Qian Tu did not take any action because the troupe was singing for them. Without them, the special atmosphere would be missing.
The souls sitting in the ancestral hall still have normal appearances, but their appearance on the outside is very different.
Some have a kitchen knife stuck in their heads, some have bodies so swollen that they are almost bursting, their whole bodies are wet, and their eyes even slipped from their sockets; some have only half of their faces left, or are missing their heads or limbs. In short, these are... The souls wandering around are extremely terrifying.
Of course, except for Qian Tu, no one else could see these horrific scenes. They could only feel a solemn and cold atmosphere, but they had no other perception.
Qian Tu ignored those ghosts and continued to close his eyes and meditate, firmly believing that when the Mao hour came, these evil spirits would naturally dissipate. If they still persisted, he would have to personally take action to wipe them out completely.
But having said that, as long as the rooster crows in the early morning and the first light of dawn appears, such existences cannot escape the fate of leaving.
He glanced at Bai Yunfei. Just a moment ago, this guy was complaining about being cold, but now he was snoring slightly...
Qian Tu smiled slightly and leaned against the wall, planning to take a nap.
However, just when he thought he would have a peaceful night, suddenly something unusual happened.
He heard the drama outside suddenly stop without warning.
Qian Tu realized something was wrong, his expression changed slightly, he opened the curtain backstage and looked out.
The sight in front of him shocked him. Both the actors on the stage and the musicians beside him stood there frozen in fear, their whole bodies trembling.
He cast his gaze into the distance and his pupils immediately contracted.
I saw a tall figure standing at the door of the ancestral hall!
The man was wearing a bamboo hat and a blue monk's robe.
At this moment, his hands were clasped together, and a string of deep Buddhist beads flashed on his wrists.
If he was just an ordinary monk, it might not be enough to arouse such fear, but this monk made people tremble and frighten.
This comes from the face under his bamboo hat. He only has one eye!
That huge eye spans between the bridge of the nose and the forehead, looking terrifying and ferocious!
The deep pupils seemed to lead to the endless abyss. In an instant, a bizarre and heavy atmosphere filled the air, and time seemed to stand still.
In front of Qian Tufa, all the ghosts that originally existed disappeared, and the strange demon monk was filled with the entangled aura of green and gold.
This monster looks evil, but it also contains Buddha's light. This is the first time Qian Tu has witnessed such a bizarre thing, and he feels a little confused.
"Don't interrupt, continue singing!" Qian Tu's cold voice came, and then he stared at the one-eyed demon monk intently.
Qian Tu's firm back gave the troupe courage. Although their throats were extremely dry, they exchanged looks in tacit understanding, and the sounds of suona and opera sounded again.
"What the hell are you?"
Qian Tu slowly raised his finger and pointed at him, his tone full of confusion.
However, the demon monk did not answer. Instead, he took a few steps towards him, with a cruel and strange smile on his lips, as if he was waiting for a certain moment to come.
Qian Tu frowned and said with disdain: "Pretend to be a ghost!"
As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly stood up from the ground, and like an illusory figure like lightning, he quickly rushed towards the demon monk.
A sword energy passed through the air, its speed was so fast and its sharpness was unmatched.
The sword energy was fierce and fell mercilessly in front of the demon monk's eyes.
However, the demon monk remained unmoved at all. He just calmly raised his palm, blocking the sword's power like an invisible barrier. The sword energy condensed into a ball in front of the demon monk's palm, unable to move any further.
Qian Tu was shocked. He hurriedly turned over, retracted his sword finger, and swung the sword energy continuously at lightning speed.
The sword energy crisscrossed and danced in front of the demon monk, and the sword shadows intertwined into a beautiful and ferocious picture, like a violent storm that would never end.
However, the demon monk did not fight back and wandered around Qiantu like a cat teasing a mouse. No matter how Qian Tu tried his moves, he could not touch the demon monk even a little bit.
As time passed, half a moment passed. Suddenly, a figure flashed, and Qian Tu was surprised to find that the demon monk had disappeared.
He was about to look for the demonic monk.
Suddenly, an evil death aura hit him from behind, like a gloomy cold wind.
Qian Tu couldn't help but shudder, feeling a chill from his spine to the soles of his feet.
The demon monk seemed to step out of the void, his face full of cold mockery.
"Donor, you are too slow!"
The demon monk's voice was like ice on a cold night, stinging his eardrums.
Before Qian Tu could react, the demon monk had already struck him with several palms on his back. The wind from his palms was like a sharp blade and was unstoppable.
Then, the demon monk clasped his palms together and pushed. The power of his palms surged like a flood, and the golden light surged, instantly knocking him away heavily.
Qian Tu's body swayed unsteadily, like a candle in the wind, and he fell miserably on the stage. Blood poured out of his mouth like a fountain, turning him red.
After this scene happened, the singing on the stage suddenly stopped. The 'money picture' that had been the pillar of their hearts just now became so fragile. Their hearts collapsed instantly, and the people on the stage fell into panic, and some even couldn't help but burst into tears. They fled in all directions, but the demon monk watched Qian Tu quietly, unmoved by their escape.
"Please help!"
"Run away!"
...
The curtain backstage was slowly opened, and a chubby young man stretched himself and slowly opened his blurred eyes.
"Brother Qian, what's going on? It's so noisy!"
However, when he rubbed his eyes, a look of horror instantly appeared on his face.
"Fuck! Monster, monster!"
Bai Yunfei stammered, and his original sleepiness was instantly frightened away. He subconsciously looked at Qian Tu with a solemn expression, and said in surprise: "Brother Qian...are you injured too?"
Qian Tu struggled to stand up and stared at Bai Yunfei's panicked look. He gently raised his arm and wiped the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. The voice came out low and powerful: "You should run for your life quickly, I can't take care of you now."
He brought Bai Yunfei personally. If something happened to him, Qian Tu would definitely be deeply eroded by guilt.
"Okay, Brother Qian, please take care!" Bai Yunfei turned around and ran away without hesitation.
However, the next moment, bursts of harsh sounds came from outside the ancestral hall, and the sound waves were like sharp blades tearing apart the soul. Soon after, the sound gradually disappeared...
An ominous premonition filled Qian Tu's heart. At this moment, he saw a king holding a cane and a group of servants slowly walking in from the door of the ancestral hall. The swords in the hands of the servants were still dripping with blood.
There were two other guards who held down Bai Yunfei who was tied up tightly and followed him out.
"Brother Qian! Save me!"
Bai Yunfei was crying, twisting and struggling at the same time, but his whole body was tied tightly, and instead, there were red marks on his neck.
This scene made Qian Tu feel nervous, but when he saw Yuan Wang, he seemed to understand something.
"So you guys are in the same group?"
"Haha, Second Young Master Qian, everything I did was an act of helplessness. I hope you don't blame me under the circumstances."
After saying that, Wang Yuanwai looked at the demon monk again and said respectfully: "Master, my son has been handed over to you. I only hope that you can resurrect him. I am willing to dedicate all my family property to Gaode Temple."
"Amitabha, the killing you committed this time is really against heaven. King Donor, you must be dedicated to good deeds in the future to save the suffering of all sentient beings. Our Buddha is merciful."
However, at this moment Qian Tu let out a deep sneer, and the sarcasm was clearly discernible in it.
"Ahem...I finally understand. Mr. Wang, on the pretext of deceiving me to come here, you colluded with the demon monk and intended to kill me in exchange for your son's life? It took a lot of effort and effort."
Having said this, Qian Tu revealed a hint of doubt, "It's just that I'm really surprised that Kotokuji is in league with the evildoer. Besides, I have no grudges against Kotokuji, so why do you want to kill me?"
"Indeed, you have no grudges against Kotokuji."
"Why do you want to kill me? There has to be a reason, right?"
"Mr. Qian, have you ever heard of blood transfusion?"
The demon monk's voice was still very gentle, as if it contained no emotion at all.
Hearing this, Qian Tu frowned suddenly: "You mean blood transfusion?"
He once heard someone mention that this technique originated from the evil magic of the ancient Western Regions and disappeared more than a thousand years ago. He did not expect that there are still people in the world who know this technique.
Could it be that Gaode Temple was built by people from the Western Regions?
"Now that I've heard about it, it's easy to handle,"
The demon monk sighed and said slowly, "You and Young Master Wang were born on the same day in the same year, same month, and have the same destiny. But now that Young Master Wang wants to resurrect, he can only exchange your blood for his body. Only then can we resurrect from the dead and gain a glimmer of hope.”
Qian Tu suddenly understood, but he couldn't help but let out a sad laugh: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it! I have always been in awe of you monks, but I never thought that you say you are compassionate, but in fact your heart is like a poisonous snake. For A young master of the Wang family actually used evil magic to kill innocent people at all costs, just to exchange for the life of the so-called 'destined person' in your mouth. Today, my Qian Tu has really opened my eyes, it turns out that you are all a bunch of sanctimonious monsters!"
"Money Donor,"
The demon monk still looked compassionate, "I advise you not to fight in vain. If you can choose to surrender, you may be able to reduce some pain. Otherwise, the poor monk will have to use extreme measures, and you will suffer all kinds of pain and life. It is better to die, there is no hope for survival, and there is no way for death.”
Having said this, he looked at Bai Yunfei again and threatened: "Or do you not care about your friend's life or death anymore?"
