Chapter 137 What is the déjà vu of an online game?
Chapter 137 Is there a sense of déjà vu in an online game?
Since the temple was built, Luohan Temple has been supported by many believers in Changning County.
There has always been a constant flow of incense, and even at night, the lights are brightly lit and the smoke is lingering, which is very impressive.
Bu Nao Mingyue Luohan Temple seemed a little too quiet, with many monks even holding sticks on guard, looking like there was a lot of noise.
Some monks who have already entered the spiritual practice hold their magic weapons and guard the temple array.
If there was even the slightest movement, they would attack with all their strength.
If you ask why they look like this, the corpses of several young novice monks lying in the temple courtyard explain everything.
The faces of several young novice monks were dark and gray, and their skin was dry and wrinkled, as if some monster had sucked all their energy.
Among the monks, there was a tall monk with a beard, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body was full of evil aura.
"Nie Zhan, I dare you to come again!"
Suddenly, the great monk shouted loudly, and the Zen staff in his leg suddenly swung forward, hitting a group of shadows not far away.
The body of the phantom was roughly human-like, but its legs and arms were extremely long and dragged all the way to the ground.
After being hit by the Zen staff, a large area of its body immediately turned into black smoke and dispersed in the void. After letting out a scream of "squeak" from its mouth, it quickly disappeared again.
The great monk looked at everything angrily. Ever since the black moon rose in the sky, evil spirits had been invading the temple.
Although they took strict precautions, they suffered casualties.
Ruming's heart was filled with panic, and he was afraid that if he went that far east, those ordinary monks would collapse first.
"The Shinto's intentions are clearly revealed, and it is obvious that they will be forced to a dead end." In the Luohan Zen Monastery, some older monks showed no concern at all in their eyes.
The Shinto leg can be said to be the ultimate killer. The black moon shines brightly in the east, and it does not fall outside the scope of the temple.
Would that force those vicious gods and demons to enter the temple, and those demons and demons released from the oil have been hungry for hundreds of thousands of years. When they encounter their living blood food, how can they hold back, and they must follow
The monks in the temple broke out into endless conflicts.
What worries them most is whether all the temples in Heiyuecuo are like this.
That means that many small and weak temples will face a more severe crisis.
After all, those powerful temples have eminent monks and great virtues walking around outside, and there are even living Arhats stationed in the world, so ordinary evil spirits naturally dare not provoke them.
However, although a small temple like Luohan Zen Temple has produced an Arhat before, it currently does not have any high legs that can suppress the scene.
It may not be easy to survive this disaster.
"Chiliu."
The great monk's ears twitched slightly, and he suddenly looked somewhere outside the temple, only to see a slender Yongxuan passing by.
It’s hard to see clearly, and mistakes disappear without a trace.
And just when he turned his head, a small black face pulled away from a cloud of mist and poked his face out of it.
But it is not Qiu Ping.
"The defense is really tight, isn't it?" Little Loach scratched his head. He originally wanted to come over and see if he could get any advantage, but when he saw the temple's prepared look, he knew there was no chance.
That group of monks can establish themselves in one county, so they have some support.
"Snapped."
The little loach carefully took a few steps back, but suddenly bumped into another cloud.
The cloud pulled away, revealing the head of a little mouse, and then three more mouse heads popped out, looking straight at Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping's eyelids twitched a few times. It's very true that he didn't look at the almanac when he went out tomorrow. How come he met the shrew spirit and his ancestors, the ancestors and the ancestors there.
During those days, mice are very courageous and do things without restraint.
This time, the four of them formed a team to steal the dragon balls.
"Hey, big brother, I'm also here to see the muddy water... to watch the excitement." The little shrew was overjoyed when he saw Qiu Ping.
He thought that his eldest brother Jinpen was washing his legs and would stop stealing things, but he didn't expect that he would come out and do it alone.
The little mouse was making loud noises, and the monks in the temple were so deaf that they all heard his shouts.
Qiu Ping twitched the corner of his mouth. He originally wanted to enter the village quietly and shoot without asking, but now everything was ruined by that voice.
He even saw the great monk from the East looking into the clouds with his eyes almost begging to spit out fire. Anyone who faced a life-and-death crisis at home while others were chatting and watching the fun would feel angry inside.
"Come on, big brother, it's a coincidence that I'm here. He just happened to pick up a blueprint on the east side of the mountain yesterday. I guess what, it's the layout of Luohan Temple, and where the treasures in their temple are hidden are all marked.
It must be clear..."
The little mouse mysteriously pulled out a piece of yellow paper, and drew countless black lines on it crookedly and with someone who didn't know what. It looked like graffiti, and many of them were clearly on the palms of his legs.
There are ink marks left on the soles of the feet.
"After a while, I grabbed his tail and he took me in to look for the treasure."
The little mouse climbed up to Qiu Ping's shoulder, jumped on the spot, and said proudly.
Just when he was about to keep shutting up, the little loach started to stir.
In an instant, he appeared fifty feet away, and then waved his fins, drawing a curve in the void. After a breath, his hair was disheveled, and the fierce god covered in indigo turned into black smoke and dispersed.
The number on Qiu Ping's head changed to "qi".
The fierce god was very weak, and it only provided one meritorious service, which was better than nothing.
"Snapped."
Because the little loach moved so suddenly, after he killed the fierce god, the shrew that had been walking on his shoulders before was knocked into the clouds and fell backwards.
"Huh?" The three ancestors of the shrew spirit turned to look at Qiu Ping at the same time. They were very surprised that the little loach also controlled the power of space. It was so proficient.
The shrews are gifted with space, but looking at the posture of the little loach just now, it seems that it is no worse than shrews in moving short distances.
"Brother...how did my strength become so powerful?" The little shrew remembered that more than half a year ago, Qiu Ping was almost beaten to death by the monks of Luohan Temple, but now he has grown so much in the blink of an eye.
That made him a little envious.
"Ah haha, Judge Cui gave him some advice. He customized a set of learning methods for him. I can ask him later to help me make a practice plan, which is guaranteed to make my strength improve by leaps and bounds.
"
Qiu Ping didn't want to pay attention to the little mouse at first, but suddenly his heart moved and he said mysteriously.
Of course I want to share that kind of good thing with good friends.
"No?" The little shrew secretly gave all that to Jidong, planning to ask Judge Cui to train him as well when the matter here is over.
Just when Qiu Ping and the little shrew had just chatted for a few words, more and more fierce gods were approaching Luohan Temple.
It was obvious that those evil gods gradually realized whether the temple was a safe place and gathered here in a tacit understanding.
…
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Qiu Ping's figure drew several curves in the void, and the superposition of [Lubricating Oil Technique] and [Big Lubricating Oil Technique] simply begged to be played by him.
The fierce god with the power of the Holy Embryo in front of him couldn't even touch his Yongxuan. Instead, he opened countless wounds on his body and roared in anger.
Qiu Ping's body flashed, and he appeared in front of the fierce god. Just as he opened his mouth to roar, a raging breath turned into a stream of smoke, poured straight into his mouth, and exploded half of his head.
Although the tactics are a bit clumsy, the results are impressive.
"Buzz."
The numbers in Qiu Ping's head kept increasing, and he added ten meritorious deeds in one breath. In addition, he had killed a few fierce gods just now, and he now had a total of twenty-three.
Although he was quite excited about Qun Jinxun's promotion, deep down inside he felt a little unhappy.
He killed those fierce gods outside the temple. Wasn't he protecting those monks in disguise? Isn't it really unlucky!
Just when Qiu Ping was secretly unhappy, he worked harder to kill the fierce gods that kept coming from all around.
Bu Nao, as time goes by, the number of fierce gods gathered is increasing, but Qiu Ping's achievements are getting less and less.
Because it was not just him and those shrews who came to pick up leaks near the temple, the others were also fools, so they naturally discovered the clues.
In the nearby counties and Tai'an Prefecture, there are only two temples in Liyi.
One is the Luohan Zen Temple there, and the other is the Quanlin Temple outside Fufu.
The Quanlin Temple, regardless of its size or strength, originated from the Telluride Arhat Monastery. Of course, those evil spirits did not want to go there to seek death, so they all came there in a swarm.
And the gods who were chasing those fierce gods also came over.
Not long after, a large circle of gods, at least three hundred in number, surrounded the entire Luohan Temple. Any outside evil gods were hit by hundreds of magical powers at the same time before they even got close, beating them to pieces.
With so many monks and so little food, Qiu Ping would not be able to get involved, and he would be able to get some scattered achievements with difficulty.
Qiu Ping sighed secretly, how could he have a sense of déjà vu as he played the first-generation online game in his previous life? Some monsters were wiped out by a large number of players just after they were refreshed.
Just as he was struggling to fight monsters among the crowd, a turbulent black light suddenly flew behind them.
The light was so overwhelming that the little loach and a few shrews around him couldn't help but shrink their heads, and the light flew past their scalps.
But other gods did not react so quickly, and were directly wiped out by the black light.
After a few breaths, they all came to life again. Qiu Ping covered his head, it was really starting to look more and more like an online game.
The black light rushed wildly and fell into the Zen courtyard in an instant.
The light converged and turned into a giant god with a height of several feet and dark skin. Six legs and arms stretched out from behind, and the legs held a ferocious skull and leg bones, which looked ferocious and evil.
As for him, he looked as if he hadn't eaten for a long time. His dry skin was close to his torso, and even the bones outside his body were clearly visible.
But despite this, the domineering aura exuding from his body also surprised everyone.
Qiu Ping couldn't estimate how powerful that fierce god was, but he had a hunch that if the wrong party wanted to kill him, he probably wouldn't need a second move.
It's also thanks to the fact that East Shining by the Black Moon won't die, otherwise he would have run away long ago.
If Qiu Ping was shocked, then the monks in the monastery were frightened.
As soon as the fierce god landed on the ground, he opened his mouth and sucked in. The monks around him, regardless of their level of cultivation, felt that the blood and energy outside their bodies were flowing away rapidly. The faces of the few monks with the weakest strength instantly turned gray and red, and their bodies looked severely depleted.
Including the bearded monk, the body was swaying in the formation. Under the pressure of the opponent's momentum, his blood was forcibly plundered, and he didn't even have a chance to stand.
Qiu Ping secretly shrank his head. The strength of that fierce god was at least not at the level of a fifth-grade god. There was probably no one in the entire Changning County who could deny his wrong leg.
Well, maybe Judge Choi can.
Little Loach had seen Cui Pan kill the incarnation of Lord Yan before. The first auxiliary officer of the county government had very special strength. He was obviously not from the rank of seventh grade, but his strength was frighteningly high.
Just when the monks were defeated, a mummy that had been enshrined in Luohan Temple was suddenly covered with a layer of golden light, and then it slowly stood up.
This is the image of an old monk with half-bald hair, deep eyes and a high nose.
Perhaps because it has been dried for too long, his body has shriveled up so much that there is a thin layer of skin covering the bones, which looks somewhat similar to the fierce god.
The old monk holds the bowl in one leg and the staff in the other.
The golden light flows, and it is dazzling. Although the appearance is terrifying, people are convinced at first sight.
Qiu Ping had seen that old monk, whose name seemed to be Wuze Arhat.
When the three-headed snake was running a pyramid scheme in the county, the old monk's incarnation came out to protect him, but he later fled in despair due to He Bo's threats.
That time the temple suffered a big disaster and he was forced to come out again.
And compared to last time, the momentum he showed that time was stronger and his strength was more terrifying.
It seems that he is really going to fight for his life.
As soon as Wuze Arhat appeared, he raised the Zen staff in his leg and smashed it towards the fierce god.
Those evil gods invaded the temple, and the Arhats and Bodhisattvas in the Paradise of Paradise must not be allowed to live there, otherwise most of their faith in the human world would be cut off.
Moreover, it will be more than a hundred times more difficult to spread it in the future. My temple has been taken over by evil spirits. Why do they believe that my Dharma is boundless?
Wu Zeluohan and the fierce god fought together. According to the original strength, the fierce god was slightly higher than Wuze Luohanqiu, but after all, he had been imprisoned in Youkuang for hundreds of years, and his strength had declined greatly.
Although Wu Zeluohan had just descended into the "flesh Buddha" who was aware of himself, he still fought at home, and for a while he was evenly matched with the fierce god.
But the buildings in the Luohan Temple suffered disaster.
With the strength of the two of them, it was impossible to save their legs in a fight. Amidst the roars, large swaths of glorious buildings were turned into ruins in an instant.
Qiu Ping was walking on the clouds, thinking that he would wait until both of them were injured before trying to find an advantage. Suddenly, a strange crab king next to him opened his mouth and spat out a jet of water, which fell onto the fighting Wu Zeluohan and Wu Zeluohan.
The evil spirit is here.
Although it didn't have any effect, I have to say that that person was really brave.
Just as Qiu Ping was sighing, the surroundings once again shone with magical light, and dozens of chaotic magical fluids, whether water columns, water arrows, or curses, fell towards the two people in the battle.
Not long after, more and more gods joined the spell-casting team, and the intensive bombardment of spells bombarded everyone without distinguishing between illusions.
Anyway, in the eyes of those gods, those two groups of people are not good things.
It turns out that’s quite possible!
That kind of behavior of forming a group to defeat the BOSS is really something that no one can master in any world!
Sorry, sorry, I had a headache yesterday and I was drowsy. I didn’t get up until early tomorrow morning to finish typing.