People are in Yaowu, starting from the mountain god panel

Chapter 83 The Demon
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

The old monk seemed to have not seen the three of them, and walked towards the temple gate in a dazed manner.

Wang He forced down the raging murderous intention in his heart, Wu Fu went crazy, Zhang Fan became disabled, and now he is the only one left.

It took them less than a cup of tea to enter the deserted temple, but both of them were already damaged.

"Fight!"

Wang He clenched the sword in his hand, and he rose up to kill the crazy old monk.

Although I don’t know where this old monk exists, he must be the source of all this weirdness.

escape?
He has nowhere to go.

"die!"

A loud shout echoed in the small courtyard of the deserted temple, and the sword in Wang He's hand struck the old monk's head boldly.

But what shocked him was that the sword stopped less than an inch away from the old monk.No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make any further progress.

Wang He's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw the old monk's palm turning the prayer beads and striking it out fiercely.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Wang He flew towards the courtyard wall like a kite with a broken string.

Finally he hit the wall hard and finally stopped.

He looked sluggish and had no energy left to fight. At the last second when his consciousness disappeared, he heard a familiar voice.

"Monster, die!"

A handsome young man rushed into the deserted temple like a wild beast. The sound of Buddha in the sky seemed to have no effect on him.

An ancient stone knife appeared out of thin air in Ye Changan's hand, and he swung his arm like a full moon and slashed at the strange old monk.

The old monk was no longer as calm as before. He no longer stayed in place, but dodged the powerful and heavy knife.

Ye Changan's lips curled up into a sneer.

The old monk was afraid.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Several blasts of wind sounded, and countless stones shot towards the old monk like sharp arrows.

A strange scene appeared again. The old monk's skin and flesh fell off in pieces after being hit by stones, and the flesh and blood under the skin looked horribly pale like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Ye Changan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this scene. This old monk was even weirder than he imagined.

The old monk finally couldn't bear the endless stones, and he chanted Buddhist sutras faster and faster.

Whoosh!
He rushed toward Ye Changan like a ghost.

Almost at the same moment, a strange strong wind appeared out of thin air.

boom!
The old monk could not withstand the power of the strong wind and was knocked out. His body smashed open the wooden door of the hall, and then hit the big Buddha in the middle.

This is exactly the blowing effect of the magical power [Wind Breathing].

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Ye Changan chased after him with a stone knife, vowing to kill the old monk.

The old monk struggled to stand up from the pile of rubble. His appearance became even more terrifying, with most of his flesh and blood falling off, and his expression became stiff.

The stones around him floated up and wrapped tightly around him, binding him.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

Ye Changan's stone knife finally arrived.

Different from the long sword in Wang He's hand before, his stone knife split the old monk in half from the top of his head like a broken bamboo.

Puff.
The two halves of the corpse fell limply to the ground.

The old monk's body did not shed a drop of blood, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Ye Changan frowned. He stared at the old monk's body, trying to figure out the reason.

The situation here has always been under his surveillance.

When Wu Fu and the others were confused by the Buddha's sound, he rushed over.

As everyone suspected, there was indeed something wrong with the old monk.

"What on earth is this?" Ye Changan thought to himself.

He has never seen such a strange existence.

Turning to look at the temple door, Wang and the three of them had already passed out.Ye Changan stepped forward and checked the breathing of the three people. They were still alive.

The old monk is dead, but the missing goods still haven't appeared. He plans to search the temple thoroughly.

Just as he walked into the main hall, the door of the east cabin was pushed open with a creak.

Ye Changan's expression changed and he looked in that direction warily.

Because from the [perception] perspective, he saw nothing.

I saw a delicate and cute little monk walking out of the house in a daze.

When he saw the old monk's body, he showed a horrified expression at first, but then gradually turned into confusion.

"Master is dead?"

"No, the master is already dead."

"No, no, the master is obviously not dead."

"No, no, even more wrong, the master would have died a long time ago."

The young monk kept talking like the old monk.

Ye Changan narrowed his eyes slightly because he actually saw a series of floating numerical values ​​"163" above the young monk's head!
It's just that the little monk's value appears and disappears, flashing and beating.

Ye Changan has never seen such a situation.

"Is it a spirit?"

But he didn't think too much. No matter what the opponent was, he just had to kill it first.

The stone knife in his hand appeared again, and he raised up from the ground and slashed at the young monk.

The young monk seemed to have not seen Ye Changan, and still said illogical words in a daze.

Suddenly, his face changed drastically.

The body gradually swelled, and the face gradually became older, and finally he looked exactly like the dead old monk.

In other words, the old monk Ye Changan and the villagers saw was him.

Ye Changan's face was cold, and the strange scene in front of him did not affect the speed of his sword at all.

At the same time, a huge boulder as tall as a person blasted past like a cannonball.

Just when the stone knife and boulder were about to hit the young monk who turned into an old monk, the "old monk" in front of him disappeared out of thin air.

Ye Changan's sword missed, and he moved to the right without stopping.

Because he saw the location of the "old monk" through his magical power [perception].

The "old monk" dodged Ye Changan's powerful sword in a daze.

Gradually, he finally remembered.

The old monk is dead, killed by him.

It is not a human being, but a locust tree that has become a spirit.

When the word Sophora japonica is separated, it means Wood Ghost. It is a tree that is born to attract yin. When it became a spirit, a pregnant woman happened to hang herself from the Sophora japonica tree.

The endless resentment impacted the sophora tree spirit’s intelligence, turning it into another kind of existence—a demon!
It happened to be picked up by the old monk when it had just become a sperm.

The old monk tried to use Buddhism to relieve the resentment in his body, and it actually helped.

It is precisely for this reason that its evil spirit will appear and disappear.

But a moment of resentment eroded its little intelligence, so it killed the old monk and turned into his appearance.

In the eyes of the villagers, there were only old monks in the deserted temple from beginning to end, never young monks.

After the old monk died, no one could suppress him anymore, and the resentment in his body became stronger.

This is also the reason why he attacks the passing convoys.

Ye Changan's stone knife finally arrived and was about to hit the "old monk".

The divinity in his body seemed to feel the strong evil energy from the outside world, and it automatically bloomed with bright light.

Ye Changan's figure became holy and flawless.

"The mountain god is here, and all evil will not invade!"

(End of this chapter)