"don't want!!!"

Seeing Wu Zhan rushing into the trap set by the Lord of Flowers, the only three remaining golden monks felt sad.

gravel.

dust.

The broken stones fell from the sky, causing another second blow to the dilapidated Ci'en Temple.

This big Buddha, which was built after the arrival of the demon star, was destroyed, and the monks who still survived in Ci'en Temple were collectively lost their voices.

Without the blessing of the Buddha and the support of the formation, how can they rely on to resist the power of the Lord of Flowers?

Some monks even began to meditate and recite scriptures, hoping that the compassionate Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could take action to kill the demons in the sky.

Their actions were futile.

After the destruction of the Buddha, the petals in the sky fell like snowflakes, and soon a thin layer was laid on the "site" of Ci'en Temple.

Flowers are in full bloom.

After landing, these petals turned into seeds, and soon they gave birth to flowers after flowers.

Flowers bloom, and thousands of them compete for beauty.

In the vast sea of ​​flowers, the Lord of Flowers slowly landed on the ground.

Countless petals on his body have changed into crystal skin, and his jade feet are dotted above the petals. The Lord of Flowers glances around.

In the confusion between the pilgrims and monks around her, she asked, "Who... calls my name?"

Who is calling her?

In the ruins, everyone was speechless one after another.

You always go here to fight and destroy a temple, but you don’t know what you are doing?

Several remaining monks who had followed the abbot, thought of the words of "a passerby" an hour ago, and they were even more ashamed and angry!

Finally, an old monk of the same generation as the abbot stood up and said, "This... Lord of God, there is no idea that my temple is hostile to Lord of God. In fact, we don't know what happened at all..."

The old monk looked sad.

Originally, only three of the 16 "Golden Body Arhats" in Ci'en Temple have survived in the past dynasties, and only more than twenty of the hundreds of disciples were left. The mountain protection formation was slapped by the "God Lord" in front of him.

After this disaster, Ci'en Temple was much more miserable than the losses caused by the demon star when it came to life.

"We were originally praying for the pilgrims, but you suddenly came..."

When he said this, the old monk suddenly cried out in pain.

A flower is stretching out its roots and penetrates his soles...

The Lord of Flowers glanced at him:

"This is where the person who summoned me."

Ignoring the flowers that had already begun to cause trouble, the Lord of Flowers released his divine thoughts and glanced at the temple. Soon, he found several monks who were still unconscious in the formation under the pagoda.

Next to the altar covered with flowers, a pile of petals fluttered without wind.

Soon, another flower lord condensed his body.

The newly emerged Lord of Flowers waved his sleeves, and the monk who was unconscious in the middle of the altar opened his eyes.

"Flowers...Flowers scent?"

As he struggled to get up from the petals, the monk turned over and wanted to stand up, but he saw a beautiful woman in front of him standing in front of him.

Guru, the monk swallowed.

"I... am I dreaming?"

Stopped his movements, and the monk looked straight at the Lord of Flowers.

From the initial shock, it quickly turned into obsession.

Instead of getting up, he crawled hard in front of the woman with all his limbs.

"Beautiful...beauty, come on, I am the son of Jia Bancheng, a wealthy man in Jiangxi. Please have a drink with me and give me a reward of gold and silver..."

The monk's style was like this, and the golden arhat's eyes twitched.

The Lord of Flowers looked at him silently.

With a wave of his hand, the surrounding petals wrapped the monk who had just woken up.

Before his death, the monk who was squeezed with essence by countless petals still had a color and soul on his face...

"The Lord of God forgives his sins. We never thought that there were such dirty people hidden in the temple..."

The golden arhat who followed the side made a comment.

The Lord of Flowers glanced at him: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

On the other side, another flower lord standing in front of the small statue of Ksitigarbha, who also said this sentence, which made the old monk with his feet ashamed that he had been parasitized by the flowers.

What can the old monk say?

Who is a good man who can live a good life but come to the temple to be a monk?

With such a trend, if these temples do not accept these criminals, wouldn’t they have cut off their inheritance early?

The old monk's heart was so sad that he could not speak of.

Fortunately, the Lord of Flowers did not continue to ask questions, but just stared at the statue of Ksitigarbha in the side hall and said something that the old monk couldn't understand.

"Buddhist promotes vegetarian food, and you say that you will not become a Buddha without hell.

Is this... looking down on me?"

Pop.

The Buddha statue of the Lord of Flowers on the front...

Breaked.

In the old monk's panicked gaze, the owner of the flowers turned into petals and was blown to the sky by a breeze.

He didn't care about the broken Buddha statue, and the old monk chased out of the temple.

"The Lord of God stays..."

look up.

I saw the woman standing in the sky of the sea of ​​flowers, with countless petals... and smashing down at the ruins of Ci'en Temple again.

The two golden arhats who were originally hiding in the dark turned into streams of light and quickly fled.

The old monk cried bitterly.

"Master Buddha!

My 1,074-year foundation in Ci'en Temple,

Just...so...it's time to end?"

Answer him.

It is a sea of ​​flowers coming from a high place...

......

......

"it's over."

In reality, in the dormitory.

Looking at the sea of ​​flowers that had submerged half of the mountain and the two golden lights that had escaped, Zhao Yang said calmly: "Get ready, we're going to run away."

"run?"

"Where to run?"

"Isn't it over?"

Several players who were still shocked by the scene in front of them were puzzled.

The scene in front of them was too shocking, making them reluctant to look away.

"Escape from your life and go north along the waterway. We will have a short break in Peach Blossom Land tonight."

"Peach Blossom Land?"

"The one Qu Yuan said?"

"Can't we hide for a while? Then what... the Lord of Flowers won't notice us..."

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me."

Zhao Yang controlled the character to peel off the sand and dive quickly into the river.

Bending over, the character left only one head exposed to the water.

What surprised Zhao Yang was that this time, his character did not tremble, but instead carried out every instruction with a steady expression.

Behind him, several players followed carefully.

Judging from their slight appearance, I am afraid that a mouse suddenly appeared and could scare them half to death.

The character's performance made Zhao Yang, who was holding the phone, feel a little funny.

"Is it the reason for inheritance? Can inheritance cure the timid problem?"

He went upstream and swam under the water for almost an hour. It was not until he could not see the sea of ​​flowers that Zhao Yang asked several people to climb ashore.

After hurriedly getting ashore and finding a clearing in Xiangyang, Zhao Yang controlled the character to dry his clothes with true energy, and then he remembered to explain to several players.

"The one you just met is one of the bosses in the game.

Remember what she looks like,

When I see you later, no matter what situation you are in at that time, all you have to do is run to a place with water as soon as possible."

"Well...."

"good."

"Absolutely no problem, I listen to Brother Zhao Yang!"

"Brother Yang, that... that boss, I look pretty... Is there any hope to guide her?"

Sun Yu who said this.

Just see it.
Chapter completed!