"Humph, you are sincere!"

Qi Jingzhi saw that this man's life was only for a moment, but he had no intention of repenting, so he extinguished the pity that had just arisen in his heart, and asked a second question: "What happened to the statue in the temple?"

thing?"

Perhaps it was because he was about to die and he had no worries at all. The young monk opened his eyes again and knew everything.

"That Taoist priest is not all a liar. After the little monk turned into a tiger, his five senses and mood changed greatly. He did have some extraordinary methods. He could see many things that were invisible before, and he could even turn the dead into ghosts.

Come and drive at will. A few days ago, the young monk encountered a strong enemy and escaped with his life. Because the tiger's skin was somewhat damaged, he finally regained some sanity."

"With this shred of sanity, the young monk escaped from Nangang and entered this temple by mistake. At that time, the closer I got to the main hall, the more disgust and fear I felt, as if there was my natural enemy inside. My

It had been several days since I had eaten a human being, and my human nature took over, so I had the idea of ​​getting rid of the tiger skin."

The young monk lying in a pool of blood spoke softly, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "So, the young monk walked into this hall without hesitation. As expected, the remaining divine power in the statue in this hall can indeed suppress the tiger skin!

"

"After that, I suffered in this temple for several days, and the skin finally began to fade away. But at this critical moment, the donor was attracted to this place by the old fox. Alas, after all, it was the young monk who committed too many sins.

If you are surrounded by bad karma, once the calamity comes, there will be no escape!"

Qi Jingzhi nodded and was about to speak when a crisp "click" sound suddenly came from behind him.

Then, one after another, countless "clicks" sounded in succession, converging into a deafening roar.

Qi Jingzhi jumped off the altar without hesitation, and then turned around to look.

I saw countless shocking cracks appearing on the headless statue!

These were densely packed like spider webs, and the silver light that originally covered the statue flickered like a candle in the wind.

The young monk also noticed the changes in the statue, and his expression changed several times, appearing quite complicated, with a mixture of regret, guilt, and fear, as well as a trace of resentment that he tried his best to conceal.

"When the young monk found this main hall, the two doors were as clean as new, but after just a few days they became tattered. Now even the statue of the god can't be saved! Alas, after today, this magnificent temple will be completely destroyed.

Deep in the mountains, the sins committed by this young monk cannot be redeemed even by death!"

"Do you know which deity is enshrined in this temple?" Qi Jingzhi immediately asked.

Hearing this, the young monk slowly shook his head: "I don't know, little monk."

"Hey! This person on the altar is obviously not a Buddha or a Bodhisattva. He may be an evil god. If he is destroyed, he will be destroyed. What kind of idle mind do you, a monk, have?"

Qi Jingzhi was too lazy to talk to this guy anymore and raised his head to watch the changes.

In just a moment, the original bright color of the headless statue quickly faded, and dense ugly mold spots sprouted. Then it fell apart in an instant, scattering into countless pieces of rotten wood, and a thick layer of wood was spread on the altar.

A thick layer.

"Huh? What is that?"

In the sky full of smoke and dust, Qi Jingzhi suddenly caught a long, dark object.

He put the sharp-edged sword back into its scabbard, jumped up to the altar again, rummaged through the pile of rotten wood with his hands, and soon found a long sword with a black sheath and a black handle.

Qi Jingzhi's eyes lit up, he held the handle of the knife with his right hand and slowly pulled it out.

"Zheng..."

The knife and the scabbard separated inch by inch, emitting a long and sweet trembling sound.

The knife is more than three feet long, with a dark green body and a shape like a wild goose feather. The spine of the knife is covered with scale-like dark golden textures. The blade is cold and snowy, and the light can tell people.

The young man raised the knife in front of his eyes, took a closer look, and saw a six-character inscription on the blade near the handle.

"The blue sky is high and the yellow earth is thick..."

He recited it aloud, then turned the blade over, and saw that there was indeed an inscription on the other side, but it was eight words: "The moon is cold and the sun is warm, let's fry the life..."

"The blue sky is high, the yellow earth is thick, the moon is cold and the sun is warm, come and fry the life!"

Qi Jingzhi savored these fourteen words carefully and understood that they were lamenting the fleeting nature of time and the shortness of life. However, he was still young and did not have a deep understanding, so he just read it once and did not take it to heart.

He held the knife in his hand and waved it twice casually, but when he saw the golden scales flying into the air and the cold light dazzling, it turned out to be extremely smooth.

Qi Jingzhi was a little happy to get this sharp weapon by accident. He was so excited that he casually chopped down the pile of wood in front of him with his knife.

I don't know whether it was because the blade was too sharp or because the wood was rotten, but the long knife swung down with no hesitation, almost knocking the unprepared young man down.

"Sure enough, the sword is really good! You have been hidden in the statue for I don't know how many years, and I couldn't wait to be born as soon as I came. It shows that our fate is really not shallow!"

Qi Jingzhi read the inscription on the sword again, thought about it carefully, and said with a smile: "From today on, your name will be... Jian Ren Shou!"

After saying that, the young man jumped off the altar with satisfaction, and saw that the young monk had struggled to hold up half of his body and was turning his head to look in the direction of the palace door.

The expression on his face was ferocious, and besides the fear, there was also gnashing hatred. He murmured: "They are coming... They are coming..."

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi frowned and asked aloud: "Who is coming?"

The young monk was still staring in the direction of the palace door, smiling bleakly and uttering two words: "Ghost!"

"Huh? Didn't you say they were all burned to death?"

"It's not the ordinary dead spirits driven by the transformation of the little monk, but... the real ghosts! They discovered me as soon as the divine power in this hall dissipated!"

"I just praised you for your honesty, but I didn't expect you to hide a lot of details. You really deserve to die!"

Qi Jingzhi cursed, placed the scabbard against the altar, held Jian Renshou in his right hand, and walked to the entrance of the hall in a few steps.

Under the stone steps in front of the temple, I don’t know when there were people standing silently.

Among them, there are those who wear official uniforms, hold official seals, have Taoist robes, hold whisks, some wear iron armor and hold steel swords, some wear costumes, and hold pipa...

There were more than a dozen shadowy figures, old and young, male and female, all different in height, short, fat, and thin, but they all had black faces and cold expressions, and they looked like strangers.

What is particularly horrifying is that the evil spirit mentioned by these young monks is actually standing in broad daylight, and does not shy away from Qi Jingzhi, a living person.

As soon as the young man holding the knife appeared at the entrance of the palace, they suddenly raised their heads and looked over.

Stung by these dozens of cold gazes, Qi Jingzhi's scalp tightened and goosebumps appeared on his back.

However, he quickly realized that these ghosts were not looking at him, but at the Jian Ren Shou in his hand.

"We are outnumbered and the enemy is outnumbered. We must not be blocked in the hall by these ghosts!"

Qi Jingzhi composed himself, crossed the threshold without hesitation, and walked to the platform in front of the hall.

As soon as he moved, a dozen ghosts outside the hall also started to move.

I saw them ducking to both sides, revealing the two short figures standing at the end.

They were two boys in Tsing Yi, less than three feet in length. Although their facial features and body shape were human-like, their bodies were all green and filled with evil spirits.

The two boys worked together to hold a ferocious tiger skin. The large burnt black area on the back of the tiger skin was very eye-catching.

Among them, the boy holding the tiger's head said sharply: "Zen Master made it difficult for us to find him!"

Another boy said: "Master, come and get dressed. With this floral dress on your body, you don't have to die. You can make up for the loss by eating a few people."

The boy holding the tiger's head shook his head quickly and said seriously: "You still have to die. If you die, you can be ranked with us. Wouldn't it be nice?"

Another one immediately echoed: "That's right, we happen to be missing a monk among us!"

"But he can't eat enough people. If he dies early, we will all be punished!" The boy holding the tiger's head suddenly looked worried.

As soon as these words came out, all the scoundrels trembled, obviously they were afraid of the so-called punishment to their core.

Another boy was a little worried: "What should I do? The Zen master has not eaten anyone for so many days. He is afraid that he is about to starve to death. Where can he find a living person to satisfy his hunger?"

As soon as it said this, the place suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!