Buzz!

The palm-leaf fan shook lightly, and an invisible energy was like blowing all the sound waves back.

"puff!"

The sound waves rolled back, Jiang Xiaobai felt that the eyes were dark, and the pores all over his body were bleeding, almost bursting out on the spot!

"careful!"

Wang Liu and others also reacted very quickly, and they rushed out almost the moment the crowd changed.

But like Jiang Xiaobai, his energy was reversing and he fell back to his original position.

"Um?!"

In the shadow, Jiang Xiazi's expression also became tight. He involuntarily took a few steps back and walked with Yan Long one after another, and was forced to go to the street.

"There are still people?"

Seeing these two people, Huang Hu was shocked, but he had no time to pay attention to it. He only stared at the mysterious man who appeared after the crowd receded.

Expert!

Great master!

The monk's clothes were torn, and there were wine gourds hanging around his waist. His hair was spread on his face, and he didn't know whether he was laughing or crying.

The irreconcilable old monk stood on the street like this, and an indescribable aura spread, and everyone couldn't help but stop.

Even Yan Longxing, who had already held the hilt of the sword, couldn't help but feel shocked and let go of the hilt of the sword...

"The Episodes Monk?!"

Listening to the old laughter, not only Wang Liu, Huang Hu, Jiang Xiaobai, but also Jiang Xiazi, who had collected information from experts of all generations, had his eyelids twitched and he recognized the person.

Nothing else, this kind of dress and appearance are really too distinct!

The epileptic monk was a man more than a thousand years ago and one of the most famous monks after Bodhidharma.

Unlike other great monks, this great monk, who is known as a mad monk, has been living in the world all his life. Although his martial arts are mediocre, his supernatural powers are extremely powerful.

There are many folk legends about him, and in the ordinary world, it is so famous that it even surpasses that of Zen Dharma.

"The little boys are so cruel!"

Walking on a pair of torn straw sandals, the old monk half-squinted his eyes and looked at everyone. His eyes were on Yan Longxing. Jiang Xiazi paused, with a faint disappointment in his tone:

"You guys shouldn't have come..."

Can you communicate?

Wang Liu's heart moved slightly, held Jiang Xiaobai's arm, and bowed:

"My younger generation Wang Liu, I'm not sure how he met me..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Huang Hu and others stopped talking and let him test it, but he didn't expect that the old monk didn't say anything, just fanned the palm palm to his waist and shook and turned around:

"Since you're here, just let's go with the monk..."

The crowd looked at each other, widened the distance between Jiang Xiazi, and followed after hesitating slightly.

Jiang Xiaobai walked at the end, and he swept his eyes over and saw that the people around him were full of fear, anger and uneasiness, as if they were really a living person.

But he didn't know how he had a "horse face" stairs chart, and these so-called people were not 'angry' at all.

But it's not a ghost...

'I hope the prince will come sooner. I'm afraid we can't settle this ghost place...'

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Xiaobai was afraid and urgent.

Once you enter this city, you can't get out at all...

“What the hell happened?”

Looking at the acquaintances that flashed from time to time on the street, the yellow tiger's knuckles turned white, but he had to press them.

In the past day, he tried many times. These seemingly normal villagers would disappear immediately if they touched him.

The two teams followed the old monk with their own thoughts and fell into peace strangely.

"The Monk..."

From time to time, Wang Liu was highly alert. As he walked, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He walked through this street several times, not only very familiar, but also remembered the general layout in his heart. But as he walked this time, the surrounding environment became extremely strange.

And the hairstyles, clothing, and even accents of those pedestrians who were still walking in the night rain gradually became very unfamiliar...

"arrive!"

Just when the few people couldn't hold it back, the sloppy old monk suddenly stopped, and in front of him was an ancient temple.

A temple built in a bustling city!

"Jinshan Temple, you..."

After recognizing the ancient text in front of the temple, Wang Liu finally couldn't help it. He shook his sleeves and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?!"

Click!

He exerted force under his feet, and the stone slabs cracked. Huang Hu, Jiang Xiaobai, and the experts from the Supervision and Demon Slaying Division behind him also drew out swords and seemed to be facing a great enemy.

"Don't you know who the monk is?"

The old monk smiled and took off the wine gourd. After taking a few sips, he was not busy entering the temple. He casually found a big tree to lean on:

"Everyone in the world calls monks and monks. If you like it, just call him."

"You are really..."

Wang Liu still wants to speak, but Huang Hu is already the first step:

"Where have the villagers in this city gone?"

"They are all dead..."

With a long sigh, the old monk seemed to cry and laugh and drank:

"The monk couldn't save them, he couldn't..."

"Die, dead?! Who killed them?!"

Even though he had expected this, Huang Hu couldn't help but feel depressed and his murderous aura suddenly became:

"Who is it?!"

His eyes were red and he was almost about to rush forward, but Wang Liu and Jiang Xiaobai did not stop him, but silently induced his magical powers.

As the rain and mist drifted, there seemed to be a pair of shadows of the Yin God with cow heads and horse-faced appearances side by side in the night.

"Nuota, horse face... whoever killed them, whoever killed them..."

The old monk burped and suddenly pointed outside the city:

"Boys, have you seen it?"

"Um?!"

He suddenly pointed, and everyone else couldn't help but change his expression, because no matter how they thought about it, or whether they wanted to look back or not,

But he couldn't help but turn around, including Yan Longxing, who had his evil spirits rising!

Zheng!

The subtle sword sound slashed through the invisible aura, but Yan Longxing still turned around because he caught a glimpse of a fire.

Outside a rainy night, the fire is blazing, like a tide and a sea, from far to near...

More than one place!

The moment the firelight came into view, the crowd looked around, and when they saw it, their hearts sank.

Outside the rainy night, the stars of fire have appeared, not only on all sides, but also on all directions!

Huang Hu lowered his head, and through the thick stone slabs, he seemed to have noticed the hot flames...

This is……

The crowd looked at each other and remembered the legends that were widely circulated among the people and related to this epileptic monk:

"Fire, fire...the Eight Demons Refining Monk?!"

"Wrong, wrong... Originally, it was the monk who refines the eight demons..."

The old monk sitting leaning against a tree burped again and said with a complicated expression:

"At that time, the monk was expelled by the master in the temple and was wandering around the world. He was half drunk and half awake, and he also did some things to provide medicine to help the poor..."

The old monk said slowly.

His divine intention was incredibly strong. Everyone present, including Jiang Xiazi, who had been successful for many years in Shidu, could not help but be intimidated by his words, fell to the ground and listened to his words.
To be continued...