I’m Being Held Captive by Demons

Under the moonlight, Kong Ning, who had lost all aura, was hidden in the clouds and mist, not daring to use the demon power in his body.

For fear of attracting the hands of pale ghosts underground.

But when he looked at the vajra in his hand, he was terrified.

I wanted to throw the vajra away, but I tried it a few times before, but it didn't work.

Is it really necessary to give this thing to the urn and pass on the risk?

Just as Kong Ning had such an idea, he heard footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk who had led the way for Kong Ning appeared in front of Kong Ning very abruptly.

It clasped its hands together, looked at Kong Ning quietly, and said, My lord, you have delayed too much time. We must rush to the top of the mountain as soon as possible to see the Buddha...

It still looks like the old monk before, no matter the facial features or the robes on his body, they are exactly the same.

But at this moment, the old monk under the moonlight gave Kong Ning an extremely dangerous feeling.

It doesn't have the dull atmosphere seen during the day at all.

This old monk...has some kind of change?

Kong Ning frowned and said: Master, what is the Buddha waiting for me? If you want the vajra, I will give it to you directly, and you can give it to him.

As he spoke, Kong Ning handed the vajra pestle in his hand to the old monk in front of him.

However, the old monk took several steps back abruptly, clasped his hands together and said, It's so good... Only the venerable can take this thing to the Buddha. No one else can.

Kong Ning looked at the old monk, and said: Then may I ask Master, what exactly is this vajra? If Master doesn't explain clearly, please forgive me for not being able to follow!

Kong Ning's tone was tough and his attitude was firm.

Be sure to get to the bottom of it.

However, the old monk shook his head with a compassionate face.

Seeing the Buddha, the Venerable will naturally know what this thing is.

With that said, he turned and left, saying: My lord, don't delay any longer, your friend has been waiting for you for a long time.

The words of the old monk have a meaning.

Kong Ning frowned slightly, looked at the old monk's back and said, My friend? Which one of my friends?

Under the moonlight, the old monk paused slightly, then turned around and smiled.

Of course it's the friend who came with His Holiness...

Kong Ning's expression turned ugly: Zhu Yan...is in your hands?!

The old monk's smile looked extremely strange at the moment, like a ghost.

Facing Kong Ning's questioning, he didn't speak, and threw something directly.

After Kong Ning took it, he found that it was the jade pendant that Zhu Yan was wearing around his waist!

The old monk has already left quickly.

Looking at the jade pendant in his hand, and at the leaving back of the old monk, Kong Ning had a gloomy expression and had no choice but to follow quickly.

The cold moonlight fell on the misty mountains, reflecting the clouds and mist in the mountains.

Kong Ning followed behind the old monk, climbing up the rugged stone steps of the mountain.

This time, there was no accident.

None of the five great demon kings showed up to stop them, nor did that old monster, Shuang Chenyue, who was tired of living in the world, jump out.

Even the ashes urn that had been following Kong Ning had disappeared.

In the moonlit and cold mountain, it seems that only Kong Ning and the old monk are left.

They climbed to the top of the mountain smoothly all the way, and saw the huge Buddhist hall on the top of the mountain.

Outside the Buddhist hall, a lonely lamp was lit. An indistinct figure, hunched over, sat cross-legged beside a lone lamp.

As for the inside of the Buddhist hall behind the figure, it was pitch black, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly.

There is only some kind of bad breath, permeating the air.

After the old monk came here, he walked straight forward, and finally passed the figure sitting by the lonely lamp and disappeared into the Buddhist hall.

On the grass in front of the Buddhist hall, Kong Ning looked at the figure in front of him vigilantly, and said, You are the Eastern Buddha? Where is my friend?

After Kong Ning finished speaking, the figure beside the solitary lamp moved, raised his head, and seemed to be looking at Kong Ning.

But before the figure could speak, another chuckle suddenly sounded on the top of the mountain.

Husband, are you looking for Yan'er? Before Yan'er was in the mountains, she saw a columbarium looking for me...

The witch's chuckle suddenly sounded.

Kong Ning suddenly followed the prestige, but saw Su Yan sitting under a peach blossom tree not far away, smiling.

And beside Su Yan, Caiwei, Liu Ruxue, and Wan'er were still sitting with normal expressions.

It looked like they were here for an outing, and there was actually a thin layer of blankets under them.

In front of him were pastries and hot tea.

It's just that Wan'er Caiwei and Liu Ruxue were all motionless, only Su Yan was drinking tea with a smile, in a happy mood.

Kong Ning looked at her in astonishment, and said, When were you here?

Clearly, Kong Ning had confirmed it just now, the top of the mountain was empty, and there was no one else at all.

But Su Yan's figure suddenly appeared?

But seeing under the peach blossom tree, Su Yan said with a shallow smile: Husband, sometimes what you see may not be true...Okay, quickly take the things in your arms.

Give that thing to Yan'er, Yan'er really wants it... Husband~~You just give it to Yan'er~~I really want it.

Su Yan, who was dressed in red, acted coquettishly, begging for the vajra in Kong Ning's arms, with various styles.

Kong Ning looked at her and said, You want this vajra too? What the hell is this? Also, what are you doing here?

Su Yan smiled all over her face, smiling very charmingly: Husband, you give the things to Yan'er, and Yan'er will tell you everything~~

And the figure sitting cross-legged beside the solitary lamp in front of the Buddhist hall suddenly spoke.

It gave a low cough and raised its head.

At this moment, it seemed to have some luster.

Kong Ning finally saw clearly what the hunched figure was wearing.

It was a shroud covered in blood!

This figure is actually not wearing a cassock robe, but a shroud?

The moment it raised its head, under the shroud, a pair of cold eyes seemed to lock onto Kong Ning.

It made Kong Ning feel cold all over.

Buddhist friends, give me the things. In the darkness inside the shroud, a calm whisper came out: Thirty years of ignorance, one of them must come to an end.

Give me that thing, and I will promise you one thing.

Four seas and eight wildernesses, nine heavens and ten places, with my promise, you can go there!

A green lamp, a shroud, and the calm but confident words all make people shudder.

At this moment, Kong Ning only felt like an ant under the feet of a giant, as if he would be crushed to death in an instant.

The unbelievable absurdity shocked him.

The mysterious old monk in the back mountain asked him to come here to kill the Buddha's enemies... Could it be that the mysterious ancient corpse in the shroud in front of him was the one he killed?

This is too much to think highly of him!

The strength gap between the two sides is beyond description.

It is completely the existence of two different dimensions!