"Hmph, you are sincere!"
When Qi Jingzhi saw that this man's life was only for a moment, but he had no intention of repenting, he also extinguished the trace of pity that had just risen in his heart, and asked a second question: "What happened to the statue in the temple?" thing?"
Perhaps it was because he was about to die and he no longer had any scruples. The young monk opened his eyes again and knew everything.
"That Taoist priest is not all a liar. After the young monk turned into a tiger, his five senses and mood changed greatly. He did have some extraordinary methods. He could see many things that were invisible before, and he could even turn the dead into ghosts. Come and drive at will. A few days ago, the young monk encountered a strong enemy and escaped with his life. Because the tiger's skin was somewhat damaged, he finally regained some sanity."
"With this shred of sanity, the young monk escaped from Nangang and entered this temple by mistake. At that time, the closer I got to the main hall, the more disgust and fear I felt, as if there was my natural enemy inside. My It had been several days since Shi had eaten a human being, and his human nature took over, so he had the idea of getting rid of the tiger skin."
The young monk lying in a pool of blood spoke softly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "So, the young monk walked into this hall without hesitation. As expected, the remaining divine power in the statue in this hall can indeed suppress the tiger skin! "
"After that, I suffered in this temple for several days, and the skin finally began to fade away. But at this critical moment, the donor was attracted to this place by the old fox. Alas, after all, it was the young monk who had committed too many sins. If you are riddled with bad karma, once the calamity comes, there will be no escape!"
Qi Jingzhi nodded and was about to speak when a crisp "click" sound suddenly came from behind him.
Immediately afterwards, one after another, countless "clicks" sounded in succession, converging into a deafening roar.
Qi Jingzhi jumped off the altar without hesitation, and then turned around to look.
I saw countless shocking cracks appearing on the headless statue!
These were densely packed like spider webs, and the silver light that originally covered the statue flickered like a candle in the wind.
The young monk also noticed the changes in the statue, and his expression changed several times, appearing quite complicated, with a mixture of regret, guilt, fear, and a trace of resentment that he tried his best to conceal.
"When the young monk found this main hall, the two doors were as clean as new, but after just a few days they became tattered. Now even the statue of the god can't be saved! Alas, after today, this magnificent temple will be completely destroyed. Deep in the mountains. The sins committed by this young monk are truly irreparable even by death!"
"Do you know which deity is enshrined in this temple?" Qi Jingzhi asked immediately.
Hearing this, the young monk slowly shook his head: "I don't know, little monk."
"Hey! This person on the altar is obviously not a Buddha or a Bodhisattva. He may be an evil god. If he is destroyed, he will be destroyed. What kind of idle mind do you, a monk, have?"
Qi Jingzhi was too lazy to talk to this guy anymore and raised his head to watch what happened.
In just a moment, the headless statue quickly lost its original bright color and sprouted dense ugly mold spots. Then it fell apart in an instant, scattering into countless pieces of rotten wood and laying a thick layer on the altar. A thick layer.
"Huh? What is that?"
In the sky full of smoke and dust, Qi Jingzhi suddenly caught a long black object.
He put the sharp knife back into its scabbard, jumped up to the altar again, rummaged through the pile of rotten wood with his hands, and after a while he found a long knife with a black sheath and a black handle.
Qi Jingzhi's eyes lit up, he held the handle of the knife with his right hand and pulled it out slowly.
"Zheng..."
The knife and the scabbard separated inch by inch, making a long and sweet trembling sound.
The knife is more than three feet long. It is dark green all over and shaped like a wild goose feather. The spine of the knife is covered with scaly dark golden textures. The blade is cold and snowy, and the light is discernible.
The young man raised the knife in front of his eyes, took a closer look, and saw a six-character inscription on the blade near the handle.
"The blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick..."
He read aloud, then turned the blade over, and saw that there was indeed an inscription on the other side, but it was eight words: "The moon is cold and the sun is warm, let's fry the life..."
"The blue sky is high, the yellow earth is thick, the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come and fry the life!"
Qi Jingzhi savored these fourteen words carefully and understood that they were lamenting the passage of time and the shortness of life. It's just that he was still young and didn't really understand it deeply. He just read it once and didn't take it to heart.
He held the knife in his hand and waved it twice casually, but when he saw the golden scales flying into the air and the cold light dazzling, it turned out to be extremely smooth.
Qi Jingzhi was a little happy to get this sharp weapon unexpectedly. When he was so excited, he casually slashed at the pile of wood in front of him with his knife.
I don't know whether it was because the blade was too sharp or the wood was really rotten, but the long knife swung down with no hesitation, almost knocking the unprepared young man down.
"Sure enough, the sword is really good! You have been hidden in the statue for I don't know how many years, but I couldn't wait to be born as soon as I came. It shows that our fate is really not shallow!"
Qi Jingzhi read the inscription on the sword again, thought about it carefully, and said with a smile: "From today on, your name will be... Jian Ren Shou!"
After saying that, the young man jumped off the altar with satisfaction, and saw that the young monk had struggled to hold up half of his body and was turning his head to look in the direction of the palace door.
The expression on his face was ferocious, and in addition to fear, there was also gnashing hatred. He murmured: "They are coming... They are coming..."
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi frowned and asked aloud: "Who is coming?"
The young monk still stared in the direction of the palace door, and uttered two words with a sad smile: "Ghost!"
"Huh? Didn't you say they were all burned to death?"
"It's not the ordinary undead spirits driven by the transformation of the little monk, but... the real ghosts! They discovered me as soon as the divine power in this hall dissipated!"
"I just praised you for your honesty, but I didn't expect you to hide a lot of details. You really deserve to die!"
Qi Jingzhi cursed, placed the scabbard against the altar, held Jian Renshou in his right hand, and walked to the entrance of the hall in a few steps.
Under the stone steps in front of the temple, I don’t know when there were people standing silently.
Among them, there are those wearing official uniforms and holding official seals, those wearing Taoist robes and holding whisks, some wearing iron armor and holding steel swords, and some wearing costumes and holding pipa...
There are more than a dozen figures, old and young, male and female, all different in height, short, fat and thin, but they all have black faces and cold expressions, and they look like strangers.
What is particularly horrifying is that the evil spirit mentioned by these young monks is actually standing in broad daylight, and does not shy away from Qi Jingzhi, a living person.
As soon as the young man with the knife appeared at the entrance of the palace, they suddenly raised their heads and looked over.
Being stabbed by these dozens of cold gazes, Qi Jingzhi's scalp tightened and goosebumps appeared on his back.
However, he quickly realized that these ghosts were not looking at him, but at the Jian Ren Shou in his hand.
"The enemy is outnumbered and we must not be blocked in the hall by these ghosts!"
Qi Jingzhi composed himself, crossed the threshold without hesitation, and walked to the platform in front of the hall.
As soon as he moved, a dozen ghosts outside the hall also started to move.
I saw them ducking to both sides, revealing the two short figures standing at the end.
They were two boys in green clothes, less than three feet in length. Although their facial features and body shape were human-like, their bodies were all green and full of evil energy.
The two boys worked together to hold a ferocious tiger skin. The large charred black area on the back of the tiger skin was very eye-catching.
The boy holding the tiger's head among them said sharply: "Zen Master made it so hard for us to find him!"
Another boy said: "Master, come and get dressed. With this floral dress on your body, you don't have to die. You can make up for the loss by eating a few people."
The boy holding the tiger's head shook his head quickly and said seriously: "You still have to die. If you die, you can be ranked with us. Wouldn't it be nice?"
Another one immediately agreed: "That's right, we happen to be missing a monk among us!"
"But he can't eat enough people. If he dies early, we will all be punished!" The boy holding the tiger's head suddenly looked worried.
As soon as these words came out, all the scoundrels trembled, obviously they were afraid of the so-called punishment to their bones.
Another boy was a little worried: "What should we do? The Zen master has not eaten anyone for so many days. He is afraid that he is about to starve to death. Where can he find a living person to satisfy his hunger?"
As soon as it said this, the place suddenly became quiet.
The next moment, all the ghosts turned their heads and stared directly at Qi Jingzhi. They invariably pulled up the corners of their mouths, revealing a stiff and weird smile.
