Luo Feng didn't have a mirror at the moment, but he was sure that his face was definitely good and couldn't see much.

"Old guy, why don't you wear your gray clothes?"

The others looked like they were not surprised. The abbot of Qingjing Temple, who was called "stinky pig slaughtering", was not angry, and even gave him a casual greeting.

"Didn't you tell you the last day? I've been holding it in for so many years, how could I indulge it again?"

Luo Feng's brows frowned slightly.

Not only was the abbot of Qingjing Temple's appearance and posture that was difficult for normal people to accept for a while, he also noticed another detail.

He found that compared to the kindness and taciturn monks' costumes, the abbot of Qingjing Temple now seemed to have liberated his nature, and his attitude towards him and others was not as timid as before.

"It seems that some people don't dare to come. It doesn't matter. I'll just go and pull them out."

The abbot of Qingjing Temple turned around and looked at somewhere in the temple. Before he finished speaking, two more people ran into the field quickly.

"Master, we are here."

Seeing that Jing Si and Jing She who should have returned to Luohan Hall actually came here, the monk Zhishui, who had just kept his dull expression, immediately frowned tightly. He looked a little angry and gestured.

Although he couldn't understand it very well, Luo Feng also vaguely guessed that he should be asking the two of them for their purpose.

"Haha, drug traffickers, you two apprentices are still in love. I asked them to take refuge together, but they wanted to come here to help you. Since they are all here, please keep them."

The changes in the forest guards are also a bit surprising.

Originally, this guy had a gloomy face all day long, but now he felt a bit heroic.

After hearing the words of the Shoolin Man, the face of the monk Zhishui was still not very good. Until Jingsi and the others came to him and whispered to him: "Master, if these people do not abide by the rules tonight, even if we stay in the Luohan Hall, we will definitely die."

When he heard this, Zhishui gritted his teeth silently.

He turned his head to look at the two apprentices, snorted in his nose, and did not make gestures. He squatted down, untied the bag he brought, took out an ugly incense burner full of snakes and insects, and took out three black long incense sticks.

"Is this the Death Fighting Incense in your place?"

The forest guard came forward with great interest and squatted on the ground and fiddled with the water stopping the incense burner.

"The deadly fight incense stick is three hours, and the three incense sticks are nine hours in total. It starts from the lit first incense stick until the third incense burns out. During this period, all participants fight freely, and only the last one is left. If there are still many people living until the three incense sticks are burned out, then we will judge the final winner."

Jingsh, who was standing aside, saw that the master ignored the guardian, quickly explained, for fear of angering the guardian, and that the three masters and disciples would be affected by the master and disciples.

Death fight?

After listening to the simple explanation of Jingshu deliberately amplifying the volume, Luo Feng, who was standing alone, couldn't help but secretly burst into thoughts.

He captured a lot of information from these words, but for some reason, he always felt that the words of Jingtong had not completely solved the doubt in his heart.

He quietly looked at the others present and found that except for the guardians, he was also smiling and watching Zhishui insert incense into the incense burner, the abbot of Qingjing Temple and the abbot next to him looked very absent-minded and even quite impatient.

Have they been familiar with the rules for a long time, or do they simply don’t care about the rules mentioned by Jing Tong?

Luo Feng could feel his nerves getting tense. He kept observing everyone, and his heartbeat in his chest gradually accelerated.

No matter what the truth is, he can still hear the words "death fight" and "free fight" clearly, which means that he will have a high chance of fighting with these murderers who have killed countless people in a while.

What should I do?

His foxes and ghosts have miraculous effects on demons and monsters, but he can't cut people. It's not that the sword cannot be used, but that he, the person who holds the sword, cannot do it.

Will you run away after the fight starts? But if you are caught again later, it would be bad...

Luo Feng was still thinking hard, and Monk Zhishui had quickly set up the incense burner and stood up, but the incense stick on the ground had not been lit yet.

"First of all, make a point."

Before Jingsi and others could speak, the guards who retreated to their original place were the first to speak, attracting everyone's attention.

"Although I was forced to participate in this matter, I hope you all abide by the rules that were agreed in advance."

As he said that, the one-eyed man of the forest looked at the abbot of Qingjing Temple with a calm face.

"That's right, that's right!"

Jingsi and the others immediately agreed when they heard this: "According to the rules, I hope you will be in trouble with others."

Unexpectedly, at this time, the abbot of Qingjing Temple glanced at the monk Zhishui in an understatement, opened his mouth and said something that made everyone slightly change.

"I won't kill your son, but your two apprentices may not be."

The eyes of the monk Zhishui, as if the pond water, suddenly became sharp. He turned his head to look at the abbot of Qingjing Temple. Although he didn't say a word, everyone present could feel that the atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.

"You brought a group of people with you to take refuge with you, and the old guys also brought a group of them. There are another group of cowards in the Sutra Pavilion. In this temple, who hasn't had blood on his hands? The referee only needs one. Since they are not hiding in your territory, then death will be in vain!"

At this moment, Luo Feng, who couldn't help but hold his hands, tightly tightened his face, and finally felt the powerful murderous aura hidden in the thin body of the abbot of Qingjing Temple.

It was a kind of aura that was difficult to explain in words. Every word he said was very slow, but it fell into his ears, but it was like the muffled thunder sounded in the sky at this moment.

If it weren't for the person facing him, Luo Feng would have doubted whether he could react at the first time. If he loses his composure, it would be no different from a lamb who fell into a pack of wolves.

However, except for Luo Feng, only the two young monks Jingsi and Jingsh showed very nervousness among the people present.

The abbot of Qingjing Temple, who had been tilting his head to fiddling with his hair, curled his lips like a woman, and the guardian even raised the earthen gun in his hand as if no one was around and wiped it carefully with a cloth.

As for the monk Zhishui, he bent down and picked up a saber from his bag as if he was ready.

Seeing the situation, the corner of his mouth raised up from the old face of the abbot of Qingjing Temple, revealing a hint of excitement.

"I have said that there is no need for a referee. In this temple, what I want to try the most is your weight!"

Before he could finish his words, he interrupted his words with a slight and severe cough.

"Okay, pig slaughter, if you want to sell drugs, do you have to ask the organizer's opinions first?"
Chapter completed!