Li Yanchu's eyes fell on the big dog.
This big dog raised by Zhang Ping, a monk from the southwest, has a ferocious temperament, a huge body, and extremely soft fur.
From time to time, there will be a human expression in his eyes, which makes him appear very intelligent.
This not only reminded Li Yanchu of Dahei in the Taoist temple, but Dahei often had that evil and arrogant smile on his face.
It seems a little more humane than this big black dog.
The big dog was very fast and quickly disappeared into the dark passage. It made almost no sound when it landed and ran.
Zen Master Shenshan and Taoist Yuan Yi also stopped, seeming to trust this ordinary middle-aged man Zhang Ping.
The effeminate scholar Wang Yunting crossed his arms with his eyes slightly disdainful.
It is said that he is a gold-plated captain with an upright background. Zhang Ping's behavior of using a big dog to explore the road can be regarded as questioning his professionalism.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Li Yanchu began to look at the people who went to the tomb this time. The torch shone on everyone's face, and they all looked a little uncertain.
At this time, a total of three Taoist temples and five temples came, each sending two people and some disciples to support them.
Then there are Mr. Yin and Yang, Granny Chang, Old Ghost Wu, Yan Chixiao, the effeminate scholar Wang Yunting, the ferryman Hu Li, the southwest beast master Zhang Ping, and the immortal Mr. Ma.
Plus myself and Bai Hongtu.
There were twenty-six people in total.
About half the time it took to burn the incense, the ferocious big dog ran back.
He barked a few times in a low voice at Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping had a solemn look in his eyes.
Suddenly, the torches in everyone's hands were extinguished!
The entire tomb passage fell into darkness.
call!
Suddenly, there was a strong sound of wind in my ears, with a strong fishy smell!
Something got out!
The change happened too suddenly.
All the torches were mysteriously extinguished at once, and the person's field of vision suddenly became dark. It was only a moment before the sound of wind appeared!
Li Yanchu struck out with his Tiangang hand in the direction of the wind.
A stream of energy suddenly exploded in the air!
boom!
There was a dull sound.
Several Buddhist monks suddenly chanted the Buddha's name, and their whole bodies glowed with golden light!
Suddenly the surrounding dark corridor was illuminated.
Master Huizhen moved and swept out, rushing towards the depths of the dark corridor.
Buddhist practices played an extremely crucial role at this time.
Very practical!
When everyone regained their sight, a middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly pointed forward, with a look of surprise on his face.
Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, only to find that Zhang Ping's ferocious big dog was missing.
Zhang Ping himself was cut off at the waist, his intestines flowed all over the floor, and he had a look of extreme horror on his face.
A chill arose in everyone's hearts.
Zhang Ping was actually killed!
call out!
A black shadow struck, directly wrapping up a monk and dragging him backwards!
boom!
Zen Master Shenshan suddenly slapped a palm, and a golden flame appeared out of thin air and hit the black shadow directly.
There was a hissing sound and white smoke came out!
The strange sound suddenly disappeared and became quiet.
As if everything was just an illusion.
Everyone lit the torches again. This time, whether it was an illusion or not, the area illuminated by the flames seemed to be smaller.
Zhang Ping's body was torn into pieces and became extremely mutilated.
Even if the beast-controlling lineage is not good at fighting, killing people silently in front of a group of practitioners still makes people feel chilling.
This means that the things in the dark are enough to threaten everyone's life!
Li Yanchu's eyes were as sharp as a knife. There might be more than one evil thing staring at them at this time.
Zhang Ping's body was torn to pieces, but the monk just now was swept away by the black shadow. It was obviously two different attack methods.
Master Huizhen chased him out, probably after the evil thing that killed Zhang Ping in the first place.
At the same time, Li Yanchu glanced at the practitioners present and used the technique of looking at Qi.
There is another possibility.
Zhang Ping was killed in an instant, not by an external evil object, but by the hands of the practitioners in the team.
Li Yanchu's eyes stung when he saw the Qi-Wang technique on these practitioners with their unique skills.
Everyone's Qi is strong and different.
At least seven or eight people present set their eyes on Li Yanchu, and they all obviously felt something.
"Qi-gazing technique."
The Taoist who used the copper coin sword suddenly spoke with some surprise in his words.
"I didn't expect that there are still people who know this magic."
Li Yan was startled when he heard this. He was not very familiar with these fellow Taoists.
"Are the spells recorded in the Huangting Taoist Scripture too mysterious?"
A thought flashed through his mind. He originally thought that Qi-watching was a common spell among Taoist practitioners.
Sure enough, the Taoist priests from these Taoist temples looked at Li Yanchu somewhat differently.
I thought he was a little-known Taoist disciple, but I didn't expect to know this long-lost method of looking at energy.
Li Yanchu's eyes fell on an ordinary monk, and he suddenly frowned.
There is nothing outstanding about this monk that can easily be ignored.
It's the most common monk dress.
He is not too old, about forty years old, and has a relatively upright and steady appearance.
But this person was surrounded by a blood evil spirit.
According to the records of Qi-Wang Technique, the Qi of blood evil is different from the blood light. The latter represents one's bad luck and the disaster of blood light.
The blood evil spirit means that this person has just been stained with blood, that is, he has killed someone.
Earlier, when Li Yanchu caught the servant Song Yi at Wuling Sanren's house, he used the technique of looking at the qi to see the blood evil aura on Song Yi's body.
Li Yanchu walked over and said to the monk, "What is the name of this master?"
This demon-killing conference had the most Buddhist and Taoist monks, and Li Yanchu couldn't remember the monk's name.
This person is too ordinary, without any special features.
The middle-aged monk bowed slightly and said, "I'm a poor monk, I wonder what the Taoist priest has to say?"
"Master Wu Xing, I wonder why you want to kill Zhang Ping?" Li Yanchu said straight to the point.
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
"What nonsense are you talking about! How could my junior brother kill Zhang Ping?" a slightly fat middle-aged monk yelled angrily.
There are two people from each temple, and these two people are obviously from the same temple.
Li Yanchu's gaze was like a knife, pierced into the middle-aged monk's enlightened face, and he said solemnly: "Tearing a living person into pieces in an instant is probably not a Buddhist method. Who are you?"
Monk Wu Xing was stunned, shook his head and said, "I don't know what the Taoist Master is talking about."
At this time, Zen Master Shenshan came over. This respected Buddhist monk cast his eyes on Li Yanchu and Monk Wuxing.
His expression was solemn.
(End of chapter)
