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When you come to Baoan Temple, the first thing you see is the Shanmen Hall directly in front.
Looking to the left, there is a bell tower there. There is a huge bronze bell hanging on the bell tower. The bell hanging in front of the bronze bell is in the shape of a carp turning into a dragon.
There should have been a sitting statue under the bronze bell, but at this time the statue had been destroyed and the pieces were scattered on the ground. It was impossible to see what the original shape was.
On the right side of the crowd, opposite the bell tower, is a drum tower. A large drum is placed on a stand. Perhaps because it has not been maintained for hundreds of years, the drum head has cracked.
There was supposed to be a statue next to the drum, but the statue was in the same condition as the bell tower. It was also damaged.
Cangmang asked Biji in a low voice: "Senior, you didn't break these statues, right?"
Biji said disdainfully: "Where do I have this spare time? If I could have had this little time to destroy the statues back then, I might have escaped smoothly, instead of wasting hundreds of years. Let me tell you, most of these statues are The monks in this temple destroyed it themselves."
"The monk himself caused destruction?"
Before Cang Mang could figure out the reason, he heard Xiao Huang¡¯s cry.
Immediately afterwards, Tuoba Yuanfei reminded: "Look over there."
Everyone immediately noticed that several figures appeared in the Shanmen Hall in front of them, which surprised everyone!
?? Bao¡¯an Temple has been closed for hundreds of years, but there are still people who can survive to this day?
At this time, the light in the Shanmen Hall was not good, and only the outlines of a few people could be seen vaguely.
The group of people looked around and walked towards the Shanmen Hall. Several figures in the hall were also gradually walking towards the outside of the hall.
A moment later, a claw like a dead branch poked out from the mountain gate hall and was exposed to the sun.
The long, black nails scraped off the red paint on the doorpost with just a single scratch.
Immediately afterwards, several heads popped out.
The humanoid body, the gray-white skin is like an old piece of paper, quietly attached to the bones.
The two eye sockets are deeply sunken, hiding two bits of blood inside.
The bridge of the nose disappeared, leaving behind a heart-shaped hole. The skin was too tight and too thin to cover the facial bones. The entire mouth was exposed, revealing the dark gums and teeth.
The exposed skin was covered with a layer of white hair like stinky tofu.
Just looking at these things makes people feel physically uncomfortable. Kong Xuanwei took a step back involuntarily and asked, "What is this?"
Kong Xuanwei is right. These things in front of everyone cannot be called people at all, they can only be called things.
"If they hadn't been wearing the monk's robes that were originally supposed to be gray or blue, everyone would have even suspected that this thing was not human in the first place.
Looking at the holes in the hands and the bloody eyes, Wu Qianli's throat rolled nervously: "Can't this be a bad ghost?"
Cang Mang immediately corrected him: "This thing should be called a resentful monk."
Wu Qianli couldn't help but cursed: "I fucking think even ghosts should look better than this thing."
Chen Jizu stepped forward: "No matter what they are, just kill them."
"As he spoke, he slashed horizontally with the folding fan in his hand, and a slash of concentrated spiritual power was directed at the resentful monks who had their heads exposed.
Bang bang bang bang!
With several continuous explosions, several resentful monks were beaten and retreated into the Shanmen Hall at the rear.
Chen Jizu snorted and rushed forward. The moment he rushed out, several resentful monks rushed out at an even faster speed.
The resentful monk and Chen Jizu were about to meet head-on, and the dark nails almost poked into Chen Jizu's face.
Chen Jizu's face turned solemn, and he twisted his body in a strange posture. He closed the folding fan in his hands at the same time and touched the chin of the resentful monk in front of him.
There is a bang!
The resentful monk was blown up by this blow. He was lying on his back, his mouth wide open, and his body's center of gravity fell backwards.
A light figure suddenly appeared above the resentful monk who was blown away. Hua Yin did not know when she had already flashed above the resentful monk.
Hua Yin¡¯s eyes were firm, and she quickly pulled out a sharp sword from her waist and stabbed it straight into the mouth of the resentful monk.
The sharp sword tip pierced through the mouth, but came out from the back of the resentful monk's head.
Then I heard Hua Yin shout loudly: "Drink!"
With both hands downward, push the sword deeper into the mouth of the resentful monk. At the same time, Hua Yin and the resentful monk's body fell down at the same time. The tip of the sword continued to penetrate into the ground, firmly fixing the resentful monk's body on the ground.
Just when Hua Yin bent down and grabbed the hilt of the sword and was about to pull it out, the resentful monk who was pierced by the sword suddenly reached out and grabbed Hua Yin's ankle.
Hua Yin looked startled, and before she could lift her foot, she was about to be pricked by the sharp nails of the resentful monk.
Suddenly, she felt someone grab her by the collar, and then she pulled her back violently. Hua Yin's body flew back.
I just heard Tuoba Yuanfei say softly: "Junior sister Hua, be careful not to hurt yourself."
Hua Yin blushed, but nodded slightly.
When someone started to move their hands, others were not idle either. The folding fan flew out from Chen Jizu's hand and slashed across the throats of the other resentful monks like a sharp blade.
The skin of the Resentful Monk was cut open by the fan, but when it reached the bones, it failed to cause any damage.
" Two sledgehammers appeared in Ye Chunhui's hand, and with one hammer, a resentful monk fell into the ground.
Kong Xuanwei took out a paintbrush from her hand and sketched it a few times in mid-air. A ball of dark ink flew out from the tip of her nose and turned into a long rope, binding the hands and feet of a resentful monk. More ink was poured into its mouth. The resentful monk's nose was so full that it swelled up.
At this moment, Wu Qianli transformed into a dexterous fat man, squatting or jumping, and quickly arrived behind a resentful monk.
Wu Qianli punched out, his fleshy fist glowing with colorful light, and hit the resentful monk hard on the back of the neck.
With one punch, a cloud of black energy emerged from the resentful monk's body, and at the same time he let out a scream.
As soon as this resentful monk screamed, the other resentful monks also howled together, and a strange sound wave suddenly penetrated into people's ears.
Chen Jizu's folding fan was about to fly back into his hand. After hearing this miserable howl, his eyes suddenly turned black and he almost fell down.
By accident, I failed to grasp the folding fan that was flying back. A blood mark was drawn on the fan surface in my palm, and a string of blood beads flew out in the air.
Caught off guard, Chen Jizu suddenly convulsed in pain. When he opened his eyes again, he could almost see bones under the blood stain.
The smell of blood seemed to stimulate these resentful monks. They all turned their heads and howled at Chen Jizu. At the same time, they all desperately threw away their opponents and rushed towards Chen Jizu.
As waves of sound entered his ears, Chen Jizu suddenly felt upset, and the blood in his body began to boil.
Facing the several resentful monks that rushed toward him, Chen Jizu showed no resistance. He just imitated the appearance of the resentful monks and let out a low howl at them with his mouth open.
"Rolling white steam emerged from Chen Jizu's body. At the same time, everyone also discovered that Chen Jizu's eyes had turned red. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com