Fellow Taoists, please respect yourself. - Chapter 112: Joyful Temple

Chapter 112 Joyful Temple

As the pair of ink-black eyes raised, the entire inn seemed to fall silent.

The monk who spat felt his hair stand on end and a silent sense of crisis enveloped his whole body.

Chen Qingning silently moved the stool.

I guess Fellow Daoist Jiang now can’t hear anything, and doesn’t want to listen either.

If I remember correctly, the ghost wolf pack that destroyed Brother Jiang Daoist's food last time has now passed the seventh day. Ah, that's not right, after all, those ghost wolves have been ground to ashes and their souls have been scattered.

That’s all, and it only destroyed Brother Daoist Jiang’s reserve food.

This time, the monk directly destroyed the food that Brother Jiang was eating.

Now Chen Qingning is not sure what Brother Jiang will do.

Anyway, the only thing she could confirm now was that these two monks could have lived a little longer, but now they couldn't.

"Damn Taoist priest!"

The monk who was bewitched by Jiang Lin's Dharma Eye came back to his senses. His teeth turned completely black and his monk robe fluttered.

Streams of scarlet energy, as thick as magma, flowed out of his mouth.

It looks so strange and evil.

Chen Qingning moved the stool away, stood up, silently took a few steps back, then lowered his head and started searching.

She was certainly not afraid of the two black-toothed monks of the Bon religion. She was just looking for the talisman that could block her vision.

Although the boundary between cultivators and mortals has become very unclear these days, and many mortals have witnessed cultivators fighting, but after all, this is an authentic sect, and the rules should still be followed...

"Zheng!!"

Looking at the familiar scarlet positive energy rising up, and looking at the Zhenwu magic sword being unsheathed.

Seeing the blood-red light blooming in the young Taoist's dark eyes, Chen Qingning silently put down his hand.

It doesn't matter whether I brought the magic talisman or not, it's too late anyway...

By the time the scarlet divine light dissipated, the two black-toothed monks had completely disappeared.

To be precise, there was nothing left except a pile of meaningless bright red sticky stuff on the ground.

Jiang Lin put away the Zhenwu sword, glanced at the pancake on the table, and raised his hand.

"Boss, please change it."

Chen Qingning also sat down again and whispered, "Daoyou, let's change the table?"

"I won't change it."

Jiang Lin shook his head.

The boss came out from behind the counter, holding a large pancake in his hands, trembling, and said, "Master... No! A real person! No, an immortal!"

He put the new pancake on the table, took the contaminated one away, then gritted his teeth and spoke with a trembling body.

"Listen to my advice, you two should run for your lives!"

Hearing this, Jiang Lin picked up a large pancake and started eating again. While eating, he asked, "Why do you say that, boss?"

"You know magic, but the people from the Joy Temple know magic!"

"They are so numerous and powerful, you'd better avoid them first!"

The boss said earnestly: "The two evil monks just now are just the lowest-ranking monk servants!"

"There's such a saying? Chew chew chew... Boss, tell me about this Happy Temple... chew chew chew..."

Jiang Lin asked while eating.

At the same time, Chen Qingning on the side also placed a silver coin on the table.

"I dare not accept the gift from the immortal."

The boss waved his hand hurriedly to refuse, glanced carefully outside the inn, and winked at the servant.

The servant understood immediately and quickly locked the door of the inn.

The boss then relaxed a little, sat down at Jiang Lin's signal, organized his words, and then spoke.

"This Happy Temple appeared outside our Taiping Town three years ago."

"That place is the junction of three towns. It was originally an abandoned Dragon King Temple, which worshipped a Well Dragon King."

"The incense gradually died down, and it was taken over by a foreign monk..."

The boss recalled slowly.

At first, everything seemed normal for the monk. He carried a bowl and went back and forth between the three towns to beg for alms every day. He said that he wanted to rebuild a temple based on the Dragon King Temple.

The people of the three towns were also happy to lend a hand. Although no one was rich these days, it was precisely in such chaotic years that people needed spiritual sustenance even more.

Just like that, with ten copper coins from you, a bowl of glutinous rice from me, and a brick from him, we built a decent small temple in just two months.

Everyone was very happy because they finally had a place where they could burn incense and accumulate merit.

But on the first day when the temple opened its doors to welcome pilgrims, the pilgrims who entered that day never came out again.

There were more than fifty people.

The next day, when people went to the temple again, they found that the name of the temple had changed to "Happy Temple" without them knowing it.

Moreover, among the more than fifty people, more than twenty men had already put on monk robes and had their monk's scars on their bodies.

But no one knew where those thirty-plus women had gone.

Just when people were confused, the twenty or so "new monks" began to perform magic.

The black wind and the black teeth make people shudder.

These twenty-odd monks of Huanxi Temple have almost become the uncrowned kings of Taiping Town. No one dares to offend them. They will immediately use their magic if they are not satisfied with something.

Then three days later, people discovered that obscene sounds were often heard from the Huanxi Temple.

Those thirty-odd women have become furnaces for those monks.

In the Huanxi Temple, whenever someone comes to burn incense, they can see women whose temperaments have changed drastically and who have lost all human dignity.

"Of course, burning incense is not voluntary."

The boss smiled bitterly and said, "Every month, the black-toothed monks force the people to pay tribute. They accept money, food, and cloth."

Jiang Lin asked thoughtfully, "Are those more than 20 monks the monk servants?"

“No, they are the monks.”

The boss's smile became more bitter, and he said, "In the past three years, Huanxi Temple has also been recruiting monks."

"But if you want to become a monk in Huanxi Temple, you have to pay a huge price. Not only do you need the approval of more than three monks, but you also have to make donations..."

"What to offer?"

Chen Qingning asked in a deep voice with a gloomy face. From the moment she heard about the furnace, she could no longer hold back her anger.

“Everything.”

The boss whispered, "As long as we can please the monks."

"Of the two monk servants you just killed, one sacrificed his sister, and the other sacrificed his wife and five-year-old child!"

"By now, there are more than 200 monks and servants in Huanxi Temple!"

Hearing this, Jiang Lin and Chen Qingning looked at each other and saw the anger in each other's eyes.

If this is not an evil path, then there is no evil path in the Three Realms.

First they deceive people's minds, and then they recruit followers, using the flesh and blood of ordinary people as nourishment to enrich themselves.

Jiang Lin stood up, looked at the boss, and said, "Can I trouble you with something?"

"Please tell me, Immortal. I will do my best."

The boss didn't dare to say anything definite. In his opinion, although the young Taoist in front of him knew magic, how could he fight against more than 200 monks in Huanxi Temple?

Jiang Lin pointed at the table and said, "The dishes are good. Please order another table of the same dishes. I will come back to eat in the evening."

The boss was stunned when he heard this, and before he could answer, he saw the young Taoist priest in black cloak had already walked away.

"Squeak..."

The door of the inn was opened, and the warm afternoon sun shone in.

"Which direction is Huanxi Temple?"

"East!"

The Taoist priest in the black cloak nodded, walked against the light, and left the inn.

The light shone on the boss's face, and for some reason, the boss was already in tears.

On the street, Jiang Lin said nothing, but rays of lightning slowly rippled from the Zhenwu sword in his hand.

Chen Qingning took out a stack of talismans and rolled them up in his hand. The runes drawn with cinnabar flashed with light from time to time. Neither of them wanted to talk, and they walked out of the town in tacit understanding.

Taiping Town and the other two towns are not small towns, otherwise it would be impossible to "support" more than two hundred monks.

Jiang Lin and Chen Qingning both quickened their pace, faster and faster.

Finally, he started running.

The descendants of Beidi and Zhenwu no longer had any other ideas at this moment.

The pitch-black and scarlet eyes reflected each other, and at this moment, there was no trace of the Taoist pure and quiet energy in the two of them. What remained was only the increasingly strong evil spirit!

Finally, not far from Taiping Town, a temple appeared in front of Jiang Lin and Chen Qingning.

The temple is extremely luxurious with its carved beams and painted buildings. Even the ground in front of the temple is paved with fine blue bricks.

"It's all bone and blood."

Chen Qingning said softly that the bone and blood she mentioned certainly did not refer to "children", but had a superficial meaning.

Everything in this temple was built by exploiting the people of the three towns and even draining them of their blood.

"call……"

Jiang Lin didn't answer, but just let out a breath.

"Buzz!"

As if it was a signal, Chen Qingning took action immediately!

"Tianjun Deng, the Fire God Talisman, command!"

The first move was Deng Tianjun’s talisman!

That’s right, it was the Marshal Deng of the Fire Law Order who Miaoqing had summoned earlier with the Three Emperors Law!

"boom!!"

Under the guidance of Zhenwu's positive energy, the magic talisman exploded!

The red flames seemed to be erupting, covering the facade of Huanxi Temple!

In just a moment, the luxurious door was blown to pieces, and countless sparks flew everywhere!

Chen Qingning had made great contributions in his previous incident, so it is impossible that the Taoist priest of Taisu Palace did not express his appreciation.

Now, this nun has a lot of very violent and useful things in her hands.

Although Taisu Palace is the Zhenwu Sect, it is of Zhengyi origin after all. It would be strange if it didn't know talismans!

Especially this kind, which comes from the hands of a Taoist master, and can be called the best in the world, a "half-step divine talisman"!

Deng Tianjun threw out a fire talisman, and half of Huanxi Temple was destroyed.

Just like that, not long after the talisman was activated, a strange and evil spirit began to stir in the Joy Temple, resisting most of the power!

Even so, there was no plaque of Huanxi Temple in front of Jiang Lin.

You can see the Main Hall without even going in.

However, the scene inside the main hall made Jiang Lin's already intense anger rise to a higher level.

A group of women of different ages, in untidy clothes and with hazy eyes, were crawling on all fours inside the main hall.

Even though they were already attacked at the door, the Black-Tooth Monk was still "happy" as if no one was around.

"Ta Tata..."

At this time, a series of hurried footsteps were heard.

A black-toothed monk wearing a monk's robe, with black teeth and scars on his head ran out of the Huanxi Temple.

Each of them had red eyes, and visible evil aura lingered above the head of each Black Tooth Monk.

Pairs of cold eyes stared at Jiang Lin and Chen Qingning.

"Offer sacrifice to the Supreme Ben, and you will be blessed with great joy..."

A strange "chanting" sound was heard that drilled straight into people's heads. The black-toothed monks recited the strange scriptures in unison, and the sounds turned into sound waves visible to the naked eye.

The sound waves were a strange bright red color, and even fell to the ground and turned into bright red magma.

The means of Bon religion.

Jiang Lin knew without even looking that he was very familiar with this kind of weird stuff.

Looking at the black-toothed monks, Jiang Lin raised his hand, and the Zhenwu sword in his hand slowly floated up.

"Om..."

The Zhenwu sword was humming, and streaks of white-blazing lightning were rippled across the sword body, slowly becoming soaked in scarlet color.

"boom!!"

The Black Tooth monks took action.

The scarlet viscous magma erupted like a volcano, covering Jiang Lin all over!

Jiang Lin seemed unaware and just raised his hand and pointed it as a sword.

"Respectfully obey the command of Emperor Xuantian Zhenwuyousheng!"

"Respectfully obey the command of the Nine-Chen Divine Heaven Jade Purity True King!"

Two truths burst out in an instant!

"Zheng!!"

"Boom!!"

The Zhenwu sword bursts out with brilliant scarlet lightning!

Use the Xuantian sword technique, drive the Zhenwu sword, and urge the thunder of Shenxiao!

Zhenwu's positive energy and Shenxiao's thunder merged together, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

The scarlet thunder broke the strange bright red magma and also killed countless black-toothed monks!

Soon, the magic sword turned around and the thunder ended.

The hundreds of black-toothed monks that were originally in front of Jiang Lin were now indistinguishable from the pools of scarlet magma on the ground.

As the sword was swung out, Jiang Lin's face turned pale.

The fusion of Zhenwu Sword Technique and Shenxiao Thunder Technique, although the power is extremely amazing, the consumption is not as simple as one plus one.

It can be said that even with Jiang Lin's foundation built on immortal energy, this sword burned away at least 80% of Jiang Lin's magic power.

"Amitabha……"

As hundreds of Black Tooth Monks were killed by Jiang Lin, another wave of Black Tooth Monks came over as if by copy and paste.

In addition to more than one hundred monk servants who were exactly the same as before, walking in the front were about twenty monks wearing bright red robes and Vimalakirti hats on their heads.

These were obviously the original monks of Huanxi Temple.

"Using a bunch of monk slaves to exchange for the Taoist priest's exhaustion, it's a good deal."

One of the monks said with a smile: "The Taoist priest drew his sword in anger, and no one present dared to take it, but in the end, his anger clouded his mind."

"Please offer yourself as a sacrifice to the Supreme Ben."

Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes, said nothing, and made no movement.

He was not panicking at all now, because on his arm, the familiar cold feeling reappeared.

Looking at the group of black-toothed monks in front of him, Jiang Lin grinned, his white teeth shining.

Then, he took out the dark and cold Fengdu Jiuquan Order.

The command that was originally banned, dull and dark, now once again glowed with its dark light.

Feeling the familiar cold touch, Jiang Lin raised his hand and gave the order.

"Where is Feng Li Xiao?"

As soon as the words fell, Fengdu Jiuquan's order followed!

"laugh……"

Magnificent black energy spread out and condensed into an extremely huge ghost figure.

The six-hole demon from the deepest part of Fengdu has reappeared in the world!