"Monster! How dare you trespass on the Buddha's land? Do you want to seek death?" At this time, a monk came to his senses, pointed at Chun Shisanniang on the eaves and shouted angrily.
"It's so noisy!"
Chun Shisanniang felt disdainful and couldn't help but waved her hand to signal him to shut up.
However, what happened next was horrifying.
The monk's words seemed to freeze time in place. His feet stepped on the solid ground, and for some reason, several tree roots suddenly popped up.
These tree roots grew wildly like wild vines, sharp and pointed, directly penetrating the solid soles of his feet, and then spread along the inside of his body.
Like ruthless blades, they passed through his strong thighs and finally exploded out of his chest, blooming like a huge red flower.
Countless petals flashing as sharp as crystal, ruthlessly tore his body apart. Those petals were covered with his internal organs and intestines, which were hot and bloody. This tragic scene was stunning, as if you were actually there. Immerse yourself in a terrifying yet delicate picture.
The monk's body collapsed and blood splattered all over the ground. The scene was shocking.
The rest of the monks were frightened. Their faces were pale, their eyes were wide open, and they moved back in unison as if they had seen a ghost.
Rivers of blood flowed and corpses flew everywhere. This scene was cruel and strange.
Faced with such a scene, even Qian Tu, who had long been numb to life and death, could not help but tremble all over.
He originally thought that Chun Shisanniang was just good at confusing people, but he didn't expect her to be so cruel. This made him understand one thing more clearly. Kotokuji and Xueyi Pavilion were not colluded, otherwise this witch would not be so ruthless.
"Witch! Go to hell!"
The burly monk who had fought with Qian Tu was instantly furious, and he struck Chun Shisanniang with a fierce palm. His movements were extremely fast, and he was in front of Chun Shisanniang in a blink of an eye, with a cold light flashing in his eyes and filled with murderous intent.
However, the next moment, his pupils shrank slightly and there was a look of disbelief on his face, because Chun Shisanniang disappeared and turned into a petal falling from the air.
The petals were as beautiful as a dream, but at the moment they looked like a fatal curse, which made people frightened, creepy, and even suffocating.
The burly man's body suddenly stiffened, and his muscles were so tense that they almost burst.
Suddenly, the sound of laughter sounded in his ears, and under the fluttering petals in front of him, five spring thirteen ladies appeared. They were all charming, scantily clad, and lingering around him.
The burly monk's face instantly turned red, he quickly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and recited a meditation sutra. However, no matter how he chanted the sutras, those Spring Thirteen Niangs did not disappear at all, but became more and more wanton.
They danced around him, some were shy, some were charming, some were coquettish... all kinds of seductive postures emerged one after another.
"Haha..." The charming laughter echoed through the sky.
"Great monk, what's the use of practicing Buddhism? It's better to enjoy the happiness of the colorful world."
"Kekeke, what's the use of practicing boy's skills? If you don't experience the joy of men and women, and don't experience the fireworks of the world, isn't your practice in vain in the end?"
"Master monk, you are really good at pretending to be serious. Tsk tsk. You obviously want it in your heart, but you still have to pretend to be aloof."
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However, in the eyes of everyone, the burly monk was immersed in a Buddhist sutra in the distance at this moment. The sweat on his forehead had soaked his cassock, but there was no trace of Chun Shisanniang at all. .
"ah......"
Suddenly, unable to control himself any longer, he let out a low roar. He opened his eyes suddenly, which were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he let out a dull and suppressed breathing in his throat.
"Witch! Shut up!"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he instantly became crazy. The monks next to him all showed puzzled expressions. Only the old abbot frowned, as if he understood something.
"Master, what's wrong with Senior Brother Huixin?"
"He's upset!"
The old monk said coldly, "Disciples form an array to help Brother Huixin exorcise the inner demons!"
However, the next moment, in the eyes of Monk Huixin, all the monks turned into the appearance of Chun Shisanniang and rushed towards him.
"Kill..." The burly Huixin monk let out a stern cry. His figure swelled rapidly, and dense veins appeared on his skin. He actually started to kill the junior brothers who were coming towards him!
Soon, he was covered in blood. Dozens of monk corpses were piled up at his feet. The blood stained the floor tiles. He was covered in scars, panting, and obviously exhausted.
For Qian Tu, this scene seemed to be a familiar scene, just like the reappearance of the Baihua Pavilion in the past. However, at this moment, he felt more deeply the horror and cruelty of Chun Shisanniang's methods, which made him feel a chill in his heart.
Not long after, Huixin was awakened by a slap from the old abbot, but the sight in front of her made the burly monk completely collapse. He burst into tears and looked at his hands stained with the blood of his brothers in disbelief. Finally, he slapped his heavenly spirit with a palm and slowly fell down...
He died of guilt.
"Amitabha!" The old abbot shook his head, his face instantly gloomy. A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his words revealed determination, "Donor Qian, you and I are both practitioners. Now that the demon girl has appeared, I hope you can put aside your grudges and join forces with me to deal with her. How about that?"
Hearing this, Qian Tu sneered, "What a righteous Ling Ran. Haha, speaking of this witch, I hate her with all my heart. But now that she can eradicate you cultivating scum for me, she has done me a big favor. .To deal with her with you? I am very grateful."
"You!" The old abbot's face was livid, "Donor, you actually want to associate with the demon? Do you want to give up the justice in your heart?"
"Well said, what a justice!"
Qian Tu sneered, "It's just that I'm worried that the one who associates with monsters is your monk from Gaode Temple. Where is the one-eyed monster monk?"
Hearing this, the old abbot's expression showed a slight hint of panic, but he soon returned to his calm and composed appearance. "Amitabha, I don't understand what the donor means. Our Kotoku Temple is known as a place of pure cultivation. How can we accommodate evildoers if the light of Buddha shines in it?"
"Hahaha, old monk, your disguise is so perfect."
Before she finished speaking, the figure of Chun Shisanniang appeared again. With a smile on her face, she said easily: "Master Qian's eyes may not be able to detect the existence of evil spirit in your Gaode Temple. However, as a fairy, I am very aware of the evil spirit." Qi is very sensitive. And I have discovered that there are many monsters hidden in your temple."
"That's nonsense!"
"Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll know if you can't find it!"
"My lies are deceiving the public!"
The old abbot's face was full of anger, and he suddenly became violent. His right fist was like a tiger coming out of the cage, roaring with strong wind, and hit Chun Shisanniang fiercely. His movements were extremely fast and powerful, as if he was going to smash Chun Shisanniang into pieces.
The old abbot's cultivation was many times better than that of the burly monk, but Chun Shisanniang was not afraid. She waved her slender jade arm and accurately grabbed the old abbot's wrist, and then the other slender His jade finger accurately placed on the old abbot's chest.
However, the next moment, Chun Shisanniang's face suddenly changed, and a golden light struck her instantly. She quickly dodged it, but the golden light pursued her closely, attacking her like a maggot attached to her bones, causing her to flee in embarrassment.
The old abbot took advantage of Chun Shisanniang's opportunity to dodge, quickly withdrew his hand and snorted: "I have been practicing hard for more than ten years and finally made the 'Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle'. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous!"
"Master Qian, save me!" Chun Shisanniang suddenly fell behind Qian Tu, and the golden light rushed directly towards the young man!
Qian Tu frowned and cursed in his mind, 'Damn it, you're using yourself as a shield.' But at this critical moment, if he was hit, he would definitely be injured. He instantly raised his finger, and sword energy burst out from his fingertips, colliding with the golden light, and there was a loud bang!
With Qian Tu as the center, a powerful shock wave spread quickly.
Qian Tu suddenly couldn't hold on anymore and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Mr. Qian, I will help you!" Chun Shisanniang stretched out her palms, the former pressed against the latter's vest, and a powerful force emerged and began to merge.
Qian Tu's whole body trembled, and he felt an even greater amount of energy coming from behind him. His spirit instantly cheered up, and he couldn't help roaring, and the sword energy at his fingertips became even sharper.
In an instant, a circle of strange purple light bloomed in his eyes, and the energy in his body seemed to have no limit, rising violently again.
A more powerful shock wave burst out with Qian Tu as the center.
This time, the old abbot's cultivation was finally exposed. The golden light dissipated, and his aura that was originally burning like the sun suddenly dimmed and almost disappeared.
His old body happened to fall not far from the corpses of the disciples. As if by fate, he fell to the ground on his back. Chun Shisanniang walked towards him with light steps and a smile on her face, but there was a trace of hatred that could not be ignored in her eyes.
The old monk looked at Chun Shisanniang, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had had a special connection with her, but he could not recall it exactly.
"Old monk, you haven't remembered who I am yet?" Chun Shisanniang said sharply, with a trace of unconcealable coldness flashing across her face. "Then let me remind you that twenty-five years ago, in Lotus Mountain, the Emei Sect!"
These words were like a stone thrown into the lake, causing ripples deep in the old monk's heart. His expression darkened, surprise and panic flashed in his eyes. Because in his long-lost memory, a cruel past event emerged.
It was a blazing night, and a woman was dragged into the sea of fire. Her wails echoed in the night air, chilling people's hearts.
A man was forced to jump off a steep cliff with his child in his arms. He would rather choose death.
"Is it you? You're not dead?"
The old monk's voice trembled, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
