a little cold star, this sword is like a galloping horse, magnificent, it is the sweat and blood in the old horseman Zhou Xing's sword move.

Little Shami laughed and dodged sideways. The thunder in his palm rolled, and he turned upside down, and immediately transformed into a monster, with thousands of arms behind his back, and pounced with teeth and claws.

Yang Ze secretly shouted "not good", ran his vitality, and protected the nine acupoints around his body.

There was a person squatting on the wall, the flying sword was thrown, the surrounding aura was extinguished, and a hundred-year-old tree on the side of Xiao Shami instantly withered and fell to the ground in the wind. Blood spurted out of the novice's neck, his head rolled to the ground, and the smile on his face was still there.

Longhua Xuanmen flying sword, withered sword nine styles.

The man jumped down from the wall, and the flying sword suddenly retracted into the scabbard on his back, dressed in a Taoist robe, and his expression was pleasant, it turned out to be Jiao Daoling, who had gone down the mountain to sharpen his sword a few years ago.

"Senior Brother Jiao, why are you here?", Yang Ze clenched his fists and saluted, surprised.

Jiao Daoling's face was a little strange, and he said in a low voice, "Young Master Yang, this little novice is the phantom venerable of the four venerables of the Nine Pyloric Sects, and the monks in this Baoguang Temple have already been slaughtered by him, leaving only a pile of white bones", as he said that, he raised his foot and stepped on a corpse cockroach the size of several fists, and behind this temple were countless dead corpses.

"Senior Brother Daoling, the Zhucao has finally been found, this old bald donkey of Baoguang Temple is hiding this thing, it is really deliberate", the voice of the woman in the hall floated out, very beautiful, saying that one person walked out of the hall, it was the man in black that Yang Ze had just seen.

"Dao Ye Ning Lingwei?", Yang Ze looked back. Jiao Daoling beside him was at a loss, the corners of his mouth moved, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, although this senior brother was proficient in swordsmanship, he was wooden and not good at words.

Yang Ze slandered, "No wonder Senior Brother Jiao's face was a little strange just now, it turned out to be for this."

"Haha, Yang Gongzi, you also came to Qingyun Mountain to join in the fun", Ning Lingwei chuckled, the flowers and branches trembled, and her face was more ruddy than before.

"Ning Dao Ye doesn't pick the yang to supplement the yin, the Yellow River is going backwards, haha", Yang Ze teased.

"No, I'm good at this Dao Gu", Ning Lingwei chuckled and glanced at Jiao Daoling affectionately.

"I happened to be passing by here, did you find the Zhuzhu grass?", Yang Ze saw a small grass in Ning Lingwei's hand, which was full of bright red fruits, full and attractive.

"Well, this Qingcheng Mountain Nine Pyloric Sect is the best at pretending to be a god and a ghost, but unfortunately compared with my Holy Sect, it is still far behind after all, this Nine Pyloric Sect Phantom Venerable is good at illusion, and he still has some skills, and he can actually see through my disguise technique. Thinking about how majestic the Holy Sect was at the beginning, when the Holy Sect leader was indulged in women's sex and abandoned the affairs of the Sect, it eventually led to the fragmentation of the Holy Sect", Ning Lingwei said this, as if she remembered something. He took Jiao Daoling's hand and said, "Let's go quickly, otherwise Dingbo Town will suffer a catastrophe, and your work will probably be in vain."

After speaking, without waiting for Yang Ze to ask, his body shook and he had already jumped a few times with Jiao Daoling, and went to Dingbo Town in the lower reaches of the Guangling River, not forgetting to turn around and say, "Yang Gongzi, return the old cow at the door for me, which I borrowed from Sanyin Village, just at the foot of the mountain."

Yang Ze walked out of the temple gate, and sure enough, a cow was hanging at the door grazing, looking leisurely.