Chapter 307 Temple

The little monk died, no doubt, in front of the mantis, in the hands of the angry lotus, but his body was still shaking, looking a little weird, the angry lotus stuck to the little monk's face, up and down, not only devouring his flesh and blood, but also undergoing his first baptism, the baptism of birth.

After a while, the already thin little monk turned into a mummy, skinny, with a withered face, his two eyeballs shrunken slightly because of the sucking, and his tongue shrunk to the size of a thumb, the angry lotus sucked it thoroughly.

The angry lotus fell to the ground, got off the little monk's face, flashed, and returned to the top of the mantis's head. The mantis didn't even look at the dead little monk, the stone slab under his feet cracked, and with a bang, he flew into the sky, higher and higher, higher and higher, and finally flew into the clouds again, swept by the gust of wind, and disappeared in the south direction.

Inside the temple, the mummy monk suddenly stood up, his shrunken eyeballs rolled around, and then suddenly stood still, deep in his eye sockets, he slowly raised his hands, picked up the undamaged broom beside him, waved his hands, and began to clean up.

In a moment, the mess was cleaned up, and the mummy monk picked up the broken pieces of the Buddha statue on the ground, piled them together, and piled them according to the broken lines, and actually restored half of the Buddha statue in tatters.

With his hands clasped together and his legs bent, the mummy monk seemed to have never died, sitting upright on the Buddha hall. In front of the Buddha statue, he picked up the small wooden hammer on the ground and placed the wooden fish in front of him.

Dong!

Dong!

He knocked the wooden fish one by one.

As the mummy monk knocked, his figure gradually became smaller. In fact, if you look closely, you can see that the mummy monk is not getting smaller, but his whole body is slowly sinking into the ground.

The quiet Buddhist temple floor was like a pool of still water, and the little mummy monk was like duckweed on the still water. One day, he would lose his footing under the water and gradually sink to the bottom of the water. This was the case with the little mummy monk at the moment. He would gradually sink to the ground.

Soon, the only head of the mummy monk left in the Buddhist temple was a lifeless head, with dry eyes and a dry mouth. He was still reciting the Book of Poetry over and over again, and the small wooden hammer for hitting the fish also fell to the side.

The magical thing was that when the little mummy monk continued to sink to the ground, the half-finished Buddha statue began to grow out of thin air, starting from the bottom, repairing the gap of the stone statue little by little, and then to the upper body of the Buddha statue behind. When the little mummy monk had only a head left, the Buddha statue was also repaired almost completely, except for the head of the angry Buddha statue that had not been repaired.

The head of the mummy monk sank into the ground and disappeared. There was no trace of him in the entire Buddhist hall. Instead, at the same time, the Buddha statue actually grew a head. The material of the stone statue was uniform in thickness. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell that this head was not the angry Vajra of the previous Buddha statue. If you looked closely, you would be shocked.

The head of the Buddha statue was exactly the same as that of the mummy monk when he was alive.

"Puff!"

The angry lotus of Buddhism held by the angry Vajra in both hands suddenly bloomed, lifelike, like a real angry lotus. In the clouds, the angry lotus on the top of the mantis's head felt the same and also released a burst of colorful mist. It shook gently. At the same time, the angry lotus in the hands of the Vajra in the temple also shook, reflecting each other from a distance, shining brightly.

With a bang, the door of the temple closed, and a gurgling Yin Qi emanated from it. It was not an ordinary monk, and it was impossible to find the abnormality of this temple.

The small temple on the hilltop that had lasted for many years came to an end at this moment. From now on, it will no longer be a Buddhist place that carries people's incense, but more like an open nine-nether hell. Once someone sets foot in it, it must be a purgatory, and be devoured by this insect temple until there is no bone left.

Angry Lotus Insects, devouring all living things.

Staring at each other.

Even if Chu Fan knew the true identity of Hou Qitian at this time, he could not immediately connect him with the chief of the Thunder Ape tribe. This guy is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, and has a bad taste.

If Chu Fan was not an opponent, he would definitely fight with his fists and feet, and beat the other party to a pulp, with a swollen nose and face.

Hou Qitian smiled and stared at Chu Fan. Chu Fan had no choice but to succumb to the power and sighed: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have no loss. I will settle this account with you later." In the end, he even did not forget to say a few harsh words, after all, the power of words does not cost a single soldier.

Hou Qitian suddenly stopped laughing and asked in a low voice: "What about Interrett? Why didn't he come out with you?"

Chu Fan glanced at the Phoenix clan elder beside him, and Hou Qitian nodded, indicating that he could continue.

So Chu Fan roughly talked about how he met Interrett in the Thunder Pond territory, how the two of them entered the Thunder Pearl without knowing it on the round platform, and then he waited for Interrett for two days, but he didn't see him come out of the Thunder Pearl.

Hearing this, Hou Qitian frowned and glanced at the Black Phoenix clan elder beside him. The elder shook his head and said in a hoarse voice: "I have never seen any other Thunder Ape enter the tribe. I think they have not come out of the Thunder Pearl yet."

Hou Qitian nodded and agreed with this statement, but he was still confused. He turned his head to look at Hou Ping'er, "Has there ever been a situation in history where someone could not come out after entering the Thunder Pearl?"

Hou Ping'er shook her head and said firmly: "I have never heard of such a statement before."

At this time, Hou Qitian's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he murmured to himself: "Then if we keep waiting, we should come out of the thunder bead in one day at the latest. Why did it take so long? Or should we say, appear?" What's the accident?"

Chu Fan remained silent and suddenly said: "Clan leader, isn't Interret also from the Thunder Ape tribe?"

Speech is respectful and differentiated.

Hou Qitian seemed to have heard something funny, and the sadness in his eyebrows suddenly disappeared, and he said: "Doesn't your boy have a persecution delusion? One person like me is enough, but two more are needed? Isn't that funny?"

Chu Fan murmured in his heart, isn't that just funny?

Hou Qitian understood Chu Fan's thoughts and did not expose them. This was the anger that others should have in their hearts. If he had been teased this time, he would not have swallowed his anger like Chu Fan. At least it would have shaken the earth and made a big splash.

Of course, that was me decades ago. Now, as the leader of a clan, there are some things I can think about but not do, and some things I can’t think about or do.

Watching Chu Fan's eyes sweep back and forth over the elder of the Black Phoenix tribe, Hou Qitian realized that the wind rope on the other person's body had not been untied, so he turned to look at the elder of the Black Phoenix tribe and said respectfully: "I'm sorry."

Elder Black Phoenix didn't say much. He nodded and moved his fingers. Suddenly, the wind rope imprisoned on Chu Fan turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.