Guangzhi raised his arms and exclaimed, and the originally listless people seemed to see the dawn suddenly, and their eyes lit up.

"Yes, Master Puxuan is highly respected and cannot watch him beaten to death by the witch."

"We must protect Master Abbot and unite as one, and we will definitely invite Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

Everyone said loudly, as if they were cheering each other up, but they didn't dare to look at the side hall without a roof.

Guangzhi took a torch and walked towards the direction of the courtyard first. Everyone hesitated for a moment, looked at Guangzhi's back and followed one after another.

On the other side, Sun Wukong had already arrived at the small courtyard that was much larger than the surrounding Zen room. There were lights in the room. Through the gauze, a figure could be seen sitting in front of the window.

"Ugly monk, let me return it to my junior sister!" Sun Wukong shouted coldly, raised his hand and sticked it. The roof of the house had already flew away, and the wooden walls on all sides collapsed.

The originally exquisite courtyard was in a mess in an instant, leaving only seven or eight wardrobes, a bed and a wooden table.

Pu Xuan sat at the table, holding the brocade robe in his hand. An oil lamp on the table flashed a few times, but it was not extinguished. The light of the robe shone brightly, becoming more and more conspicuous in this dark night.

"Although that little girl is cute, she is not here with me." Pu Xuan seemed to have some sense of it, raised his head to look at Sun Wukong, shook his head and said, with a rare serious expression on his face.

However, the next moment, he put his cassock on the table and shouted: "Although I look a little strange, I have been abbot for three hundred years. How can you put me together with the vulgar person who kidnapped the little girl? This is completely slander! Slander!" It seems that he was really angry.

"Witch, don't think of touching my master!" At this time, Guangmou also arrived, blocked Pu Xuan's body, holding a big stick as thick as a bowl in both hands, looking at Sun Wukong, and said angrily.

Sun Wukong looked at Guangmou who was protecting Pu Xuan and frowned slightly. Even if he knew that she could smash the roof with one blow, would he not avoid it? How could there be such a stupid person in the world?

After hesitating for a moment, the golden cudgel in her hand fell down, but it fell on Guangmou. However, the wardrobe next to her exploded, and hundreds of robes and monk's clothes inside flew around the sky.

At this time, Guangzhi and the monks and the people also arrived. The torches in their hands illuminated a large area. Looking at the beautiful robes flying all over the sky, they all opened their mouths wide.

A piece of clothing just fell in front of everyone. Guangzhi shone the torch on the ground. Everyone looked at him and shouted softly, looking at each other for a moment.

The ground was a small gray cotton coat. It seemed that the style was worn by a child of four or five years old, and a small red butterfly sewn on the cuffs. The clothes actually flew out of the abbot's wardrobe.

"This... this is my Yan'er's clothes." An old lady squeezed out from the crowd and ran out. She was tripped by a stone and fell to the ground. Her head was bleeding, but she was still holding the little cotton jacket tightly in her hand. She started crying, "This is what she lost that day. I sewed this butterfly. I missed Yan'er, where have you been?"

"What's going on? Why do you have Yan'er's clothes in the abbot's closet? Could it be..." The old man with beard was surprised and in the end, he couldn't help but look at Pu Xuan who was standing behind Guangmou.

"There is one more here." Someone picked up a small dress.

"There are also here, no, this is the clothes of the little sister I disappeared back then, how could it appear here!" A strong man picked up a small skirt and exclaimed.

Soon, everyone picked up more than a dozen small clothes, both new and old, all worn by children aged four or five. Several of them were recognized, and they were clothes of children who had disappeared before.

"Yan'er, my Yan'er..." Wang Po, who had been helped up, held the little cotton jacket and cried so hard that he was heartbroken. Blood from his forehead flowed across his cheeks and dripped onto the cotton jacket, fainting into a gray-black flower.

"He must have captured my Yan'er. Every time he goes to the temple, he will give Yan'er candy, and he will hold her and play for a long time..." Wang Po suddenly stopped crying, pointed at Pu Xuan, and staggered forward step by step, "You give me Yan'er back, you give me Yan'er back!"

"Yes, a few days ago, my mother took her to the temple with her and told me that the abbot gave her candy. Why did my little sister's clothes appear here? Tell me!" The strong man held the little clothes in his hand tightly and walked towards Puxuan.

"Is that woman really saying that Abbot Puxuan is really the mastermind behind the loss of children over the years? Did he really eat children?" a young monk said in some fear.

"Catch that man-eating monster. We have been deceived over the years. How can a person live to be three hundred years old? He must be able to live forever by eating children!" Someone shouted in the crowd. The crowd, who was already excited, was instantly infuriated and rushed towards Pu Xuan, wishing he could eat his flesh alive.

Guangmou turned around and looked at Pu Xuan. Although there was a look of shock in his eyes, he said without hesitation: "Master, you go first, I will hold them back!"

Pu Xuan looked at the angry crowd coming towards him, as if he was frightened, motionless, and his expression was a little dull.

Sun Wu made a move with empty hand. The brocade robe and a piece of gray cloth on the table had fallen into her hands, and she formed a package and carried it behind her. After the somersault under her feet was collected, the person had fallen to Pu Xuan's side and said coldly: "Where is my junior sister?"

"I don't know." Pu Xuan looked at Sun Wukong and shook his head.

"Witch, you are all accusing my master, go to die!" Guangmou shouted angrily and smashed the big stick in his hand towards Wukong.

"Looking." Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows and raised his legs. The wooden stick as thick as a bowl in Guangmou's hand was kicked into two pieces, and Guangmou also flew backwards and smashed into a Zen room next to him.

"Then how did these clothes come from?" Sun Wukong pointed at the clothes held in the hands of those people.

"I don't know either." Pu Xuan still shook his head.

Sun Wukong's face became colder and colder, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Pu Xuan shook his head and smiled, "If I weren't afraid of death, I wouldn't have lived that long."

"Tell me where my junior sister is, I'll give you some fun. If I don't say it, those people will bite you to death." Tang Sanzang held the golden cudgel tightly, and the ground was trembling slightly.

"I really don't know. That little girl is very cute. I hope you can find her." Pu Xuan shook his head.

"Don't touch my master!" A figure staggered out of the hole in the Zen room next to it, holding a stone that was touched from nowhere in his hand, and colliding towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wu kicked it out without looking back, and the stone turned into powder. Guangmou flew backwards again and crashed into the Zen room, making a muffled bang.

"This silly child." Pu Xuan glanced at the Zen room, sighed softly, revealing a bit of pity.

Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel and looked at the people behind him, "I dig three feet into this dilapidated temple and I will find my junior sister, but you should pay the price for what you did first." After that, I took the air.

The angry crowd instantly drowned Pu Xuan, his fists, feet, and mouth. As long as he could use it, he would greet Pu Xuan who was sitting cross-legged.

Sun Wu stood in the air, her eyes fell on Guangzhi who was beside her, and slightly condensed. He stood aside, like a bystander, calm and indifferent.
Chapter completed!