Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound echoed in my ears.

As time went by, it did not stop. Instead, the rotation speed of this circle of monks became faster and faster, flapping at extremely high speed.

It was an extremely crisp sound at first, and then gradually became more and more dull...

Things are developing in an increasingly weird direction.

Shan Chun saw the red blood coming out of the monk's buttocks and shook his head slightly.

People are not people, butts are not butts, why are they like this?

Everyone’s hands have turned red and stained with blood.

But the force of the slapping is getting stronger and stronger.

Ta! Ta! Ta!

Red juice splashed out, the black gauze became torn, and after the white monk's robe inside was stained with blood, the rear area was completely torn, revealing bloody buttocks.

If the spanking continues like this, even a spanking can beat the person to death.

Shan Chun looked at these monks, his eyes were red and full of madness, but his face showed an expression of enjoyment.

These guys...

Shan Chun continued to watch, and he slowly found Shouqing and the other three in the crowd.

There is no difference between them and others. The bones of the disciples who were beaten by them have been vaguely exposed on their buttocks.

Is this normal?

Midnight Festival uses such self-mutilation behavior to resolve the strange energy?

Shan Chun couldn't understand and was full of questions.

But the whole process is under the control of Mu Jieyuan, so it is not his turn to worry about it.

After a few more rounds of intense slapping, the monks all dispersed as if they suddenly received some signal.

I saw their bodies undulating violently, moving freely around the campfire, and something seemed to be rushing out of their bodies.

Such a situation...

Shan Chun suddenly remembered what he saw from Mu Jieyuan.

Their internal organs are agitated.

The monks closed their eyes, as if they were in a fugue, their bodies were swelling, and a faint black air was slowly coming out.

These are the opposite energies, and everything is done to force them out.

Shan Chun guessed it.

Different people have different swelling areas, which should be related to different parts of the transplant.

As the black energy continues to rise, the monks' buttocks are also being repaired quickly.

But the red light in their eyes is indeed getting stronger and stronger. As the only exposed facial features that are not wrapped in black gauze, the pairs of red eyes look extremely weird.

The monks repaired their injuries and then fell into madness again.

Or get down on all fours and walk at high speed in a weird posture...

Or they are connected to each other, and their mouths keep making roaring sounds. I don’t know whether it is pain or happiness...

Or they can form a small circle to suck intestinal juice and share it with each other to show their friendship...

Or hug and form a ball, rolling...

My eyes are opened.

Playing too pervertedly.

I just want to cultivate immortality seriously...

What's going on...

Shan Chun tried hard to close his mouth, feeling extremely cold. It would take a lifetime to heal from such a scene.

Looking back, I feel that the uncle's behavior was quite good. He peeked at his cheap master.

Mu Jieyuan looked calm, checking the situation inside the mask, and did not show any discomfort.

Anyone here?

Shan Chun tried hard to stay calm, but the scene inside the mask became increasingly unsightly.

Shan Chunyuan calls it spiritual pollution.

He thought of searching for the four-armed figure, but at this time, the scene of the monks in the light shield was extremely confusing and it was impossible to distinguish them.

Forget it.

Shan Chun sighed.

This behavior will last all night, and he will have to do it himself from now on.

I feel physically uncomfortable just thinking about it.

While Shan Chun was trying to endure it, suddenly, countless laser beams shot out from all corners of Xicheng Temple, quickly intertwined, and enveloped Xicheng Temple.

These laser beams are self-triggered.

"There is a demonic spirit!"

Mu Jieyuan's expression changed, and he immediately shouted and jumped into the air.

Whoosh!

He waved the staff in his hand and inserted it directly into the groove on the high platform.

"Shan Chun, hold the scepter, summon Shouqing and the other three to integrate the disciples, and be quick!"

After Mu Jieyuan said these words, he flew out.

Gan!

Shan Chun still didn't know what happened. He looked at the laser beams all over the sky, and he was still confused.

What kind of monster?

But what Mu Jieyuan told him was absolutely untrustworthy, and Shan Chun immediately carried it out. He pulled out his scepter and jumped off the high platform.

The dark scepter has a cold touch.

Shan Chun held the scepter in his hand, his spirit seemed to be slowly frozen.

So powerful.

The moment the scepter was pulled out of the groove, the light shield surrounding the bonfire tower instantly dissipated.

These monks in a state of madness seemed to be forcibly awakened in an instant, the red light in their eyes dissipated, and the whole person was in a sluggish state.

"Shouqing, Shouyue, Shouheng, where are they?"

Shan Chun shouted loudly.

I saw three people breaking free from the heap of people on the ground.

They were just released from the connection state. The three of them were disheveled and their faces were red.

"A demon is coming. Gather your disciples and be fast!"

Shan Chun's face was full of indifference.

"Yes..."

The voices of the three people were a little rough. Even if they usually looked gloomy and silent, their old faces seemed to have new vitality.

Three old guys...

Shan Chun felt extremely disgusted when he saw the three people. Perhaps it was due to the concepts obtained and shaped from distant memories that made him unable to accept such a thing, even if it was common.

The three of them trembled, put on neat and fresh clothes, and quickly gathered their disciples.

Look at those disciples who also used the same method to change their clothes after waking up, and took various weapons in their hands.

Shan Chun focused on the bags on these people's waists, except for the animal bags.

Storage bag.

I haven’t yet.

After the matter is over, you have to ask the master for one.

Shan Chun thought in his heart.

The complicated laser beams shone, and a silver sitting Buddha had condensed in mid-air. Although it was not as tall as the Dharma condensed by the Jade Buddha Gate in the Paradise City, it was still more than twenty meters high, and it was extremely oppressive.

There was another sound in the air.

"Shan Chun, go to the Main Hall and the Three Main Halls, insert the scepter into the groove in front of the Buddha, lift the blockade, and the three Shouqing people will lead the disciples to the roof."
To be continued...