I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

The spirit flew forward for a distance and quickly turned back: "There are traces of blood in the woods ahead. It should be heading due south."

I hurried over to take a look and found that there were indeed some bloodstains on the grass.

So I directly activated Shenxiao Jiuli and chased in the direction of due south.

But I chased for ten miles and didn't see Shirakawa Kazuma.

I guess this old guy set a trap for me. He deliberately left bloodstains in that direction to make me mistakenly think that he was running in that direction.

It doesn't matter if he ran away, the monk can escape but the temple cannot. Shirakawa Kazuma has been undercover in China for so many years, he must have left many clues.

There should still be a half-torn pair of his pants left there.

Afterwards, I quickly turned back and reunited with Uncle Huzi and Xiaopang.

When I returned to the temple again, I saw two more people in the yard, but they were squatting on the ground with their hands on their heads.

These two monks were the two wine-drinking and meat-loving monks who prevented us from entering the temple during the day.

It seems that he was beaten now.

I walked over and looked at Xiaopang and Uncle Huzi: "What's going on?"

"Just after you left, these two monks ran out and said that we destroyed their temple. They wanted us to pay compensation and wanted to fight with us. I slapped them twice and they behaved themselves." Xiaopang grinned at me.

I looked down and saw the two monks looking up at me. When I saw their expressions, I almost laughed out loud.

These two guys were beaten by Xiaopang like pigs, with their mouths crooked.

With Xiaopang's strength, he probably only used 10% of it. If he had used his full strength, he would have blown the heads off these two guys.

At this moment, they both looked very honest.

Xiaopang’s slap is the best way to win people over.

It just so happens that I also have something to ask these two monks.

I looked at them and asked gloomily, "What is your relationship with Zen Master Baiyun? Tell me the truth. If you tell a lie, I will let my buddies twist your heads off."

The fat monk glanced at me, his eyes rolled, and he said immediately, "I... we have nothing to do with Zen Master Baiyun... He hired us with money, and gave us 10,000 yuan a month, with food and lodging provided. We were only responsible for cleaning, and going down the mountain to buy some things every month. We have only been here for less than half a year, and we don't know anything."

"Yes, yes... He hired us and we just live in the temple and do nothing." The young monk also said.

It seems that the two of them really know nothing and have no idea that Zen Master Baiyun is a Japanese devil.

The purpose of Zen Master Baiyun building this temple was, firstly, to deal with Boss Xu, and secondly, to worship the Blood Bodhisattva.

When I thought of the Blood Bodhisattva, I walked towards the hall.

The Blood Bodhisattva returned to his previous appearance, but the evil spirits in his body had been taken away by Shirakawa Shinichi.

The blood Bodhisattva in front of him was just an empty shell.

At this moment, I felt annoyed at the Bodhisattva statue, so I swung a sword at it and smashed the blood-stained statue into pieces.

This blood Buddha is made of the ashes of the Japanese devils back then. I even have the urge to pee on it.

Hearing the sound of the Bodhisattva statue shattering, Uncle Huzi and Xiaopang hurried in.

"Oh, young master, why did you break the statue of Bodhisattva? It's a god. Don't you think your tribulations are not enough?" Uncle Huzi said in fear.

"Bullshit! This bloody Bodhisattva is made of the ashes of devils. Countless evil spirits of devils are sealed inside. It's not a Bodhisattva at all." I kicked the Bodhisattva's head to pieces.

Uncle Huzi was confused and had no idea what was going on.

I waved my hand and said, "This matter is a bit complicated. I'll tell you when I get back."

Immediately, I walked out of the hall and came to the yard. In the corner of the wall was the place where Shirakawa Kazuma was blown away by the ice tornado.

I searched around and finally found Shirakawa Kazuma's half-torn bloody underpants.

I took out a plastic bag from the dragon-tiger mirror and put the half-ripped pants in it.

Xiao Pang came over and saw the bloody pants and asked, "Xiao Jie, you took off someone's pants again?"

"I don't want to either. Who knows why this sword move is so weird?"

"That old monk is in his seventies or eighties, and you had the heart to do that to him." Xiaopang was speechless.

"If you say that again, I'll take off your pants." I glanced at Xiaopang.

As soon as these words came out, the frightened Little Fatty quickly covered his buttocks and said, "Xiao Jie, we are childhood friends, you can't do this."

"I dared to take off Brother Hei's pants, so it should be easy for me to take off yours." I grinned and threw the half-pulled pants to Xiaopang.

"Xiao Pang, keep this. I'll notify Lao Luo to come over later. It looks like we're going to do something big again."

The reason I didn’t put it in the Dragon-Tiger Mirror was because I was afraid that Xiao Haitang would scold me.

I can only let Xiaopang take it first.

When Xiaopang saw that what I threw to him was half a pair of shorts, he immediately wanted to throw it away in disgust.

"Don't throw it away. With these pants, maybe each of us can earn millions. Keep them quickly, otherwise you won't have a penny." I threatened Xiaopang.

Xiaopang was about to throw the money away, but when he heard that he could make so much money, he quickly put it in his trouser pocket like a treasure.

"These are not just pants, they are actually a lot of cash. Don't worry, I will keep them well." Xiaopang was immediately delighted.

Ignoring the two fake monks, the three of us went straight out of Baiyun Temple. When we stood at the door, I paused for a moment and said to Xiaopang, "Xiaopang, smash this temple door for me."

Xiaopang was a very obedient person. I told him to smash it, so he smashed it. He swung the eight-sided purple gold hammer in his hand and knocked down the temple door.

Then we came to the archway in front.

The function of this archway is to deal with the Feng Shui situation of the White Tiger opening its mouth. As long as this archway is destroyed, the Feng Shui situation will be broken.

I pointed at the memorial archway and said, "Tear this down, too."

"Okay." Xiaopang responded, and a pair of eight-sided purple gold hammers came out at the same time and smashed on the archway. For a moment, rocks flew everywhere and the archway was smashed to pieces.

With Xiaopang's strength, it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't go and destroy houses.

After destroying everything here, the three of us went straight down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, I took out my cell phone and called the sloppy Taoist priest. This time he answered the call quickly.

"Wu Laoliu, if you have something to say, just say it!" The sloppy Taoist priest's mean voice came from the phone.