The commander of the Right Street was patrolling the Six Streets, and with his guards, the cavalry slowly patrolled past Zhuque Street. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the wall, and a guard reported: "Mr. Yu! Where..."
The Right Street Envoy shook his head and said, "Maybe it's just a night cat, don't be nervous!"
Although the black shadow flashed by, it clearly looked like a human figure. However, the guards dared not say anything more. The street commander was not at peace.
"This is the third sect tonight!" Yu Hou said worriedly: "Although Yang Xiang greeted him, if something really happened, I can't explain... What happened tonight? It is said that something happened in several temples!" Although it is not the mansion of princes and nobles, such a fatal matter, the temples in Chang'an are also powerful and have met many nobles.
If there is a quarrel, I will have to eat it.
At that time, Yang Xiang might not be able to protect himself!
Dacien Temple was the crown prince Li Zhi who commemorated his deceased mother, Empress Wende, and chose this place where the forest and spring are beautiful. The temple is facing Huangqu to the south, with deep water and bamboos and beautiful scenery, making it the best in Kyoto. Qian Chen stood on the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, looking down at the temple's Chonglou and Fu Hall and Qiongyu Temple. He saw 33 courtyards, with a total of 8,897 monks, and there were 3,000 monks who had cultivated magic power.
At the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, you can directly look at the south pond in the temple. Although it is already high in August, the lotus flowers in the pond are still in bud.
Just like Ananda Temple!
But this time, Qian Chen was not here to destroy the flowers. He hid the Qinghong Sword in the lotus and sat on the horn of the flying eaves of the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, and on the head of the wind beast.
The mocking beast showed an aggrieved look under Qian Chen's butt, and dared not speak out!
Hundreds of talismans on his body flew out along Ye Feng. The monks in the temple were old monks practicing in the meditation room. They could see a yellow talisman floating in the wind and sticking to the door. There were three mountain seals on the talisman, which contained the power of subduing demons. Qian Chen did this like that, and this was the monks in the temple. This was to subduing demons. If you close the door of the meditation room, you would be happy.
If you open the door and enter the hospital, you will immediately be involved in the battle between Taoist demons.
Qian Chen went from the gourd to a cup of amber-like wine, and condensed ice into a cup. His spiritual sense sensed that gods and demons were secretly hiding from all directions in Chang'an, so he was not in a hurry to take action, so he would scare away the rest and ask him to come to the door one by one.
He whispered to the lotus flowers in the south pond, "There is a cool air in the opposite hall, and the clear storm is covered with clear storm. The redness is decaying, and the fragrance is still small. The dust is rustling and the autumn is rustling. The guests are coming in a scattered manner, and they are alone when they return to the pond."
A group of demon cultivators flew in the air and came outside the Great Ci'en Temple without a cup of tea. They climbed over the courtyard wall and saw Qian Chen, who was sitting at the top of the Little Wild Pagoda, watching the moon and lotus. The prostitute smiled and said, "It's a good color, but I'm older than I like, so I beat it!"
Qian Chen now has three long whiskers and fairy-like bones, and does not look as tender as his original body.
The monk rubbed his hands and smiled, "But it's my taste, Si Niang, you love the boy. Let me leave this for me!" Si Niang cursed, "It looks like she has a root and bone. I haven't seen any such person in three or two years. I probably don't dare to take action when I see him. It's not like now, with Yang Xiang's support."
The monk smiled and invited, "Why... come together?"
Qian Chen on the Little Wandering Pagoda frowned slightly. That coquettish person is a woman after all. What's wrong with you monk? Moreover, is the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty so open?
Qian Chen frowned. Those demon cultivators didn't notice it, and the Yin Demons couldn't sit still!
The demon cultivator in the costume was quite straightforward and scolded the two of them, "The important thing is to do, you guys are put away first. Although there are our people in the temple, most of the monks are not under Yang Xiang. If they make a fuss, they will ruin the prime minister's big affairs. You will all be punished... The Yang family's bone-scraping pipagiant and the sound of the intestine-scraping drums, do you want to understand?"
The two of them shut up and prepared to go to the double geese pagoda of big and small.
At this time, I heard the sound of sweeping not far away. The bamboo branches of the broom were scraped on the ground, making a rustling sound. A figure wearing a white linen monk's robe appeared in front of me. Everyone first saw the monk's robe and thought it was a monk from Dacien Temple, but the monk had sharp eyes and saw a trace of unusual ups and downs on his chest.
The monk said in surprise: "This is a nun!"
"Okay! The monk from Dacien Temple is not honest..." The monk smiled and said, "I just raise a few pretty novice monks. I didn't expect that they would dare to raise nuns in the monk temple. This little nun is very pretty, so I'll come when I go!" The prostitute said in surprise: "Monk, aren't you going to another path?"
"As long as you are cute, anything can be done!" the monk smiled.
The demon monk scolded, "The important thing is important! Let's talk about other explanations of the prime minister?"
The monk smiled and said, "That boy is probably a righteous despair. We can also ask him to take care of it if we want to use it."
"If you cause the masters in the temple to take action... Grandpa Xiang can't protect you!" said the Taoist priest coldly.
The monk just smiled and ignored it. No one among them had the prestige that was as high as the leader. Everyone said it was a team, but in fact it was a mess.
The monk came to the nun, smiled sinisterly, and whispered: "If the little nun doesn't go to meditate, why is it still sweeping at night? But has he offended any master in the temple? I can tell you something about it." His eyebrows and eyes showed a lewd look, and there were a large number of nuns from head to toe, but he saw that the nun was beautiful in figure and his face was not inferior to those of the Yang family.
But the strong resentment between her eyebrows was a bit bad, making her look like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir.
Not as beautiful and natural as the four women of the Yang family.
The nun just sneered when she saw the monk. Such a mean smile made her lose her color, which made the monk feel very disappointed and sighed: "What a resentful woman, she has lost all her fun with such a look! You need to be carefully trained!"
The nun smiled coldly and whispered: "Everyone deserves to die...all deserves to die!"
When the monk saw the girl's eyes flashing with deep resentment, he was secretly frightened. He saw the nun reaching out and pressing it on his chest. The silent and colorless lightning penetrated under the monk's skin, causing him to show a look of extreme horror. The Si Niang looked away for a while, and when she saw the monk, she said a few words, the nun took the initiative to touch his chest.
He couldn't help but secretly spit out: "Another slutty hoof!"
At this time, a handsome man in black walked slowly from the secret, and the demon cultivators were shocked and raised their vigilance.
At this time, the handsome young man pulled out a blood-red sword in his palms, which made everyone feel a little relieved. He heard the Taoist ask, "It turns out that he is a fellow disciple of Jiuyou. Are you also here on the order of Yang Xiang?"
"I came here at the order of the demon!" The young man in black whispered.
The prostitute Si Niang showed her seductive smile again, but she heard the man in black whisper: "I'll tell you, let's die far away from my master... Don't be next to here, dirty his eyes!"
After saying that, a sword light appeared from the black-clad guy's palm.
The sword light slashed across the sky, and Yin Hong seemed to be unable to remove blood rust, with a strong smell of rust. At this moment, the sword light had already exceeded the original realm of the black-clothed demon cultivator, but he saw Qian Chen use the Heavenly Demon Blood-Transforming Divine Sword several times, pointing out the direction for him. The black-clothed demon cultivator's qualifications in the demonic path are not very good, but imitation can always be done.
Now there is a little divine intention in his sword.
Although the Heavenly Demon Blood-Changing Divine Sword has only obtained the Blood-Changing Divine Sword, it has not yet understood the most terrifying demon.
But this knife still called the vigilant demon cultivators who were caught off guard. Unpredictable, a trace of blood appeared on the beautiful face of Si Niang, and then her entire head flew up. She was closest to the sword light and had no time to react. The butcher flew back very quickly. The butcher's butcher's knife was slashed out one after another, but was completely broken by the sword. One arm with the butcher's knife suddenly flew up and was swallowed by the blood light.
The butcher took off one hand and escaped by chance. The magic cultivator dressed in a Taoist priest opened his mouth and spit out a black light, turning into various strange beasts and rushing towards the black-clothed demon cultivator.
The monk over there, who was pressed by a nun with one hand, was suddenly thrown away...
He smashed it down at the demon cultivators!
The ranger was about to go up to pick him up when he heard the Taoist demon cultivator: "No!"
Only then did he see that there seemed to be countless fluctuations under the monk's skin, but it was too late to withdraw! A ray of lightning exploded from the monk's body, and the silent and colorless lightning swept across and instantly poured into the bodies of the two demon cultivators. The demon cultivator dressed in a ranger showed horror and was wiped away bit by bit in the lightning.
The nun, full of resentment, came to everyone with a sneer and clapped his hands to shoot out several lightning lights.
A military demon cultivator was about to get close to him when a figure suddenly rushed out of the house next to him and smashed the wooden window.
The martial arts qi was like a god, and instantly rushed out along the man's fists and feet. The sharp qi turned into a spear, which pierced his confidant when the military demon cultivator was unable to make any moves.
The storyteller's magic cultivator took out a booklet and opened his mouth to spit out a description. The booklet shone with a magic light and transformed into a mighty magic general riding a black unicorn. He stepped on the bluestone slab of the Great Ci'en Temple and rushed towards the martial arts monk. Just as the martial arts monk was about to move, he found that his feet had turned into swamp sand, and his legs were deeply trapped in it.
The storyteller's demon cultivator shouted: "In the eighth chapter, Daze siege is dangerously trapping the enemy generals, and the Qilin slashes people through waves!"
The demon general swung his sword and slashed at the head of the martial arts monk.
At this time, a golden light shone, and a body that was cast in diamond flew over, and a lion seal was cast in his hand...
The monk's flesh and blood suddenly turned into countless poisonous insects...
A young man in Taoist robe came slowly, smiled at the magic cultivator dressed in Taoist, and suddenly became a formation of clouds and smoke...
The drunkard opened his mouth and spit out endless flames, and the real fire of heavenly thunder rolled away...
In a corner of the Great Ci'en Temple, nearly twelve figures walked into the demon cultivator. In just a moment, most of the demon cultivators who came confidently died and injured. Most of them only lasted for one round, either being killed by the right person, or being wrapped in countless colorless lightning lights, trapped by Yunyan, and poisoned by the poison of the insects.
In the end, he either died of a huge iron fist or was swallowed by the blood-transforming sword.
After a while, the noise gradually stopped.
The night... is quiet again!
Qian Chen is still sitting on the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, drinking at the moon, and has already recited the third poem to chant the moon!
Not far away, a monk who opened the Zen room stared at the clouds and smoke in a corner of the temple for a while, then silently closed the door of the Zen room and took pictures of the yellow paper talismans.
A little ghost took everything on the eaves of the Dacien Temple, so scared that he could no longer be proud of himself.
It said silently in its heart: "This is not the right way to eliminate demons, but the inner striking of the demons! We must report to the Lord of the Mansion!"
At this time, its neck suddenly became slightly cold. The little ghost saw a trace of bloody sword light under its neck. He immediately stood at the right moment without looking sideways, allowing the man to take away some memories from his soul. The black-clothed demon cultivator took his sword away... and continued to go to another monk standing outside the Zen room next to him.
After a while, the monks who were alarmed kept their doors and chanted scriptures, not daring to pay attention to the matter outside the window.
I turned a blind eye to the things outside the window and only recited the Tripitaka!
When the moon head fell a corner again, there were already 108 gods and demons gathered in Chang'an and gathered in Dacien Temple.
They manifested the Dharma in various parts of the temple, either in copper castings, or in the murals of Wu Daoxuan, Yin Lin, Yuchi Yiseng, Yang Tingguang, Zheng Qian, Bi Hong, Wang Wei and others, either turned into good deeds clay bodies, bluestone, painted sculptures, and even Buddha statues in the caves, carrying the flying sky in the murals, vaguely surrounding the large and small geese pagodas.
Yan Shu killed himself through the temple, was passing through the night sky of Chang'an, and rushed to the next place, and saw the gods and demons in that place all turned into black shadows and threw themselves towards the Dacien Temple.
At this time, a stunning sword light burst out from Dacien Temple...
It shines on the night sky of Chang'an for three thousand feet!
Although Qian Chen did not send a letter of help from him for some reason, he still secretly called him a bad idea and followed him!
Chapter completed!