The ghost fog is like a dangerous jungle, turning a group of bandits into individuals again, and each bandit is trying to survive in this jungle.
Some people took up arms to be wary of all the figures appearing around them, some wanted to find the first master and the third master to take charge of the situation, and some wanted to recruit teams to form a defensive formation.
Unable to communicate effectively, the bandits fell into chaos.
Not only that, the ghost mist can also confuse people's five senses, creating a spatial confusion effect like a ghost hitting a wall. Mortals cannot escape from the scope of the ghost mist.
Du Kang slashed the head of a bandit who was groping forward in front of him with a sword. He watched the horrified bald head fall to the ground, a stream of blood spurting out from his severed neck, and muttered to himself.
"My current Yin Shen realm cannot support my ability to activate mirror flowers on a large scale, so I can only choose to kill by force."
Another sword cut a bandit in half from head to crotch, and blood and internal organs flowed all over the floor.
"Although, I prefer the killing method in which all sentient beings fall into an illusion with the wave of my hand. That's too cool. That has always been my dream. But it feels good to kill people with a sword like this."
With a wave of his hand, he cut a running bandit in half in half.
The man was still alive for a moment, wailing loudly and struggling to crawl away, dragging his intestines all over the ground behind him.
Du Kang couldn't bear to see such a tragedy, so he chopped off his head with a sword, ending his pain.
Looking around, there was no one around, so Du Kang ran towards the distance with Shuanghuan Sword in hand.
In the ghost mist, the five-element demon boy was flying among the crowd, and the flames, sword energy, vines, and wooden thorns came into passionate contact with the bandit's body.
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The shouts of death and screams were wiped out by the ghost mist as soon as they came out, leaving the Luohan Temple completely silent.
The grease on the torch crackled, and the guards of the Lin family stared closely at the gate of Luohan Temple, paying attention to every movement in this silent winter night, ready for war at any time.
"squeak--"
The wooden shaft of the temple door made a screeching sound because it had not been oiled for a long time.
This sound startled the silent convoy. The guards who were sitting on the ground to maintain their strength all stood up, with their swords unsheathed, spears raised diagonally, and arrows nocked from their bows.
Lin Zhiyuan also raised his magical crossbow and aimed at the temple gate.
The temple door creaked, opening a gap for people to pass through.
Amidst the crossbows, a young man wearing a green shirt and a face like a crown of jade walked out of the door.
His black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, and the blue shirt on his body was spotless. If it weren't for the long sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood, he would look more like a rich young man who had just returned from a trip.
"Brother Du, how did you come out of it?"
Lin Zhiyuan stepped forward quickly, trying to pull Du Kang back to the carriage circle. At the same time, he looked into the crack in the door to know what was going on.
With just one glance, Lin Zhiyuan stopped moving.
The pungent smell of blood came from inside the door. There were dead corpses and broken weapons everywhere in Luohan Temple. There were women sitting in the pile of corpses crying. There was a light that ignited a wing, and the fire illuminated everything.
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Lin Zhiyuan was stunned. There were so many people dead and such a huge fire. He didn't even notice it outside the temple just now.
"Most of the fake monks inside are dead, so we should be safe."
Du Kang's next words made Lin Zhiyuan feel like he was living in a dream.
"All dead? The two monks and the monk soldiers are all dead? Who killed them? Is it you?"
These were two monks numbering dozens of monk soldiers. The Lin family's convoy might not be able to fight together, so they died silently.
"I heard some noise in the temple in the middle of the night, so I climbed over the wall and came in to take a look. I saw them fighting with others. Didn't you hear such a loud noise?"
Lin Zhiyuan's face was full of disbelief, with an expression like "I know little, but don't lie to me."
"Then what's with the blood on your sword?"
"I met a few fake monks who were hiding and asked me to chop them up."
"Then who are they fighting with? Is the other group still there?"
"No more. I was hiding in the dark just now and saw them finish killing people, carry a box of things from the side hall, and fly away on a black hawk."
"You can fly away on a black hawk. How many of them are there?"
"There were only four people. I saw them killing the Luohan Temple group just like chopping melons and vegetables."
"I really didn't hear any sound, and I didn't see any birds rising or falling." Lin Zhiyuan murmured to himself, and looked at the front yard full of corpses through the crack in the door, and then pulled Du Kang back into the carriage circle.
"They fight for their goods. We only transport our own goods. We don't get involved in other people's feuds. We leave at dawn."
Du Kang's words frightened Lin Zhiyuan. Those who could easily kill Luohan Temple's group could naturally kill them. Naturally, he could hide as far as he could from such a thing.
If it weren't for the high risk of walking at night, he would have left here now.
"Nothing happens in Luohan Temple. We will continue to keep vigil tonight and leave at dawn." Lin Zhiyuan ordered the convoy after returning.
Back at the tent, Lin Zhiyuan wanted to ask for details, but Du Kang naturally used the same rhetoric. When he couldn't make it up, he just said that he didn't see it and fooled him.
"I have just seen it. There are not many living people in Luohan Temple now, and only a few women are still alive for them to play with. If you go in now, the harvest may be better than this one.
Shipping costs are high."
After listening to the story, Du Kang saw that Lin Zhiyuan was a little moved, and gave him one last word of advice before returning to his tent.
It doesn't matter whether Lin Zhiyuan believes this story or not, what matters is whether he wants to believe it or not.
The biggest advantage of Luohan Temple is already in his hands, but if he goes in and searches carefully, he can still scrape off a layer of oil and water. It depends on whether Lin Zhiyuan has the courage.
He found a bag in his stomach pouch, opened it, looked at it, and shook it in his hand before putting it back into his stomach pouch.
The bag contained silver scattered in the gambling game. Du Kang, who was diligent and frugal, naturally would not waste it. The blood-stained silver was collected by the Five Elements Demon Boy, adding up to more than four hundred taels.
As for the scattered copper plates, they were left at the scene, waiting for the arrival of the destined person.
As soon as he lay down on the carpet, with the five-element demon children flying around and keeping vigil, Du Kang slowly fell asleep. He finally got a good sleep tonight. I hope Lin Zhiyuan can sleep too.
Lin Zhiyuan really couldn't sleep. He looked at the gate of Luohan Temple, and in his mind was his father's earnest teachings before leaving home, and Du Kang's persuasion in his mind.
"Zhiyuan, my father is injured. I will leave it to you to transport goods to Tonggu County this time. This is your first time transporting goods alone. You must remember to be careful in your words and deeds. I don't ask for anything else, I just hope you can
Come back safely, if you encounter danger, just abandon this batch of goods, as long as you can come back."
"The people who wanted to fight have left. Now there is no one alive in Luohan Temple. The harvest from a search may be better than just a trip to collect goods."
Although the Lin family has a large business, it also has a lot of expenses, especially in the past two years, it has gradually been unable to make ends meet.
Thinking of his injured father, the difficulties at home, the windfall that was just around the corner, and the strangeness of the disaster at Luohan Temple tonight, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't sleep at all.