Wisps of black energy floated out of the old monk's body, filled with a dark aura.
At this moment, the old monk's momentum surged, overwhelming Wang Ye.
"so what?"
"Are you the one with the evil thoughts?"
"If I'm not wrong, you have no way of controlling that clock."
"That bell is the key to the seal."
"What's inside is your own flesh and blood, and you want to take it back."
Wang Ye was holding the Ghost Sword, without any sign of panic, he just looked at the old monk calmly and asked.
The old monk shook his head: "The Buddha statue is indeed my flesh and blood, but it has no effect. However, it contains a lot of energy. After I absorb it, I should be able to return to the Buddha's fruition."
"The main thing is...your body is so alluring."
"When I absorb the energy in flesh and blood, and then take over your body, Maitreya will be a joke in my eyes."
"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."
"If there is nothing else, please go die."
The old monk smiled evilly and rushed towards Wang Ye. The black air behind him formed a huge black arm in mid-air and grabbed Wang Ye from mid-air.
"Which one is more asshole?"
"Why do I feel...you can't hurt me."
Wang Ye took a deep breath, and a black shadow appeared behind him, holding a knife in his hand.
After looking at the black shadow, the old monk's expression suddenly changed, and he stopped abruptly, with a little fear in his eyes: "It's him!"
"What's your relationship with him?"
Wang Ye was startled for a moment and didn't know what he thought of. He looked at the old monk calmly, with a bit of majesty in his eyes, quite condescending, like looking at an ant: "Do you recognize me?"
"..."
"I..."
The old monk murmured to himself and subconsciously took two steps back: "Sure enough, I knew how you could die so easily!"
As he said that, the old monk gritted his teeth and said, "We are all on the same page. At least we have the same goal. I did something wrong today. How about we each take a step back and not invade each other?"
Judging from the old monk's reaction, it seems that he has a story with the person behind him.
Wang Ye's eyes flickered.
"Are you negotiating terms with me...?"
The old monk shook his head. The evil aura in his eyes dissipated a lot, and he became kind-hearted again: "Old monk didn't mean this."
"Give me three drops of blood from that bald donkey."
"Let's forget what happened today."
"Otherwise...I don't mind erasing you."
Wang Ye's temperament changed drastically at this moment. He looked a little lazy, a little bohemian, and had a slight smile on his lips.
There is a slight resemblance to the black-robed young man in those three pages.
Apparently...
The old monk, who was still a little skeptical at first, completely gave up his doubts after seeing Wang Ye's current temperament. He gritted his teeth, unbuttoned his monk's robe, exposed his belly, and lightly traced it with his fingers.
No blood was shed.
It's more like a human skin wrapped around a skeleton.
There wasn't even any internal organs inside, it was completely empty.
In the center of the skeleton, there is a small porcelain bottle floating, emitting a faint light.
The old monk took out the porcelain bottle with some pain, with a respectful look on his face: "Old monk was very offensive before, but... back then when you took a knife and swept across all directions, you were really impressive. People miss it a little bit.”
There was a hint of sigh in his voice.
It seems that he is recalling what happened back then.
"Stop your little thoughts."
"Fool me?"
"Or do you think I'm just showing off?"
Wang Ye's expression suddenly turned cold, and he focused his indifferent eyes on the old monk. A terrifying spiritual power covered the main hall, and a dark blue line appeared on the old monk's body.
The next second.
The ghost knife in Wang Ye's hand suddenly moved and slashed hard on the blue line.
This sudden movement caused the old monk to pause, let out a muffled groan, and his face turned a little pale.
"I have absolutely no idea."
With that said, the old monk hurriedly handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Wang Ye.
Wang Ye put the porcelain bottle away and said humbly: "Next time I take action, you won't have a chance to speak again."
"If it's okay, you can leave first."
The old monk's expression changed slightly, his head lowered slightly, and his expression could not be seen clearly. After a few seconds, he said: "Then... the old monk will leave first."
After saying that, he slowly walked to the door and exited the main hall until Wang Ye's eyes completely left Xiao'an Temple.
Really scared?
Wang Ye smiled and shook his head. This old monk still had some brains, and at least he knew how to test himself twice.
But don't know why.
There is always something wrong with this old monk's IQ.
Logically speaking, such a pure evil thought can still live to this day, and has seen the black-robed young man in the illusion, and even has the blood of Buddha...
All these conditions combined...
It shouldn't be this kind of thinking.
The scam looked a bit crude at first glance, with too many flaws.
And regarding the issue of verifying his identity, if he really had the strength to crush him, how could he have played with him for so long.
so...
This feeling is full of weirdness.
It's just like...
This is a smart person, but this smart person will become dementia one day, but he still subconsciously uses his cleverness in some places, but it seems immature.
But at least there's no need to fight.
After feeling the breath in the porcelain bottle, Wang Ye had a hint of joy in his eyes.
This energy...
It can only be described as vast.
This kind of feeling belongs to those Bodhisattvas or Buddhas...
None of their relics gave Wang Ye this feeling.
It is worthy of the blood of Buddha.
but...
With this kind of strength, does he really have a chance to reach this level?
Wang Ye was silent for a moment, his eyes became firm again, and he put the porcelain bottle away.
…
Outside Xiaoan Temple.
The old monk's expression was gloomy and uncertain. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.
This is simply a shame.
and...
I really need the flesh and blood in that Buddha statue.
With his current body, if he didn't lie down in the coffin to recuperate, he would die in a few days. That Buddha statue... was the key to his survival.
Originally, he was ready to go out and break the seal.
But just at this time, Wang Ye came.
His mind, which was somewhat muddled after his recovery, came up with a brilliant plan.
pity...
Failed.
As a result, now he can't even get close to the Buddha statue.
And for some reason, the old monk always felt that there was a line in his mind, but he couldn't catch it.
This feeling made him a little painful!
(Sorry, there are two updates today, and I will take the exam three tomorrow! It will be easier after the exam.)
