Taiping Inn

Just as Li Xuandu looked up at the statue, the statue also looked down at Li Xuandu.

Then the corners of the statue's mouth slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile, which was very strange.

One man and one god looked at each other.

The next moment, Li Xuandu suddenly rose up, and the "cold beauty" on his waist also clanged out of the sheath, and the frosty white sword energy was like a comet sweeping the tail, directly splitting the statue in half.

In the dark, there seemed to be a sharp scream, and then a wisp of black smoke rose and dissipated.

Li Xuandu carried the "cold beauty" and stepped out of the side hall. Outside was a deserted yard with a few pine trees planted, but at this time they had completely withered, leaving only dry branches.

Su Yunjiao followed closely behind Li Xuandu, also with a sword in hand, ready for battle.

The two of them left this remote courtyard one after the other. Not far away was the Mountain Gate Hall, which was similar to the gatehouse of a wealthy family. According to common sense, there would be two statues of Vajra Warriors in the hall, with majestic appearances, glaring at each other, holding vajra to scare away demons and monsters. Because the Vajra on the left had an angry look and an open mouth, and the Vajra on the right had an angry face and closed lips, they were also called the two generals of Heng and Ha. The closed mouth is Heng, and the open mouth is Ha.

At this time, the two Vajra statues in the Mountain Gate Hall were already in ruins. One Vajra statue had its head chopped off, and the other had its arms cut off, which was extremely miserable.

Li Xuandu stopped with "Cold Beauty" in his hand and said to Su Yunjiao behind him: "This temple was built in the city, not in the wilderness outside the city. Even if there are few incense, it should not be abandoned like this. But looking at the scene here, it has been abandoned for at least half a year. Why is it like this?"

Su Yunjiao was stunned and said: "You mean..."

Li Xuandu said softly: "This matter should have been premeditated, not a sudden idea, so Zaoge Sect occupied this temple a long time ago, expelled the monks, and did not allow the people to come here to worship Buddha and burn incense."

Li Xuandu hesitated for a moment and continued: "It seems that there was a fierce battle here, but I don't know the specific situation.

Just when the two were talking, Li Xuandu's heart moved, and he turned his head suddenly. There seemed to be a flash of black shadow in the mountain gate hall.

Immediately afterwards In the mountain gate hall, there was a faint sound of monks chanting in the morning class, which seemed to be there and not there, appearing and disappearing from time to time. However, in the sound of the scriptures, there was no Buddhist Zen chanting. Instead, there was a sneaky feeling of someone laughing quietly at night. There was also the sound of wooden fish, "dong dong dong" hitting the heart, making the chanting sound like a puff of light smoke, drifting into the ears, and then into the heart, making people dizzy.

Li Xuandu frowned and walked towards the mountain gate hall.

There are two side halls on the left and right sides of the mountain gate hall. One side hall has a hanging bell, which is the morning bell, and the other side hall has a drum, which is the evening drum.

Just as Li Xuandu approached, a bell suddenly rang.

On the left is the bell tower, and on the right is the drum tower. In the morning, the bell is struck first, and the drum responds. In the evening, the drum is struck first, and the bell responds. This is the so-called morning bell and evening drum. . It was noon, and although it was past morning, it was barely acceptable to ring the bell. However, there should be no one in the bell tower at this time, so who was ringing the bell?

Li Xuandu stepped on the ground, floated to the top of a stone tablet, and looked into the bell tower.

I saw a tall figure in the bell tower trying to ring the bell, one after another. After feeling Li Xuandu's gaze, the figure paused for a moment and stopped his movements, then turned around abruptly and stared at Li Xuandu.

This was a tall monk with his upper body exposed, with muscular beard and eyes like copper bells, just like the Dharma Protector Vajra in the mountain gate hall, but his skin was reddish purple, and the veins on his shiny head were bulging, which was intimidating.

What was even more creepy was that there were no eyeballs in the monk's eyes, just two black A dark and empty space.

Li Xuandu looked at the monk, and both his state of mind and expression were calm.

It can be seen that this man should have been a martial artist in his lifetime. After his death, he was refined into this appearance by evil magic. Although he was less intelligent than when he was alive, he was better in physique and strength.

After the monk and Li Xuandu looked at each other for a long time, they slowly withdrew their gazes and continued to ring the bell, one after another.

At the same time, a dull drum sound was heard from the drum tower, corresponding to the bell sound here.

The morning bell corresponds to the morning class, and the evening drum corresponds to the evening class.

After the bell and drum sounded together, the closed doors of the side rooms on both sides opened with a "pop", and then one monk after another staggered out of them, all with purple skin, their eyeballs dug out, leaving only two black eye sockets.

If you look closely, you can see that these monks are not intact. Some have their arms chopped off, some have their legs chopped off, and some even have their heads chopped off with sharp weapons. They are only connected by the last bit of flesh and skin, and are shaky.

However, as the bells and drums sound more and more rapid, the monks' movements become more and more flexible, muttering unknown scriptures and striding towards Li Xuandu and Su Yunjiao.

Li Xuandu jumped down from the stone tablet and asked, "Have you killed anyone?"

"Don't look down on people." Su Yunjiao said, "Of course I have killed people."

Li Xuandu smiled and said, "Well, these minions are left to you. I will deal with the two bell-ringers and drum-beaters."

Su Yunjiao nodded and swung his sword into the air without hesitation.

Although she was defeated by Li Xuandu in Taiping Inn, it does not mean that her innate realm is just a paper-made innate realm. With the power of one person and one sword, she swept away all the fish and shrimps in Taiping Inn that day, which can be seen.

Su Yunjiao held the sword "Xuanshui" and simply swept the sword. A glazed sword energy appeared on the sword tip, cutting several monks in half.

Then the sword force suddenly turned, the sword came out like wind, the sword tip was like a cold star, one sword and one cold star, instantly piercing out a continuous cold light star rain.

Then there was a series of fine metal and stone sounds, as if the summer rainstorm hit the ground paved with bluestone slabs.

Then these monks fell down in an instant like ripe rice in autumn.

On the other side, Li Xuandu walked with a knife and chopped at the bell tower.

There was no need to pay attention to any sword style or knife technique, it was just that the Qi Qi turned into sword light.

The entire bell tower, including the big bell hanging in the bell tower, was split in half by this knife. The inherent icy aura on the knife formed a layer of white frost on the edge of the fracture.

Then Li Xuandu took a step forward, and the whole person seemed to shrink the earth into an inch. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of the bell-ringing monk and swept his abdomen with a knife.

Accompanied by a series of sparks and harsh sounds, the monk was not cut in half, but the whole person was also blown away by the huge force carried by the "cold beauty". His back directly smashed the wall behind him, and he continued to move forward, and finally crashed into the drum tower, smashing a spider-web-like crack.

At this moment, the drum sound in the drum tower also stopped, and another monk of this appearance slowly walked out, holding a drumstick in each hand.

The two monks stood side by side.

Li Xuandu went straight forward, and while sweeping the bell tower monk away with a knife, he slapped the drum tower monk on the chest with a palm. The "Wuji Jin" immediately penetrated the drum tower monk's body and reached his internal organs, vibrating back and forth. The drum tower monk's body was filled with dull thunder, and he staggered back. Countless small cracks appeared on his skin, and purple blood oozes out.

Li Xuandu changed to holding the knife with both hands and rushed forward.

The tip of the knife hit the chest of the bell tower monk who had just stood up. The bell tower monk's feet were still rooted in the ground, but his body slid back dozens of feet, and his feet left two deep grooves on the ground.

Li Xuandu did not stop at all. His body was like flying in the air, and he swept in front of the bell tower monk again, and then slapped him on the top of his head.

With a plop, the bell tower monk knelt on his knees.

Li Xuandu wiped the "cold beauty" in his hand and cut off the head.

After losing his head, the headless body of the bell tower monk struggled in vain for a moment, and finally gradually stopped moving.

Then Li Xuandu threw backhand, and the "cold beauty" flashed away. The drum tower monk who had just stood up to attack Li Xuandu from behind was pierced through the head by the knife, and the knife did not reach the position of the knife tip. At the same time, the huge force of the knife carried the body of the drum tower monk into the air, and finally nailed him to the wall of the drum tower.