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Jikong pondered for a moment, his face gradually returned to its previous calmness, and said: "Yes, while we still have those thousand elites in our hands, while those people are not yet possible to be controlled by the enemy, let's fight with them!"

After a while, Jikong said quietly: "The life lamp of the master in the Soul Lamp Hall is clearly still there, but why hasn't his old man come back yet?"

Jisheng nodded and said: "The sound transmission jade slip left by the master has been crushed a few days ago, it stands to reason that no matter how far the road is, with the master's cultivation, at least he can pass a message back, so that he will not be like now...... Ahem, ahem. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Ji Sheng suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this, so he had to end it with a cough.

Jikong sneered and said, "Let's clean up the snow in front of the door." Senior brother, senior brother, I still have a plan here, we might as well ......"

The two monks whispered, but they looked at each other and smiled.

On the second day, the mountain gate of Lingyin Temple was opened, and the monks who wanted to escape no longer had to be sneaky, but they could leave the temple like this openly.

For a time, hundreds of monks flocked to the mountain gate in groups. Among them, there are many people who have a deep affection for the mountain temple, kneeling outside the door and kowtowing until the brain is swollen and bleeding, and then crying away.

In the mountain gate, there were still thousands of die-hard people who volunteered to stay, and they reluctantly formed a large array of three thousand people in the front yard, tightly surrounding the prayer barrel in the middle, and still chanting the scriptures.

On the left and right sides of the prayer barrel, Jikong and Jisheng sit respectively, and they seem to have settled down at this moment.

After a long time, Jikong's eyes opened and he said softly, "Let's start." ”

Jisheng bowed his head slightly, exhaled, and said: "Listen to the enemy, no matter who you are, no matter what grudge you have with this temple that cannot be resolved, there is a kind of show up in a battle now." ”

This sound roared out, shaking the mountains and fields, and within a radius of dozens of miles, it should be heard clearly.

Jisheng drank it several times in a row, waited and waited, but there was no response, and turned his head and said, "I'll leave it to you." ”

"Yes. A fat monk standing outside the formation stood up and saluted, waved his hand, and behind him, hundreds of miscellaneous servants immediately scolded in unison. What "shrunken turtle" and "shameless rats" are light, and more directly began to greet the eighteenth generation of the enemy's ancestors, and for a while the foul language flew together, and the saliva flowed together, in short, it was to scold until someone came out.

Sure enough, after a while, I suddenly heard a burst of magic instruments and the sound of chanting over the mountain road outside the temple.

For a moment, everyone stopped and looked towards the temple gate.

Just a moment later, I saw a large group of monks either tapping on the ritual instruments or chanting scriptures, and they actually walked in slowly from the temple gate in a procession.

The strange thing is that these monks are clearly monks of this temple, and some of them even quietly fled a few days ago, how can they turn around collectively now?

What makes people even more unbelievable is that among these monks, there are even some people who throw paper money all the way and call melodiously: "Soul, return! Soul, return!"

In the middle of these hundreds of monks, dozens of monks are holding a spirit card, which is full of long and short words, and on the middle of several spirit cards, the names of Long Xingkong, Shen Gang, Rui'er and others are clearly written, and more tablets are only written with the words "the undead of the Long family".

"Who is the Long family, the Long family?"

"What does that mean?"

"Who is Long Xingkong?"

"What's the matter, masters, how did you actually do this ritual of transcending the undead?"

In an instant, the miscellaneous servants threw out dozens or hundreds of questions, but no one could answer them.

The hundreds of uninvited monks stood in a row opposite the 3,000-odd array, tightly surrounding the tablets in the middle. At this time, a monk came out of the crowd and shouted, "Drag the generals up!"

"Yes!" There were still people outside the temple gate, and after a while, dozens of monks dragged and dragged three people in.

"Oh, are you Liu Yu, are you Tian Bojun?" Jikong recognized two of them at a glance, they were the director of Xingyang Guotai Hospital and his senior disciples. And the other, he didn't know.

That person was the head of the Du family who had a grudge with the Long family in Amano City back then!

"These three people reversed black and white, played right and wrong, and instigated Lingyin Temple and the Long family to be enemies. And help the gang to abuse, for the tiger, the Long family was brutally killed by the Lingyin Temple, these three people are unforgivable, the crime is extremely heinous, the crime should be beheaded!" The monk who was in charge of the on-site command before announced solemnly at this moment.

"The sin is unforgivable, the sin is extremely heinous, and the sin should be punished!" hundreds of monks shouted in unison.

"Knife and axeman!" the commanding monk paused.

"In!" In the monk's pile, three strong men suddenly stepped forward. Standing behind the three trembling prisoners.

"Duwen, what are you going to do? Amitabha, this is a pure land of Buddhism, do you dare to be presumptuous?" The master who commanded the monk had been sitting upright in a large array of 3,000 people, and at this time he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to stop chanting the scriptures and stop speaking.

Duwen turned a deaf ear and shouted: "Ready-" The three monks who were the right to be the sword masters raised the ring knives in their hands in unison.

Jikong and Jisheng saw it in their eyes, but they sat upright, and the master of the monk Duwen naturally didn't dare to make a mistake, and after thinking about it, "Amitabha" sounded, and immediately closed his eyes, and took a out of sight to deal with it, which was quite worry-free.

"Chop!" Duwen gave an order, and there was a "click" sound, and the three heads immediately rolled to the ground.

"Kill well, kill well, kill traitors whoa!" hundreds of monks cheered in unison. Obviously, these nondescript tones are all the handiwork of someone Fang, and the relief is the relief of the anger, but it sounds a bit unacceptable.

Yes, at this time, these hundreds of monks are either controlled by them with spiritual attacks, or they are directly hallucinated by the Ma family's illusions, which will be driven by them.

In fact, a few days ago, Fang deliberately released eighteen Arhats to pretend to break the formation, and when the thirty-six monks who patrolled the temple went out to kill the Arhat Fu soldiers, someone had already fallen into this illusion.

Then, until some of these people who had fallen into the illusion took turns to go to the Echo Hall, and chanted the first chapter of the "Great Prajna Heavenly Phenomena Fa Yin" to the hundredth time, the illusion in the Zhuang monk's place immediately and spontaneously, and there would be such a strange scene that night.

When the Zhuang monk tried his best to raise his voice under the control of the illusion, and was finally killed by the prayer barrel as a heretic, at that moment, just in the moment of the big array, the direction had already quietly sneaked in.

As Jisheng said, once this guy entered the temple, he immediately planted illusions on a large scale, and at the same time began a bloody revenge. At this time, it can be said that the Fayin Array, which Lingyin Temple is proud of, although it cannot be said to be useless in front of someone Fang, at least, this guy can come when he wants to, and it is still very, quite, and relatively sure to go.

After all, the number of monks under the control of his illusions is increasing day by day, and they do not have seizures on weekdays, but only when they need to, or chant the sutra a hundred times, or hear a certain key word, or look up and see a cloud, a bird, and so on, and so on.

Under this ingenious design, these people either acted as cannon fodder to destroy the great array, or acted as the vanguard of the fleeing crowd, or simply lurked in the temple and have not yet attacked.