Wang Quan, three people and Gao Shan stood in front of the old tree. Behind them was the vibrant old tree, and the fruit hanging from its roots that turned completely blood red, as if it would drip water at any time.
"Master..." Wang Quan's expression kept changing as he looked at the young monk opposite him who seemed to have completely changed.
To say that the one who is most familiar with Xiaoseng here is definitely him.
From the first time he was brought here by his father when he was 12 years old, he saw the magic and powerful strength of the young monk.
It was also at that time that he began to become interested in the rumored 'Ancient Martial Arts'.
But the 'secret book' that he spent a lot of money to find was not as powerful as he imagined at all, even the so-called holy land was the same.
Until one day, he ran up the mountain alone, knelt in front of the young monk and begged him to teach him kung fu...
"You don't need to be a disciple. How much you can learn depends on your luck." The young monk rubbed his head, and his smile was still imprinted in his mind.
The spiritual energy was revived, and Wang Quan was able to achieve what he is today entirely because he had already been exposed to this mysterious world.
Seriously speaking, he already regarded the young monk as his master in his heart, and he had sympathy for his father and son... although the other party never admitted it.
"Get out of the way!" The young monk seemed to have lost his patience, and the smile on his face gradually faded, while the strange aura on his body became more solemn.
At the same time, the 'blood fruit' hanging on the roots of the old tree also struggled even more fiercely.
But then a shocking scene happened. The newly grown green branches on the tree crown quickly extended, falling like ropes and wrapping around the 'blood fruit'.
"Is this a spirit?" Although he was aware of the magic of the old tree, Gao Shan's eyes widened at this performance.
"You beast!" The old tree's actions angered the young monk, and his young and clear face became hateful. He clenched his fists and struck forward through the air.
boom!
Violent shocks resounded in the temple. Gao Shan, who was standing in front of the old tree, felt a surge in his chest and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Wang Quan also took out the long sword hanging on his waist, gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, held the sword in front of him with his left palm, and moved back a few steps.
Iron Tower crossed his arms in front of him, and the arms facing the young monk all turned red, faintly blue and dim.
However, because Phoenix was hiding behind the tower, he didn't seem to have any obvious injuries.
"Has this guy always been such a pervert?" Gao Shan patted his chest hard and spat out another mouthful of blood. Gao Shan finally felt that he could speak again.
The blood congestion was stuck in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"You haven't seen anything more perverted." Wang Quan said with an ugly expression.
"..." Okay, pretend he didn't ask.
Will there be a return ticket? I also have a pet at home. If I haven’t fed it for a few months, I’m afraid it will starve to death. I have to go back in a hurry.
A few people were thinking about countermeasures when they saw the corner of the young monk's mouth curled up slightly, and then something passed by and landed in his hand.
"That fruit!" Seeing the bloody fruit in his hand, Gao Shan instinctively stretched out his hand to grab it, but luckily Wang Quan stopped him.
If he really rushed forward, he would probably be lying down by now.
"The game is over." The young monk held up the blood fruit with his palm and said a little boredly; "Although I am looking forward to seeing surprises, I have to say that your performance disappointed me... If we can meet again next time, I hope
Your strength can improve."
As he spoke, the little monk's body floated up, as if he were an immortal riding on the wind.
"Uncle Master, don't leave, don't leave us behind."
"Master Zuzu, there is me, there is me!"
"Master, I am Ciyuan, your favorite Ciyuan!"
A group of monks in the temple who were awakened by the noise were crying and shouting. Looking at their fanatical eyes, they probably wanted to be taken along to become immortals.
The young monk standing in the air took a deep look at the building and his disciples at his feet, and said with compassion: "You follow me to practice. Although your talents are limited, you are full of sincerity.
I am leaving today, for the sake of your sincerity, are you willing to follow me?"
"Yes, yes."
"Uncle Master, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life."
"Me too, me too..."
The monks who were kneeling on the ground stood up, raised their hands and stretched their necks, waiting impatiently.
"Very good." The young monk nodded with satisfaction.
"No...a bunch of idiots." Sensing the aura emanating from his raised hands, Gao Shan cursed and swayed his legs but stayed in place.
He really didn't have the confidence to fight the opponent head-on. His body was already in a mess right now, and there was no need to save him again.
Besides, haven’t you seen that Shangguan and Wang Quan, who represent the official government, are watching with cold eyes?
If other people's authority doesn't take action, why is he just trying to make soy sauce?
"Ah, it's the Buddha's light, this is the Buddha's light." A faint golden star floated down from the sky, making the monks below even more crazy, tapping their feet and jumping up and down in an attempt to reach those Buddha's lights.
"Haha, I caught it." A monk caught the rice-like Buddha's light and watched it melt into the palm of his hand, his body trembling with excitement.
But soon the trembling turned into convulsions, and then the monk opened his mouth with a blue face, but fell to the ground without saying anything.
Woo woo woo...
A person who was fine just now will now start to sway like an epilepsy, with the blue color on his face spreading along his neck to his body.
"Ah~"
"No, help..."
One after another, people who encountered Venus fell down, twitching wildly, and faint blue spots appeared on their faces and quickly spread to their whole bodies.
Gao Shan observed carefully and found that the stronger the body, the faster the attack and the more severe the trembling.
The tall monk was the first to reach Venus. His neck was already wide open, and blood was pouring out like a fountain. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
Tear it apart...
The whole head was torn from the neck, and the body twitched violently for several seconds before slowing down. This is a scene that even horror movies would not dare to shoot like this.
"Congratulations on your escape from extreme suffering and complete transcendence!" The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed in the name of the Buddha. The scene was cruel and strange.
"Monk!" Fenghuang cursed in a low voice, and at the same time raised his head to look at Wang Quan's back. Even though he knew he was outmatched, he just let the opponent go like this, which was not his style.
"Since he is a demon monk...it seems that he must find a way to keep him!" With a sword in his hand, Wang Quan no longer hesitated in his eyes.
Previously, he had never wanted to believe that the once kind, peaceful, and wise little master had really turned into a murderous executioner.
But what happened before him forced him to accept this fact.
"You want to stop me?" Xiao Monk's figure that was floating outwards stopped and looked back at Wang Quan with a sly smile.
"Yes, is it strange?" Wang Quan lowered his head and walked forward, saying as he walked: "Since you have become a monster, let me cut off your head with my own hands.
This way, you can at least keep your disguise in my memory."