Gong Hao's back was completely soaked with sweat.
He didn't know if it was his imagination, but after the old monk said those words, everyone in the entire hall, including the clay sculptures and bronze statues, all turned to look at him.
The temple that was once illuminated by the Buddha's light suddenly became gloomy.
Gong Hao knew that he was already standing on the edge of the cliff, but he still hadn't found the seventh fragment.
But now, he could only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor. He raised the six pieces that had been put together in his hand and covered the missing part with his sleeves.
Then he shouted, "Look, what is this?"
The old monk's eyes fell on the ring-shou knife. He was startled at first, and then showed a bit of guilt.
Seeing his expression, Gong Hao felt happy. It seemed that what happened in the sixth year of Jiaping was indeed true. His hope of getting out of trouble today rested on this knife.
However, Gong Hao's happiness did not last long, when the old monk suddenly raised his eyebrows and said righteously, "What do you want from this donor, bringing a sharp blade into the temple?"
As his words fell, the bronze statues of Arhats around Gong Hao also came to life, grabbing their own weapons and surrounding Gong Hao.
Gong Hao couldn't help but became anxious when he saw this, and shouted, "Don't you recognize this knife? This is the knife you used when you were an executioner!"
"That's nonsense. The old monk is an eminent monk, so how can he do such cruel and bloody things? Where is the Arhat who subdued the dragon and subdued the tiger? Why didn't he take action to hold down this madman!"
After the old monk finished speaking, he saw two bronze Arhats jumping out from the crowd.
However, before they could take action, Gong Hao's body had already flown out.
But it was Lu Jing who was standing beside him and kicked him in the butt, knocking Gong Hao directly into the pile of arhats.
Gong Hao watched as a golden palm grabbed his head, and all the hair on his body stood up.
He knew very well that once he was caught by that palm, he would never be able to escape. At this critical moment, Gong Hao stood up from the ground, waved his remaining hand, and slapped the Arhat.
The next moment, a miracle happened. Gong Hao on the ground was safe and sound, but the bronze man, who seemed to weigh three to four hundred kilograms, was sent flying by Gong Hao's light palm, knocking over his companions. .
Gong Hao gasped and glanced at the talisman in his hand that had burned to ashes. Before he could think about it, he lay on the ground and began to draw the formation.
The talisman just now was what he had hidden on his body to save his life, but unfortunately there were only three of them, which meant that Gong Hao had to draw the formation on the ground before these three talismans were used up.
Although he was not sure whether the formation could withstand the attacks of those Arhats, and he also didn't know if the old monk on the side had other methods, but now, Gong Hao was unwilling to just wait for the killing. We can only take one step at a time.
While Gong Hao was lying on the ground setting up the formation, he also had to be wary of the sneak attacks of those Arhats. As a result, by focusing on two things, not only did the formation speed not slow down, but it actually improved.
No wonder everyone says that only death can unleash a person's full potential.
Gong Hao hurriedly drew a formation that usually took twice as long to draw before the three pieces of talisman paper were used up - confusingly.
In the last stroke of his painting, the Arhat with a cloth bag on his back had already rushed in front of him. However, when he took the next step, the Arhat with a cloth bag appeared two feet behind Gong Hao.
Later, the long-browed Arhat who did not believe in evil also disappeared as soon as he ran in front of Gong Hao. When he reappeared, he was to the east of Gong Hao.
It turned around and tried to approach Gong Hao again, but this time it collided with the Crouching Tiger Arhat coming from the west.
Gong Hao, who was already semi-exhausted, slumped on the ground, watching a group of arhats moving west and east. Knowing that he was safe for the time being, he was breathing heavily while thinking about his next escape strategy.
But before he could come up with any clues, he heard the old monk not far away speak again and angrily said, "How dare you let the evil spirits run wild here!"
Gong Hao didn't react at all when he heard this. He was now in a state where he had too many lice and no longer itched.
As long as the old monk doesn't take action, he won't take it to heart at all.
But what Gong Hao didn't expect was that after the old monk finished these words, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled, and then the green bricks broke into pieces with him as the center.
Even the formation that he had drawn with great difficulty fell apart in an instant.
Before Gong Hao had time to curse, the Arhats who were playing hide and seek with him before rushed towards him.
Gong Hao put his remaining hand into his arms, but suddenly remembered that he had used up all the life-saving talismans, and it was too late for him to draw any more formations.
In the end, he was pinned down by the arhats like stacks of arhats, and he almost died on the spot.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the old monk spoke again and asked the other arhats to stand up, leaving only the janitor arhat to tie Gong Hao's hands.
He was tied up in front of him.
Gong Hao looked miserable. He glanced at Lu Jing, who was still clueless, and sighed, "I didn't expect that I would die with you. Anyway, I have fulfilled Mr. Ji's instructions."
He didn't expect that Lu Jing, who had been fascinated by his mind, would answer him. He said this more like he wanted to hear it for himself.
But unexpectedly, Lu Jing actually spoke up and said leisurely, "Who died with you?"
Gong Hao was stunned when he heard this.
Then he saw Lu Jing standing his Zen staff aside and taking off a ring-headed knife from behind.
The ring-headed sword was the one he had made before, but at that time he searched the entire temple but could not find the last fragment.
This is also the reason why he ended up where he is now.
But the knife Lu Jing took out again was clearly intact, especially the handle.
"You, were you pretending to be stupid before!" Gong Hao's expression suddenly changed, "Were you not controlled by this weird thing at all?"
In fact, when he asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart. He had entered this hall for a while. Although he was in a desperate situation at the moment, at least before the old monk finished speaking, he did not What kind of mental attack did you encounter?
It's just that at that time, he was focused on finding the knife and had no time to think about other things.
It wasn't until Lu Jing picked up the ring-headed knife that he dropped and put the handle on it that Gong Hao understood a lot of things and his eyes widened.
"How is this possible? You...you are actually a sword cultivator?!"
Lu Ding nodded, "I have a sword."
"Do you have a companion nearby?"
"No, I just made two flying swords."
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