Lord, I am such a good person.

Hearing the words of the tree demon boy, Shi Ran suddenly realized something.

"Is it Jialan Temple? It turns out that the bald-tailed pheasant and Zhao Jia didn't actually know the specific location of Nagalan Temple, but they dragged Nagalan Temple out of the space debris by relying on the [Burial Sutra]. "

"Haha, don't panic, don't panic!"

Just when all the demons in the field were caught in the shock of the transformation of the external world, the faint laughter of the bald-tailed pheasant suddenly sounded in the field,

"Mr. Feng, what on earth is going on? Why are we in a big tomb?"

"Yes, didn't you say that we came to attend the Laoshizi Jialan Dharma Ceremony?"

"Damn it, have you already made up your mind to sacrifice the sons outside the city first, and then to sacrifice us?"

"..."

Suddenly, the inner hall erupted with sounds of panic and confusion, roars and curses.

"quiet!"

At this moment, Zhao Jia suddenly slapped the stool and stood up.

Then a tyrannical aura burst out instantly, and then pressed towards the glaring old zombie,

Caught off guard by this aura, Lao Zhan, who was covered in bronze tattoos all over his body, hit the living flesh-and-blood wall of the inner hall as if he had been hit by a locomotive.

"Bang~"

A large amount of black blood spurted out uncontrollably from his mouth, but the next moment it was quickly absorbed cleanly by the excited flesh and blood wall.

Realizing that the wall of flesh and blood that was constantly surging seemed to continue to devour him, the tattoos all over Lao Zhan's body suddenly erupted with a green light, and the pictures of [Old Corpse Worshiping the Moon] and [Walking Zombie Eating People] all seemed to be alive. Like coming over,

"Ho~"

The sharp teeth in his mouth popped out uncontrollably, and corpse air spewed out from all over his body.

The next moment, the wall of flesh and blood behind Lao Zheng was blown into countless pieces of flesh.

"Zhao Jia! You!"

After breaking free from the wall, Lao Zheng's face was ferocious, his eyes were burning, and he looked at Zhao Jia as if he wanted to devour the latter alive.

"Haha, fellow corpse Taoist, don't be anxious. Mr. Zhao saw that everyone was a little agitated. He was afraid of attracting the attention of Nagalan Ghost Monk, so he made this move. Fellow corpse Taoist, please understand."

"snort!"

Knowing that these words were actually a step down for himself, Lao Zhan suppressed the anger in his heart and turned to ask,

"Jialan Ghost Monk? What do you mean? Isn't the Jialan Dharma Assembly mentioned in Mr. Feng's previous letter? Why is there a Laoshizi Jialan Ghost Monk now?"

"That's right, what the old zombie said is right, Mr. Feng, we are really confused now."

Hearing the noise in the field again, the bald-tailed pheasant first stretched out his hand and pressed it down in front of him, signaling everyone to lower their voices before explaining,

"I know that all fellow Taoists also have a lot of doubts in their hearts, but it will take some time to completely integrate with the tomb. In addition, now that we are on the neck armor of [Xuanwu Zangtou], our safety is not worried for the time being, so just listen The old man told me carefully,

About 500 years ago, this place was originally the prosperous Jialan..."

Just as Bald-tail Pheasant slowly introduced the past of Jialan Temple, Shi Ran suddenly discovered that the black cat in Zhao Jia's arms had disappeared.

"When did that earth dragon disappear?"

………

"Okay, okay, steal a dragon and turn a phoenix into a phoenix, steal the sky and change the day. I didn't expect Zhao Jia to be hiding such tricks. It's so powerful."

Where the Black Turtle's tail was, Zhao Qian looked up at the dark sky, clapped his hands and smiled,

"Old Zhao, you can still laugh? Your house has been stolen."

On the shoulder, a fat earth dragon stood up and looked at the looming figure wandering in the forest in the distance and couldn't help but complain.

"Haha, Xiao Fei, the temple you dug for many years to find is now found by Pheasant, who you despise, using Feng Shui techniques. How do you feel?"

At this time another voice sounded,

I saw that the old sheep from the voluptuous Caiqi Building was actually following behind me. He was stroking his beard and jokingly said,

"Huh, I know the art of Feng Shui, but I don't bother to use that hairless guy's method. In the words of the scholars of the human race, what is it called? Well, yes, it's called Youshangtianhe ”

Looking down at the flowing flesh and blood below, Fat Earth Dragon said with disgust on his face.

"Haha, your temperament is nothing like my boss's, but you seem to be quite compatible with those Buddhist bald donkeys."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't curse. Don't think that I won't dare to scold you now that I can't beat you since you took your clone back."

Turning around with difficulty, Fatty tried his best to squeeze out his bean-sized eyes and glared fiercely at the old sheep, whose aura had changed greatly.

"Haha~"

Shaking his head and smiling, Lao Yang stroked his beard and turned to look at Zhao Qian with a curious look on his face.

"My boss, should we wait until this black turtle has wiped out the protective shield before taking action, or should we save those human monks now?

If they don't take action, I'm afraid that this group of unlucky guys will lose their troops even if the black turtle drags Nagalan Temple out completely. "

Pointing towards the back of the forest, the old sheep smiled.

"Hey, I originally planned to ask Master Tan Xian to infiltrate their interior to find out more information, but I didn't expect that Zhao Jia moved too fast. Now he actually took action directly in only a day or two. To be honest, Zhao Jia seems a little hasty. "

After sighing, Zhao Qian said again,

"Let's go. Although Wu Xu is very powerful, who knows what will happen in this ghost place?

Tsk tsk, [Xuanwu Zangtou] vs. [Galan Ghost Temple], it's very fierce."

As he spoke, Zhao Qian suddenly took out a small paper boat from his arms, and then blew it gently.

The paper boat swelled in the wind, and then turned into a ferry boat emitting a faint light in front of the three people.

"With this [ghost ferry], Zhao Jia and the group of ghost monks can't find us for the time being. By the way, Lao Yang, have you sensed the breath of Gao He?"

"When Wu Xu and others entered the city earlier, he was ready to capture them, but he seemed to stop after sensing my breath."

Looking back, I saw Lao Yang, who had been seen in the wine, sex, wealth and qi building before, was actually emitting a strong breath.

But at this moment, many faces flashed across the familiar face from time to time, including greed, jealousy, joy, sadness, confusion, etc.

"That's good, but if you can't do anything this time, Old Sheep, please try not to do anything. The cost of using your big book [Qingyang Great Dream Sutra] is a bit high."

"Haha, don't worry, boss. Speaking of which, Old Sheep, I have a hunch that this time we may have to rely on that little monk."

"Master Tan Xian? Second level of Qi training?"

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, Old Zhao. In fact, I think so too. After all, we are in a ghost temple, and there are taboos."

At the shoulder, the fat boy hunched over and muttered mysteriously.