Li Buzhuo walked into the mountain gate, and the ghosts cried and sang in his ears, like a worm, and couldn't stop his ears from being irritated, making people feel inexplicably itchy, and they wished they could cut their chest open and take it out and scratch it.

"This sound can affect the mind..."

Li Buzhuo's mind flashed and he used internal energy to block his ears, but the sound had not been reduced, as if it could penetrate everything. Li Buzhuo looked around and saw that there was no monk under the firelight. Only tourists who came up the mountain were lying crookedly on the side of the road. Someone was pulling his chest with his hands, really scratching himself to the point of blood.

Suddenly, under the high wall twenty steps away, a scholar wearing a square scarf and a long gown, stumbled and moaned, rushing towards the young woman beside her, tearing off a piece of bloody flesh from her fair arms. Li Buzhuo frowned, flicked his brows, stepped on the scholar's head to the ground, and glanced at him, but saw that the young woman not only did not cry out in pain, but laughed in a daze, her face flushed and her eyes were as if she was enjoying great pleasure.

At this time, the scholar moaned and grabbed Li Buzhuo's calves. He looked demented. Li Buzhuo moved his toes and turned the scholar over. He pressed his palm onto the scholar's heavenly spirit cover. When his soul touched, his face darkened.

"The three souls and seven spirits were all ruined..."

Li Buzhuo frowned, and suddenly the confused soul in the scholar's mind was like a long snake, entangling his soul. For a moment, Li Buzhuo directly felt the scholar's countless desires, and his mind was instantly blank.

"The heart has no heart, the shape has no shape!" Li Buzhuo Huang Ya was shocked and yelled quietly in her mouth. The spirit was clear and the soul was clear. He hurriedly called back the soul thoughts, but after the soul returned to his position, Li Buzhuo realized that a trace of spiritual thoughts had been contaminated by the scholar's desire and disappeared.

"It's really dangerous. If I take a step further, I'm afraid I'll become the same as him..."

Li Buzhuo looked at the scholar and shook his head. His soul was turbid and he was already out of help. Why not give him some fun.

As the thought came, Li Buzhuo stinged the candle dragon in his hand and directly pierced the scholar's head. The scholar immediately lost his breath. He looked at the female pilgrim who made a lewd moan next to him. Li Buzhuo pressed her Tianling Cap and found that her soul was not spared. He couldn't help but sigh and emitted an internal qi, which directly shattered her brain.

Ghosts cry and sing in Sanskrit.

"It was this demon voice that harmed them. I wonder how the temple is going..."

There were many pilgrims near him, but Li Buzhuo had no time to care. He let go of the female pilgrims and walked into the Bailong Temple.

There were several main halls in the temple that caught fire, and most monks and houses survived. However, Li Buzhuo looked around and found no figure. He could only smell the smell of blood and the smell of blood and flesh burning in the air. Li Buzhuo looked over the fire-making hall and looked at the lacquered gold Buddha looking down at the back. At this time, the Buddha statue was like sitting upright on the fire lotus, and his body was covered with fire, like blood.

Li Buzhuo walked carefully to the temple, and still followed the path of visiting Bailong Temple with Zhang Jinyue at night. Suddenly, a sound of panting was heard in his ears. Then a figure rushed out from the monk's room beside him. Li Buzhuo's heart tightened and suddenly did several steps away. As soon as the sword in his hand moved, he found that the person's steps were floating, his movements were soft and weak, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Li Buzhuo approached and found that the monk looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. Like the pilgrims outside, his soul was in chaos. He gave him a relief. His eyes flashed across the monk's sleeves, but he saw a piece of ink trace in the fire. His eyes turned to the room, and he saw a pen dipped ink at the door, and walked into the room.

There was an oil lamp that was about to be burnt dry on the table in the monk's room, and there were messy words written on the straw paper under the lamp: "The abbot wanted all the disciples to realize the great compassion, go to hell, and practice the hungry ghost realm, so they collected many corpses. But even though the abbot said that color is empty, and the body is nothing outside the body. If you look at it differently, you will be obsessed with it. No one in the temple can argue with him, but I feel evil magic..."

"Recently, all the senior brothers have been a little crazy, as if they were the backlash of the cultivation of the hungry ghost realm. The abbot said that it would not be broken or established. If you can survive the Buddhist teachings, you can diligently improve for several times...

"The abbot said he was ill last night, but today he passed away in the room. However, after checking, the masters and uncles actually said that the abbot had been dead for at least a month, but it was because his body did not rot, so he did not smell bad! How could it be!"

The handwriting ended abruptly here.

Only then did Li Buzhuo realize that he couldn't help but hold his breath when he looked, and he breathed a long sigh of relief until his eyes left the straw paper.

The bystander was clear, and the monk who wrote was shocked and confused. However, when Li Buzhuo saw it at the end, he knew that most of the hosts of the White Dragon Temple had been killed and had their bags dropped. The person who pretended to be the hosts caused the current situation of the White Dragon Temple.

Li Buzhuo pondered for a moment and then left the monk's room. As soon as he went out, his eyes looked into the direction of the hall from afar. He saw that the hall had been swallowed by the fire. He thought to himself: "Sure enough, the hall was destroyed, and the saint's Dharma image could not be reached in a moment. The purpose of the person who destroyed the White Dragon Temple was to summon demons and cause trouble to Hedong County."

"I don't know where she is now." The figure of Zhi Shuangyi flashed through Li Buzhuo's mind.

Behind the White Dragon Temple, the fire snake was flying.

In the fire scene, Zhifrosch's complexion was calm. The fire snake, which was as thick as a bucket, rushed straight over, forcing the heat wave to melt the bluestone floor tiles directly. Zhifrosch's mask was still motionless, allowing the fire snake to rush in front of him and then dissipated on its own.

Countless places where the fire snakes churned, the melted floor tiles cooled and turned into crystal clear glass, which turned red under the flames.

Zhishuangyi's eyes were concentrated on the mechanism Buddha behind the flames, and her plain tone exudes unquestionable domineering: "Since you are an alien demon, you are not staying honestly outside the realm. If you want to offend me, you will be able to go back and forth."

A strange rumbling sound came from the Great Buddha of the Mechanism, between ghost crying and Buddhist singing, just like the magic sound that filled the temple: "It's ridiculous, if you have a way to do it, you won't be wandering around for months."

Zhi Shuangyi smiled calmly: "Then can you guess why I have already discovered that you have come to the world but didn't take action early?"

The strange voice said, "Hmm?"
Chapter completed!