Divine Conspiracy: Starting from adding points to the strongest on the surface

Witch Fairy!

This was the second rural evil god that Fan Wu had encountered in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He also has an irreversible conflict with the other party, and this conflict has already developed into a never-ending situation.

It's just that Fan Wu has never encountered a wizard in recent times. He even doubted whether the Great Zhouzhong County was not the territory of the Witch Immortal?

Or maybe the Witch Fairy doesn't have the ability to extend her tentacles into the Great Zhouzhong County?

Unexpectedly, it turned out that he, Fan Wu... had underestimated the Witch Immortal.

The tentacles of the Witch Fairy have already reached Zhongjun.

It's just that the opponent is well hidden in Zhongjun, and Fan Wu didn't encounter him before.

Yun Jiuqing, who was standing next to Fan Wu, moved his hand slightly like a sword finger.

The ruby ​​dagger stuck in a monk's thigh flew back to her hand.

She wiped the blood with a handkerchief in disgust.

He looked at Fan Wu with confusion: "Master Fan, did you just say Wu Xian?!"

"Yeah." Fan Wu nodded.

Confirmed.

"Hiss!" Yun Jiuqing couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air. What kind of shocking bad luck was it to meet someone from the Blood Gu Sect in the imperial city. After leaving the imperial city, I met the wizard and the immortal.

Or is it that the Great Zhou Dynasty is really on the verge of the end of a dynasty? Is it because the Great Zhou Dynasty is too chaotic that they are so unlucky?

but……

At first glance, these monks don't look like followers of Wu Xian.

Because she didn't feel any mana fluctuations from these monks at all, which meant that they were not even ascetics.

Can a group of monks who are not monks be related to witches and immortals?

Or is it that the evil god is already hungry?

Not only will they target some monks and develop them into their own followers, they will even target these monks who are not monks?

Yun Jiuqing's mind was full of questions.

the other side.

Seeing his two companions all fall to the ground, the other two strange monks holding spears were shocked.

"They are ascetics!" One of them was shocked: "They seem to be all ascetics!"

Another person. His expression was panicked and ugly: "Why are you so unlucky tonight?"

Obviously... they don't expect to meet a cultivator tonight, especially a nosy cultivator like this.

But this kind of thing happened to them.

Fate played a trick on them once.

"Run!" The two monks holding spears threw away their spears in unison, and then put their hands into their arms. The next moment he violently waved his hand forward, and a large amount of lime splashed out.

Xing Fengzi immediately closed his eyes.

To prevent your eyes from being burned by lime.

The two monks who had thrown away their spears took this opportunity to turn around and run for their lives behind them.

How fast.

How fast can you run.

"It's just some little tricks." After Xing Fengzi said this, a talisman appeared on each of his left and right hands, and he muttered words quickly, reciting the unique spell of Dizu Guan.

"Hurry as the law dictates!

! "

He let out a soft drink, and the two talismans folded automatically, folding themselves into the shape of a thousand paper cranes.

Two paper cranes with talismans approached the two fleeing monks at extremely fast speeds. The talisman Qianzhihe flew lower and pecked directly on the monk's heel.

He actually pecked off the hamstring of one of the two monks' legs!

The two monks also screamed in surprise and fell to the ground.

It is already difficult to climb up.

Let alone escape.

"Strange..." Fan Wu and Yun Jiuqing were standing in front of the cage at some point. Yun Jiuqing looked at the down-and-out monk squatting in the cage: "This guy looks like his lamp is about to run out. Even if the best doctor treats him, he probably won't be able to survive for long."

Yun Jiuqing frowned: "And why is there the smell of blood? And he looks so weak. It feels very difficult to raise his head and open his eyes."

"Where did he get the strength to sit up straight? His posture is a bit strange, as if he is being fixed."

At this time, Fan Wu said: "It is indeed fixed, and there is a little blood on the monk's robe on his legs."

Yun Jiuqing was stunned.

Looking at the monk's legs in the cage, she saw a lot of blood.

Yun Jiuqing immediately climbed onto the prison car, untied the chains hanging randomly on the prison car, opened the cage... faced the monk sitting inside, and asked: "Monk? Monk? Are you okay?"

"I...I don't want to become a Buddha...I want...I want to live...I don't want to become a Buddha..." The monk in the cage could only mutter these few words.

It was as if he had lost his mind and was about to run out of oil.

Yun Jiuqing suddenly seemed to have discovered something.

She looked at the monk's back.

Suddenly shocked!

The monk's back seemed to have been pierced by something, and there was very clear blood stains on it. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was actually an iron ruler, with twisted and strange inscriptions vaguely engraved on it.

This iron ruler seemed to penetrate his entire body.

If the guess is correct, the other end of the iron ruler should be...at the vital gate of his lower body?

Think of this.

Yun Jiuqing was stunned.

How vicious?

How cruel?

She gritted her teeth and looked at the other four monks. When she walked to an injured monk, she stepped on a wound on his thigh and crushed him hard as if he was still angry.

"It hurts, it hurts, ahhhhhhh!" The screams were particularly penetrating in the middle of the night.

Yun Jiuqing asked: "What do you monks have to do with the Witch Fairy? What's going on with the monk in the cage? Where do you want to take the monk in the cage? What is your purpose? What do you want to do?"

A series of questions popped out of Yun Jiuqing's mouth.

The monk didn't answer her question, he just kept screaming.

Yun Jiuqing was a little helpless.

After all, she is not an experienced Qin Tiansi and does not know any torture methods.

suddenly.

Fan Wu came over.

Such a thing actually involves the Witch Immortal, so Fan Wu naturally cannot ignore it. After all... for the current Fan Wu, whether it is the Great Master, the Witch Immortal, or the Gu God, they are all his valued prey.

A hunter saw the traces of prey appearing in front of him. How could Fan Wu do nothing? He is not so rich that he does not even pay attention to a rural evil god.

Fan Wu's approach made the screaming monk involuntarily cast his eyes on Fan Wu.

at once!

His screams stopped abruptly.

Because he could feel from Fan Wu's body a terrifying feeling that he had never felt before. This feeling is no less than facing thousands of innocent ghosts. Goosebumps rise all over your body, and your heart beats uncontrollably.

Cold sweat had wet the monk's back, and blood had stained his thighs red.

Pain and fear.

Directly fill it up to the extreme.

In the midst of such unspeakable fear, he spoke with a trembling tone: "Little... little monk doesn't know... I don't know who the wizard is. The prison... the monk in the cage is not a monk from Longhe Temple. He, he Just a pilgrim paying incense.”

He didn't know why he would tell these things one by one at this time. Because he thinks that he is a tough-talking person.

But under this great fear.

His mouth softened.

"Pilgrim?" Yun Jiuqing's eyes widened: "Isn't he a monk? Is he wearing a monk's robe? Are you talking nonsense and trying to deceive us?"

"No! No! The young monk didn't dare to deceive him." The monk said in horror: "We...we just knocked him out and put him in some clothes."

"After shaving his hair, he looked like a monk."

The monk swallowed secretly, and continued to speak: "The reason why we did this is because the abbot asked us to do it, yes! It was the abbot! He asked us to do it! The abbot once asked this pilgrim if he wanted to The pilgrim nodded and said he wanted to become a Buddha immediately. "

"We are just fulfilling his wish! As long as he completes the Buddhahood ceremony, he will become a Buddha immediately and enter the Western Paradise. In this way, there will be one more Buddha in the Western Paradise."

"You guys, what are you talking nonsense about?" Yun Jiuqing frowned and scolded: "Killing people will give you another Buddha? Who told you to do this?"

"It's the abbot!" The monk knew everything and said: "It's the abbot who taught us the Buddhahood ceremony. He also said... As long as we can make 810 donors and pilgrims become Buddhas on the spot, we can also become Buddhas, and there are still no Any pain in becoming a Buddha!"

"The young monk feels... I think the abbot is right. We are helping them. Because during the Buddhahood ceremony, there will be frequent visions and the Buddha's light will shine. This is not about becoming a Buddha immediately or something..."

Although he said it very confidently, you can still hear that he is a little bit cautious. After all, anyone with a normal mind would doubt whether this so-called Buddhahood ceremony contains any hidden secrets?

As he continued to speak one word after another, Fan Wu and others had a rough idea of ​​what was going on in the Longhe Temple where they were.

Longhe Temple is located about ten miles away from here.

It is a temple that is neither big nor small.

But it's not famous.

Because there are not many ascetics in Longhe Temple, there are no more than five ascetics in the entire Longhe Temple. The rest of the monks are basically ordinary monks.

About three years ago.

The abbot of Longhe Temple did not know where he got the so-called secret technique of becoming a Buddha. The secret technique records a very detailed ritual of becoming a Buddha. As long as the ceremony is completed, an ordinary person can become a Buddha immediately!

The abbot of Longhe Temple taught such a secret technique to a group of trustworthy monks in the temple.

As time went by, almost all the monks in the entire temple learned the rituals involved in the secret technique of becoming a Buddha.

Moreover, such a Buddhahood ceremony can be completed without the assistance of a monk.

The reason why they are so enthusiastic is to lead pilgrims to "become Buddhas immediately."

It's because the abbot of Longhe Temple told them...

——As long as a pilgrim becomes a Buddha on the spot, all the monks involved will receive the three years of life given by the Buddha!

One pilgrim can add three years to their life!

Such a temptation is simply not something that monks like them can stop. How many three years can there be in life? Ten? Twenty? Only twenty of them can hold up to the sky.

Once a monk makes twenty pilgrims become Buddhas on the spot, he will live for sixty years!

Sixty years!

How exaggerated?

It is precisely because of this temptation that even if they know that there may be something wrong with this so-called Buddhahood ceremony, they will not expose it. After all... they can get benefits from this.

"In order to obtain the so-called longevity, how many people have you sacrificed in the past three years?" Yun Jiuqing said angrily.

"...No, I'm not sure." The monk, covering his thigh injury, shrank his neck and said weakly: "Maybe more than three hundred? Maybe more than four hundred? Anyway, there will be no more than 810 people. "

"Hiss!" Even though he had seen a lot of strong winds and waves, Yun Jiuqing still couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Because this is just a little-known temple.

In the entire temple, the total number of monks probably does not exceed fifty.

There are no more than five monks inside.

A small temple like this has killed as many as three digits of innocent people!

Hundreds of people!

And this was only three years of evil deeds. In just three years, so many people had been harmed. If they were allowed to wreak havoc on this three-thirds of an acre of land for more than thirty years, wouldn't there be thousands of innocent people killed?

Yun Jiuqing remembered that in some relatively remote small counties in Nanjun, the population of the entire county was only about 10,000.

Thousands of people account for almost one-third, possibly even one-half, of a county's population.

Even on a battlefield with tens of thousands of people.

There is no guarantee that so many people could die.

"It's indeed shocking." Xing Fengzi came over at some point, and he listened with a frown the whole time.

"And..." He looked at the monk in the cage. Oh no, he should be an innocent pilgrim.

Xing Fengzi said: "He has expired. He is compassionate and compassionate."

Xing Fengzi stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the pilgrim in the cage, and then asked the monk in front of him, "What is the specific ceremony of your becoming a Buddha?"

The monk hurriedly replied: "Probably, pull him far away from the temple, and then use pine wood and pine needles as fuel. While lighting the fire, the four of them stood in different positions and recited scriptures until he was burned by the flames. "A charred corpse."

"Then draw some inscriptions on his charred corpse, and continue to recite the scriptures for about one stick of incense. Finally, just dig a hole on the spot, bury his charred corpse, and... that's it. ”

"Extremely vicious!" Xing Fengzi commented after hearing this.

at this time.

Both Xing Fengzi and Yun Jiuqing set their sights on Fan Wu.

Subsequently.

They heard Fan Wu say: "Let one of them lead the way. I only need one person."

The four monks also heard what Fan Wu said.

lead the way?

hiss!

Bringing these men to Longhe Temple wouldn't turn the entire temple upside down, right?

After all, these tough men don't look like good people at first glance, and they are all Taoists.

but.

If they don't lead the way, will the fate of these people be just death?

Fan Wu and the other three looked down at the four of them.

It's no different than looking at four dead people.

They were terrified.

The most important thing is... Fan Wu said bluntly that he only needs one person to lead the way. What does this sentence mean?

The four monks each have their own thoughts.

They looked at each other.

"Brothers, I'm sorry, the young monk is only 21 years old this year. Please give way to the young monk!" Suddenly, a monk stood up. Enduring the injury on his leg, he raised his knife and slashed at the monk next to him.

“Ahhh!

"The monk next to him didn't expect that this person would take action suddenly.

Another monk picked up the spear on the ground, looked at it with a ferocious face, and stabbed someone at the right opportunity.

Pfft——

The chaotic scene in front of me happened in the blink of an eye. Among this group of monks, human nature cannot stand the test at all, or in other words, they have no human nature in the first place.

Regarding the melee between the four of them, Fan Wu and others just watched with cold eyes and did not intervene.

Xing Fengzi felt that these four people deserved to die.

So he stayed out of it.

Yun Jiuqing could not wait to kill them all himself, in order to do justice for heaven.

Needless to say, Fan Wu would not have any free attribute points even if he killed several evil people without any cultivation.

There is no reason to intervene.

soon.

Only the last of the four monks remained.

The remaining three were either stabbed to death with spears or hacked to death with random knives. The scene was very bloody, with blood all over the ground.

"Huchi...huchi..." The winner in the end was a panting monk holding a spear. His long spear completely occupies the distance advantage.

Especially when everyone was injured in their legs, the advantage of the spear was even more obvious.

The monk hurriedly threw away the bloody spear in his hand.

His face was full of pleading and flattery: "Dear donors... No, gentlemen! The young monk can take you to Longhe Temple!"

See this.

Xing Fengzi casually popped up a talisman.

The talisman flew to the monk's heel and wrapped up the wound on his heel.

Xing Fengzi said: "The hamstring of your leg was broken before. Now this talisman can barely allow you to walk. But it can only last for two sticks of incense. After the time of two sticks of incense, this talisman The talisman will become a piece of waste paper."

"Thank you so much, sir!

"The monk replied with a sad face.

Someone broke his hamstring, and he had to thank him.

This feeling is really indescribable.

But he also knew that it was very difficult to save his own life at this time. He didn't even know how long he could keep his life.

Anyway.

One more moment to live is one moment to live.

…

Longhe Temple.

Although it was already late at night, the temple was still brightly lit. The Longhe Temple located halfway up the mountain seemed very eye-catching at this moment.

"No! Don't! Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to become a Buddha, I don't want to become a Buddha!"

If someone is in this temple, they can hear such a cry.

See you soon.

An old monk from Longhe Temple was holding a lantern to illuminate the scene ahead for the monks in front.

"Hold him down!" said the old monk holding a lantern: "Don't let him struggle too much."

"Yes!" Several young monks immediately held down the screaming person and controlled each other's hands and feet.

Then.

A monk came over with a dark iron ruler and said expressionlessly, "Help take off his clothes."

Tear!

The clothes of the man who kept struggling and shouting were stripped off.

This man does not appear to be a monk.

More like a farmer.

"Don't come over! Don't come over! What are you going to do! You monster monks! Monster monks!" The farmer, who had been stripped of his clothes, turned green with fright when he saw the iron ruler.

Because one end of the iron ruler is very sharp, if you were lightly poked by this iron ruler, you might be stabbed all over your body.

"Donor, please rest assured. Once you reach the Western Paradise, you will understand our painstaking efforts." The monk holding an iron ruler pointed the sharp end of the iron ruler towards the farmer's back door.

In the opponent's extremely frightened mood, he stabbed the iron ruler inward.

The sharp iron ruler punctured the intestines.

Puncture internal organs.

Pierce the flesh.

The sharp end of the iron ruler passed through the farmer's neck a few inches downward.

Blood flowed.

What followed was the miserable howl of the farmer. The heart-breaking pain was simply not something ordinary people could endure.

Then.

Several monks worked together to lift the farmer onto a prison cart, and used the iron ruler in his body to immobilize him. They also put him in a position and nailed his legs with nails to make the farmer sit up more stable.

"Donor, there is no need to panic or shout." The old monk holding the lantern showed a slight smile and said in a gentle tone: "This is the Buddhahood ceremony prepared for you. As long as the ceremony can be completed smoothly, you can Become a Buddha immediately."

"Amitabha... In the past three years, Longhe Temple has allowed 599 donors to enter the Western Paradise. They have now become the Buddha and Bodhisattva of Lingshan."

"Donor, you will be the six hundredth. All the troubles in this world will disappear tonight."

"Besides, you are not alone, benefactor. Not long ago, there was a benefactor who arrived at the Western Paradise, not much earlier than you. Maybe, you two will meet again on the way."

Finished.

The old monk said to several young monks: "The prison cart is locked tightly. The four of you will hold his Buddhahood ceremony."

The four monks who were named by him suddenly looked overjoyed.

Because they know what benefits this will bring.

"Thank you, Uncle Huimu!" ​​The four young monks hurriedly thanked him.

Just at this time.

Behind the old monk holding a lantern, another old monk came, this one wearing cassocks.

After the four young monks saw this person, they hurriedly clasped their hands together and said, "Amitabha, I have met the abbot!"

their greetings.

in unison.

The old monk in cassock is the current abbot of Longhe Temple!

The old monk Huimu, who was holding a lantern, calmly came to his senses and greeted, "Junior brother has met senior brother Hui Gen."

"Amitabha." The old abbot of Longhe Temple named Huigen nodded, accepting these greetings. Then he set his sights on the farmer: "Before you take him down, put him in monk's clothes! This is a rule. Don't break this rule just because you are lazy."

"Yes! Abbot!"

However, at this moment, a little novice monk suddenly ran over.

The little novice monk first secretly glanced at the farmer who kept screaming, shuddered, and then turned to Abbot Huigen and reported hurriedly: "Abbott, I was at the entrance of the temple and saw several people not far away walking along. Three ways are coming.”

"But it was too dark, and those people didn't hold lanterns, so it was impossible to see who they were. There seemed to be about four of them!"

After listening to the little novice's report, all the monks present frowned.

Huimu said: "Senior brother Hui Gen, no one would want to ask for incense and worship Buddha in the middle of the night, right? I'm afraid there is something fishy! Besides, I don't want others to see the scene here."

"It's okay if there are one or two people, but if there are three or four people, there's no guarantee that one person will be lucky enough to escape. Once Qin Tiansi finds out..."

"Okay." Abbot Huigen interrupted: "Immediately pull the donor to the side room, clean the blood stains on the floor, and stop the donor's mouth to prevent him from shouting."

After a pause, he continued: "Junior brother Huimu, go with me and meet them for a while. If they are just pilgrims asking for incense and worshiping Buddha, then let them burn a few sticks of incense and go back."

"If they are some people who want to cause trouble." Abbot Hui Gen narrowed his eyes: "Then let them become Buddhas tomorrow night."

Although his tone of voice was calm, it made many monks present shiver.

This old abbot is still very intimidating in Longhe Temple.

No monk dared to disobey his orders.

Each monk immediately started to move.

Abbot Huigen and his junior brother Huimu, who was holding a lantern, walked towards the gate of Longhe Temple.

Then……

Sure enough, they saw a few people.

Although there was a distance, you could still vaguely see that the other party seemed to be armed. One of them seemed to be carrying a sword or a knife on his back.

"Senior Brother Huigen, there may be some unkind people here!" Huimu bent down and put down the lantern in his hand.

After standing up straight, there was a bit of a sinister smile on his old face: "If we are really enemies, senior brother, you don't mind if I go on a killing spree in front of the mountain gate, right?"

"Amitabha, as you wish." Abbot Huigen shouted the Buddha's name.

After waiting for a while, the figures of the people in front of him became more and more clear.

Because of this, these two old monks couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Because among the four people, they saw a very familiar person, a relatively young-looking monk. If they saw it correctly, the robe that the monk was wearing seemed to be the robe of their Longhe Temple, right?

And the monk's face seemed very familiar.

"Junior brother Huimu, if I remember correctly, he should be one of your disciples, right?" Abbot Huigen frowned and asked the junior brother next to him.

Huimu's expression was complicated with a little doubt.

Facing Senior Brother's inquiry, he nodded: "He is indeed one of my disciples, Junior Brother. The name I gave him is Lingzhu."

After answering the senior brother's question, he asked the Lingzhu monk: "Lingzhu, why did you come back to the temple so late at night? And...these three donors behind you?"

Huimu cast his gaze on Fan Wu and the others, and a strange color flashed across his eyes.

Because he noticed that among the three people, two were cultivators, and they all had some fluctuations in mana.

He was not sure what the identity of that woman was.

However, judging from the other party's dress, he must be a child of a wealthy family, and maybe a monastic family.

The other cultivator was the same, and his robe was very eye-catching.

This is a very young Taoist priest, and even his smart eyes are a bit doubtful. Is this little Taoist priest older than eighteen years old?

besides……

The very tall man also attracted his attention because he had never seen a person so tall. And he could detect that this man had a very majestic blood energy.

With such majestic blood energy, ordinary evil spirits would probably not dare to approach him, but there was no fluctuation of mana in this person.

Huimu frowned.

It's obviously unreasonable that people with equal blood energy don't have magic power.

This combination.

Very strange!

"Lingzhu, Master, I'm asking you a question, why don't you answer a word?" Huimu noticed that his disciple seemed a little strange, and he had a bad feeling.

suddenly.

Yun Jiuqing said: "Are you the monks of Longhe Temple?"

She spoke in a very rude tone.

It even feels aggressive.

"Amitabha..." Abbot Huigen replied: "Lao Na is the abbot of Longhe Temple, and the person next to him is Master Huimu of Longhe Temple, a disciple of Lao Na. And this place is indeed Longhe Temple."

"This female benefactor, why did you ask the disciples from the temple to lead the way to Longhe Temple in the middle of the night? Is it to burn incense and worship Buddha? Or... is there something else you want to do?!"

Yun Jiuqing said: "Looking at our posture, don't you know what we are coming here for?"

She pointed at the monk leading the way: "Why don't you think carefully about what you asked this monk to do?"

After he said these words, the scene instantly became quiet.

Occasionally, gusts of night wind blew through, blowing everyone's hair or beard. The rustling of leaves adds a chilling feeling to the surrounding air.

The candlelight in the lantern at his feet gave off a shaky feeling of dying. He smiled and said, "This female benefactor, what are you talking about? The poor monk can't quite understand."

"Really?" Yun Jiuqing said with a smile: "Why don't I inform the nearby Qin Tiansi and ask them to come over and find out what's wrong with you? If you don't have any trouble, then you shouldn't be afraid of being raped by Qin Tiansi Let’s check it out.”

"..." The two old monks fell silent. If they could withstand Qin Tiansi's investigation, why would they choose to do such a shady thing in the middle of the night?

They have been doing this kind of thing for three years, even though they have done a lot of things to hide evidence or erase traces.

There is no guarantee that all clues can be hidden.

Their Longhe Temple cannot withstand Qin Tiansi's investigation.

What if something is really found?

Even if the "Buddha Enlightenment Ceremony" is not discovered, what should we do if something else is discovered? After all, apart from this incident, there are still many other nasty things going on in their Longhe Temple!

Find any one out.

Can't get any better.

really.

These people come with bad intentions! And...the Lingzhu monk from Longhe Temple turned out to be a rip-off guy.

He is back alone now, and combined with the blood stains on his body, it means that all the remaining monks are dead and he is the only one left!

"Two mages, stop pretending." Xing Fengzi also spoke, but his tone of voice was a little gentler than Yun Jiuqing's: "This monk from Longhe Temple has already sent you Everything he did was told.”

"If I'm not wrong about the trail, you two are blocking the entrance of this mountain just to hide something, right? Is there something in the temple that is inconvenient for us to see now?"

"..." The two old monks from Longhe Temple didn't know what to say for a moment.

Both of their eyes were on the Lingzhu monk.

The Lingzhu monk, who was stared at by the two men, shrank his neck.

He cried with a mournful face: "Abbot, Master, I don't want to... They forced me to tell these things. If I don't tell these things, I might die! I...disciple me, I want to live a little longer.”

"Even if it's just for one more stick of incense, I want to live a little longer. I don't want to die so quickly. I don't want to die at all!"

"Evil! Beast!" Huimu's old face had completely turned gloomy. He opened his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "I really regret admitting you to Longhe Temple without you as my disciple!"

It must be an unpleasant feeling to be stabbed by one of your own disciples.

Huimu looked at Fan Wu and others gloomily, and said: "You are very smart and can know some clues here. But you are also very stupid. It is just three people who dare to break into Longhe Temple."

"You have no idea what you are facing! Since you are so shameless, then don't even think about going down the mountain today and becoming the nourishment for the flowers and plants in this mountain to thrive!"

Huimu's words had completely torn his face apart, and they were also a disguised admission that there were indeed many things that were wrong in their Longhe Temple.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Fan Wu and others.

Yun Jiuqing and Xing Fengzi hurriedly turned around and saw a fat monk standing not far behind them.

The fat monk also had a slightly evil look on his face: "In Xialonghe Temple, Hui'er is the abbot Huigen and the junior brother of senior brother Huimu."

The third monk!

Suddenly, there seemed to be another movement. Yun Jiuqing and Xing Fengzi looked in different directions.

I found a thin monk standing on the treetops on the left. On a huge rock on the right, a blind monk sits.

the fourth!

the fifth!

Xing Fengzi's expression gradually became serious, and he said to Fan Wu next to him: "Master Fan Wu, if I am correct, these people should be all the ascetics in Longhe Temple. The Lingzhu monk said, There are no more than five monks in Longhe Temple, and these five should be their entire team.”

[Abbott Hui Gen of Longhe Temple - Life: 1919 - Power: 19 - Skill:...]

[Monk Huimu of Longhe Temple - Life: 1500 - Strength: 14 - Skills:...]

[Monk Hui'er of Longhe Temple - Life...]

[Monk Huikou of Longhe Temple...]

[Monk Huibi of Longhe Temple...]

In Fan Wu's eyes, the attribute information of these monks can be seen at a glance.

Their [Fate] attribute is quite exaggeratedly high, with a [Strength] attribute of less than 20 points, and a [Fate] attribute of over a thousand levels, which shows that there is something to their so-called Buddhahood ceremony.

The five monks are all of the "Hui" generation, so they should be senior brothers, and they are also five very weak senior brothers.

Yes.

In Fan Wu's eyes, no matter how high their respective [Life] attributes are, their [Strength] attributes are still ridiculously low.

None of them have a [Strength] attribute of 20 points, and the lowest one, a monk, has a [Strength] attribute of only 10.5!

If this is not weak...

Who else is weaker?

When such an idea flashed through Fan Wu's mind, he suddenly felt something and looked at Xing Fengzi and Yun Jiuqing next to him. Because he remembered that these two guys seemed to be weaker than these monks.

Fortunately, Xing Fengzi has 12 points of [Strength] attribute, and can barely fight with the weakest opponent.

Although Yun Jiuqing has improved from the beginning, he still cannot beat the weakest opponent.

After scanning all the people present.

Fan Wu smiled and said: "It seems that they are unwilling to let us go in and take a look."

Just as Fan Wu finished speaking, a loud shout sounded from behind him: "Death!

! "

See you soon.

The fat monk Hui Er who was blocking their retreat actually took the initiative to attack at this moment!

Monk Hui'er's fat body unexpectedly exploded with astonishing speed.

In his haste, even Xing Fengzi didn't react.

But Monk Hui'er was not targeting Xing Fengzi.

It's not aimed at Yun Jiuqing.

His killing move went straight to Fan Wu! Because in the eyes of Monk Hui'er, Fan Wu is the strangest

This person is most likely the most dangerous person among these people.

If you can make a surprise attack in an instant, you can kill the most dangerous person.

Then these two people are left.

Just that traitorous spirit bead.

Not even worth mentioning!

When Monk Hui'er was approaching Fan Wu, he found that Fan Wu seemed to be unaware. This made him very happy, but also disdainful: 'The poor monk thought he was some kind of powerful weirdo, but he never thought that he was just a traitor! ’

He had already hit Fan Wu's back with a palm. He was confident that his full palm strike at this moment would be enough to kill a living person on the spot.

Peng!

!

Katcha!

There was a crisp sound of fractures coming from Monk Hui'er's palm, and the entire palm was twisted and deformed in a strange way.

His expression changed drastically.

What? !

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