As soon as she got rid of the busy crowd behind her, the girl stopped and stared at Yao Chong's face with sullen eyes.

Yao Chong explained: "Something went wrong when that person was performing. If I didn't help him, not only would something happen to him, but everyone in the audience might also be hurt."

The girl showed an expression of sudden realization, but she still grabbed Yao Chong's hand. Looking at the red stain on the originally perfect hands, her eyes were filled with distress.

After a moment, with tears in her eyes, she smiled brightly at Yao Chong and told him with the most standard mouth shape: "You are a hero."

Yao Chong smiled and shook his head, feeling a little moved in his heart.

He believed that if this girl knew all his identities, she would treat him so kindly and sincerely.

My luck is really good.

Yao Chong took a breath, took the girl's wrist, and asked: "Is there anything else you want to play?"

The girl felt the warmth on her wrist and pointed forward excitedly.

There was an old man there, and on the wooden table in front of him were various lifelike candy figures of various sizes.

…

Chongming Jian silently wandered around the temple fair, frightening the footsteps of many people with ulterior motives.

It wasn't until the sunset gradually thickened that it quietly returned to Yao Chong's scabbard.

Not only was Yao Chong's head aching due to his excessive use of Soul Swordsmanship, but also because their trip to the temple fair had reached the final step.

After a good day of fun, no matter how energetic the girl is, she will inevitably feel tired and start to yawn.

Entering the main hall of Guanyin Temple from the left, the girl cheered up, pulled Yao Chong in with her, and worshiped devoutly in front of the statue of Guanyin.

Yao Chong did not prostrate with her, but just looked at him quietly.

The girl got a stick of incense from a monk, thanked her silently, raised the incense to the level of her eyebrows, slowly stepped forward, raised the incense and bowed down, the expression on her face was full of piety and joy.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yao Chong's mouth.

Fulfilling this wish will make the little girl happy for several days.

But when he looked back and saw the middle-aged monk who ignored the other pilgrims who came to the temple to worship Guanyin and kept looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, his smile gradually calmed down.

…

"I have been waiting for you."

The monk's voice sounded in Yao Chong's mind.

Yao Chong looked at the monk and said silently: "You are not a monk here, where are you from?"

monk

Someone sent a message: "I am from Songshan Mountain."

"Impossible." Yao Chong said firmly, "The monks in Shaolin will not make the monks here so afraid."

The monk smiled and said: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Young Master Yao Chong, but is this important?"

Faintly smelling the faint fragrance in the air, Yao Chong's expression gradually became serious.

There are many pilgrims offering incense here, including young girls.

But it is impossible for incense to have this kind of smell.

In that case, there is only one possibility: the air in this temple is already filled with some kind of poisonous gas.

Holding his breath and looking at himself, Yao Chong was even more angry, but his words remained silent: "As a monk, your heart is so vicious?"

He didn't know the name of the poison, but he only knew that it would cause great damage to the human body. Practitioners could still resist it for a while with their spiritual power, but ordinary people would probably be disabled for life if they were exposed to it for a long time.

"I use poison just to remove a big harm from the world. Why is there poison?" The monk smiled and continued to transmit the message, "If young hero Yao Chong abandons his cultivation, follow me back to Lianhua Mountain, and I will cure everyone here.

of poison."

"You are indeed not a real monk." Yao Chong stared at the monk with cold eyes and said silently, "You can detoxify, and the antidote will naturally be on you."

The meaning is obvious. If I kill you, the antidote will be obtained.

"In public, you can't kill me. You can't kill me either." The monk nodded slightly and continued to transmit the message, "If you hadn't exhausted all your energy on the sword and spent too much spiritual power before, I really wouldn't have dared to stand.

In front of you."

Yao Chong clenched his hands slightly and took a step forward.

A powerful aura appeared from him, disappearing in a flash.

The monk frowned, but even though he didn't move at all, golden light shone quietly around his body.

He had already calculated that Yao Chong, who was a member of the royal family of the Demon Realm, must have practiced demon power. Although he was already a peak sixth-order warrior, he still did not dare to take risks at will, so he had already made preparations.

Those golden lights came from a magic weapon used by his sect to subdue demons. If Yao Chong really used demon power to deal with him, he would be the only one who would be severely damaged.

A sword shining with light blue light appeared in front of his eyes and slashed towards his head.

The monk looked slightly calm.

The sword's light and shadow were illusory, obviously not the real thing, and the Chongming Sword was still hanging on Yao Chong's waist.

It's just a shadow created by the demon power in the demon pill.

The monk clasped his hands together, waiting for the moment when Yao Chong was attacked.

The light blue lightsaber and the golden light above his head

touching.

Pilgrims nearby are still lining up, and the girl is still worshiping in front of Guanyin.

Nothing happened, and the lightsaber disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.

A huge warning sign suddenly arose in the monk's heart. He did not hesitate to activate his cultivation and tried to obliterate the source of this warning sign, but where could he find it?

A deep stinging sensation brought all his movements to an abrupt halt.

It was not an explosion in the sea of ​​consciousness, nor was it a physical injury. The tingling sensation came from the depths of his soul, like a sword cutting his soul in two.

He didn't have time to scream, his soul was broken, and he could only stand there with a blank look on his face.

At the last moment of his life, he finally remembered the rumor in the world.

Wu'an Jianfeng has a killing move, which uses the human soul to control the sword soul and kills the opponent's soul directly.

This move was too powerful and decisive, and it caused great trauma to himself. Shang Yunjian only used it once, and it was only recorded in the gossip in the world.

This move is successful because it is silent and hits the soul directly.

It's for the soul.

The monk can no longer think and will probably spend the rest of his life as an idiot.

Yao Chong took out a bottle of medicine from his arms, opened the lid and fanned some of it into his nasal cavity. At the same time, he felt the changes in his body. After confirming that it was really the antidote, he used his spiritual power to activate the smell of the bottle of medicine, which filled the Guanyin Temple.

middle.

"What is the taste?"

"It stinks, who farts here!"

The pilgrims covered their noses with their hands and left the Guanyin Temple quickly, causing the abbot nearby to be confused and wondering where the smell came from.

Seeing that almost all the pilgrims had left, he looked fearful and wanted to ask the foreign monk who was still standing still in the center of the temple. He seemed to have some questions at first glance. However, he saw that he was not moving. He bravely approached and found this monk.

The monk had a silly smile on his face, looking stupid, and his robes were dripping all over the floor. He turned out to be an idiot.

The abbot was not only disgusted but also felt a little happy. This guy killed many people in the temple and forced them to take him in. Now he suddenly became stupid. Could it be that he was really blessed by Guanyin?

"Throw this fool out."

The abbot left these words coldly, and immediately an angry monk threw him out of the temple without ceremony.

No one cares about how miserable a fool will leave this world, and Yao Chong, who just left, doesn't want to care either.

As the old saying goes, if you come out to fool around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.
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