This matter seems even more complicated than they thought.

"No, to be precise, it was the failure of the process of refining living zombies," Zhan Wuque stood up and spoke.

"In other words, some of the dozen missing disciples were plucked away, some were refined into zombies, and those who failed were abandoned at will?"

Jingwu's face looked extremely ugly.

This is a provocation to their Xiaomingsi!

The three corpses found could be taken away by the murderer, but the murderer left them behind. This was definitely intentional!

"A bunch of beasts!!!"

The old monks were so angry that they wanted to use tin staff and Buddhist beads to hit the Black Soul Temple now to avenge the little novice monks.

After all, it is because Xiao Mingsi is weak.

When the host was still there, Xiaomingsi seemed to have a backbone, as if he was at the peak of the sky.

But now, in order to seal the ghost king in Liaocheng, the host has fallen into hell.

There are no strong martial masters in Xiaoming Temple, and they have gone from first-class power to second-class.

However, there have always been strong martial artists in charge of Black Soul Temple, but their cultivation is not as good as the host of Xiaoming Temple.

Now that Xiaomingsi is not here, Black Soul Temple has no fear of Xiaomingsi anymore.

This time, it was also a test.

Test whether there are still powerful Wu Zun people in Xiaomingsi.

If not, then the next move of Black Soul Temple is probably to completely eliminate Xiaoming Temple.

Xiaoming Temple has always been a thorn in the eyes of Black Soul Temple and a thorn in the flesh.

The reason is that the Immortal Ming King worshipped by Xiaoming Temple has too much suppression on other evil Buddhas.

A strong man of the same level, the monks from the Black Soul Temple are not the opponents of the monks of Xiaoming Temple.

If Xiaoming Temple is given another martial arts master, Black Soul Temple will have no chance to turn over.

So, this time it's a test.

"These people from the Black Soul Temple are really scum of Buddhism. They are extracting souls and refining corpses. How come this is done by Buddhist disciples?!"

Jingkong was furious.

"Don't you think this method of refining corpse is a bit familiar?"

Zhan Wuque spoke.

"Did the donor talk about the Corpse Yin Sect?"

Jingkong calmed down a little.

"Yes, this method of refining corpses comes from the Corpse Yin Sect. I have had a lot of dealings with people from this sect, so I can be sure."

After Zhan Wuque finished speaking, the monks' faces changed.

The Si Yin Sect is a famous evil sect in Qingzhou.

Moreover, the Si Yin Sect is not only in Qingzhou, but also in other places.

If the most mysterious sect in Qingzhou is not the terrifying Guixuzhai, nor the Blood Killing Hall that can never find a stronghold, nor the cult Yuansheng Sect, Gu Fenglou, but the Corpse Yin Sect!

Not only is it difficult to find a sect, but it is also extremely difficult to find a stronghold.

Although there are many people in the lower sect, there are very few people who can see them. Most of them travel in the night and in the barren mountains, and are not known to outsiders.

But it is undeniable that the strength of the Zi Yin Sect is absolutely terrifying.

Some people say that the overall strength of the Zi Yin Sect is not weaker than that of a middle-grade holy land when combined.

Although this is just a joke, not many people objected. Everyone knows that the Corpse Yin Sect does have this strength.

Especially those who know a little about this sect.

The more you know, the more you are afraid, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

"Are they done by the people from Black Soul Temple, or are they done by the people from the Black Soul Temple and the people from the Corpse Yin Sect?"

Jingkong's eyes gradually became firm, "This matter must be investigated!"

...

Xiaoming Temple, the main hall.

In the middle of the main hall, six corpses were placed.

The entire Xiaoming Temple was dispatched and almost pushed the back mountain upwards. Then three more corpses were found. Together, they were six.

The 12 monks who disappeared were found, and half of their bodies were recovered.

Among them, two people were plucked by souls, and four people failed in the process of refining corpses, so they were randomly discarded.

"Amitabha, Black Soul Temple is declaring war on us! This matter must be calculated clearly with them!"

Jingkong clasped his hands together, and his treasure looked solemn, but there was evil spirit between his eyebrows.

"Amitabha Buddha, there is a strong martial master in Black Soul Temple. I don't think it is appropriate to have conflicts with it," Jingxin spoke.

"What do you mean is that this matter is forgot?" Jingkong looked at Jingxin, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Of course not, I just said I'm going to make a long-term plan," Jingxin's eyes were indifferent, and she looked at Jingkong without showing any weakness.

"Junior Brother Jingxin's words are reasonable. Black Soul Temple is powerful and far away from this temple. If you walk through the ridge, you may experience changes."

Some people speak up to support Jingxin, who are from the Jing generation, and are the same generation as Jingxin Jingkong.

"No, the disciple in the temple died unjustly and his body was not cold. How could I retreat from Xiaoming Temple?"

Jingwu stood up, and stood on the united front with Jingkong in his words.

Xiaoming Temple is now divided into two schools.

One faction, radical faction, wants to attack the Black Soul Temple.

Another faction, the conservatives, support the silence, sit and wait and see what changes, and look for opportunities.

"Okay," a very old monk slowly walked in outside the temple.

The old monk was too old, with wrinkles on his face and a heavy dusk aura on his body. He couldn't help coughing after walking two steps.

He is a generation of Kong, which is more than a generation of Jing

"Uncle Master, why are you here?"

Jingkong and others quickly stood up.

"Amitabha, what happened to this temple is so big, how can I stand by and watch?"

The old monk was supported by two little novice monks and came to the corpse.

"Dugu Donor, this is Master Kong Nie." Jingkong introduced.

"Uncle Master, this is Dugu donor who helped us suppress the Ghost King in Liaocheng last time."

Pure air path.

"So it's you," the old monk's turbid eyes burst out with a flash of light, and Zhan Wuque suddenly felt the illusion of being seen through.

"The donor has a fate with my Buddha, and he actually has the Buddha's light to protect his body. Even I can't see it clearly," Kong Ni shook his head.

Jingkong and others were shocked when they heard this.

Generally speaking, except for the Buddhist scriptures that practice the most profound Buddhist scriptures, only people with deep Buddhist ties will appear.

And these monks are all introverted by the Buddha's light and never show their appearance in their bodies.

"This old monk actually has the strength of a martial master."

Zhan Wuque's heart moved.

However, the old monk has reached the state of exhaustion and exhaustion. Although he has the strength of a martial master, he cannot fight with others.

Otherwise, the final vitality will be burned out and life will soon be long.

"I've seen Master Kong Nie."

Zhan Wuque clasped his fists.

"The donor can induce many Buddha statues to show saints and protect the body with Buddha light. It is someone who is destined to be a temple, so there is no need to be polite."

Kong Ni clasped his hands together and spoke slowly.

In his words, Zhan Wuque was placed in the same position.

"Uncle Master, how should you deal with this matter?"

Jingkong said in a deep voice.

Kong Nie is the only one who lives in Xiaoming Temple who is still alive in Shikong. He was ready to die three years ago and flew to the west, but he didn't expect that such a thing happened now and then he came out of seclusion.

"Even if I arrived three years ago, Xiaomingsi would have such a disaster," Kong Nie's voice was filled with vicissitudes.
To be continued...