Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Outside the gate, Ah Fu shouted angrily at Jackie Chan who was also fleeing in front of him, his voice full of anger and confusion.

In his eyes, anger and doubt were intertwined, as if a burning flame and a confusing fog were entangled with each other.

There was a wound on his arm which was not deep, but rather shallow.

It was only the size of a fingernail, but it felt like a strange, sharp pain, as if countless tiny needles were constantly pricking the wound.

It was like a maggot attached to the bone, constantly lingering around the wound, making it unbearable.

The pain, like the whisper of a devil, continued to erode his will.

"I do not know either!"

Jackie Chan ran for his life. He was so unlucky today. He just came here to find a bracelet from Siwa Temple, but how could he encounter so many misfortunes and bad things one after another.

We were running away all the way, flying from one place to another, and the plane even made an emergency landing and crashed!

His heart was filled with helplessness and exhaustion, like a traveler struggling in the quagmire of fate, with no end in sight.

"Hand over the bracelet immediately!"

Ah Fu endured the pain in his arm. Even though there were a dozen mysterious men chasing him, he did not forget his original intention and continued to chase Jackie Chan with firm and persistent steps.

Perseverance and determination shone brightly in his eyes, like a never-extinguished star shining in the darkness.

"Run!"

"The mouse runs the maze!"

Jackie Chan dodged left and right in this complex passage of the ancient building, just like a mouse fleeing in a maze.

Use your keen sense of danger and agility to navigate narrow corridors, corners and rooms.

Sometimes he bent over and sneaked around like a ghost in the dark night.

Sometimes it jumps and moves like a nimble squirrel.

Every turn and every acceleration is like searching for a glimmer of life and a way out in this huge maze.

However, the road ahead is still full of unknowns and dangers, as if an invisible net is gradually tightening around him.

And he was the prey in the net, struggling to survive in despair.

......

The moonlight is as bright as a silk thread, like the water of the Milky Way bursting its dam, pouring down onto the world in an endless stream, shrouding the entire world in a silvery-white dream.

The cool light, like silk threads, spreads delicately and evenly on the earth, as if it were a beautiful painting carefully painted by the magical painter of nature.

Inside the bamboo forest, the moonlight is as bright as clear water, ethereal and tranquil.

Each bamboo leaf seems to be carefully carved by moonlight, with a faint silver halo flickering on the edges. When the breeze blows, the bamboo shadows sway, as if dancing a silent and graceful dance.

The moonlight shines through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled shadows, like broken gold covering the ground.

It flickers and changes with the rhythm of the wind, like a dream, real or unreal, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland, intoxicated and not knowing the way home.

Jiang Shi Nian stood quietly there, like an ancient and majestic statue, his figure elongated in the moonlight.

His eyes fell on the bald man in front of him, with a hint of scrutiny and curiosity in his eyes.

"Judging from your attire and appearance, which ancient temple are you from?"

Chapter 160 Lotus Temple

The voice is hoarse and low, like the cry of an owl at night, or like an ancient bell slowly echoing in the long river of time.

Each note contains endless vicissitudes and mysteries, spreading slowly in this empty bamboo forest.

A few night birds perched on the branches were startled, and they flapped their wings and flew into the deeper darkness, leaving only white feathers floating down, like little elves in this quiet world.

In front of him, a strange red bonfire was floating in the air, burning silently without any firewood.

The flame was like a mysterious ruby, emitting an enchanting and charming light, without any crackling sound that a flame should have, like a spiritual flame that transcended the earth.

It stands quietly and silently in the void, forming a sharp and strange contrast with the surrounding quiet bamboo forest.

It is like an elf from another world, quietly guarding this mysterious space, and seems to be telling an unknown ancient story.

Jiang Shi Nian was concentrating on roasting a whole lamb. The fat dripped onto the flame, but did not cause a ripple. It seemed as if it was silently swallowed by the flame, turning into wisps of light green smoke, curling up and drifting among the bamboo forest, adding a touch of fireworks to this cold moonlit night.

At the same time, his eyes drifted from time to time to the monk who was surrounded by layers of black shadow ninjas not far away.

This monk has a thin body, but a huge head, which looks quite strange.

He was like a thumbtack, ruthlessly nailed into the bamboo forest by fate.

At this moment, he was surrounded by shadow ninjas. Those shadow ninjas were like black sculptures, emitting a terrifying aura.

The monk was tied tightly to the spot by tough bamboo. He struggled hard with his hands, veins bulging, like little snakes twisting under his skin, but to no avail, unable to move at all.

The binding technique was extremely exquisite, with the connections between the bamboo joints tight and seamless, as if they were shackles made by nature herself.

When Jiang Shi Nian saw it, he couldn't help but secretly admire its ingenuity. He never expected that the Black Shadow Ninja would have such means. It was true that there were many talented people and hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

The bamboo forest seemed to have become a huge stage, and they were the protagonists on the stage, performing a silent and tense drama.

"……Yes."

The monk struggled for a while, but to no avail, and could only respond depressedly.

However, his eyes moved and he immediately said:

"You are an ancient and noble demon, right? Although I am an ascetic in an ordinary temple, I yearn for the demon era. At that time, the world was stable and everyone was oppressed..."

"I mean, they are all moving steadily along their own life trajectories. How I wish I could live in that time. The technology nowadays is so annoying. I hate those noisy technological products!"

The man who called himself an ascetic had a look of longing on his face, and his eyes were shining with longing and nostalgia for the past days.

His face appeared particularly clear in the moonlight, and the sweat on his forehead was like dew on grass leaves in the morning, crystal clear and refracting a faint light.

Then he glanced at the dragon-shaped demon out of the corner of his eye, whose eyes only saw the roasted whole lamb.

This demon's figure seemed familiar, and it was shining with golden light, as if it had been recorded in some ancient book...

His heart was in turmoil, with countless thoughts flashing through his mind as he tried to dig out a clue about this demon from the depths of his memory.

However, it is always in vain, leaving only confusion and anxiety in my heart.

After thinking for a moment, seeing that the devil ignored his words, the ascetic monk turned his gaze to the black shadow soldiers with scarlet eyes around him.

He could not sense any breath of life from these creatures. From this, it can be known that these ninjas were probably people who had passed away long ago, and were awakened and reborn by evil magic, turning into this appearance.

Or maybe they are some kind of demons or evil spirits, controlled by this more ancient and mysterious demon and made his subordinates.

Their figures appeared even more eerie and terrifying in the moonlight, as if they were ghosts crawling out from the depths of hell, ready to devour any life that dared to approach.

Looking at this creature full of evil aura, the experienced ascetic monk knew in his heart that if he could not make the evil dragon change his mind today, he would not be able to see the bright sunrise this morning.

And this bamboo forest will probably grow more luxuriant and vigorous due to the nourishment of his body.

A deep despair surged in his heart, like a drowning man struggling in the dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, his face trembled slightly, and he stole a glance at the demon who was sprinkling seasoning on the roasted lamb, paused for a moment, and then said:

"Sir, I am very willing to serve you, but you have captured me here. I wonder what trouble you want me to help you solve?"

This ascetic monk had a very strong psychological quality. He forced a flattering smile on his face. That smile was like a withered flower in winter, forced and stiff.

Although his body was tied up, he still tried his best to save his life.

There was a hint of cunning and helplessness in his eyes, like a fox trapped in a cage. Although he had lost his freedom, he was still trying to find a chance to escape.

"Aww"

Jiang Shi Nian swallowed the roasted whole lamb in one gulp and smacked his lips. The sound was particularly loud in the silent bamboo forest, as if it was a thunder that broke the silence of the world.

Then he turned his gaze to the bald monk.

"Tell me, what are you doing in this deserted forest on such a dark and windy night?"

"...Lotus Temple."

The ascetic monk remained silent for a moment, and finally told his purpose truthfully.

"There are ancient lost scriptures in the Lotus Temple, as well as books that record many secrets of the past. As a wandering ascetic monk, I have heard these stories a long time ago, so I want to try my luck here to see if I can find the lost ancient temple."

The monk slightly embellished his purpose and told it in detail.

What he said was all true. He had indeed left the Lotus Temple and was wandering around. He had also heard stories about the Lotus Temple a long time ago - when he was still in the temple.

As for trying your luck, it is not an empty talk. It is very easy to get lost in this lush, vast and deep bamboo forest. It does take some luck to find an ancient temple that only appears on moonlit nights in this intricate forest.

This bamboo forest is like a huge maze. Every bamboo is a barrier in the maze, hiding countless secrets and dangers.

In this way, even if this demon has the magic of elusive and predictable lies, he will be helpless.

Of course, he only mentioned some scriptures and books. Such items are extremely precious to ordinary people, but to such a terrifying demon, they are probably like grass. This evil dragon must know more unknown magic and secrets.

He was calculating in his mind, like a shrewd businessman, weighing the pros and cons.

Chapter 161 Ascetic Monk

As for the more precious magic scroll containing powerful magic power hidden in the Lotus Temple, he would never reveal it on his own initiative.

As long as the demon has no interest in ordinary magic scrolls, scriptures and books, he will still have a chance to get the magic scroll in the future.

There was a glimmer of barely perceptible greed in his eyes, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Thinking this way, he continued:

"In this ancient temple, the monks of the former Lotus Temple cast a spell that could hide the temple in order to avoid being disturbed by others. Only on the night of the full moon can the temple emerge from nothingness."

"And outsiders can only explore the temple during this night. When the sun rises the next day, the hidden spell on the temple will be activated, hiding the entire temple in the void again, and..."

The ascetic paused for a moment, and then said: "Before dawn, any outsider who fails to leave this temple will be transformed into a monster guarding the temple under the power of the spell."

"Oh?"

In Jiang Shi Nian's scarlet eyes, blood was flowing, like a burning flame, or like two strange red stars twinkling in the night sky.

There was a hint of excitement and curiosity in the light, as if a hunter had heard the movement of his prey and was preparing to embark on a thrilling chase.

"Isn't that a coincidence? The night of the full moon is right now."