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Chapter 156: The Upside-Down Golden Bowl in the Ancient Temple in the Mountains
Under the monk's astonished gaze, Ji Yang's body exploded and turned into a sea of ​​blood that enveloped him.

The monk's eyes were filled with horror for a moment: "Who on earth are you?"

Ji Yang opened his mouth, his voice coming from all directions, as if the whole world was filled with his mouth: "Monk, since you have seen through the scholar's true identity, why do you have to pretend to be stupid?"

The monk was terrified: "Are there really... demons?"

He walked cross-legged in panic, muttering something. In an instant, golden light shot up into the sky. Even the blood-colored clouds could not block the golden light, which illuminated half the sky.

His fair skin also turned golden, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a golden body. He sat cross-legged on the ground, and the sound of his chanting became stronger and stronger, gradually becoming like thunder.

Wow…

The blood sea rolled, and the blood-red ocean spread out, covering the sky and the earth, stretching for who knows how many miles. On the top of the city in the distance, the soldiers looked in horror, only to see a sea of ​​blood floating from the sky, as if it was the end of the world.

In the forest, a temple was looming. At this moment, the monk inside looked up, at a loss, with a look of panic.

Duang! ! !

As the bell rang, the sea of ​​blood paused slightly and then retreated, bypassing the temple and then spreading into the mountains and forests.

Ji Yang retracted his gaze and looked at the monk sitting cross-legged with some surprise. The monk was chanting scriptures, and the scriptures became golden symbols that gushed out of his mouth and then covered his body. He looked like a golden arhat.

The scripture carried an inexplicable divine power. As soon as he approached, Ji Yang felt a burning sensation. Green smoke rose in the air, and the blood-red mist turned into powder. The golden scripture had a restraining effect on Ji Yang's sea of ​​blood, making Ji Yang feel uncomfortable all over and depressed.

It was as if the other party was upright and majestic, while Ji Yang was an evil heretic and could not be tolerated.

Fortunately, Ji Yang's blood sea had a huge amount of energy. He calmed his mind and the voice came from all directions again. This time it was even more powerful, as if the whole world was filled with Ji Yang's voice.

"Monk, make your move."

The monk turned a deaf ear and continued chanting, with the scriptures pouring out even faster. Looking closely, his white, fat face was a little flustered. His clasped hands were also trembling a little, and beads of sweat were flowing down his golden cheeks.

Ji Yang fell silent when he saw this, and then the sea of ​​blood retracted with an idea in his mind. As the sea of ​​blood gathered, Ji Yang's blood-red mist became more condensed, and the blood-colored ocean gradually turned into a blood-colored cloud about two or three meters in size.

The clouds were blood red and extremely hot, and the air was twisted by the heat.

The blood-colored cloud was suspended above the monk's head. As the energy condensed, the blood-colored cloud became stronger. The golden light above the monk's head was suppressed little by little and gradually disappeared.

Those who have been married know one thing: life is like this for a couple. If both are weak or strong, life will definitely not go on. Of course, if the stronger party is, then he or she may be strong for the rest of his or her life.

The monk obviously knew this truth. He opened his eyes in panic, his eyes full of fear: "I am the Vajra of Baochan Temple. You monster, do you know the reputation of Baochan Temple?"

Ji Yang said, "I think you have great skills but no way to subdue demons. It's bad luck for you to meet a scholar today."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to say something, a torrent of blood flowed into his seven orifices. The monk felt a tearing pain in his seven orifices and could not help screaming. Unable to recite the scriptures anymore, he raised his fat white hands to cover his head and rolled on the ground.

puff!

As if a balloon had been punctured, a drop of golden blood was squeezed out from the monk's body pores. When the golden blood fell to the ground, the ground immediately smelled like burning, indicating how hot it was.

The next moment, blood-red color squeezed out from the monk's seven orifices, gradually forming blood-red clouds. In this cloud, there was even a hint of gold.

However, the monk's body shrank away little by little, looking as horrible as a mummy.

The sea of ​​blood rolled and condensed into humans.

Ji Yang's physical body reappeared. He tilted his neck, turned his head and smiled at Aunt Xue who was stunned and pale not far away.

Aunt Xue shuddered all over.

She thought that being a maid was already unfortunate. Fortunately, the young master was handsome, and he was very capable and read scriptures for her. Aunt Xue was very satisfied and accepted her current status.

She never expected that the young master she was serving would be so outrageous. The scene of his body exploding into a sea of ​​blood made Aunt Xue feel cold all over.

Ji Yang looked like a demon no matter how you looked at him, but what upset Aunt Xue was, why would a demon like you have to meddle in other people's business? Why were you more chivalrous than humans?
Are demons more moral than humans?
Well, Aunt Xue is just an ordinary woman. She has followed Ji Yang now. Even if she is afraid, she will not care about anything. Ji Yang either likes to be chivalrous, then he should be chivalrous.

She can't control it as a woman.

But what horrified Aunt Xue was that Ji Yang turned into a sea of ​​blood, and something like blood flowed into any hole he saw... What the hell...

Aunt Xue's knees went weak and she knelt on the ground, her red lips tightly closed and she said nothing, as if only in this way could she feel a little safe.

She could still accept the young master as a human being. But the young master's true form... no matter how tolerant and open-minded Aunt Xue was, just thinking about it would make her... very excited.

I heard that some families who are proficient in strange and lewd techniques have developed something like a water conservancy machine. It can continue to work, save manpower, and the water flow will never stop...

I don't know what it feels like to use this water.

If she really didn't stop, Aunt Xue would feel panic in her heart and her legs would start to tremble - she would never be able to bear it.

……

Ji Yang ignored Aunt Xue, and didn't know why Aunt Xue would think of those messy things. But even if he knew, Ji Yang wouldn't care. People have different ideas based on their experiences and knowledge.

It’s just like some female celebrities only want to marry into a wealthy family, some want to use all means to get more resources, and some want to become wealthy themselves. Different perceptions lead to different pursuits.

Aunt Xue was a maid, and a maid’s mentality was naturally to serve her master, so there was certainly nothing wrong with her idea.

Ji Yang just glanced at the monk who looked like a mummy on the ground, then frowned slightly, and felt that there was something extra in his body. This thing was accompanied by mental fluctuations, stubborn and unyielding.

Ji Yang looked in his mind, and saw an illusory figure sitting cross-legged beside the Heart Origin Blood, with a look of fear and resentment, muttering something. Ji Yang's mind moved, and the three-inch green light between his eyebrows turned into a sharp sword: "Cut!"

A green light flashed, and it slashed down with the luck of humanity, directly chopping the illusory spiritual body into pieces, and then expelled it from Ji Yang's body.

Ji Yang nodded with satisfaction. Although he was surprised at the monk's extremely strong mental power, he felt more that there was something weird about the monk. It was really outrageous that he had abundant energy in his body but had no way to fight the enemy.

A gust of wind blew, it was quite strong, Ji Yang felt his head shaking and his beard pricked his head.

He looked down, thinking of leaving his head exposed to the elements, so he bent down to pick up his clothes and was about to put them on, but suddenly he was surprised and saw pieces of mental power flying out of his body and landing on the monk's mummy-like body.

In an instant, those spiritual fragments gathered into an illusory human figure and then merged into the monk's mummy.

Ji Yang was shocked, but curious. He squatted with his legs crossed and began to study the monk.

"I chopped this spirit into pieces, but I didn't expect it to be able to condense into a physical body. More importantly, he is not dead?"

"Why can his spiritual fragments form a human figure?"

“Is this the legendary soul?”

Ji Yang was lost in thought, observing the monk in confusion. But he saw that after the soul entered the body, it matched the monk's body very well. The next moment, it seemed as if they were communicating with each other, and then a stream of luck flew in from nowhere and merged into the monk's body. The soul in the monk's shriveled body merged into various parts of his body, and began to flicker a little bit, reactivating his vitality.

The next moment, an aura of luck suddenly burst out from the monk's body, and then the whole person turned into a point of golden light and disappeared in front of Ji Yang in a flash.

Ji Yang was stunned and turned his head to look. The golden light flew into the sky like a golden broom star, flying faster and faster.

"How dare you offend a scholar and still want to run away?"

Ji Yang didn't even think twice, his body exploded with a bang, and a sea of ​​blood swept up Aunt Xue and chased after him.

You offended a scholar and yet you still want to escape. Who gave you the courage?

……

Duang! ! !

In the ancient temple deep in the mountains, the sound of bells is resounding.

A golden light shot up into the sky, covering the ancient temple in the deep mountains. From a distance, it looked like a golden bowl was turned upside down above the ancient temple. Dozens of monks sat cross-legged, dressed in white robes and chanting, with golden scriptures pouring out of their mouths and flying into the sky. These golden scriptures were connected to each other like a web, making the golden upside-down bowl in the sky more clear.

A monk with delicate skin and tender flesh had a solemn expression on his face. He looked up at the distance with a look of doubt and uncertainty. A golden light came quickly from the distance, breaking through the air and coming to him in the blink of an eye. He said, "Another evil demon has been born in the world. Our Baochan Temple has been ordered to guard Cangmang Mountain and isolate the country from the outside. We must not slack off. All disciples should recite scriptures, gather the power of Vajra, and gather the luck of the country. That demon will definitely not be able to get close to us."

Say it.

The golden light in the distance had already rushed to the front and suddenly hit the inverted golden bowl. The illusory golden light suddenly paused, and a figure slowly emerged. This figure was the monk who had just become a mummy.

At this moment, the monk was sitting cross-legged at the bottom of a golden bowl, with golden light shining on him. In an ancient temple deep in the mountains, an old green vine was entwined around a towering tree. The vine was trembling slightly, filled with endless vitality, and the vitality was integrated into the monk's body.

The monk's body became fuller, but the ancient vine withered and shrank, becoming weaker and weaker.

(End of this chapter)