"The people in this temple are very likely to be related to the Blood Cloud Thief...... Tang Jie thought silently, the leader of the Blood Cloud Thief, the wild man, was rushing in the direction of this temple before he died, saying that it was impossible for the two to be unrelated.

Coming here, Tang Jie thought about it for a long time, and finally made a decision, go in and have a look!

Tang Jie touched the handle of the iron knife at his waist and slowly walked into the temple.

The temple looks very dilapidated, the original bluestone bricks on the ground have been overgrown with grass, and a big tree with a crooked neck in the courtyard also looks yellow, as if it has been sucked dry by weeds.

In the open hall of the temple in front of him, candles were burning, and under the candle flames, an old white-eyed monk with kind eyebrows was looking at him with a smile.

This white-eyed old monk sits on a futon, wearing a robe, and his appearance is very gentle, giving people the feeling of being a high-ranking monk.

Apparently he was the one who spoke earlier.

What surprised Tang Jie even more was that there were other people in this hall, they were three men in green clothes, all of them had swords at their waists, extremely extraordinary, these three people also looked at Tang Jie in surprise, as if they didn't expect someone to come at this time, and they all looked at him with frowns.

"It's cold at night, donor, please come in and sit. ”

The white-eyed old monk said with a smile.

"Then bother. ”

Tang Jie did not let down his vigilance in his heart, stepped into the hall, glanced at the three men, and sat down on a futon a few meters away.

The scene here was very strange, although he didn't notice any crisis, Tang Jie was even more vigilant in his heart, and decided to wait and see what was going on and figure out the situation first.

"The poor monk will make a cup of tea for you. ”

The old monk got up and walked into a room at the back of the hall, where only Tang Jie and the three men were left.

The furnishings in this hall are simple, with several futons, several tables and chairs, and a dilapidated dark gold Buddha statue.

Tang Jie was observing the three men, and the three men were also observing Tang Jie, one of them in the middle was wearing a green shirt, with two small beards, and a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty years old, then lowered his voice and said: "Boy, if you don't want to die, leave quickly! This is not the place for you to come!"

The other two younger men glanced at Tang Jie indifferently, as if in their eyes, ordinary people like Tang Jie completely made them too lazy to speak, and there was a taste of disdain.

"This senior, what kind of place is this?Is there anything in the temple?" Tang Jie's heart moved, and he also lowered his voice and asked the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was about to speak, but he kept silent, because at this time, the white-eyed old monk walked out of the back room, holding a wooden plate in his hand, and in the wooden plate were four teacups filled with turquoise tea.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Han Temple is shabby and the hospitality is not good, I hope you will forgive me. ”

The white-eyed old monk said apologetically, and came to Tang Jie with a teacup.

"Thank you. Tang Jie politely thanked him, picked up one of the teacups, and glanced at the green tea in the teacup, no matter how big Tang Jie's heart was, it was impossible to drink it.

Then the white-eyed old monk came to the other three.

"Thank you. The middle-aged man picked up the teacup and thanked him, but the other two were full of vigilance, and hesitated for a while before reaching out and picking up a teacup.

After serving tea, then the white-eyed old monk sat back on the futon, he looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and the other three, and said with a smile: "Three, did you bring what the poor monk wanted?"

"What's that?"

The three people who asked this question were a little puzzled.

Seeing this scene, the smile on the white-eyed old monk's face retracted and became gloomy: "Three, the poor monk entertained you well, but you didn't bring what I wanted?"

The white-eyed old monk's face changed as soon as he said it, and his eyes flashed with a cold light, staring at the middle-aged man and the other three.

"Old fellow, Uncle Ben has listened to you recite the Sutra for a long time, if the expectation is good, you are the demon entrenched here, right?"

A young cold man among the three said in a cold voice with extreme impatience.

"Demons?"

Tang Jie was slightly surprised when he heard it next to him, and he also guessed that this white-eyed old monk was most likely a demon and the person behind the Blood Cloud Thief, and these three people seemed to have tracked down this temple because of this.

The white-eyed old monk stood up from the ground, his eyes flashing with blood: "Demon, who do you say is a demon?"

The scarlet eyes exuded a breathtaking oppressive force, causing the three people opposite to stand up from their seats in an instant.

When the cold young man was shocked when he saw this, he snorted coldly: "Sure enough, you old guy is pretending to be a ghost! You can drink this tea yourself!"

As he spoke, the cold young man suddenly raised his hand and threw the teacup in his hand towards the white-eyed old monk.

However, something unexpected happened, the white-eyed old monk did not dodge, he flicked his sleeves, the teacup was rolled by a skillful force, not a drop of water leaked out, and it fell steadily into the hands of the white-eyed old monk.

"It's ...... Martial arts?" Tang Jie was slightly shocked when he saw this scene, this white-eyed old monk used some kind of martial arts technique, and he was definitely a profound cultivator!

The white-eyed old monk took the teacup, drank all the tea in the teacup in one gulp, and looked at the cold man coldly with blood-gled eyes: "Please drink tea, but you don't know what to do, and the poor monk didn't bring what he wanted, so the poor monk will take it himself!"

After speaking, the white-eyed old monk stepped heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled violently, and cracks centered on the soles of the white-eyed old monk's feet, spreading out a diameter of seven or eight meters, as if trampled by a giant beast, and the white-eyed old monk himself pounced towards the three men like a brute beast.

"Demon Rope!"

A handsome young man on the right let out a low shout, his sleeve robe shook, and a golden rope flew out, flying towards the white-eyed old monk, a hovering bound him tightly, and tightened it hard!

"It's an immortal cultivator!"

When Tang Jie saw this scene, he immediately recognized that this was the method of immortal cultivators, the middle-aged man and the other three were all immortal cultivators, and it seemed that they had also noticed the strangeness in this temple, so they would appear here!

"Being bound by the demon rope, even the demon beast can't break free, and I'll dig out your demon heart later, and take it back in exchange for contribution points!" The handsome young man laughed proudly, his demon rope was an eight-grade magic weapon, even if the demon beast of the first order peak of infinite strength was tied up, it was difficult to break free.

"Roar!"

However, the white-eyed old monk's eyes spurted blood, and the roar of the dragon elephant faintly sounded in his body, and his arms shook hard!

"Crackle!"

In the shocked eyes of the handsome young man and the other three, the demon rope that could bind the demon beast let out an overwhelmed moan, and it was torn apart!

The white-eyed old monk grinned: "The poor monk's dragon elephant skill has been practiced to a relatively high and profound realm, and its strength is still stronger than that of ordinary demon beasts!"