The four of them were walking and chatting. After a while, they arrived in front of Ciyun Temple and stopped outside the mountain gate to watch.
While he was watching, a young Zhike monk came up to him. He looked fair and elegant, but his expression was full of displeasure, as if he was owed thousands of taels of silver and had not paid back. He looked at Long Er, Huan Huan, and A Zi, and his expression became even more unhappy. He bowed stiffly and said in a cold tone: "Buddhism is a pure place and we do not accept female guests. Dear donors, please go back."
"Eh!" Long Er exclaimed, looked at Qin Ran, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "Husband, didn't you say that there are evil monks in this temple? This monk saw us three beauties, why didn't he You’re so hospitable, but you’re driving us away?”
Qin Ran smiled slightly and sent a message to the three women at the same time: "In the devil's cave, there are occasionally people with pure nature. This monk put on a dead face and drove us out, probably because he was afraid that you would be poisoned. It was really a kind intention. "
Long Er nodded suddenly.
Azi rolled her eyes and said to the guest monk with a smile: "We are demons from a cult. Zen Master Zhitong, the abbot of Jiumu Ciyun Temple, is doing evil and fighting evil. The demonic flames are raging in the sky. He is a fellow of ours, so I came here to visit him today." Discuss a big bad thing.”
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Qin Ran, Long Er and Wan Wan were all speechless. The guest monk was also dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a while.
Ah Zi's eyes widened and she urged fiercely: "Hey, little monk, why don't you go in and report!"
She is petite and has not grown up much in the past two years. She still looks like a fourteen or fifteen year old loli, but her tone is very old-fashioned. She actually calls a young monk in his twenties "little monk".
After hearing her words, Zhi Ke Monk felt suspicious and thought to himself: "Could it be that he is really some kind of evil cult demon who has good looks to make him look young and young?"
While he was hesitating, Qin Ran chuckled and said to Zhike Monk: "Okay, young monk, we are here to find trouble in Ciyun Temple. Now that we are here today, none of the evil monks in He Temple can survive. I think you have a good conscience. If you are still alive, I will let you live, and you can escape for your life."
After that, he put his hands behind his back and strutted towards Ciyun Temple, followed closely by the three girls.
Seeing them rushing straight through the temple gate, Zhike Monk hesitated for a while and said: "My master is a true disciple of Wutai. He has three flying swords and his swordsmanship is very good..."
"Haha, you have good intentions." Qin Ran said with a smile without looking back: "Ciyun Temple has a good environment. I was looking for a place to stay. I killed the demon monk and occupied his temple. After this incident, if you don't If you have somewhere to go, go back to Ciyun Temple and continue to be a knowledgeable guest."
The monk Zhike was speechless and watched the four of them walk into the temple gate. After hesitating for a while, he ran to a hill outside the temple and watched from a distance.
Qin Ran took the three girls into the temple gate and came to a square in front of the temple. Without saying much, he shouted loudly: "Where is Zhitong? Where is the multi-armed Bear Hair Tai? The enemy is here to find a place!"
The shouts were like thunder, rolling in the air, spreading to every corner of the hundreds of acres of Zen forest.
Soon, there was a sound of wind from all sides of the square. Dozens of muscular monks, armed with knives, Zen staffs, and shovels, rushed into the square from all directions and surrounded the four of Qin Ran.
In the main hall across the square, a fat monk walked out, wearing a bright red cassock. Walking beside him was a monk with a face as black as the bottom of a pot. He held a Zen staff in his left hand and only had three fingers left on his right hand. Behind the two monks, there were four vicious monks with evil shapes.
The fat monk in red cassock is Zhitong, the abbot of Ciyun Temple. The eight-fingered monk next to him is the multi-armed Xiong Maotai, who now has a dharma name called Miao Tong.
The four fierce monks behind them are the four great Vajras who refined the flying sword under Zhitong: Hui Neng, Hui Ming, Hui Xing, and Hui Xing.
Zhitong and Mao Tai stood on the stone steps in front of the palace with the four kings, looking down at Qin Ran and the other four who were surrounded by dozens of warrior monks. After seeing the faces and figures of Long'er, Huanwan, and Azi clearly, their eyes lit up and revealed an evil light.
Zhitong chuckled and said, "I thought some serious enemy came to seek revenge. It turned out to be a handsome young man and his three beauties. Are they here to seek revenge, or are they here to deliver goods?" "
The four Vajras and the monks burst into laughter, making random remarks and making fun of each other, and all kinds of gibberish came out one after another.
Except for a few of the monks under Zhitong's sect, almost all of them are evil spirits of lust. How can I hold back after meeting Long'er, Huanwan, and Azi Zise? They all showed their ugly looks.
When Mrs. Mao saw the three Long Er girls, her eyes showed an evil light, but when she saw Qin Ran, her eyes showed undisguised salivation. She chuckled and said, "Senior Brother Zhitong, these three beauties. My mother is yours to use, and that fair-faced young man must be mine."
This man kills both men and women, and he loves both beautiful women and beautiful men. She even loves beautiful men more than beautiful women.
Qin Ran felt inexplicably disgusted when he heard this, and he immediately gave these people a death sentence in his heart!
Listening to the obscene words of the monks in Ciyun Temple, and looking at the evil and obscene looks of the monsters dressed as monks, Long Er couldn't help but sigh and said to Huan Huan: "I suddenly discovered that your demon sect still has great taste. "
Huanwen nodded with deep sympathy: "Yes, I originally thought that our Holy Sect disciples were all witches, demons, scum, and scum. Only after meeting these demonic monks today did I realize that our Holy Sect is actually really very powerful. It’s stylish and very pursuing!”
Azi said angrily: "Have these monsters lost their minds? They are both picking flowers. Look at my brother-in-law. How elegant? How domineering. Look at them again. They are all vulgar and disgusting. The only difference is The word bad guy is engraved on your forehead!"
Qin Ran bent his finger, tapped her forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "You girl, you don't hold back your words. Okay, today is a trial, don't talk nonsense, you can clear out the trash first."
Without saying a word, Azi unsheathed her sword and stepped on the waves. In an instant, dozens of phantoms appeared. Each phantom faced a monk and thrust out the long sword at the same time.
Chi! Dozens of sounds of sharp weapons entering flesh merged into one sharp sound. Dozens of monks, no matter tall or short, fat or thin, were all stabbed in the throat at the same time. From the beginning to the end, no one could make any reaction, and they were completely powerless to fight back!
After stabbing the throats of dozens of warrior monks, the dozens of Ah Zi drew their swords at the same time, bringing out a shower of red blood. Following her body flash, dozens of phantoms merged into one body, sheathed the sword, and stood back beside Qin Ran, looking as if she had not moved at all.
The dozens of warrior monks surrounding Qin Ran and the four of them fell to the ground at the same time, making a dull sound.
She smiled brightly at Qin Ran and said sharply: "Brother-in-law, all the fish are gone."
Qin Ran nodded with satisfaction and praised: "Azi, you combined the Lingbo Weibu and the Phantom Body Technique to develop this Phantom Demon Hundred Kills. It already has practical value. Keep up the hard work and strive to achieve the Phantom Thousand Kills and one person as soon as possible." The realm of formation.”
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