Qiu Niang clenched her husband's clothes tightly, her face full of fear.

Although the young man was also very panicked, he still forced himself to keep calm in front of his wife and children. He patted his wife's back gently and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm there."

The two old servants could only hug the child who was crying tightly, but their faces were filled with fear.

Ji Liao was leisurely and the monks looked calm. They seemed not scared by the strange sound of hooves.

But as time passed, the sound of hooves outside became more and more powerful, and the man talking became more and more lunar. The originally prosperous bonfire became shaky and shaking. The temple was in a vague and dark, and shadows appeared and appeared, which was very terrifying.

The young man's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he finally couldn't help but yell.

"No matter what monster you are, if you have the ability, don't pretend to be a god."

After the young man roared, the sound of hooves outside suddenly disappeared, and even the man's voice disappeared, but the sound of wind and rain disappeared.

The temple inside and outside became extremely quiet.

The quiet atmosphere brings heavier pressure.

The young man opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any noise, as if he had fallen into water.

No, he is indeed suffocating now.

Water was everywhere, his collar, sleeves, and his hair, and his whole body became wet. He danced and his hands and feet, the more he opened his mouth, the more twisted and painful his face became.

His wife Qiu Niang suddenly broke away from the young man's arms and kowtowed to the monks continuously and said, "Prince, please save us."

The monk sighed, "I can only take you away."

Qiu Niang continued to kowtow and said, "Please be merciful."

The monk shook his head.

Tears shed from Qiu Niang's eyes and she glanced at the young man.

Then she walked out the door silently.

The monk said lightly: "If you go out, you will be ruined by the success of a thousand years."

After hearing this, Qiu Niang paused in front of the rusty iron threshold, and then stepped out without hesitation.

After she went out, her figure disappeared. In an instant, the sound of a pipa sounded outside. First, she turned the shaft and plucked the strings, making a sound of piano in groups of three or three.

An invisible wave spread out in the temple, and the young man stopped suffocating, but just gasped.

He looked out the door and rushed out without hesitation.

In an instant, he was blasted back by a powerful force, and his body fell heavily to the ground, beside the bonfire. An urgent sound of the pipa, anger, and hooves sounded outside.

At the same time, strange lights appeared, and strange strong winds surged into the temple, raising the debris in the temple.

The young man could only hold his three children in a clutch with his old servant.

The strong wind in the temple became stronger and stronger, and the beams and pillars were creaking and shaking. Obviously, it would not take long before this dilapidated temple would completely collapse.

The sound of the pipa outside became more and more terrifying and anxious.

Suddenly, a sword roar sounded.

As if the silver bottle was broken, the man outside let out a shrill scream, and his hooves rang out and gradually faded away.

The young man's wife Qiuniang looked pale and extremely haggard. She showed up at the temple gate with her hand.

At this time the monk stood up and said, "Leave with me."

Qiu Niang nodded, then bowed to Ji Liao's direction, and then turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the monk's sleeve.

After seeing this, the young man rushed towards the monk.

The monk sighed and waved his hand, and the man fainted. The two old servants went to check the situation of their master in a panic, and Ji Liao left quietly at this time.

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Ji Liao seemed to be integrated with the wind and rain, without distinction. Not far ahead of him was a faint Buddha light. He was chasing the monk through mountains and rivers.

Tianshu said: "Why did you meddle in other people's business just now?"

Ji Liao said, "Is it true that when I was just practicing the Invisible Sword Art, I happened to be unable to control it and emitted a sword energy."

The Book of Heaven was speechless.

Ji Liao smiled faintly, his eyes bet forward, never leaving the monk.

He came to find the sword, but that person aroused his interest. To be precise, an item on the monk made him very interested.

Ji Liao thought that the sword that cannot be killed may not be as interesting as the thing on the monk.

To this day, there are not many things that can interest Ji Liao, so since Ji Liao is curious, he must take a look.

As for the invisible sword energy that just now hurt the demon outside, of course, Ji Liao deliberately made it, who told the other party to disturb him?

Well, it really made him disturb.

Ji Liao had no intention of caring about this moment, in a certain mountain stream, the demon was roaring in pain.

The clouds fade away and the rain dissipates, and the faint moon in the sky appears.

The monk no longer moved forward and stood on a steep rock.

The breeze blew by, and the wide monk's sleeves floated, and the moonlight fell on his monk's robes. From a distance, it looked like a layer of moonlight like water, undulating on his body.

Ji Liao also became a monk, thinking that when he was a monk, his Fengzi seemed to be no better than this monk.

Having such a good face, any preaching in a city may cause a grand occasion where there are thousands of people.

The monk watched Ji Liao come over under the moonlight and said, "What are the donor chasing me?"

Ji Liao said: "There is something on the mage, and I am very interested."

The monk narrowed his eyes and said, "The donor is so arrogant and should be a Taoist full-minded Taoist, so why bother with external things?"

Ji Liao said: "If I can't see that thing, I will really be in my mind. If the master is compassionate, why not let me see it?"

The monk said, "But it can't."

After he finished speaking, he looked cautious and the monk in front of him gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. He had encountered such a dangerous person for the first time since he left Yuetuo Kingdom and walked in the world.

Ji Liaoyi was the first person to discover what was on him. His spiritual sense was simply terrifying.

Ji Liao said: "I don't want anything on the mage, I just want to take a look."

The monk said, "Please don't force others to do anything."

Ji Liao smiled and said, "Why not, I will make a deal with the mage."

The monk said: "What transaction?"

Ji Liao said: "The mage should know that he is not far from being a demon, right?"

The monk was startled and said, "How do you know?"

Ji Liao smiled in his heart. If I couldn't see this, the Demon Sutra and the Dao of the Heart Demon Technique for so many years have been in vain.

He said, "The mage doesn't have to ask me how I know. If I have a way to solve your devil problem, can the mage give me what you have on you?"

The monk frowned and said, "Don't the donor just want to take a look?"

Ji Liao said: "If I take a look, I will help you solve the problem of being possessed by devils, and this transaction will be unequal."

The monk hesitated for a moment and said, "If I am a devil, it is because I have not practiced enough. I should have this kalpa. Please don't make any idea of ​​it."

Ji Liao smiled indifferently and said, "Why do you have to? Sooner or later, you will agree."

After saying that, Ji Liao disappeared.
Chapter completed!