Watch Out! Danger Ahead

The old monk's gaze penetrated the barrier of time and space and met Song Qing's gaze.

He has reached the holy state, and the breath on his body is like the sea, unfathomable.

Song Qing's small lips pressed tightly, her eyes darkened.

The old monk stood there, and his spiritual aura almost merged with the ancient temple, as if his gestures could arouse the resonance of the entire ancient temple that has accumulated for many years.

"If you want to leave the temple, you need to bring some scriptures and ancient books—"

The red-browed monk who had walked several meters did not get a response. He turned his head and found that the old monk was standing in place, as if looking at a place in a trance.

"Brother..."

He called out, somewhat worried:

"Did you find something?"

The old monk turned his head and narrowed his eyes with a smile:

"I found hope."

The persistence of that Demon Tire may have been here, maybe it's just that the time hasn't come, so she hasn't appeared yet.

The young monk bound himself in a cocoon and died of oral trade.

The young boy made his own choice for persistence in his heart.

But I don't know that what he pursued in his heart may have been by his side all the time, seeing what he was doing.

When the time is approaching, what will happen when the "mother and son" meet?

"Buddha--" A light flashed in the old monk's eyes, and finally turned into a long slogan:

"Amitabha."

The red-browed monk couldn't understand the Zen motif in his words, and when he heard him recite the Buddha's name, he couldn't help but clasp his hands together.

It is not a trivial matter that some monks want to withdraw from Tiandao Temple.

In a short period of time, hundreds of people have died in the temple.

The more people who died, the more devilish energy in the temple.

The vertical and horizontal devilish energy has infected more than half of the people in the temple, and hundreds of people have gradually shown a posture of being about to become a devil.

Hearing that the old monk had made the news that the monks in the monastery were to be evacuated, some people panicked and some were delighted.

Tiandao Temple has existed for hundreds of years, and it is almost a ‘sacred place’ in the minds of the people all over the world.

The ‘plague’ incident was so violent that it forced the monks in the temple to make a decision to migrate. One can imagine how severe the situation is.

Many monks who are afraid of haunting can't wait to pack their bags and want to escape from here.

The scriptures, ancient books, and medicines in the temple do not know where they are. These are huge wealth inheritance and need time to be transported away.

Within a few days, dozens of more yellow silks were added to the upper part of the main hall, and a corpse was hung up, the wailing became louder and louder, and the whole temple was ghostly.

There are also more and more sealed Buddhist temple doors, and the former temples have turned into cramped passages, familiar but unfamiliar.

Along with the devilish energy, the strength of the mage was suppressed.

These seals gradually lost their effect, and occasionally a monk passed by and could actually see these doors that had disappeared.

Inside the door, black air lingers, and you can vaguely see the black air crisscrossing like tentacles, as well as the wailing and calling sounds of the former brothers.

As of the first day of May, the temple had been cleaned up.

All the surviving monks gathered in the main hall, and the scriptures and medicinal herbs that were about to be taken away were piled up in the courtyard of the temple.

The gates of the temple that were open in the past are closed tightly, so that these monks can not be disturbed by the outside world and concentrate on saying goodbye to this ancient temple.

In the hall, many people stood at this time.

Even though everyone was fearful, many monks remained silent when they were about to leave.

"Brother, are you really not leaving with us?"

The red eyebrow monk is ready to go, and all the important treasures in the temple have been decorated and put into his universe bag.

He bowed, looked at the old monk sitting in front of the Buddha statue, folded his hands and closed his head, persuading him:

"Let's find a temple to live temporarily. After we settle down, we will choose another address and then build the temple."

Over the years, the wealth accumulated by Tiandao Temple is astronomical enough to make a comeback.

"Up until now, the so-called Tiandao Temple is not this ancient temple, but you, brother, the scriptures, heritage, and these monks in the temple."

As long as the masters are still there, no matter where they go, it will naturally be a new Tiandao Temple.

The mana of the old monk has reached a demigod, just like the soul of Tiandao Temple, with him sitting in the town, within half a year, the red-browed monk is confident to build a larger, more magnificent, and more famous temple than this.

"Let us go."

He persuaded again, but the old monk seemed to have decided this time.

Next to the old monk, there was a child sitting.

That was the child I met in the hall last time. It seemed to say that he was waiting for his mother. He refused to leave because of his obsession. Apart from the old monk, he was the only monk who insisted on staying here.

"No."

The old monk shook his head without opening his eyes:

"You start another temple, you can name it yourself, and you can no longer call it Tiandao Temple."

The calamity of Tiandao Temple has not yet passed, and the misfortune cannot be carried out at this time.

"Soon, Tiandao Temple may be closed. You are not the one who opened the opportunity."

"Brother..."

Hearing this, the red-browed monk was a little anxious, and was about to speak, but saw the old monk slowly open his eyes:

"After another temple is opened, the Dharma can be spread widely and people can be good."

"Among the monks, we must carefully select those who have the predestined relationship with the Buddha, so that we can no longer be mistaken by the three poisons of greed, anger, ignorance..."

In the past, the three-character name ‘Tiandao Temple’ was all over the world, which made the people all over the world to return to their hearts and was enshrined by the royal family.

Since then, in the name of the world's first protector of the country, the temple has recruited monks. The greater the reputation, the higher the status, the heavier the wealth, but the deeper the root of the disaster.

The monk should not be caught in this red dust, but in the end he fell into the world, driven by greed, and finally missed himself.

"If you should go, you should stay." The old monk paused and said:

"I'm all here, go."

When the old monk said this, he slowly closed his eyes.

The red-browed monk didn't know what he said, but he was always in awe of him. Hearing this, he folded his hands together:

"Follow the teachings of brother."

Finally, I asked:

"I just don't know which of these people should leave or stay?"

The temple is haunted, and everyone wants to leave. Listening to the old monk's meaning, it's like calling someone to stay.

When the other monks in the temple heard this, they were as if they had exploded in a pan, terrified.

"I don't want to stay..."

"I want to leave here."

"Worshiping the Buddha and chanting, as long as you are sincere, it is the same everywhere."

"The host didn't mention this beforehand, only said that those who would like to go sign up..."

"I don't want to stay here."

...

Everyone shouted every word, but due to the status of the old monk, he dared not make a loud noise.

But even so, the situation seems to be about to run out of control.

When the red-browed monk wrinkled his brows, he was about to get angry and listened to the old monk:

"If you can't leave, you have to stay."

He stopped talking. Although the red-browed monk had thousands of questions in his heart, he did not continue to ask.

"I kowtow to the Buddha."

The old monk did not stop, just sighed silently.

In front of him, the Buddha statue, which had originally flourished and flourished, had already cracked its golden body, entangled in black vines, and it was a horrible person.

The red-browed monk was confused, not knowing whether he was worshiping a Buddha or a demon.

He knocked his head a few times, then stood up and waved his arms:

"Moving the temple!"

The two words resounded like thunder in everyone's ears, with an incomparable momentum.

'call--'

The strong wind blew in from outside the temple, pushing open the closed temple door with a ‘bang’.

The yellow sails hanging above their heads danced wildly, making a bang when they collided with each other.

"Let's go--"

"Finally leaving this ghost place!"

The surviving monks burst into thunderous cheers when they heard that they were leaving.

The old monk couldn't hear the laughter of the monks who were about to leave. The moment the door opened, he heard the roar and unwilling wailing of the more than one hundred hanging corpses.

"Don't go—"

"Don't leave us—"

"You can't go—"

...

The corpses let out a venomous curse, and their voices were higher or lower, and merged strangely.

The cloudy wind blew up the withered yellow leaves and rolled them into the hall, flying all over the sky, fascinating everyone's eyes.

‘Boom Rumble—’

The door of the atrium was opened, and dozens of monks took the lead, carrying huge bags one after another, and stepped out.

Outside the temple, there were victims who were not willing to leave, staying under the temple, waiting for the Buddha to appear.

On the stairs where the bloodstains have been completely washed away, no refugees dared to take a step forward for fear of tarnishing the holy land-even if there was a major incident in Tiandao Temple recently, the monks were too busy to take care of themselves and no one came out to drive, but everyone had a tacit understanding and did not dare Move forward easily.

The gate of the temple has been closed for a long time. Recently, the trees have died and fallen leaves have fallen all over the ground, showing a bit of desolation.

The victims were lying or sitting leaning against the stairs, their faces looked dull, like walking corpses.

Among the piles of people, there may be corpses that have been dead for a long time, but no one has dealt with them, exuding foul smells.

The yellow corpse water mixed with the black blood water to form a contaminated environment.

‘Buzz—’

Flies fly around and are very disturbing.

But everyone's expressions were numb, as if they had accepted their fate.

At this moment, the gate of Tiandao Temple ‘Quack’ was opened, awakening the numb-looking people.

As soon as they raised their heads, the flies that landed on them flapped their wings.

When everyone turned their heads, they saw monks carrying large bags in the temple.

"hiss……"

The numb crowd gradually showed a look of surprise, looking at the long rows of monks in Tiandao Temple.

They are like a group of migrating birds, carrying large bags and small bags, stepping out of Tiandao Temple one after another.

"What happened?"

The person sitting on the ground struggled to stand up, looked at this scene in astonishment, and turned to interrogate.

This temple is a sacred place in the hearts of the people of the world. Countless people who have suffered a lot are gathered here, and they refuse to leave, just for salvation.

But these monks in front of them seemed to be fleeing, as if they wanted to abandon this ancient temple.

"do not know……"

The person being questioned shook his head in a panic, vaguely aware that something major might have happened.

"Where are they going?"

"Are there disasters going to happen?"

"The mages are gone, where are we?"

Everyone got up anxiously and kept whispering.

The monks looked down and said nothing, clasped their hands together, reciting the scriptures every step of the way.

The old monk headed with red beard and eyebrows led everyone forward.

There were hundreds of steps down the stairs in front, and a steady stream of people came out from the gate behind, looking from a distance, like a giant dragon winding down.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and they subconsciously stepped away from the body.

Everyone cried and asked what happened, and begged the monks for help.

"Grandpa...Grandpa..."

"Save my grandpa..."

"Mage, save my daughter..."

The begging and prayer sounded at the same time, and the red-browed old monk sighed for a long time.

He went down the stairs and was quickly surrounded by the begging people.

There was a monk behind him closely following his footsteps, but at the moment when he was about to step on the filthy ground, it seemed that there was an invisible force, ‘swishing’ tightly to the monk’s body.

In full view, several black tentacles pierced through the chests of several monks, like exploded octopus whiskers, flying into the air with thick and black blood.

The huge flying tentacles scratched around and pierced the bodies of several monks nearby.

The blood was like splashing rain, splashing all around the people who had no time to escape.

In the mind of the red-browed monk, the ‘om’ seems to have a string broken.

"save……"

The monk who was smashed by the devil's energy stretched out his hand to him, with unfailing panic on his face.

On his face, the black stripes reflected, and his body was instantly tightened.

‘Porch—Porch—’

The popping sound is endless, and the monks are demonized and deformed.

The demonization that the monks of Tiandao Temple tried to hide was presented in the most intense and terrifying way in front of the people and in the eyes of the monks.

"what!"

When the initially sluggish crowd saw this scene, they made a scream of hindsight.

Everyone has never seen such a terrible and weird scene. A monk turns into an extremely hideous and terrifying monster in front of everyone, as if it broke the sacred image of the mages in everyone's minds.

"monster!"

"Help--"

The crowd fled in all directions, stamping on each other to avoid.

The red-browed monk was stunned for a moment, and then returned to his senses.

It was not only the people who screamed, but also the monks who originally only suspected that the temple was haunted.

‘Porch—Porch—Porch—’

The demonization continued, and the bodies of the monks burst open, turning into monsters, and blood flying randomly.

"It's over—"

In the heart of the old monk with red eyebrows, something suddenly shattered--that was his faith in rebuilding Tiandao Temple.

After the incident today, the reputation of Tiandao Temple was completely destroyed, and it was obviously impossible to change the inheritance.

The demonized monk, who was not completely exasperated, stretched out his hand to him. This is a disciple that the old red-browed monk is very familiar with.

He subconsciously wanted to stretch out his hand to grab his palm, but the moment he touched him, the monk's body burst with a'boom', turned into black energy, and quickly poured back into the temple.

"Who should go, stay and stay..." The words of the old monk who stayed behind in the temple rang in his mind. He didn't understand at the time, but at this time he finally understood the meaning of the old monk's words.

"Brother-do you mean that there are some disciples who are destined to not leave?"

He muttered to himself, but there was no old monk to tell him.

"Some people can go, some people want to stay!"

The red-browed old monk shouted loudly: "Don't force it!"

The black air is like a tide, pouring out from the gate of the atrium, turning into countless tributaries, rushing to the feet of the monks.

The frightened monk rushed under the stone ladder, as if there were evil spirits behind him.

Some people rushed out smoothly, while others turned into death.

...

The screams were endless, resounding in the sky above Tiandao Temple.

Song Qingxiao stood above the temple, calmly watching this weird and terrifying thing happen.

In the hall, the yellow silks increased, and the painful chattering became louder.

The screams of the people, mixed with the screams of the monks, were introduced into the temple.

The old monk closed his eyes tightly, **** tears oozing from his eyelids.

He read the scriptures of transcendence, trying to appease the souls trapped here after these demonizations.

"No. 207, 208, 209..."

The young Aqi raised his head and looked at the sky above ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like a king patrolling his territory, and among those dark blue eyes, there was a hint of hope that was not completely extinct.

"The sacrifices are getting more and more, when will the mother come back?"

The young man held his chin and pursed his lips, seemingly aggrieved.

...

Under the stairs, only about thirty monks escaped, surrounded by the old monk with red eyebrows, in shock.

They touched their bodies, still a little unbelievable.

Among the people involved were third-rank masters and innocent disciples.

As if in front of a disaster, regardless of identity or rank.

The stairway that was stained again was like a boundary ridge separating the monks.