Main Text Chapter 945: The Abbot of Jingxin Temple

Bajie, who was hiding behind the window, also opened his mouth, and was also shocked. It was not that he had never seen dead people, and it was not that he had never seen skeletons before, but he had never seen such skinny and wrinkled things with moving heads. , the eyes sunken into the sockets are clearly black and white, but put together they can't tell how disgusting they are.

I uncovered the red gauze and suddenly saw something like this. It was quite scary to see it clearly in broad daylight. Many people took a breath of cold air. How could a living person become like this? What kind of monster is this?

The blood demon seemed to see something in everyone's eyes. He slowly raised his hands and looked at them. They were more chicken claws than chicken claws. Even she couldn't stand it. No matter whether it was a demon, a devil, or a woman, I love beauty.

She doesn't want to do this, but she has no choice. Otherwise, she will die. There is no mercy in life and death in the spiritual world. Everyone despises all living beings just to reach the top. Life is the most worthless thing, and those who survive are often cruel to others. , it’s not much better for myself, and I can’t survive without working hard.

There was a cold look in his eye sockets. He glanced at everyone and said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Am I ugly?"

"Ugly! What kind of monster are you?" Hu Lihua shouted with a knife.

"Ugly?" The blood demon laughed, with unconcealable anger in his smile. Suddenly, with a swipe, a streak of red silk came like lightning, like a tentacle.

Everyone was shocked, and Hu Lihua was even more panicked. The opponent's attack was so fast that she couldn't avoid it. She raised her knife to slash wildly, but the red silk shook her and knocked the knife away with a bang. His body tightened, and before he could realize what was going on, he was already tightened by the red silk and dragged over with a swipe.

In a blink of an eye. Hu Lihua was already standing face to face with the terrifying and disgusting blood demon. The gap in cultivation between the two sides was self-evident. Hu Lihua, who could not move, was terrified. He begged: "Spare my life...save me!" The latter sentence was shouted to his own people.

The blood demon turned his palm and held out a blood gourd with a blood bat stuffed in the mouth of the gourd. Just like the blood gourd destroyed by Miao Yi back then.

The bat was not a decoration, but a living creature. It turned its head and showed its white teeth and "squeaked" twice. Then it suddenly shot out like lightning. The fangs directly made a bloody gash on Hu Lihua's neck, and the red silk tightly cut the bat. After tightening his grip, a blood arrow spurted out from Hu Lihua's neck.

The blood gourd obviously has a suction force, and there is no leakage. Collect all the blood spurting from Hu Lihua's neck. The blood on Hu Lihua's neck kept spurting out, and the blood gourd kept absorbing it. Hu Lihua shivered and shriveled up at a visible speed, and the blood bats flew and circled in the air.

Everyone was horrified, but no one dared to step forward to save them. They watched Hu Lihua's life passing by. Because of the seventh-grade golden lotus that appeared between the blood demon's brows, there was not a single golden lotus monk among the others present. Lan Ye, the master with the highest cultivation level, It's only the sixth grade of Purple Lotus.

Bajie, who was hiding behind the window, remained silent and looked back behind him. He wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to. He really had no chance of escaping in the hands of someone with such a level of cultivation.

"Retreat!" Lan Ye, the head of the house, suddenly shouted. Everyone immediately fled in all directions like frightened birds.

Swish, swish, swish! Immediately, dozens of red silk threads were shot out from the blood demon, scattering in all directions, like an octopus covered with tentacles. It was as simple as reaching into a bag to retrieve objects. It grabbed the people flying in the air one by one, and in an instant, they pulled them back to the blood demon. Center, drag closer!

"Sir, have mercy on me..." A group of people exclaimed and begged for mercy.

But they saw the blood bats hovering in the air flashing through the crowd, quickly biting the blood vessels on everyone's necks. The blood demon's withered nose flapped twice and he used his sense of smell to take a sniff. His eyes fell on a man and a woman, whoosh. The two of them were suddenly dragged in front of her.

The mouth with dry white teeth opened, and two fountains of blood immediately spurted out from the necks of the man and woman, pouring directly into her mouth, and flowing into her belly.

A man and a woman shriveled up quickly, but the blood demon was plumping up at a visible speed. At the same time, the blood arrows on other people's necks also spurted out and were absorbed by the blood gourd.

Soon, the blood demon became charming again, and had returned to the way it was before the injury. She was a beautiful woman, but she couldn't compare with the terrifying appearance before. This situation was really weird.

Amid the wailing, Bajie, who was hiding behind the window, was trembling with fear. He put one hand in his mouth and bit it, not daring to look any further, and slowly squatted down.

Now he feels regret in his intestines. He found that the big world is really too dangerous. He regrets that he should not listen to his elder brother and run around. Now he doesn't dare to run even if he wants to. It's too obvious. With his cultivation level, he can't run around anymore. There is no way to escape from people's noses.

His eyes suddenly fell on the corpses of several monks who fell to the ground. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth. He seemed to have made some decision. Taking advantage of the screams and wailing outside, the guy quickly took out a dagger and wanted to shoot it. He stabbed himself twice, but after raising the dagger twice, he couldn't do it after all. He really couldn't do something like his elder brother chopped off his own thigh with a sword in Kongyan Mountain. He is a person who cherishes his life and has always been willing to die. A monk who is not a poor monk cannot do anything to abuse himself.

He quickly put away the dagger, quickly took out a chain and tied himself up, then quietly fell into a pool of blood next to the body, and then cast a spell to seal his own cultivation, looking as if he had been caught and controlled. Lie there and wait for the judgment of fate to see if you can get through it.

The screams in the courtyard finally died down, strips of red silk were retracted from all directions, and a human body that looked like the blood demon fell to the ground. The blood demon swept the blood gourd in a circle, not sparing a single corpse. All of them were collected into the blood gourd. Even the corpses of the monks were not wasted.

Re-refining the Blood Demon Formation requires many lives, but these are all needed.

The blood demon, who had returned to his original appearance, glanced around with his bright eyes, sniffed the smell of blood coming from the hall, and ducked into the hall, followed by the blood bats. Seeing several corpses in the main hall, he took a look at the blood gourd and took them in instantly.

Then he followed the smell of blood and walked into the side hall with a blood gourd. He glanced around and was startled. He saw a monk tied up among the corpses of several monks. It was obviously different from the gray cloth robes of other monks. The moon is white and still alive.

Bajie looked up at her and sighed: "Amitabha, I, Jingxin Temple, have nothing to do with the world. You orchids can raise their butcher's knives high. Aren't you afraid of going to Abi Hell?"

He was actually panicking in his heart, but he had mastered the sanctimonious kung fu to the point where he was unrivaled in the world. This talent was beyond the reach of ordinary people, so he was very calm on the outside.

The blood demon couldn't understand what he was saying, but he could tell that the monk belonged to this temple. At least the bald head was not newly shaved. Without saying anything, he glanced at the blood gourd. Several corpses around Bajie sucked the blood gourd together and dragged them in his palm. The blood bats flew over and blocked the mouth of the gourd. They turned their hands and collected the blood gourd.

Immediately, he waved his sleeves and cast a spell to pull Bajie up. After seeing Bajie's front face clearly, the blood demon was stunned, and his eyes even flashed with surprise. What a handsome monk, especially the holy and extraordinary one. His refined temperament makes him feel relaxed physically and mentally just by looking at him. Letting his monk's robes stained red with blood is simply blasphemy...

"Donor, if you want to kill me, kill me. Don't think about this poor monk doing evil for your Orchid Society." Bajie sighed softly.

The blood demon who was staring at him came back to his senses, stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder. After casting a spell to check, he found that someone had blocked his cultivation level, so he slapped Bajie on the chest with his palm and rushed away with great force. , then tore off the chain that bound Bajie and threw it to the ground. He stared at Bajie and said calmly: "I am not from the Orchid Society. On my way here, I saw someone doing evil and desecrating the Buddhist holy land, so I took action to clean it up."

It's a lie to clean up, but it's true that she generally doesn't go against people in heaven and Buddhism. Unless it's necessary and no other way, people on these two sides will easily kick the iron plate and cause big trouble and they won't be able to escape.

"Amitabha, I have met a female Bodhisattva." Bajie thanked him with his hands folded, "How good! How good!"

This compliment made the blood demon a little uncomfortable. He couldn't count how much blood was on his hands, but it was still the first time he was treated as a Bodhisattva. He asked, "Who is the master?"

Bajie replied: "Bajie, a poor monk, is the abbot of this Jingxin Temple."

"So it's the host..." The blood demon nodded. No wonder his clothes looked more special than the ordinary monks in this temple. However, he looked suspicious and asked, "Why does the master smell of alcohol?"

Bajie's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no, how could he have forgotten that he drank so much just now?"

However, his expression did not change, his heart did not beat, and he said helplessly: "The Orchid Flower Congregation wanted to force the poor monk to join in their evil deeds, but the poor monk refused, so they fed him wine and stuffed him with meat, so that he could break the precepts and join in the evil deeds. Little did they know. To the poor monk, these are just wine and meat passing through the intestines, but the Lord Buddha keeps them in his heart!"

"Thank you, Master!" The blood demon smiled and nodded. After saying this, she felt a little weird. How could she say complimentary words to this monk?

Bajie passed her by calmly and came to the main hall outside. When he saw the four sets of bowls and chopsticks on the wine table, his brows jumped. He quickly walked to the table to block the view behind him and said with his hands together. After apologizing, he waved his hand and collected all the things on the table.

Turning to look at the incomplete Buddha statue high above, he put his hands together and chanted for a while, the "Pingxin Sutra" of the Eight Sutras.

The last trace of wariness in the blood demon who was following him disappeared, and he was sure that this was a real monk. At least he would not be able to recite the sutras so smoothly if he had not recited them for many years. He could not be faked temporarily.

Then Bajie left the main hall and walked around the temple to check. He was familiar with the temple. The blood demon who followed him was even more sure that Bajie was indeed from this temple.

After looking around, there was no one in sight. Bajie walked out of the temple gate, looked at the plaque of 'Jingxin Temple' on the door, and sighed: "Is there not a single living person left?"

The blood demon stood not far away and looked at him quietly, with peace in his heart, forgetting all the grudges... (To be continued)

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