There was a gentle breeze, and the moonlight fell on the pair of figures.
Chun Shisanniang smiled prettyly, with a hint of coldness in her smile, as if she was standing on a high mountain top looking down at all living beings.
The old monk stared at her with wide eyes and disbelief.
"How can you still be alive?"
The old monk screamed, his voice full of disbelief and fear.
"Are you disappointed that I'm alive?"
Chun Shisanniang still spoke softly, but the strong sarcasm in her eyes made the old monk's face paler, "You once teamed up to force my father and mother to death, and the motivation for me to live is to twist off your heads with my own hands. Pay homage to their spirits in heaven!”
The old monk's head was buzzing, and the beating of his heart echoed in his ears, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
"Your father is a monster, and humans and monsters are on a different path! We are just trying to kill monsters, and there is nothing wrong with it. Your mother, as a practitioner of the Emei Sect, fell in love with a monster and committed a taboo, and the descendants like you are even more violated. Heaven’s law!”
The old monk raised his head and stared at Chun Shisanniang with red eyes, his voice full of grief, anger and resentment.
Chun Shisanniang looked at the wrinkled face of the old monk, feeling a burst of disgust in her heart, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "It's ridiculous to slay demons and protect the Tao, haha, my father has never hurt anyone, he is kind-hearted, He is in love with my mother, what’s wrong with him!”
Her voice gradually became louder and she shouted sternly: "You are the ones who deserve to die!"
The old abbot's cheek muscles trembled a few times, he clasped his hands together and slowly said: "A demon is a demon!"
Qian Tu listened to their conversation quietly, understanding in his heart that Chun Shisanniang was the offspring of human and demon, and he almost guessed what happened between them. However, when he thought about what happened to her, he no longer felt that she was hateful, and even felt a little pitiful about her. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the black figure in the distance with deep eyes.
The previous charm and tenderness could no longer be seen on Chun Shisanniang's face. Instead, there was a ferocious face, and her eyes were full of deep resentment.
Without hesitation, she stretched out her right hand, and her fingers seemed to turn into sharp claws, and she quickly grabbed the old monk's neck. However, at this moment of life and death, a black shadow suddenly leaped from the eaves of the roof.
"Amitabha, don't hurt the old abbot!"
This sudden change caught everyone off guard. Qian Tu and Chun Shisanniang were both attracted by the black shadow.
I saw the black figure wearing a bamboo hat, flying down in the air like a huge bird spreading its wings, firing both hands, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of light balls fell down and exploded.
In an instant, the entire temple was filled with thick smoke. No matter how clever the two of them were in the smoke, they could only cover their mouths and noses and keep coughing.
After a while, when the smoke gradually dissipated, they searched again, only to find that the black shadow had taken the opportunity to disappear without a trace with the old monk.
"Damn it! Run away!"
Chun Shisanniang's face darkened and she was very angry.
She originally planned to kill the monk to avenge her parents, but she didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway!
Unexpectedly, it fell short in the end.
"Are you okay..." Qian Tu looked at her and hesitated to speak.
Chun Shisanniang's body turned slightly, and the expression on her face instantly returned to her charm. She came to Qian Tu gracefully, stretched out her slender fingers gently, and caressed the young man's chest, "What's the matter? Mr. Qian, Are you worried about me? However, today I feel uneasy. The slave family has to leave first, and our game is not over yet, hahahaha."
After saying that, she took a step and flew up, and blew a kiss to Qian Tu when she was leaving.
Qian Tu stared expressionlessly in the direction she was leaving. At this moment, except in front of his family, his eyes had a rare softness, especially for the demon. Perhaps he had a curiosity in his heart. He seemed to be starting to He has developed a strong interest in this half-human and half-demon woman, and is eager to know her life experience and her past...
"What's wrong with me? How could I be curious about a monster? A monster is a monster!"
Qian Tu came back to his senses, shook his head violently, and returned to his previous indifference.
He slowly stepped over the corpses of the monks and returned to the room where Guanyin was enshrined. I saw the woman huddled in the corner, looking at Qian Tu who came in with a look of horror. She had witnessed the scene outside just now...
Qian Tu frowned and turned around quickly. Because the woman was wearing a red bellyband, he said in a solemn tone: "Put on some clothes."
Hearing this, the woman tremblingly pulled up her clothes and then sobbed softly.
Qian Tu turned around and said coldly: "Where are those monks?"
"I don't know, they left right after they finished. I originally planned to go back, but I never expected that something like this would happen outside..."
At this point, the woman glanced at the money picture hesitantly and said no more.
"Do you know Gaodesi's method of seeking a child?" Qian Tu said in a serious tone.
"Yes..." The woman nodded slightly, then quickly lowered her head.
"Then why are you still doing this?"
There was a hint of questioning and confusion in Qian Tu's voice.
"If I don't, I won't be able to get pregnant. If I don't get pregnant, my mother-in-law, my family will punish me, and even my husband will leave me."
At this point, she started crying, "Do you think I'm willing to do this?"
Qian Tu was silent, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, he sighed heavily, his voice like the chill of a long night, "It's time for you to go, go home quickly."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
At this moment, he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and a fierce killing intent rushed towards him.
The energy in Qian Tu's body spontaneously turned around. He turned around instinctively and stabbed out the sword in his hand quickly.
There was a muffled sound of "pop", and the next moment made him unbelievable.
I saw a pair of scissors falling to the ground with a click.
Qian Tu was confused. He had already let her leave and had no intention of harming her, so why did this woman want to assassinate her secretly?
The woman was hit by Qian Tu's sword, and blood spurted out from her neck. Her beautiful face suddenly turned pale, as if it had lost all its luster. She swayed twice and fell to the ground.
Qian Tu frowned and leaned down to feel her breath, but she still wasn't breathing.
He stood up straight, a look of confusion on his face.
Finally he shook his head and turned to leave.
Qian Tu did not leave the temple in a hurry. He had a plan in mind and decided to search the temple carefully.
Finally, his eyes locked on a broken wooden box. After opening it, a silver-white metal block came into view.
"Tiangang Stone?"
Qian Tu stared at the blocky objects in front of him in stunned silence. They shone with an alluring silver light, like pieces of gems from the sky.
He seemed to feel the magic of these Tiangang stones, and thought that if he could use them to refine his natal sword, it would definitely make the foundation of the sword deeper and shorten the time required for refining.
Afterwards, he carefully searched the entire hall and inspected the corpses of every monk, hoping to find a treasure like the Tiangang Stone that pleased him again. However, no matter how hard he tried, he found nothing new.
However, he still found some Bodhi glass Buddhist beads. Although this was not practical for him, they could still be used to refine his natal sword. These magical instruments are like rare treasures in the world, and the mysterious atmosphere they exude makes people yearn for them.
Soon, he explored the monks' daily living quarters, searched carefully, and soon found the old abbot's Zen room. Under a bed, there were several treasure boxes hidden, containing gems, pearls and other items as well as a stack of silver notes. .
"Humph, more than sixty thousand taels?"
Qian Tu flipped the banknotes in his hand, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, "Sure enough, the incense money in Gaode Temple is so much. They use the excuse of accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, but they fill their pockets with wealth. Hypocrisy pole!"
Despite this, these properties belong to him after all, and if you don't take them, you won't take them for free.
He took out a magical 'Qiankun Bag' from his waist, mobilized his internal energy, and whispered a mantra in his mouth. The mouth of the bag suddenly opened, and the banknotes were sucked into it.
After sorting it out for a long time, Qian Tu left Gaode Temple. After walking for a while, he stopped and looked back at the ancient temple with deep and gloomy eyes.
Immediately afterwards, his figure disappeared in the night.
In the grass, a grasshopper fell into the spider web and struggled desperately, while the waiting spider quietly climbed into the spider web.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and a figure helped a gray-haired old monk to the foot of a towering tree.
He put down the old monk and said, "Abbott, are you okay?"
"Buddha is merciful. The poor monk is not seriously ill. He only needs to rest for a few days to recover." The old monk put his hands together, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a solemn expression. "Angrily, you saved the poor monk's life tonight. The poor monk would like to bow to you to express his gratitude."
The one-eyed demon monk wearing a bamboo hat quickly stepped aside and said, "Abbott, you don't have to be so polite."
The old monk smiled and shook his head, "How can this be so? If you hadn't helped me, the poor monk would have been buried with the witch."
"Abbott, I didn't do much." The one-eyed demon monk said modestly.
"You have saved the poor monk's life. The poor monk will remember this kindness in his heart. If you encounter difficulties in the future, the poor monk will do his best to help you solve it."
"Haha, in that case, I really need your help with some things."
After hearing this, the old monk was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Oh?"
The one-eyed demon monk said: "Abbott, I have followed you for decades, and I already know that you have become an Arhat. Therefore, I want to borrow some Arhat blood from you, and I hope the abbot can donate generously."
The old abbot frowned slightly. Hearing that he asked for Arhat's blood, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, "Angrily, what are you planning?"
The one-eyed demon monk said nothing, standing aside with cold eyes, like a spider staring at an ant, like a hunter staring at his prey, with chills in his eyes.
