In the temple, there is a lonely cold wind, and only three oil lamps lit up the night, with slightly yellow lamps and several Buddha statues on both sides, and in the middle, there are two tall statues of Sakyamuni. Bayi Middle School     W★w   W★.

★8√1    z★W     .

くC        M

The fat monk was gnawing on the chicken wings with relish. Suddenly, the wind passed, and all the three remaining oil lamps in the temple were wiped out in a flash!

The fat monk held the chicken wings, his hands full of oil suddenly stopped.

"Uh...what? Lord Yinsi, are you here?"

The fat monk stood up, bowed to the surroundings, and said tentatively. It seemed that he knew that a soul-attracting messenger was coming tonight.

"It's unreasonable... Why is it so early? It's not time."

The fat monk looked at the moon outside, and thought in his heart that it would be a while before the ghost seduces the soul.

Then, a cold wind blew in the temple!

The temperature dropped sharply, as if it had reached the freezing point, and even the ground was covered with a layer of white mist. The fat monk's face changed suddenly. He also knew that this was not the uterus coming, but the evil spirit!

The figure of the Blood Eagle gradually appeared at the entrance of the temple, and there was a strong black air surging on his body. This was the first time Yan Feng saw the Blood Eagle take action.

Standing next to a tree outside the temple, looking at the blood eagle at this moment, the powerful ghost aura radiated from his body, Yan Feng's guess became clearer and clearer.

He is also becoming more and more certain.

It's true!

If this blood eagle is completely healed, it is definitely a ghost-like existence! This is a military soul! If it becomes a ghost-like demon, just relying on that evil spirit is enough to shock other ghost-like demons!

"Demon, demon!"

When the fat monk saw the blood eagle, he was so scared that he stepped back, and took off the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck and held them in his hand.

Just like this?

Yan Feng leaned against the tree and looked at the fat monk like this... He was so scared, and he was still attracted by others in this way?

Blood Eagle was also a little surprised by the fat monk's performance. With a wave of his hand, a black air rushed towards the fat monk with a roar.

The fat monk screamed in surprise, pulled up his legs and ran back, and the black air hit the fat monk with a loud bang.

A strange thing happened. When this black air met the fat monk, it seemed to have entered a container and went straight into the fat monk's body and disappeared. Instead, the fat monk, except for screaming, seemed to have nothing to do. The blood eagle continued to throw out several waves one after another, and without exception, they were all sucked.

Yan Feng frowned. This fat monk was a little strange!

"Master Buddha, I tell you! Don't do anything randomly!"

The fat monk hid behind the statue of Sakyamuni, pointing at the Blood Eagle with his head exposed.

Blood Eagle frowned, and at this moment he was probably extremely depressed. Why did his ghost energy use nothing to this fat man? And this fat monk... Why does this guy feel like he is playing games?

"Hahaha, I don't dare to come here, you little monster, you're still beating Buddha!"

The fat monk looks like this...

The psychopath... Yan Feng and Xue Ying cursed in their hearts at the same time.

At this time, Yan Feng couldn't bear to see it anymore and walked into the temple. When the fat monk saw Yan Feng, he immediately jumped out.

"Boy, it turns out that you are instructing me, what do you want to do!"

Damn, what do I want to do?

"Do you want to steal the Buddha's chicken legs?"

Yan Feng looked at this fat monk like he was crazy, and he was funny wherever he released it.

"Talk Ye Bin's soul, otherwise don't blame me for doing it." Yan Feng originally planned to do it directly at the beginning, but now seeing the fat monk's appearance... he seems to be unable to take action at all.

The fat monk inserted his hands into his waist, and his fat belly arched and trembled up and down.

"Ye Bin? Who is Ye Bin? Don't talk nonsense here!"

"Do you hand over?"

"Who are you? Why did Master Buddha give it to you?"

"Fatty man! You're looking for death, right?"

As he said that, Yan Feng pulled the Zhuxie bow and put the Zhuxie arrow on it. A long golden string appeared. Seeing this, the fat monk suddenly shrank behind the statue of Sakyamuni.

"Cum, you have the courage to cum, hahaha, I don't dare to do it!" The fat monk laughed.

Damn, this is a crazy monk who came out of a temple? Yan Feng patted his forehead and was speechless.

"Fatty, I ask you, why do you want to seduce other people's souls? As a monk, do such a thing that is harmful to the will of heaven, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

The fat monk was stunned when he heard this, then climbed onto the shoulders of Sakyamuni statue and showed his head to Yan Feng.

"You guy knows nothing. Buddha is understanding cause and effect, and is practicing! I have already saved the Taoist scriptures for this mortal soul, and it will definitely make him vote for a good family in the next life."

"I'll save your mother!"

Yan Feng blurted out and cursed. If he talked to such a fat man, people would be angry to death.

The evil arrow in his hand took off his bow and came out.

"Oh my God, you're really shooting!" The fat monk was so scared that he quickly shrank his head back when he saw Yan Feng's arrow shot out.

Paji!

The evil-killing arrow was nailed to the pillar behind Sakyamuni statue, and then dissipated and returned to Yan Feng's quiver.

"Nine Arrows to Kill Evil!"

The fat monk showed his head again, looked at the place where the evil arrow disappeared, turned his head and looked at Yan Feng in surprise, and then showed a happy smile on his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I didn't see that you actually have the Nine Arrows of Killing Evil!"

"oh?"

Yan Feng found that this fat man was not afraid of himself at all. He was pretending just now, and... he actually knew Jiujiang Zhuxie.

"I'll say it again and give me that life soul."

The fat monk scratched his neck: "Donor, it's not me, why are you so persistent? Besides, the people from the underworld have already set out to attract souls. Once the soul-catching messenger comes out, there is no reason to go back empty-handed. So what can I do if I give it to you? Could you fight with the underworld?"

"That's nothing to do with you."

Yan Feng's eyes turned cold, and the blood eagle next to him stood up, his eyes instantly turned red, and black ghost energy instantly spread throughout the temple.

"What a powerful ghost spirit... I'm almost approaching the demon. What a pity, Lord Buddha doesn't take this trick!"

The fat monk walked out from behind the Sakyamuni statue, looked at the Blood Eagle, then took out a chicken leg from his wide sleeve and handed it to Yan Feng.

"Master Buddha invites you to eat chicken legs, are you going to cut it?"

Yan Feng glanced at the chicken legs... I wiped it, these chicken legs are so dirty that they are almost hairy.

"Not eating? I won't give it to you!"

As he said that, the fat monk smiled, dusted the ashes on the chicken legs, and put them beside his nose and smelled them; "It's so fragrant!"

After biting it, the expression on the face was called rich.

Yan Feng frowned. He didn't understand what this fat monk wanted to do. Is this person really the one who hooked Ye Bin's soul?

He didn't know what to say for a moment, but it seemed that the fat monk was not afraid of the evil spirits. The Blood Eagle's attack just now, coupled with the ghost energy that is now in the temple, nothing works for him.

It seemed as if something had protected him, and it was all excluding the blood eagle's ghost energy.

Looking at the fat monk who was gnawing on the chicken legs one by one, Yan Feng put away the nine arrows of Zhu Xie and walked towards him step by step.
Chapter completed!