The two weasels are in different places.

Chu Jun's task was not completed.

"Are there any fish that have slipped through the net?"

He frowned slightly, then noticed a shadow and quickly fled.

Sure enough, there is a third weasel!

It was a little further away and escaped.

What made Chu Jun cry and laugh was that the Wood Ghost Sword ignored this and let the weasel escape.

Because Chu Jun's order was to kill 'two' weasels, since the order was like this, what does the third one have to do with me?!

The Wood Ghost Sword's brain is not bright enough.

This is precisely the biggest flaw of the formation puppet.

"Wood Ghost Sword!Go kill the ...... who escaped"

"It's too far away, and my mind control is a little overwhelming!"

Chu Jun was about to give the order to chase and kill, but he was dizzy for a while, and his divine thoughts were not enough to support it.

He only has the foundation realm, and the distance that his divine thoughts can spread is too close, and he can't control the wood ghost sword dozens of zhang away.

Sou!

The Wood Ghost Sword automatically returned to the room and knelt down on one knee, "Master, the task is complete." ”

"Where is the mission done?

"Come with me!"

Chu Jun jumped out of the window and chased after him.

Random missions also have a lot of rewards, and he doesn't want to give them up.

"Yes, master!"

The Wood Ghost Sword easily followed Chu Jun, his dark red eyes scanning the deep night, and he was automatically on alert.

"Huh?"

In amazement, Chu Jun came to the corpse of the beheaded weasel and found two very small nameplates.

These two nameplates belong to low-level magic weapons, which can absorb the power of yin and evil and accelerate the growth of the demon beast's divine soul.

"They're not wild monsters, they're evil creatures that have been raised by people!"

"Presumably their nest won't be too far away!"

Chu Jun immediately made a judgment.

Take a look at the direction in which the weasel fled and chase after it with the Wood Ghost Sword.

Soon after he left.

"What a powerful formation puppet!"

"Who is this Chu Jun? He actually carried so many treasures with him. ”

Yang Gongzi appeared near the weasel's corpse.

His unusually bright eyes looked at the nameplate abandoned in the grass and muttered, "Mercy?"

......

The night was dark.

A temple built on a mound is still lit.

From the half-open temple door, you can see that there is an obese monk sitting in the temple, wearing a gold-threaded robe, holding a Bodhi prayer bead, and his mouth is chanting words without knowing what to say.

Creak!

A frightened weasel scurried in.

It stood up and screamed at the fat monk, its two small eyes with green light flickering, and the picture was weird.

"What?!"

"Where did you come from, bastard! Dare to kill my disciples of the Temple of Mercy, Grandpa Buddha will not spare it!"

After listening to the weasel's report, the fat monk suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.

A blood-mist-like red light burst out of his eyes in an instant.

Creak!

Several more weasels rushed into the temple, all of them standing up, pointing out the door with their front paws and screaming.

"These two came just in time!"

"With a little trickery, Grandpa Buddha can trick them into the house, detain them with a formation, and refine them into blood demon ingredients!"

The fat monk stood up angrily.

He opened the temple door and looked into the distance, and saw two figures rushing towards it.

The person who came was Chu Jun!

"Master, there is a lot of death and resentment here, please be careful!"

The dark red eyes of the Wood Ghost Sword looked around.

There is a formation in his body that can detect breath, and he has a certain ability to perceive the external environment.

"The evil aura here is so strong that even I can't hide it from this foundation building realm. ”

"I heard the weasel howl just now, this must be the evil lair!"

"If you speak again, listen to me. ”

Chu Jun slowed down and squinted his eyes to look at the temple not far away.

Temple of Mercy!

This place of filth and filth has a very clean name.

"The donor came to visit late at night, I don't know what to do?"

The obese monk walked out of the temple gate and asked with a kind smile.

It's just that his smile is so hypocritical that people can tell at a glance that he's not a good thing.

"I've come looking for the evil beast, it's got a yellow skin, have you seen it?"

Chu Jun was unceremonious, with a bit of sarcasm in his words.

"The donor is talking nonsense!"

"Although the Temple of Compassion is small, it enshrines the Big Buddha, and under the light of the Buddha, where does the yellow skin come from?"

"If the donor doesn't believe it, even if you enter the temple to search, but after the search, please return my innocence!"

The obese monk avenges his grievances.

"Okay, then I'll go in and have a look. ”

Chu Jun sneered.

The fat monk still wants to play the drama of 'inviting you to sneak attack behind the urn', it's really too much!

"Donor, please. ”

The fat monk dodged sideways and made a gesture of please.

The moment he lowered his head, his eyes burst with red light, and his gaze was bloodthirsty like a devil.

"How many monks are there in the Temple of Mercy?" Chu Jun asked in the tone of interrogating prisoners.

"I'm the only one here to practice the Dharma. ”

The obese monk deliberately took a few steps behind and walked behind the Wood Ghost Sword.

Compared to Chu Jun, he was more afraid of the Wood Ghost Sword, and he had already noticed that this was a puppet, but he didn't know what level.

However, as long as he entered the temple, he could use the hidden formation to move, and he could easily suppress Chu Jun and the Wood Ghost Sword.

"Then you should be called a merciful host. ”

Chu Jun nodded.

The fat monk probably wouldn't lie about it.

"The poor monk is the presiding officer of the Temple of Mercy!" said the obese monk.

"Compassion Lord, what level have you cultivated?"

Chu Jun suddenly turned his head to look behind him and asked with a smile.

This is a question that makes it difficult for the Mercy Presiding Officer to answer.

But certainly can't tell the truth!

He thought for a while and said, "The poor monk's Dharma is shallow, his qualifications are dull, and he only has to build a foundation and re-cultivate. ”

"Oh, that's pretty stupid. ”

"Cultivating for decades is still a heavy foundation, and I have lived to a dog at such an old age. ”

Chu Jun scolded with a smile.

Compassion trembled.

The little miscellaneous man dared to insult Grandpa Buddha like this, he deserved to die!

Grandpa Buddha will send you to the western sky!

"Donor, please go inside and search!"

The presiding officer of mercy made another gesture of please.

"Don't worry, I still have questions for you. ”

Chu Jun stood with his hands in his hands, looking defenseless.

Seeing his posture, the compassionate host sneered in his heart, but his mouth was very polite, "Although the donor speaks, the poor monk knows everything and says everything." ”

"Let me ask you, is this temple really a place where good people live?!"

"White bones hide in the grass, unjust souls wander in the air, so viciously, where does mercy come from!"

Chu Jun suddenly raised his voice and scolded loudly.

"Puppy, you're a bully!"

"I originally wanted to capture you alive, but you repeatedly provoked Grandpa Buddha and killed yourself!"

The merciful host has a sense of shame of being played.

"Hehe, why do you tear your face? Can't I scold a few more words? ”

Chu Jun sneered.

In the face of the fierce and compassionate host, he still carried his hands behind his back and looked confident and calm.