This time, when returning to Yulin Mountain, the masters of the Ghost King Sect were full of murderous aura, and Xu Yan seemed even more excited.

The more people go, the more people die.

Fortunately, Zhuo Tianying didn't come...

Xu Yan glanced at Zhuo Shaoyu and Yang Ge not far away, and the corners of his mouth were bent inadvertently, but it instantly turned into his usual silly smile.

The earth has long recovered. At first glance, the sky is blue and green. It is the early summer season. The white bamboos on Yulin Mountain can be seen from a distance. The white area covered with green mountains, just like winter snow has not melted.

Since the Chinese New Year, Xu Yan has been living in the Ghost King's Gate for nearly four months. In addition to the one who cleared the Grand Principal Sect in Fengdu City these days, Xu Yan is the first time he went out in the new year.

But this time I went out, it is unknown whether I could go back alive.

A hint of irritability appeared in his heart. Xu Yan felt that his heart was itchy and could not be scratched, so he had to scratch the skin of his heart. He could not see it through Jinyi. In fact, he had already scratched blood marks in his heart.

After half a year, the poison of the black poppy grass is about to occur.

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling it, Xu Yan gradually calmed down.

The unbearable itch is just a sign of the attack of the black poppy grass. If the poisonous weed really starts, it is not the itch, but the desire, the fish are looking forward to water, the birds are looking forward to flying, and people are looking for air.

That kind of desire will make people turn into evil spirits completely!

Thinking of the poisonous power of the black poppy grass, Xu Yan would be cold all over. Fortunately, Yulin Mountain was already in front of him.

This time, the troops were sent to Yulin Mountain, not only the Ghost King's Sect, but also the garrisons of Fengdu City, with a total of 2,000 elite soldiers. These garrisons affiliated with Fengdu City were all under General Yan. After all, Yulin Temple is very famous. If you want to attack such a century-old ancient temple in Qi, the Ghost King's Sect will be a little afraid.

With the official family, it will be easy to deal with. As long as the military can testify that the old monk Wuzhi colludes with the barbarians, it will be nothing to burn Yulin Temple with one fire.

More than 10,000 people were in a vast expanse. Zhuo Shaoyu was not going to use sneak attacks this time. He wanted to rush into Yulin Temple openly and question the old thief Wuzhi.

A Qi's head was carried by Zhuo Shaoyu. With this physical evidence, he was not afraid of being wise and quibbling.

The mountain road was very wide, allowing the army to climb the mountain. After the Yulin Temple, located on the top of the mountain, was surrounded by three layers of the Ghost King's Gate, the eighteen Taibao broke into the door first, and the tall temple gate was smashed to pieces by the angry Taibao.

The chaos outside the door alarmed the monks in the temple. A thin old monk wearing a red cassock came forward to greet him. He was neither anxious nor impatient, and seemed very steady, not monk Wuzhi.

"Where is that bald donkey Wuzhi!"

A swearing warrior said, "Let him get out of here, even the remnants of the barbarians dare to take in. He thinks his life is too long!"

Zhuo Shaoyu stood in the middle of the crowd, staring at the monk opposite him coldly, his expression looking extremely gloomy.

The abbot of Yulin Temple is a monk Wuzhi, but the one who is wearing a big red cassock is not Wuzhi. This only means that the original abbot of Yulin Temple has passed away. In a temple, there is only the abbot who is qualified to wear a big red cassock.

"Amitabha, the donor is one step later." A sadness emerged in the thin old monk's eyes and said, "Senior Brother Wuzhi has passed away..."

"Disappeared?"

"Dead?"

"Last year, he was still alive, and we, the Eighteenth Taibao, died as soon as we arrived?"

The Taibaos were furious. Someone rushed up to grab the old monk's neck and scolded him again and again. The old monk was not afraid, and he muttered something, such as the cycle of life and death, and the Western Paradise, as if he also wanted to pass away with Wuzhi.

"When will Monk Wuzhi die?" Zhuo Shaoyu asked with a calm face, and ordered the Taibao who grabbed the old monk to let go. Even if Wuzhi dies, he will have to see the body.

"This morning, when the sky light comes east." The old monk said truthfully.

It was the morning when Zhuo Shaoyu died when he heard the news, his eyes were red with anger and he shouted, "Where is his body!"

It's still morning, and it's not even noon. In the early morning, it was the army of the Ghost King's Sect who drove to Yulin Mountain. The mountain was extremely high. If you stood in Yulin Temple early this morning, you could see the army in the distance at a glance.

It's really time to die.

Zhuo Shaoyu suppressed his anger. Wuzhi died strangely. He thought that the other party should want to play a trick in front of his Ghost King Sect, and really treated him as a fool.

The young master of the Ghost King Sect asked, but the old monk did not dare to neglect it. He trembled and took out a jade bead from his arms, picked it up with both hands, and said, "Senior Brother Wuzhi has already listened to the scriptures in front of the Buddha. His corpse is gone, only a relics are left."

Bang!

With a palm, he slapped the so-called relics, and then a sword light flashed, and Zhuo Shaoyu cut over the old monk in front of him with a sword.

Staring at the dying old monk, the big magistrate shouted furiously: "Search for me! You must dig out Wuzhi for me even if you dig three feet into the ground!"

At the order of the Da Taibao, the Ghost King Sect said yes and began to search. The entire Yulin Temple was turned over and the sky was over. More than 300 monks in the temple were tied into rice dumplings, and they lined up in more than a dozen rows in the square outside the main hall.

After noon, Yulin Temple could no longer be called Yulin Temple. Except for the captured monks, there were no living ants in the entire temple, and anyone who was breathing was crushed to death.

After thousands of people searched, there was still no trace of Wuzhi. It was as if the old monk who had just died of breath that Wuzhi had become a Buddha in his body, leaving only relics.

Xu Yan believed that someone could really become a Buddha, but it would definitely not be Wuzhi, who was wearing ghost-painted talismans. He had the most effort, because Wuzhi was his last move to kill. If even people couldn't see him, how could he let the demon monk go to war with the Eighteenth Taibao?

After wandering around the entire Yulin Temple, Xu Yan even glared at his left eye, but still found nothing. Finally, he returned to the hall helplessly. The Taibaos were gathering in the Buddhist temple, and they were furious one by one. Especially Zhuo Shaoyu, who was fooled by others, how could he swallow this anger?

Until dusk approached, the Buddha statues in the main hall of Yulin Temple were smashed open by people from the Ghost King Sect. Monk Wuzhi seemed to have completely disappeared, and there was no trace.

Since he was not in the temple, the biggest possibility was that Wuzhi escaped into Yulin Mountain. Zhuo Shaoyu, who had recovered his peace, ordered all his men to prepare to surround the mountain. Even if he was hollowed out Yulin Mountain, he would dig out Wuzhi.

At the foot of the mountain, there were officers and soldiers from Fengdu City stationed. This time, when he arrived at Yulin Mountain, Zhuo Shaoyu only brought half of his troops into Yulin Temple in order to kill all the enemies. Most of the nearly 10,000 disciples were left at the foot of the mountain by him. Yulin Mountain was very high, but not too big, and tens of thousands of people were enough to surround the mountain.

From the beginning of night, countless torches were lit on Yulin Mountain, and there was one huge wind lamp every ten feet, illuminating the surroundings as bright as daytime.

The search for the mountains overnight lasted from midnight to dawn, and the eighteen Taibaos were not idle either. Each Taibao had a large number of people searched all night. Not to mention the monk Wuzhi, the entire Yulin Mountain was searched all over, and even a cassock was not found.

The morning light hit Xu Yan's young face. He was resting on an old tree with crooked necks. His clear eyes flashed with a glimmer of expectation in the morning light.

Xu Yan didn't find Monk Wuzhi, but found that the old tree behind him was a little different.

The old tree that the three of them hugged each other was growing in a distorted manner, close to the rocks, and was only half a meter away from the stone walls of the mountain. This kind of hiding place could not hide people, and you could find it after turning to the tree.
Chapter completed!