My uncles are all big guys

"Master, didn't we give you a golden Buddha? Why are you here?"

Outside Lanruo Temple, a young monk was carrying a bag, followed by an old monk, looking around suspiciously.

The old monk looked at the surrounding environment, his eyes full of memories, "Come here to worship someone."

The old monk said something and walked in.

The little monk was full of curiosity, thinking that this might be the temple where the master once lived.

Pushing open the decaying door, a cold air rushed towards him. The old monk frowned, chanted the Buddha's name, and golden Buddha light bloomed on his body.

As the golden Buddha light illuminated, the coldness in the fog disappeared instantly, and there were still a few faint screams.

After finishing all this, the old monk walked to the altar table, lifted up the fallen tablet, and took out steamed buns and various sacrifices from the backpack he was traveling with.

"The awe-inspiring spirit of the hero Yan Chi."

Looking at the altar, the young monk recited.

The old monk ignored him, sat cross-legged in front of the altar, opened the prepared wine, and then silently recited sutras beside him.

It wasn't until it got dark that the old monk stood up, packed up the tributes, and said to the young monk: "Let's go from Shifang."

The little monk yawning next to him looked at the setting sun and muttered: "Where are we going when it's already dark? Why not spend the night here."

The old monk was too lazy to talk to him, packed up his things, got up and left.

As the old monk left, a cold air rushed over again. The young monk trembled and quickly shouted, "Master, wait for me, wait for me," and chased him out.

"Jie Jie Jie, old monk, can you leave?"

Just as Shifang caught up with his master, a cold laughter sounded.

Shifang was startled and quickly hid behind the old monk.

"Dryad, my adoptive father severely injured you back then, but you didn't repent, and you dared to act recklessly here."

The old monk shouted coldly to everyone around him with a cold face.

The person who made the sound was the Dryad Granny. The Dryad Granny who was killed that year was resurrected by some unknown force and returned to Lanruo Temple.

After Yan Chixia heard about it, she came again to slay the demons, but not only did she fail to defeat him, but she was killed by him, and she harbored hatred for this ancient temple on a barren mountain.

Later, the imperial court sent a large number of soldiers and horses to suppress it, resulting in heavy casualties.

The old monk was still young at the time and was powerless for a battle of this scale.

Even if he is now, he can at most be on par with the tree demon grandma who just resurrected back then.

But now, the old monk is a little unsure. After all, this tree demon grandma is so strange. The magic power on her body is like Buddha, demon, and demon, and it is so weird that it is unbelievable.

"Jiejie...your adoptive father has the nerve to mention him even though his own uncle was killed and he didn't even dare to show his face."

"Today, grandma, I will suck your blood and extract your soul. Let's see if your adoptive father dares to take action."

"presumptuous."

The other party humiliated his adoptive father. The old monk's Zen staff hit the ground fiercely, and he stood up to fight the tree demon desperately.

"Hey, aren't you dead?"

Just when the two sides were about to take action, a doubtful voice sounded, and at the same time, a domineering aura suppressed the pretentious tree demon grandma.

Even the old monk who was not targeted was fixed in place by the aura of the aftermath, unable to move.

Just when the old monk was horrified at what kind of terrifying existence this was, a hand rubbed his old bald head.

"Hahaha, little monk Baiyun, you are so old, do you still know Mr. Tiger?"

A familiar voice hidden in his memory sounded, and at the same time the aura on his body disappeared. The old monk excitedly turned his head to look at the person who spoke.

He had a strong back and strong waist, a face full of ferocity, and a thick hand was pressing his bald head.

Behind this man, a young man and three beautiful women were looking at him with a smile.

"Father!" Looking at that familiar face, the old monk shouted in a hoarse voice with muddy tears on his face.

"Xiaoyun, you are old."

Wang Xiao stepped forward, looked at the old face, and said with emotion.

Then he turned and looked at Xiaohu again, "Catch her here."

Xiaohu smiled cruelly and disappeared from the spot.

The old monk and the young monk were moving around, and soon they heard bursts of miserable howling in the distance.

After a while, a guy who had been tortured and looked like a human being was dragged over by Xiaohu's legs and thrown at the door of the Main Hall.

"Oh, I'm still late."

Looking at the sacred tablet with Yan Chixia's name engraved on it, Wang Xiao was silent for a long time, raised his hand to take the sacred tablet, took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.

"Say, who is it? I don't believe you have the means to come back from the dead."

Wang Xiao asked in a cold voice.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to dare to come out. It's a pity that you can't afford to offend the man behind me. I have already sent the message to him. Just wait and die."

Grandma Dryad was not afraid at all, but showed a look of gloating over the misfortune.

Without waiting for Wang Xiao to say anything, Xiaohu's face turned cold, and he crushed the tree demon's grandmother with one foot, leaving only one movable leg. Blood-red mana poured out of his hands, and he began to torture the tree demon's grandmother.

Grandma Dryad screamed in pain, but Wang Xiao seemed not to hear it.

"I said...I said..."

Maybe the pain was too much to bear, so the tree demon grandma shouted to confess, but Wang Xiao didn't even look at him, and Xiaohu continued to increase his magic power to torture the old witch.

It wasn't until the other party was dying and the fire of life was about to go out that Wang Xiao waved his hand to Xiaohu to stop.

"It's...it's...Ksitigarbha...Ksitigarbha Patriarch!"

"It's really him."

As the tree demon grandma revealed the identity of the person, a cold light flashed in Wang Xiao's eyes.

In the entire Liaozhai world, the only invincible existence he encountered was the existence suspected of being Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva hidden deep in the underworld.

"You guys wait here, I'll come as soon as I can."

Wang Xiao held Yan Chixia's throne, stood up and gave instructions.

"Master, I will go with you."

Xiaohu recommended himself, and Wang Xiao waved his hand, "No need, I can destroy a Daluo Golden Immortal from the lower world with my ease."

Wang Xiao said something, raised his hand and drew it slightly in front of him, and an illusory crack was opened.

Wang Xiao stepped in expressionlessly.

The whistling dark wind rushed towards him. Wang Xiao held the throne and looked at the collapsed City of Wasted Death in the distance, his face became a little colder.

Even the dogs he raised in the underworld were killed, which shows how domineering that Ksitigarbha was.

"Are you overbearing? Then I will let you know what it means to be more overbearing."

Wang Xiao murmured, and the aura of the superior sleepless Taiyi Golden Immortal burst out instantly. All the ghosts and ghosts in the entire nether space lay on the ground shivering as if they had encountered deadly natural enemies.

Wang Xiao said coldly: "I will give you one hour to bring Ksitigarbha before me."

There was no threat, no reward, Wang Xiao just gave the order directly.

However, as soon as Wang Xiao's voice fell, all the ghosts in the Netherworld suddenly became violent.

Instead of resisting Wang Xiao's order, they rushed to the location of the Ksitigarbha as quickly as possible, dragging this idiot who had provoked the powerful to him, in exchange for a glimmer of their own survival. (End of chapter)