Chapter 65 Weird Murals, Night Fighting Monster Temple
"Amitabha."
Standing in the center in front of the Buddha, the kind-hearted Dharma Master shouted the Buddha's name to break the silence.
"You are all noble sons and daughters in the human kingdom. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be able to enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of your life. Why do you come to my Yeguo Temple to find out your roots and be aggressive?"
Although the seven people in the county were speechless, their eyes revealed their thoughts at this moment.
There is fear, uneasiness, and anger.
Among them, Zhuo Mengyuan's expression is naturally the most complex, with guilt, unwillingness, anger... just to name a few.
The solemn and solemn monk Faxin looked at Zhuo Mengyuan and said in a deep voice: "The female benefactor guessed it right. Your brother Zhuo Sanlang and one of his companions are indeed imprisoned in our Yeguo Temple. So far,
It’s already half a month.”
Fang Ziqi's eyes lit up, while Wang Shuang and Zhao Haizhou all looked shocked.
Zhuo Mengyuan's eyes turned red instantly, and an anxious look emerged from her eyes.
Faxin sighed, clasped his palms together, and whispered the Buddha's name.
"I am ashamed. The young monk and others do not want to treat Zhuo Sanlang like this. However, in order to preserve our temple and revive our Buddha, I have no choice but to compromise with those evil people. Please forgive me, Amitabha."
The muscles around Zhuo Mengyuan's eyes were trembling violently, and her eyes were full of urgency and pleading.
"The female donor wants to ask if he is still alive and where he is now. Why can't you find him after so long?"
When Fa Xin said this, he couldn't help but sigh, and a trace of pity appeared on his face.
The person who answered his words was Senior Brother Dharma Zhi, who stood under the lamp with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
He smiled and raised his arms, pointing to the long mural on the side.
"Everyone, please see, the place where Zhuo Sanlang was imprisoned is exactly where you and others are going. Nuo, have you seen it? He is right next to the big pear tree."
Zhuo Mengyuan followed the direction of Fazhi's finger and her eyes fell on the mural.
In the southwest corner of the mural, there is a pear tree.
The trees are covered with large yellow-orange pears.
The woman under the tree seemed to suddenly realize that her companion was missing after picking pears. She turned around and looked surprised.
He saw that his companion was bitten on the thigh by a giant purple snake that jumped out from nowhere and was dragged into the river. He struggled desperately, but could not get rid of it. His entire face was submerged in the river... It was Zhuo Sanlang.
Women's anxiety.
The ferocity of the snake demon.
Including the pain and despair of Zhuo Sanlang drowning in the water, everything is vividly presented in the mural.
In the silent hall, the lights hissed and everyone was silent.
The aura of despair lingers everywhere.
Snap!
A tear fell to the ground along the corner of Zhuo Mengyuan's eyes.
"Brother!"
Zhuo Mengyuan finally couldn't help it. She stretched out her hand to grab the mural and cried out.
All the monks in the hall, including Fa Xin and Fa Zhi, looked surprised.
Seeing this, Fang Ziqi stopped acting.
He suddenly pulled off the grass rope between his nose, quickly took out the white linen bag, grabbed a handful of green medicinal powder, muttered something in his mouth, danced with his arms, and sprinkled it on the other five county princes one by one.
"Hiss..."
The medicinal powder quickly ignited in the air, connected together one by one, and melted into a blue light group in an instant, sinking into the bodies of the five people in the county.
The bodies of the five people trembled and shook violently, and not long after, they were able to move.
Wang Shuang rubbed his numb arms, and then looked at Fang Ziqi with confusion: "What's going on? How can you and Mengyuan be fine?"
Fang Ziqi hesitated for a moment and said, "I felt something was wrong tonight, so Mengyuan and I took herbs that could break the witchcraft in advance."
Zhuo Mengyuan also turned around at this time, with red eyes and bowed deeply to everyone: "Everything was Mengyuan's idea. Don't blame Ziqi, blame me if you want."
Zhao Haizhou's face was pale and he looked forward: "Stop talking nonsense, deal with these demonic monks first, and I will settle the score with you two later!"
"That's all, just don't hide it from me next time."
"Ziqi, you can do it, you are really good at magic!"
While they were talking, the seven people had already retreated into a circle.
Wang Shuang and Zhao Haizhou snatched long wooden sticks from the hands of the believers who were standing beside the painting wall, and stared at the monks opposite with vigilance, but their legs and feet could not help but tremble slightly.
Zhuo Mengyuan took out a whistle wrapped in deerskin and blew it hard to call for help from the guards ambushing outside the temple.
"Ziqi, your spells are so powerful, this time it all depends on you!"
"Yes, eliminate demons and protect the Tao, and kill all these demonic monks."
"It seems that Meng Yuan said before that you had captured Yasha, it's all true!"
Listening to the expectant voices of his companions, Fang Ziqi did not show any trace of pride, his face was as dark as water, and his eyes were focused.
He moved very quickly, like a butterfly piercing a flower, constantly twisting out the medicinal powder from the bag and scattering it in the air, while silently reciting the incantation.
The medicinal powder was flying in circles in the air, getting brighter and brighter, hissing and burning.
After seven or eight circles, it turned into a green fiery snake, about three feet wide and more than five feet long. It breathed flames from its mouth and its whole body was emitting gleaming light, just like a fairy snake descending from heaven to the human world.
"fight!"
Fang Ziqi uttered a curse, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he waved his hand and pointed forward.
The long green snake burst into flames, let out a harsh roar, and flew towards the monks of Yeguo Temple who were standing in front of the Buddha in the main hall.
Wherever the fire snake reaches, the air is like the sea surface that has been rolled over by a giant ship, exposing a large area of traces scattered to both sides.
Then there were the monks such as Fazhi and Faxin, all of them were stunned, standing upright in front of the Buddha, as if they were frightened.
The hearts of Wang Shuang, Zhao Haizhou and others were surging, and their eyes towards Fang Ziqi became more and more different, with a hint of respect.
At this moment, a burst of laughter came from in front of the Buddha.
At the edge of the monks, the little novice Zhanyou didn't move, but the corners of his lips raised in an exaggerated way.
The strange thing is that he is obviously smiling, but he can't feel any smile.
"How dare you show off your power here even though you are just a beginner in illusion arts? Do you really think we don't know that you two sneak out every night?"
Fazhi sighed: "That's all, Zhanyou, give them a ride."
"yes."
Zhan You walked out in response, but his body suddenly sank and sank into the ground.
When he got out again, he was directly in front of the green fire snake.
He still has a human body under his neck, but his head has completely changed into a different shape. It is no longer the head of a monk, but turned into a black lumpy plant.
Lush and hard branches and leaves sprouted from Zhanyou's "top of the head" and became dense in an instant, more than three feet high, like a big mouth with entangled branches and leaves, biting a fire snake.
Whoosh!
The black wind swept over and enveloped me.
The green fire snake didn't even put up the slightest resistance, and was quickly extinguished, turning into tarnished powder, falling from mid-air, and spreading all over the ground, like a decayed snake bone.
The black wind continued unabated and headed towards Fang Ziqi.
Fang Ziqi was also thrown away, the medicine bag spilled, and his body hit the wall hard and slid to the ground.
"Ziqi!"
Zhuo Mengyuan and others ran over in a hurry.
Zhao Haizhou did not forget to pick up the medicine bag on the ground.
The strange thing was that neither Zhan You nor the other monks had any intention of stopping him.
"Ziqi, are you okay?" Zhuo Mengyuan asked worriedly.
Fang Ziqi stood up unsteadily: "No...it doesn't matter."
Wang Shuang looked anxious: "Were you careless just now? You have to be serious next time."
Zhan You's feminine laughter echoed in the hall.
"Giggle, it's interesting. A martial arts apprentice who barely succeeded in 'medicine' and didn't even reach 'qi sense', but luckily broke my body-fixing technique, so he dared to attack me. Fang Ziqi, you
Aren't you ready to tell them the truth? Can you really capture a Yaksha?"
Fang Ziqi's Adam's apple was twitching and his face was pale.
Under the expectant gazes of Zhuo Mengyuan, Zhao Haizhou and others, Fang Ziqi's long-held composure finally collapsed.
His face trembled, his eyes wavered, and then he lowered his head.
"I, I really don't know... these demon monks are so powerful... Sorry Mengyuan, what I caught back then was just a weak hanged ghost that had just died. It turns out... I'm not as strong as I thought..."
At the end of the sentence, there was a hint of crying in Fang Ziqi's voice.