"Master, why do I always feel gloomy around me, as if something is monitoring us?" The monk Feng Wuyi followed Master Sanzang with a swaying look on his face, and asked with an excited look: "Is there really a ghost?"

As a player who has changed his position as a monk, Feng Wuyi is definitely an enviable existence.

The monks of the thousand-year-old temple teach one-on-one words and deeds. Not only does they charge no fees, they also often subsidize equipment. Comparing Xu Yichen's apprenticeship career, it is a very different story.

Even in the Loess Region, few players who have changed their jobs as monks have such a generous teaching environment.

On the one hand, after a round of iron fists, many monks with flawed temple styles have withered a little. On the other hand, a large number of outstanding talents have also spread out their educational resources.

The monk profession that has been passed down for thousands of years and the major temples it has established may never have thought that one day I would fall into sweet troubles because there are too many high-quality academies.

Now in the Loess District, if you want to become a monk in a single temple, your attributes and talents must meet the requirements of the temple before you have the opportunity. As a profession with high will, monks have received key support from the state.

However, due to the number of indigenous monks, most of the teaching methods are free-range, which mainly rely on the players' own understanding.

Feng Wuyi and even the shock fist were honed bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

There is no way, this is what is called low understanding.

However, Master Sanzang had no choice. He himself did not expect that in the wilderness thousands of miles away from his hometown, he could meet a group of people from his hometown with black hair and black eyes.

Tang Sanzang was extremely satisfied with having the rare opportunity to pass on his lineage, even though this apprentice often acted a little out of the way.

But it doesn’t matter. The profession of monks cultivates the mind and practices the body. If you can’t polish it in a year, it will take ten years, and if you can’t polish it in ten years, it will take fifty years!

Even if he is a stubborn stone, Master Sanzang has the confidence to polish him into extremely smooth river pebbles.

"Observe the surrounding environment carefully and think about what I have told you before." Master Sanzang's steps seemed to measure, and the distance taken by each step was one and a half feet.

"Demons and ghosts have their own characteristics." Tang Sanzang's feet took a quicker step: "But they are difficult to cause changes in the sky. You feel depressed and suspicious now, as if someone is monitoring him, but no trace is found. What should it be?"

Feng Wuyi touched his bald head and kept recalling the knowledge his master had taught him before, feeling that he seemed to be back in the exam in school.

The demon is a different race, with different forms and human figures. From the perspective of a monk, the kitten Lulu Meow is a standard demon race, but it is just a different name in another place.

Demons are not humans, they live in other places and are often summoned and driven by alchemists. Sometimes they will find opportunities to smuggle into the world by themselves, which are divided into two types: abyss hell.

The range of monsters is wider. The monsters Feng Wuyi hunted in the forest before are basically this range. Generally, they do not hurt people, and monks rarely cause trouble for them.

The ghost that Feng Wuyi has been obsessed with is more in line with the legendary lonely ghost. Feng Wuyi has been in the game for so long and has never had the chance to see this thing.

For monks, demons and ghosts are all Xiaoji. Seeing Master Sanzang’s cautious look at him, Feng Wuyi remembered that his teacher had once talked about the old enemy of the profession of monks.

"Then what, Master, it's not a legendary evil thing, right?" Feng Wuyi's hand rubbed back and forth on his head, and the newly grown head slag made him subconsciously repeat the action.

"I hope it's not, but all signs are showing that it is true." Master Sanzang kept scanning the surrounding buildings: "If it is really an evil thing, there must be a temple here to suppress its existence. I'm afraid that the strange phenomenon here is caused by the evil thing."

The master and disciple paused for a moment at a crossroads. Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged and kept reciting scriptures. The golden bronze inscription that was almost invisible to the naked eye spread outwards with Master Sanzang as the center.

Wherever I passed, some chaotic environments were a little brighter, but the road heading south did not respond at all.

"Go, go south." The monk stood up and trotted all the way.

Feng Wuyi fell behind and ran wildly, but he only maintained his movement speed. In terms of his movement speed, the monk dared to challenge the mage who knew flying skills with just two legs!

The higher the level of monk, the faster he is.

"Head, my master said that there may be a temple in the city that suppresses evil things, and the seal may have been broken." Feng Wuyi ran behind Wuyouwu: "Report new news again. My master is running all the way to find the location of the temple. Be careful in the inner city!"

Everyone in the Retribution Team saw the news that Feng Wuyi sent. The combat-capable player brought several witches back to Wangxiang Tower and occupied several commanding heights around.

Several scouts, including Rangers, gave up their mission and began to move towards Wangxiang Tower. It is basically certain that the residents here had already completely evacuated.

Ji Wanbing and Fan Li also basically completed the preliminary exploration of the city wall. The ancestors' skills were good, and the city walls could basically play a defensive role.

However, the city wall alone cannot stop the extraordinary. If everything goes well, the Retribution Team should have three days to prepare before the Paladin arrives.

Xu Yichen walked straight along the main street. As a colonial city of the Song Empire, Wangxiangcheng was also built in accordance with the traditional style of the Song Empire.

From the city gate to the city center, there is a straight road for your colleagues to walk.

Although the road now seems a bit dilapidated and there are already accumulated water in many places, it still maintains its most basic function.

The demon hunter found footprints near a pool of mud, and he touched the mud around the footprints with his hand.

"It has not been completely dry yet, and the time for footprints should be left is no more than 48 hours." Xu Yichen looked up at the distance, and the tall walls of the inner city were vaguely visible: "Did they all move into the inner city to live under threat from evil things?"

Before the Demon Hunter thought too much, a tentacle that suddenly emerged from the mud rose to the sky with a slight difference between Xu Yichen's chin!

The tentacles were covered with sharp chitin spikes. Xu Yichen's eyes were no more than three centimeters away from the tentacles. He watched the thing appear in the sky and then suddenly disappeared into the air.

The moment he was attacked, the Demon Hunter did not sense any danger coming. He relied entirely on Superman's reaction speed to avoid the attack.
Chapter completed!