"Brother presiding officer, that, that is the army of Qi Kingdom, they are the people of King Qi, what should we do?"
"Yes, yes! What should we do?"
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At the moment when the mighty Qixi team arrived, the monks lined up on both sides of the steps, holding ordination sticks, were all panicked, and the most panicked among them was the head of the Nadamo Temple.
The force he used to smash out the woman just now was quite large. If he caught the girl from the position where she was, even if he released the force, he would probably die or be disabled.
Even if there is really the so-called Longquan treasure or clue in the temple, Gaya Temple may be able to survive if it is handed over, but he will definitely pay the price.
Even if the woman was not dead, he would at least be exempted from the death penalty, but he would not be able to escape from the living crime!
But the biggest problem now is that from the time he came to Gaya Temple until he became the head of Bodhidharma Temple, he had never seen or heard of any Longquan treasures or clues in the temple. If there were none, how could he hand them over?
"No, I have to escape!"
The head of the Bodhidharma Temple of Gaya Temple, Monk Zhiwu, frowned, his expression changed slightly, and he retreated behind the abbot, the old monk.
Not daring to stay for long, before the old abbot could react, Monk Zhiwu turned around and fled into Gaya Temple.
Although he has attained the rank of heaven by practicing Kung Fu from a foreign family, he, who practices Kung Fu from a foreign family, is far more aware of the destructiveness of the army than those who practice in seclusion. It is not difficult to fight ten enemies, but if you fight hundreds of people, you will have no choice but to flee, and the number of troops outside the temple must be at least a thousand.
At this scale, if the people from Huanyinfang cooperated, Gaya Temple could be demolished easily.
There is no way to stay here. Now, before the Qi army takes action, there is still a glimmer of hope by leaving the back mountain.
However, before he could open the temple door, he saw a cold light passing by.
Zhiwu felt his heart tighten, and a sense of danger came over him. He immediately turned around, only to have time to protect his chest with his hands, and his skin turned red gold.
However, the cold light disappeared in a flash and was nailed on the red painted door of Gaya Temple.
The monks in front of the temple all felt a cold wind blowing past them, and they all looked back.
I saw a large blood hole dripping with blood on Monk Zhiwu's left chest. His heart was instantly shattered, and the blood that gathered toward the heart spurted out instantly.
The old abbot monk was spattered with blood, his snow-white beard was dyed red, and even his bare head with only the ring scars was covered in blood.
"this……"
The old abbot monk looked at Zhiwu who fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and was too frightened to speak.
As Zhiwu fell to the ground, a group of monks and the abbot old monk also saw the murder weapon that killed Zhiwu.
It was an eight-sided Han sword with a simple style. The most surprising thing was that after killing Zhiwu, it entered the temple gate without a drop of blood or trembling at all.
And Jiang Yunqing's voice also sounded at this moment: "This is the end, you should think about it!"
"Should I hand over the clues to the Longquan treasure, or wait for death?"
While speaking, Jiang Yunqing raised his right hand.
And the moment he raised his hand, the drums of the archers in the Qi army behind him suddenly sounded.
After receiving the order, the archers in the Qi Army bent their bows and arrows, aiming at the group of monks who were almost stunned in front of the Gaya Temple.
As long as Jiang Yunqing's right hand falls and a shooting drum sounds, the archers of the Qi Army will shoot every bald man in front of the Gaya Temple into a hedgehog.
"Abbott, what should we do?"
A group of monks holding precept sticks, originally used as a deterrent, all looked at the old abbot who could serve as the backbone.
After all, they, like Monk Zhiwu, have never heard of or seen the Longquan treasure and the clues there.
It was at the panicked shouts of the monks that the old monk in charge came to his senses, hurriedly came to the steps, and bowed to the bottom: "This benefactor, there really is no clue to the Longquan treasure in Gaya Temple. !”
The old monk had a trembling accent and had to twist his words before they came out.
There is no way, in the terrible troubled times of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, even the super aristocratic families of the Five Surnames and Seven Hopes have lost their heads. This army is basically a reminder of life. How can we not be afraid!
But Jiang Yunqing shook his head and said slowly and unconcernedly: "I don't mean to tell you what I said. There are people in Gaya Temple who know it!"
"But this..."
The old monk's whole old face was wrinkled and tangled together, as if he was constipated: "I hope the benefactor will tell the poor monk who he is looking for. The poor monk can help the benefactor find him. Don't use weapons in front of the Buddha!"
Boss, you are looking for someone. I am the abbot. I will help you. Don’t make fun of me with my life!
"Oh? Really? It's a pity that I don't know who I'm looking for either!"
After saying that, Jiang Yunqing's right hand fell.
At the same time, the shooting drums among the Qi army sounded!
"Bang~"
Hundreds of arrows had already climbed into the sky, and then fell towards the monks in front of Gaya Temple.
"Quick, run!"
Seeing the dense arrows flying towards them, I didn't know who shouted, and then the monks fled in panic. Not very clever, they rushed to the temple, but the speed of the arrows was much faster than their escape. At such speed, even before the temple door was opened, almost every person was hit by several arrows.
Of course, there were also those who were lucky enough to miss the arrow. When they worked together to push open the temple door slightly, with a look of hope in their eyes, the second and third waves of arrows came one after another, nailing it to the ground. The temple door was painted red, and the bright red temple door was once again dyed with a touch of deep red.
Some clever monks who fled directly to both sides of the steps actually ended up not much better. They were killed one by one by the disciples of Huanyinfang who were ambushed on both sides.
"Since Gaya Temple is so stubborn, there is no need for Gaya Temple to exist!"
Jiang Yunqing's voice was not that loud, but it was caught in the wind and spread throughout the Gaya Temple.
Perhaps Jiang Yunqing's killing in front of Gaya Temple made people understand that what Jiang Yunqing said was not just a threat, he was really capable of killing.
After a while, a deep voice came from the Gaya Temple: "Please wait a moment, the poor monk, I will give you what you are looking for!"
After a while, a burly monk walked out of Gaya Temple holding a wooden box.
After getting up and walking, he flashed several times, and in just a few breaths, he crossed hundreds of steps and arrived not far away from Jiang Yunqing and the others.
"The evil man Tiangang Thirty-Six, the poor monk Tian Gang - Huiming!"
After Monk Huiming introduced himself, he began to look at Li Xingyun, saw the Longquan Sword behind him, and then handed the wooden box in his hand to Li Xingyun.
"Since the royal family of Li Tang is looking for it, the poor monk should offer it to him!"
Li Xingyun didn't speak, just took the wooden box.
Freed up, Monk Huiming clasped his hands in front of his chest and bowed slightly towards Jiang Yunqing: "I hope the benefactor will be more open. There are also bad people in Gaya Temple!"
Monk Huiming was very sincere, but Jiang Yunqing ignored him and just said to Li Xingyun: "Open it and take a look!"
"Um!"
Li Xingyun responded and opened the wooden box. Inside was a white cassock that shimmered slightly!
Wen Tao on the side said in surprise: "This is the Buddha's Cloth Baina!"
