The cat screamed and climbed up the mountain wall very quickly, like a scattered black smoke, and disappeared from Ji Liao's sight in an instant.

Ji Liao felt nervous and suddenly thought whether it was Mu Qing coming. He said in a deep voice: "I'll go over and take a look."

The girl said, "Go together."

Ji Liao pressed her shoulder and said, "You drink a lot, so take a rest first."

After Ji Liao said this, the girl felt a little drunk. After all, she had no ability to force the alcohol out of the way, and this monkey wine was originally spiritual wine. If an ordinary person drinks a small sip, he will get drunk for a day and a night. She is still awake and physically speaking, she has surpassed countless ordinary people.

Ji Liao turned into a sword light, jumping up to the top of the mountain like a sharp arrow. The top of the mountain was bare and there was very little gravel. He only saw the cat grabbing a monk's robe.

The black cat meowed at him, suddenly flew over Ji Liao's head and jumped down the mountain.

Ji Liao thought it was not good, so he hurriedly flew down from the top of the mountain and arrived on the platform, but he didn't see Ji Sheng.

His heart sank. If his daughter left by herself, she would not be able to leave without saying a word. If she was kidnapped, it would be terrible. Although her cultivation is not as high as hers, she has many powerful protective treasures on her body. It is hard for Ji Liao to imagine what kind of person she can do this.

The cat walked around the platform, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Ji Liao thought of only one person and asked Maoer in a deep voice: "Did Mu Qing do it?"

The cat seemed to understand his words and shook his head.

Ji Liao said: "If it weren't her, who would it be?"

Now the dusk is gradually fading. Looking at the sky like blood, Ji Liao feels it is very unknown, for fear of something happening to his daughter.

He thought about the monk's robe that suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, wondering if it would be related to Xiangguo Temple.

Ji Liao pointed to the temple in the distance and said, "I'll go there and see if you want to go together."

The black cat "meowed" and in the blink of an eye it fell on Ji Liao's shoulders, then fell asleep.

Ji Liao shook his head helplessly, and did not drive the cat off his shoulders.

The melodious and clear bell sounded at Xiangguo Temple to remind monks and pilgrims that the twilight had arrived.

It seemed that everything was normal. As the night gradually opened, Xiangguo Temple returned to a nearly primitive tranquility and tranquility. The Bodhi trees planted in the temple were blown by the breeze and the shadows were swaying.

The sound of wind in my ears and the reciting of Buddhist scriptures that seem to exist or not makes people forget any troubles in the world.

But instead of not experiencing spiritual liberation from the quiet Zen, Ji Liao became more and more anxious. This was not the first time he experienced this situation, but the last time it happened in the Crazy Sand City.

The cat on his shoulder slept soundly, as if it was truly a being that transcends everything. Drink when he was thirsty, eat when he was hungry, and sleep when he was sleepy. He was not disturbed by external things, and lived in the world, which was far more free and comfortable than anyone else.

Ji Liao was a suffering being who was sinking into the world. He felt extremely bad now. His mood, which he could face positively in any situation in the past, seemed to have gaps, and he seemed to be not as strong as he imagined.

I went to the main hall where I entered the temple again. Now there was no one inside. Only the solemn Buddha statue with treasure-like appearance opened its eyes, with the charm of seeing through everything, and pitying the suffering beings.

Ji Liao faced the Buddha's eyes, and the anxiety became more and more intense.

It seemed that all the bad feelings began from the moment he saw the Buddha statue before. Until this moment, he met the Buddha statue again, and his anxiety finally seemed like a flood that opened the gate, which completely submerged his reason.

The demonic energy flowed silently, pouring into Ji Liao's deep eye sockets from the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows. His pair of eyes changed from slightly yellow to darkness in the dark night.

The anxiety was not weakened at all because of this change, but Ji Liao's heart was not completely destroyed by the flood transformed by the anxiety.

It’s like catching a wooden board in the stormy waves, I have a temporary chance to breathe.

Ji Liao can finally start thinking about everything he has experienced.

He carefully observed the Buddha statue, and suddenly the corners of the Buddha statue's mouth curled up, showing a strange smile. What he didn't know at this time was that the three words "Xingguo Temple" on the plaque of the temple's gate had silently changed into three bloody big characters.

Blood dripped from the plaque.

Ji Liao did not see this scene, but heard the sound of "tick, tick".

The sound is more beautiful than the sound of a monk knocking on a wooden fish, full of indescribable magic, which is like a mother's murmuring to a baby.

Ji Liao walked out of the Main Hall and saw a passing monk.

He approached the monk and said in a calm tone as calm as possible, "Master, please stay."

The strangeness just now made him feel bad, so after seeing a living person, Ji Liao couldn't wait to ask.

The monk turned his head and made Ji Liao feel terrified.

The flesh on the monk in front of him was all cut clean, just a lusty white skeleton.

He seemed to be unaware of anything and asked, "Donor, what's the matter?"

Unlike the pedestrians in the mirror realm of the Mirror Demon in the Kuangsha City, this monk looks like a normal living person, with a vivid tone.

Ji Liao said in a deep voice: "Master, where is your flesh and blood?"

After hearing this, the monk lowered his head. He seemed to have not paid attention to his condition at the beginning. After hearing Ji Liao's words, he realized that he was just a stubborn posture.

He let out a shrill scream, as if he had been cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

Strangely, his screams did not attract other monks in the temple to check.

The monk with white skeleton rolled on the ground in pain, as if he had been torture that he had suffered before, but the pain only appeared at this moment.

If Ji Liao didn't remind him, maybe he would never have known that his flesh and blood had been scraped off.

What kind of ability does it mean that people can be cut into pieces without knowing it.

Ji Liao pondered slightly, or was he experiencing a nightmare now?

The answer is unknown, only the sound of the cat's sleeping breathing seems to prove to Ji Liao that what he experienced is real, not false.

Before the night knew it, it took away the last trace of sunset in the sky.

The quiet night is silent, the stars are like water, no cicadas sing and insects, only the strange sound of the wind and the swaying shadows of the trees.

Ji Liao began to explore other places in Xiangguo Temple, and there were very few places where the lights were lit.

The huge temple may have experienced the loneliest night in thousands of years.

At this moment, there are only one person and one cat, except for the swaying Bodhi trees and other flowers and trees.

Close the door again. This was the third room with lights opened by Ji Liao, and it was still empty.
Chapter completed!