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Chapter 282 The Snake Plague
Standing between the mountain gates are monks from five temples.

And the ones who took the lead and led the group of monks were Xingshen from Lianhua Temple and Zhending from Genshan Temple.

The two were old friends, and now they cooperated and stood at the gate of the mountain. Seeing that Zhao Quan and the other three had performed lightness kung fu, they hurriedly summoned all the disciples to be ready.

Xing Shen whispered to Zhen Ding beside him; "Senior Brother Zhen Ding, the deputy host of Fazhao is really right, they actually returned again."

Zhending snorted coldly: "Killing so many people from our Buddhist sect, how can we allow them to go away, and now it's just right to come back, and the Zen stick in the poor monk's hand can't wait!"

But Xingshen said: "Brother, it's better to be careful. Don't forget that Fazhao's deputy host once said that the leader is quite good at martial arts."

Zhending said: "Looking at his age, he is not too old. No matter how talented he is, his achievements in martial arts will be limited. You and I are here, and there are three other temples. It is enough to deal with the three of them." .”

Xingshen was about to continue talking, but suddenly his nose moved, his brows raised slightly, and he said, "Brother Zhending, do you smell any strange fragrance?"

At this time, Zhen Ding was looking forward intently, and casually said: "What kind of fragrance. Brother, you see they stopped there and stopped moving forward, maybe they were caught by our aura and were afraid in their hearts."

Xing Shen frowned deeply, and said: "Brother Zhending, it seems that there is really a strange fragrance lingering."

At this time, Zhending also felt abnormal.

There are all big monks here, and there are no women.

Even if there is a woman, it is a nun in a nunnery. A nun does not know how to apply rouge and gouache, but where does this fragrance come from?

Just as the two of them were thinking, they suddenly heard a scream from a monk disciple not far away.

Xing Shen hurriedly said, "I'll go and have a look."

Exercising lightness kung fu, he said to the terrified monk disciple, "What's going on?"

The monk disciple raised the saber in his hand, pointed at the snake corpse that had been broken into two pieces on the ground, and said: "Just now a long snake appeared suddenly, it scared me."

Xingshen frowned, and said: "It's just a snake, don't make a fuss about it, and, junior brother, you have violated the precept of killing!"

However, after Xingshen finished speaking, the disciple did not respond.

Xing Shen was slightly dissatisfied, and turned his head to look, only to see the disciple looked frightened and looked behind Xing Shen.

Except for a relatively wide stone step, the mountain gate is surrounded by dense forests on both sides.

At this time, more than a hundred monks blocked the stone steps of the mountain gate, and the position of this disciple was at the edge of the stone steps, and there were even many plant branches extending into the range of the stone steps.

Xingshen suddenly realized that something was wrong, but before he turned his head to look back, he felt something cold and slippery landed on the top of his bare head.

That kind of touch gives people a feeling of nausea and fear, as if it comes from the depths of the heart.

After all, Xingshen had some concentration, he didn't panic like that disciple, but stretched out his hand and grabbed the top of his head suddenly.

Grabbing it directly in his hand and pulling it down, Xing Shen discovered that it was a long brown snake with the thickness of a wrist.

"Snake again?."

Xing Shen didn't know why, but suddenly a chill came up.

The previous disciple had already turned around and fled, abandoning him.

Xing Shen threw out the long snake in his hand, turned around to look, and saw all snakes in his eyes!
Long snakes of various shapes, colors, and thicknesses meander forward.

Xingshen looked around, and saw that at some point, hundreds of long snakes of various types had crawled out of the woods, and the target was them!
Seeing that there was already a plague of snakes in front of the mountain gate, Mo Wuqing smiled lightly and took the sachet back.

He said: "At this time, the wind is facing south, and there is an air vent at the mountain gate. The fragrance drifts past and sticks to their clothes, naturally attracting countless snakes to crawl on them."

At this time, under the mountain gate, a scene of a monk fighting a snake is already being staged.

Countless long snakes of various types crawled out of the forest one after another. Facing such a large number of cold-blooded animals, the monks lost their fighting spirit after only a few rounds.

He desperately wanted to run up the mountain, but unfortunately, on the stone steps up the mountain, there were also many snakes that were attracted by the fragrance and crawled on the stone steps.

And the speed of the snake was not too slow, and soon more than a hundred monks were overwhelmed by a considerable number of snakes.

Zhao Quan watched this exciting scene from a distance, and felt that the previous anger had dissipated a lot.

He has never seen Mo Wuqing fight anyone in person, and he has always used hidden weapons or Gu poison.

I didn't expect to be able to control snakes, the methods are really strange and rich.

Zhao Quan thought it was wonderful, but Shang Qing who was standing next to him was in a cold sweat watching it.

I knew that the woman who followed the leader was not easy to provoke, but now it seems that she is not only difficult to provoke, she is simply terrifying.

More than a hundred monks were buried under the snake's kiss.

Seeing that those monks were all dead, Mo Wuqing walked over first and set foot on the stone steps of the mountain gate.

He didn't see any movement, but the snakes that were all over the stone steps retreated quickly.

Returned to the woods.

Only a horrible and twisted corpse was left behind.

Zhao Quan and Mo Wuqing continued to move forward without hindrance, and Shang Qing couldn't stop breaking out in cold sweat while looking at the miserable appearance of the dead bodies around him.

He glanced at the backs of the two people in front of him, but he didn't dare to let go too much, so he could only stimulate his true energy with all his strength and use lightness kung fu to keep up.

Just after the group of three disappeared at the mountain gate, not long after, more than 30 more people came here.

Almost half of these people are nuns.

It is the other Buddhist forces gathered here.

Although there are quite a few Buddhist influences who came here and brought many people with them, a large part of them are monks who only practice Zen and do not practice martial arts.

And there are not too many monks.

These 30 people are all skilled in martial arts. After hearing the news, they planned to find Yixin, Zhao Quan and others to snatch back the Wangqing fruit.

Unexpectedly, just after arriving at the mountain gate, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw dead bodies all over the stone steps. The most important thing is that these dead bodies seemed to have suffered great fear before they died.

The twisted corpse made this scene extremely terrifying.

A middle-aged nun looked serious, stepped forward to check, and said solemnly: "They all died of snake venom."

The crowd looked at each other in blank dismay, they never expected that such a scene would happen.

One of the monks looked puzzled; "I just saw the corpses of Senior Brother Zhending and Senior Brother Xingshen. They are so powerful that they couldn't escape the catastrophe. We are mediocre. If we meet that person, wouldn't it be?"

The monk did not continue to speak the following words, but the people around him could hear the retreat in his mouth.

The middle-aged nun who spoke earlier had her brows furrowed and her eyes flickering, obviously thinking about countermeasures.

For a while, whether to go or stay has become a difficult problem for this group of people.

On the mountain, Zhao Quan and others had already arrived at the gate of the temple.

At this time, the vermilion gate was closed tightly, keeping Zhao Quan and others out.

Zhao Quan didn't talk nonsense, he raised his palm first, driving a cloud of air to strike out suddenly.

All of a sudden, I just listened—Boom!

The door of the Vermilion Temple shattered, revealing the stick-wielding monks waiting inside.

(End of this chapter)