As a group of monks showed happy faces and let the music burst out with the momentum of warriors, the group of blood cultists vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"You are not from the holy monks!"
The blood cultist looked at the group of monks with a gloomy expression.
"Amitabha, the poor monk has never said that he is a holy monk."
A monk chuckled.
"That's just right, we still need some blood food."
The leading blood cultist licked his lips, an eighth-level blood cultist.
As for King Wu, there is no such thing among these blood cultists.
Although he vaguely felt that the momentum of these monks was not simple, there was nothing he could do about it now, and he had some thoughts in his heart.
A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.
Seeing this, Yang Si, who was hiding in the dark, looked slightly ugly.
These monks are obviously not bad people, at least they should be opposed to the blood cultists.
Moreover, the holy monks mentioned by those blood cultists made Yang Si feel a little uneasy.
The feeling that something was wrong in my heart was getting stronger and stronger, while I frowned and thought.
There was a vague guess, but Yang Si himself didn't want to believe it was true.
As his mind raced, a trace of breath leaked out without noticing.
All the monks looked at the old monk Zhijie.
At this time, the old monk Zhijing withdrew his gaze from Yang Si's direction.
"Amitabha, go ahead, the Buddha also has the angry-eyed Vajra."
The old monk Zhijing nodded.
Then…
A group of monks looked happy.
boom!
In addition to the old monk Zhijing, there were two middle-aged monks who looked relatively calm and followed the old monk Zhijing without making any move.
All the remaining monks rushed forward, their hands full of various Buddhist martial arts.
The strength of these blood cultists is not very strong. They were suppressed almost immediately when facing these monks, and they were almost destroyed.
But the Eighth Realm Blood Cultist who took the lead turned around and ran away immediately.
He had already made plans to escape, letting other believers attract the attention of the monks and taking the opportunity to escape.
However, at this moment, one of the two middle-aged monks who had not taken action beside the old monk Zhijing stepped forward.
Then with a flash of body, he was in front of the escaping Eighth Realm Blood Cultist.
"Amitabha, this donor is in a hurry, so why bother?"
"Our Buddha wants to see you."
The middle-aged monk grinned, raised his hand and slapped him.
A huge golden palm print covered the past.
At the same time, the aura of this middle-aged monk was that of a monk in the realm of King Wu.
"No!"
The Eight Realm Blood Cultists looked horrified.
However, facing the realm of King Wu, he had no chance to struggle and was directly slapped and seriously injured.
This was the reason why the middle-aged monk did not kill him directly.
The battle between the remaining blood cultists also ended quickly.
Although those blood cultists even swallowed bloodthirsty pills in order to fight for their lives.
Faced with the absolute strength gap now, the Bloodthirsty Pill is not enough to support their comeback.
Not to mention, there is an old monk named Zhijie who has never taken action.
Most of these blood cultists died, while a small number were seriously injured and captured.
"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin."
At this time, the old monk Zhijing glanced at the corpse of the blood cultist on the ground and muttered something.
Then, the old monk Zhijing raised his head and looked in the direction of Yang Si: "This benefactor, after watching the show for so long, can you show up to see me?"
"well?"
The other monks looked stunned for a while. Is there anyone else?
Yang Si came back to his senses. When his guess just now was a bit scary, and when his mind was in turmoil, he leaked a little bit of his breath, he knew that he couldn't hide it.
Yang Si did not hesitate and walked out openly.
"Amitabha, Lao Nian Miaoshan Temple is universally charitable, but I don't know the benefactor..."
From Yang Si's expression, Pu Shan felt the pressure. If Yang Si hadn't inadvertently leaked a trace of his breath just now, he wouldn't have known there was someone hiding next to him.
boom!
Yang Si was confused and looked at Universal Good Bodhisattva.
"You...are the monks of Miaoshan Temple?"
Yang Si looked ugly.
Real or fake monk?
"Um?"
Pushan Bodhisattva was a little confused: "Yes, we did come from Miaoshan Temple."
"Now, Daxia's ban on Buddhism has not been lifted, right? When you go out for a walk, are you not afraid of being treated like a monster monk?" Yang Si asked the same question.
"Amitabha, I like to reason with them. If the truth makes sense, they will naturally not make things difficult for me."
Pushan Bodhisattva smiled and said.
Next to him, another middle-aged monk who looked steady could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard this.
This principle is very simple. Whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. I don’t know how many Jianghu knights were beaten with bruises and bruises along the way.
"Could it be that the donor also wants to reason with me?"
Pushan Bodhisattva looked at Yang Si and said with a kind smile, but his aura was vaguely rising.
"Huh~ I'm not that boring. Do you know Pu De Bodhisattva and Zen Master Xuan Qing?"
Yang Si looked up at Universal Good Bodhisattva and asked.
Hearing this, Universal Good Bodhisattva frowned.
At this time, the middle-aged monk who had just killed the Eight Realm Blood Cultists looked at Yang Si doubtfully.
"Amitabha, this donor, you know me, but I haven't seen you before?"
Hearing this, Yang Si was startled and looked up at the middle-aged man: "Are you Xuan Qing?"
"Amitabha, this poor monk is Xuan Qing." Zen Master Xuan Qing said doubtfully.
"Amitabha, poor monk Xuanhui."
At this time, another monk also spoke.
"This donor, I don't know who the Pude Bodhisattva you are talking about is?"
"All the brothers and sisters of the Pu family in Miaoshan Temple know each other, but there is no such person as Pude Bodhisattva."
Pushan Bodhisattva looked at Yang Si doubtfully.
Oops!
Yang Si turned his head suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, and grabbed a blood cultist who was not dead yet with one hand.
boom!
The Heart Sutra and Dharma of Ji Shi are pouring in.
"Uh-huh!"
The severe pain made the blood cultist scream.
"Who is the holy monk you speak of?"
Yang Si spoke gloomily, although he already had the answer in his heart.
"I...I said..."
The severe pain, coupled with Yang Si's crushing momentum, caused the fifth-level blood cultist to break through his defenses.
"It's a great saintly monk, a great saintly monk from the Buddhist kingdom. We were picked up by the saintly monks from various strongholds."
The Fifth Realm Blood Cultist struggled to speak.
"The great virtuous holy monk, Pude Bodhisattva, is very good!"
Yang Si had a gloomy face.
If he hadn't accidentally met this group of real monks from Miaoshan Temple, he would probably have been kept in the dark by now.
"This Bodhisattva, I am Yang Si."
Yang Si raised his head and looked at Pushan Bodhisattva and directly explained his identity.
"Amitabha, I guessed it."
There is no surprise for Pushan Bodhisattva. He is so young and has such terrifying strength. There is no second person in the entire martial arts world.
The Xuanhui Bodhisattva on the side looked at Yang Si with slightly complicated eyes.
