Chapter 268 A Visitor to the Mountain Temple at Night

Such a strange thought suddenly occurred to me, and I was stunned even if I could stop it. But after thinking about it carefully, I think it is somewhat reasonable.

He hurriedly opened the door and asked the disciples passing by: "Have the disciples who returned to the temple reported the news left?"

After thinking about it, the disciple saluted and said, "Uncle Master, you have been gone for half an hour. Do you want me to chase you back now?"

Let’s go, forget it. Neng Zhi shook his head slightly and said in a low voice: "No need, I just suddenly had an idea of ​​my own. Since I've left, forget it. I might as well think about it some more."

After closing the door, he still felt a little pity, but the person was already gone and it was hard to chase after him. Then he murmured: "I have no choice but to send a letter tomorrow."

Outside the mountain temple is a lush forest. The moonlight is good tonight. Although the moon is missing, fortunately there are no dark clouds to cover it. The moonlight falls on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, mottled.

Under a big tree, an old woman wearing a maroon shroud sat. Her white hair is combed neatly and meticulously. Although her face is wrinkled, it can be seen from her expression that she was a beauty when she was young.

The left hand holds a wooden ring with a small bell attached to it. The wind blows and the bell jingles, which is very hypnotic.

The old woman admired the moon quietly, not caring at all about the wooden stick rolling back and forth leaning against the chair.

Behind him, a masked man in black walked quickly, bowed his waist and saluted: "As expected, my mother is very good at predicting things. There are indeed a few bald donkeys out. It seems that they are going back to report the news. Should we stop them halfway?"

"No need. Let a few people go back. They are lucky." The old woman said calmly.

The man in black nodded, turned and left. After he left, the old woman stood up with a wooden stick and looked at the mountain temple not far away.

Hearing a slight sound behind her, the old woman frowned slightly. Turning around and seeing the person coming, she smiled and said joyfully: "Sister is back? Is everything going well?"

There were two people walking on the fallen leaves. The one walking in front was also an old woman, wearing the same shroud, but the color was bright red, with peonies embroidered with gold and silver threads. Under the moonlight, the metal light on the shroud flashed.

The masked man walking behind the old woman was carrying a large bow. It is the Wusheng Old Mother and the Archer.

The archer stopped first and said hello respectfully: "Send hello to Mother Wuji."

"Oh? Sister, who is this?" Wuji's old mother walked two small steps forward, leaning on her wooden stick, and asked curiously.

Wu Sheng's old mother waved her hand and explained: "Sister, don't worry, this is Old Ghost Li's disciple."

Then the topic changed and he asked: "How is it? Are all our people here?"

"Everyone is here, and the clothes have been changed." Mother Wuji nodded, and asked in a slow and calm tone: "When are we going to do it? The puppies below can hardly wait."

"It's an ugly moment. Let's admire the moon, and we'll take action when the angry old man comes."

"good."

The moon gradually rose in the sky, time passed bit by bit, and soon it was midnight. At this time, there was a "rustling" sound in the woods, and a black shadow floated over instantly.

The two old women looked at each other and smiled, lamenting that this old ghost has not changed at all, and makes a huge noise every time he appears. Wu Sheng's old mother said angrily: "Come down quickly, angry old ghost. We have known each other for almost sixty years. There is no point in pretending to be a ghost to scare people."

When the rustling stopped, a person fell from the tree. The man chuckled and said, "Hahaha, I'm here. Oh! Old Ghost Li's baby is here too! It's not easy to make Old Ghost Li let go! The Wusheng Old Mother deserves to be the Wusheng Old Mother!"

The old mother Wu Sheng did not give in humbly, but just smiled and said, "Let's... do it?"

"Do it!"

The visitor shouted loudly, borrowed his energy to rise into the air, and pressed his majestic energy directly towards the mountain temple. The other two people jumped into the air one after another, following closely behind. The archer jumped up to the big tree, took off the big bow from his back, and wandered around the perimeter.

On the couch in the meditation room, Neng Zhi, who was chanting sutras silently with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and gently twirled the beads in his hands. An uneasy feeling slowly emerged in my heart, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly released his true energy. As the true energy continued to spread, his face became increasingly ugly. In his perception, three waves of tyrannical Qi flew towards him very quickly, and their target was the mountain temple where he was.

"No!" Neng Zhi was shocked, got down to the ground, put on his shoes, and hurriedly opened the door and went out.

When the disciples outside the door saw Neng Zhi come out, they all saluted and said, "Uncle Master, are you okay?"

Maybe Zhi ignored it, looked around with sharp eyes, and shouted loudly: "An enemy is coming! Go and ring the bell, go!"

Before the disciples could react, three people fell from the sky. The two of them stood on the eaves of the roof, and finally the man holding a wooden stick landed on the top of the tower.

After the three of them stood firm, they narrowed their eyes and looked at everyone mockingly. The angry old ghost smiled and said: "There is no need to waste time like ringing the bell. It is easier to write a suicide note and ask for the Buddha's blessing."

The disciples on the ground didn't recognize the three of them and thought they were some arrogant people. They all had angry expressions on their faces and couldn't help but scold them.

"The madmen leave quickly, the pure land of Buddhism, An Rong and others are so unbridled!"

"You're talking arrogantly! Buddhism doesn't teach you about killing, so leave quickly!"

"Leave quickly, you and other fanatics cannot bear the wrath of Buddha!"

The disciples don't know it, but they can only know it. The first time he saw the three people, he recognized the identity of two of them and hurriedly yelled, "Shut up! You are no match for them. Get down and find a chance to run away!"

There was a heavy sadness in his tone. Forget about the two little masters, their cultivation is still above him. Judging from this situation, it will be difficult to handle...

The faces of all the disciples were stunned, and they looked at Neng Zhi in surprise. Some of the smart ones had noticed something was wrong and hurriedly turned around and fled to the back door.

Unexpectedly, not long after these people pushed the door open and went out, screams came back. The expressions of the others changed drastically and they looked at each other.

At this time, Wu Sheng's mother smiled faintly and asked Neng Zhi: "What? I haven't seen you for so many years, and you don't recognize me, mother?"

The expression on Nengzhi's face remained unchanged, "I know you, of course I know you. How could you not know the old mother Wu Sheng of the Demon Cult? I just didn't expect you are not dead yet."

The old mother Wusheng was not annoyed, and said with disdain, "You guys are not dead, how can I, mother, be willing to die? By the way, why did Lantuo Temple send you here instead of Baoshu himself?"

The angry old ghost next to him laughed loudly and said in a certain tone: "Hey, you still don't know about that old bald donkey Baoshu? It's not the court's business, he is a dog, he doesn't care!"

After saying that, he pointed at Neng Zhi and said sarcastically: "The loyal big dog didn't come, but you, the little dog, volunteered to come to Jiangnan to seek death!"

"Today, I will fulfill your wish to sacrifice your life for righteousness!"