The cold wind is still howling and washing away the temperature of the earth, and the branches are constantly swaying, making rustling sounds.

The cold moonlight in the sky exudes a strange atmosphere. On Tuesday, I can feel a lot of faint sights. These should be some weaker little monsters!

Perhaps because of the killing of the demon wolf, these sights passed by in a flash, and no demon dared to run out and look for trouble.

"Boom!"

A sound of thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, as if they were about to press down.

But what is strange is that there is a gap in the dark clouds in the sky, revealing the moon.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly the rain fell, and then it turned from a few drops to a downpour.

Fortunately, it was already night and there were not many pedestrians on the road.

However, a few monks came to a somewhat desolate temple to take shelter from the rain, picked up some relatively dry firewood, and gathered around to light a fire.

As the fire rose, the coldness in the temple was gradually dissipated, and the fire also illuminated the surroundings.

A decapitated statue stood on the altar, holding a sword in his hand, pointing straight ahead.

"It looks like it should be a general temple!" A monk with a sinister face said with a sigh of relief.

"We can't let our guard down at the General Temple. We will hold three vigils tonight, two people at a time. We will continue our journey tomorrow morning." A strong monk with scars all over his head said while observing the surroundings.

The other people also nodded, then sat next to the fire, took out the dry food and began to eat slowly.

Under the light of the bonfire, the shadows of these monks swayed gently around, reflecting on the surrounding walls.

The walls and pillars are all carved with patterns, including dismemberment by five horses, amputating hands and feet, splitting into chariots, and various cruel punishments.

And under the gentle swaying of the shadows, these patterns seemed to be moving.

Suddenly, the head of the man who was quartered by five horses suddenly opened his eyes, and a little light lit up, and he looked at these monks.

The other patterns also lit up with bits of light, and even began to move, getting closer to the monks little by little.

At this time, the cold wind was blowing outside, and the pouring rain was beating on the ground. There were thunderous cries, and suddenly a different sound appeared.

"rustle…!"

It was the sound of footsteps that made all the monks open their eyes and look towards the door of the temple.

The moving reliefs also stopped for an instant, then flashed back to their original places, and the faint light dissipated.

A figure appeared in the eyes of these monks, holding a paper umbrella, wearing clean clothes and nothing else.

Facing Jingbai, his eyes revealed a light, and his pupils of different colors, one gold and one silver, made them all feel nervous. Most people would not have such pupils.

Although he looks like a scholar, he appears alone in the wilderness and in a temple in the middle of the night.

A skinny middle-aged monk among the group of monks slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at Tuesday.

"Is he a human or a ghost? Or some kind of demon? No, he shouldn't be that stupid. He's just a mixed-race bastard."

There was a fierce light in the eyes of this skinny middle-aged monk. Then he glanced at the people around him and slowly closed his eyes.

Tuesday slowly put away the paper umbrella, glanced at the monks, nodded, and found a seat on the other side of the temple to sit down.

"With supernatural powers similar to those of those soldiers, don't they have a specialized power system? Or are these guys not real monks? Are they carrying steel knives? Are they pretending to be monks?"

Tuesday sat next to him, with these thoughts flashing through his mind. After all, in this world of monsters and monsters, there should be more than just martial arts.

Gu</span>But it may be that there are subtle changes under martial arts. He looked at the monks next to him.

Except for the two vigilantes who watched him warily, everyone else closed their eyes and began to rest.

"Let's wait until daybreak. Approaching them at this time is too easy to cause misunderstandings and stimulate their reactions."

After thinking about this on Tuesday, he slowly closed his eyes.

Time gradually passed, and it was already past half-way through the night. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and I was afraid it would not stop tonight.

Somehow the patterns on the wall became calmer, maybe they noticed something was unusual about Tuesday.

Suddenly, the skinny middle-aged monk opened his eyes, and the two strong monks beside him also opened their eyes tacitly.

Then, they looked at each other gently, and slowly picked up the steel knife next to them.

He stood up slowly, thinking about Tuesday and walked over. The other monks did not open their eyes, and their breath did not change, but their hands had already grasped the handle of the knife at some point.

At this time, Tuesday was lying on his side on the ground, resting his head on his hands and facing the wall, with a cold light in his eyes.

After the two monks got close, they rushed in instantly. One held a steel knife and chopped at Tuesday's head, and the other chopped off Tuesday's legs.

"boom!"

The two monks were instantly ejected by a powerful force and hit the wall hard.

"No, let's fight together!"

The monk with a sinister face shouted loudly and rushed over with the knife in his hand, but the one who was faster than him was the skinny middle-aged monk.

The palms were glowing with black gas, and the skinny palms were like bones, and they grabbed at Tuesday.

Tuesday frowned slightly, looking at the black energy that revealed the dead silence, and sent out a Fire Palm with his backhand.

Fiery red palm prints flew out of the air and covered the skinny middle-aged monk fiercely.

The skinny middle-aged monk had a ferocious face, and black energy surged out of his hand, turning into a palm print of the same size, and he struck it directly.

"boom!"

Although the two palm prints were the same size, the black palm print collapsed upon contact and instantly covered the skinny monk's body.

He was blown away directly and hit the wall hard.

The powerful force made the skinny monk vomit out a mouthful of blood, and without a trace of hesitation, he immediately ran out of the temple.

His heart was filled with panic, and he did not expect that with his innate strength, he would collapse at the first touch.

"The Grand Master of Hundred Acupoints! It must be the Grand Master of Hundred Acupoints! How could such a person appear in the wilderness? And he was so damn unlucky to be met by me. I..."

Just when he thought of this, there was a heavy blow from behind, and he lost consciousness in an instant and passed out.

Tuesday looked at the skinny middle-aged monk and pulled him back to the temple by his clothes.

Several monks were lying on the ground, but Tuesday did not kill them immediately, leaving them still had some effect.

After taking a look at these monks, I found the two who started the attack. The colorful light caught them both and brought them to the front of Tuesday.

The soul was pulled out, and pictures appeared in his eyes, which Tuesday kept watching.

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