With a smile, Hua Mi held the sword like a flag and waved it gently, "Do it!"

Many nine-foot giants were killed together. The remaining soldiers and mages joined forces to resist, and the circle of resistance became smaller and smaller.

In the broken house next to the ancestral hall, Guan Luoyang straightened up his crouched body little by little as he listened to the sounds of fighting nearby.

Taoist Priest Jiuying put his hands on his shoulders.

"Mountain Tai collapses in front but remains unchanged; elk rises to the left but does not blink. At critical moments, if you move, you will damage the three energizers. Don't rush."

Across the door, he could hear the sounds of his disciples fighting outside, or even being injured and screaming in pain. But at this time, the more immobile he was, the more he calmed down, the more room for recovery he had.

Through the crack of the rotten door, colorful clothes floated up. The old man struck down with his axe, and the Qiushi sword fell. His right arm seemed to have no bones, and blood spread all over the ground from the fingers.

How could my friend...die...in front of me...

Guan Luoyang blinked slowly and heavily, and a bronze halo climbed up from both sides of his cheeks and settled on his forehead.

The heat rushes back and forth in the body, pressing into the deepest part of the bones, mercury blood and silver marrow, and the blood flow becomes pure.

His short hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, with blood-like tips, and there was heat swirling between the hair strands.

Jiuying's eyebrows trembled slightly, feeling that what he touched under his hand was like a several thousand kilograms of general's artillery that was about to explode.

"Namohe Loda Naduoluoye, Namo Ajuye, Polu Jiedi Shuobaoluoye..."

There is singing, musical instruments are playing, wooden fish are beating, and the music is melodious, high-pitched, graceful and long.

The voices of dozens of people are singing this song together. When you first hear it, you just think it is a song that echoes in the deep courtyard of an ancient mountain temple.

If you listen carefully, you will realize that it is a mantra, a Buddhist scripture, and a mantra.

"Bodhisattvasvaye, Mahasattvavaye..."

People outside the house heard the sound earlier than those inside.

On the sparsely overgrown street, there was a line of forty-eight monks, all dressed in gray.

The old ones looked to be in their sixties or seventies, and the young ones were at least thirty or forty. Together they were knocking on wooden fish, playing music, and singing spells, and were approaching here.

"People from Nalanda Temple?!"

The movements of many nine-foot giants became sluggish, as if their limb joints suddenly stiffened, and their movements of turning and waving their arms became as if they were deliberately moving in slow motion.

Some soldiers who had no chance of survival were able to escape from under their shields.

Hua Mi's voice was fierce and he scolded: "Muga, you forty-eight monks, as long as you leave Nalanda Temple, some of you will lose five or six years of life, and many of you will lose more than ten years of life. Back then, you all knew how to protect yourself wisely. Are you going to die today?"

?!!”

"Namo Amitabha!"

Abbot Mujia's face turned blue, his lips were purple and his beard was white. He clasped his palms together and responded slowly, "My old friend asked me to save my life by staying in the temple. I and others have no choice but to come in order to repay their kindness."

Hua Mi was surprised and said: "Impossible, who can be said to have saved the entire Nalanda Temple?"

Abbot Mujia stopped responding and began to chant a mantra.

A few nights ago, while he was chanting the same mantra in the abbot's room, he saw a figure moving outside the window.

In addition to the moonlight, there is an additional light.

A Taoist laughed outside the window and said, "Master Abbot, do you still remember that three years ago, the poor Taoist visited your temple and discovered changes in the ground of your temple in the well? All the eminent monks in the temple have been reading evil spells for many years, and they are all in danger of becoming possessed by evil spirits?"

"The monks in the temple will be able to wake up in time if Master Jiuhe reminds me. How can I forget it?"

At that time, Master Mujia smiled and said, "The layman is visiting at starry night, why don't you come in for a while?"

"No need, I have returned to the human world and I only want one thing..."

It was a ghost who was about to die in this world forever, and he made a plea to the eminent monk with a shocked face.

So, the forty-eight monks left Nalanda Temple, walked day and night, followed the river to the boundary of Chengyin Mansion, followed the sound of cannons, and entered here.

Abbot Mujia remembered his compassion and sang loudly.
Chapter completed!