According to the requirements of the small national division, the Imperial City Division divided several messengers to inform the city guards and city gate guards of the four capitals, and soon completed the blockade order of the monks in Kyoto.

After the guards and coachmen of the Imperial City Division drove the carriage to the floor in front of the gate of Shitan Temple, they retreated outside the mountain, and the patrol guards of Zuojing also sent a team of night guards to assist, and Tianmen Mountain was quickly placed under martial law, locking the road, and leaving the entire Tianmen Mountain to Fu Bo.

Fu Bo stepped out of the carriage, looked at the gray Shitan Temple in the moonlight, grinned silently, and then walked to the carriage in the middle, and with a wave of his hand, tore the front curtain of the carriage.

The carriage was stuffed with Shiro's corpse.

"Shiro, such a good night, but you can only watch me drink bald blood, tsk. Fubo said softly to Shiro's corpse, as if regretting that Shiro couldn't drink wine together.

At this moment, Shiro's eyes were still green, but he was lifeless, staring blankly ahead.

"Shiro Shiro, there's a delicious meal ahead, do you want to have a drink?" Fubo jokingly shook Shiro's corpse.

Shiro didn't make a sound, and he couldn't make a sound.

With a bang, Fauber slapped the wooden plank on the side of the carriage with one palm, and scolded in a low voice: "Bald donkey!"

Then turning around and looking at the huge shadow of the temple, Fu Bo looked up to the sky again and roared: "Bald donkey~"

After yelling, Fu Bo shook his body, rushed into another carriage, and dragged the old monk out by the neck.

At this time, the round ring had been restrained, and he could only stare at the familiar Shitan Temple, but he couldn't make any sound.

Fu Bo carried the round ring, as if carrying a pot of wine to visit a friend, and slowly walked towards the temple gate.

Tianmen Mountain has been silenced, and only the sound of Fu Bo's clattering footsteps echoes in the dark woods, approaching the temple one by one.

When I arrived at the door, the Shitan Temple sounded a leisurely bell in the distance.

It should be that the people who saw off the ring tonight had no intention of falling asleep, and turned into the main hall to continue to recite the Heart Sutra silently, in order to calm their minds and calm their minds.

Fu Bo's roar just now, someone in the temple should have heard it, so he rang the prayer bell and chanted again.

Gradually, the chanting sound in the temple began to gather again, and there was a feeling that it was becoming more and more prosperous, and it should be that everyone began to gradually gather in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Fauber paused, looked at the ring, and said, "You told them before that I would come back and ask for my life?" ”

Yuanjie couldn't reply, nor did he look at Fu Bo, his pupils still looked at Shitan Temple nostalgically, and he was reluctant to leave for a moment.

Fu Bo ho made a meaningless guttural sound, came to the mountain gate, and as soon as he raised his foot, the old door leaf was kicked like a piece of paper, and it was kicked in all directions.

Boom~

There was a small novice behind the door who was eavesdropping on the door panel to listen to the movement outside, and at this moment he was kicked by the round ring, his body was embedded with wood fragments, and he was blown away by the momentum, and his whole body was trembling, and he was speechless in pain.

Fu Bo still walked over step by step with the ring, then squatted down, pressed the head of the ring, and let the face of the ring face face against Xiao Shami's blood-stained face, and said, "Old bald donkey, who is this little kid, do you recognize his name?"

Yuanjie's round eyes were opposite the little novice's distracted eyes, and the distance was no more than half a foot.

How can you not recognize that you have been together day and night for almost ten years, which little novice is not brought by a round ring?

And who little novice didn't call him a black-faced uncle.

Blackface ...... My previous self was too strict with these kids, I really shouldn't have it...... Yuanjie suddenly regretted it, the next life, the next life...... Now this kid should be the age of bloom.

Fauber forcibly turned the head of the ring to face him: "It's uncomfortable, how long have you known these little kids? five years, ten years?"

After saying that, Fu Bo still stretched out his index finger and pointed it on Xiao Shami's forehead, so that Yuanjie watched him poke his index finger into Xiao Shami's skull little by little, and let Yuanjie watch the brains on Xiao Shami's forehead squeeze out little by little from the cracks between his fingers.

It wasn't until Yuanjie closed his eyes in pain that he couldn't bear to look at it anymore that Fubo sucked his finger and whispered softly in Yuanjie's ear: "You've only known him for ten years, only ten years! Do you know how many years Shiro has been with me? You also understand pain?"

The corners of Yuanjie's eyes are moist, this kid ...... In the next life, let's report it again.

An exclamation.

The little novice was not on duty at the mountain gate alone, there was another little novice, who was covering his mouth and secretly hiding beside him and watching, until he could no longer bear the torture of fear, and then ran to the temple in shock.

Ho ho ho ho ~

Fu Bo made a guttural voice that seemed to be smiling, picked up the ring and continued to walk towards the temple, the little novice is better frightened, fear will spread, this process is like sprinkling incense powder on the barbecue meat for Fu Bo, which can make the meat more fragrant.

After the mountain gate is the bell tower and drum tower, Fu Bo haha, said to the round ring: "Morning bell and dusk drum, you said that it is now the middle of the night, what should we knock on to suit the occasion?"

Yuanjie closed his eyes and ignored Fauber's humiliation.

Fu Bo didn't care, and touched the bald head of the ring: "Your head is good, suitable for ringing the bell, the death knell." ”

After saying that, Fu Bo had disappeared in place, stepped on the roof tile of the bell tower with both feet, grabbed the body of the round ring with both hands, horizontally flattened, and muttered in his mouth: "One knock, Nian Shiro, the soul returns." ”

With a sound on the ground, the roof tile of the building was blown up by Fauber's feet, and the next moment Fauber had already used the head of the ring as a bell mallet, and slammed it into the hanging giant bell.

With a muffled buzz~~, the bell jumped violently and vibrated with a dull and abnormal humming sound.

The bell rang and Fauber laughed, then grabbed the ring and stepped back further.

"Two knocks, look at my people, rise. ”

Airplanes~~.

Fauber slammed the ring's head against the bell again.

The bell beat even more violently, the place where the tentacle was dented, and the bell was even more muddy.

There was a wound on the top of the ring's head, leaving a trail of blood.

Fu Bo jumped away again, said in a deep voice, and said: "Three knocks, may the bald donkeys in the world be destroyed." ”

Then the figure disappeared again.

The next moment, the head of the round ring had sunk deep into the giant bell, and the giant bell had been completely deformed, and with a bang, the bell body flicked violently, shook the hook on the top, smashed the pillar of the bell tower, and fell to the side with a muddy trill, rolling into the weeds.

The wound on the top of Yuanjie's head had been cracked, and a shallow layer of blood had flowed, but the pain was secondary, and the humiliation he received was worse than killing him.

Fu Bo didn't laugh again this time, jumped back to the ground with the ring, and was stunned for a while, as if he was recalling something.

"Elder~, Elder Yuanjie~. A chaotic shout came from the front.

Shitan Temple is built on the mountain, from the mountain gate, the road into the temple is to climb the steps, so from the angle of Fu Bo, it looks like more than a dozen monks are standing on the platform of the steps above, shouting anxiously.

The moonlight was cold tonight, and the dozen or so bald heads were particularly dazzling in the moonlight from above, and the Vajra Fu Demon Stick held by those monks was even more shining with cold light all over the body.