People are in Yaowu, starting from the mountain god panel

Chapter 82
"Master, master, it's time to eat!"

A childish voice sounded, and a little monk in his early ten years was seen jumping across the threshold of the deserted temple with a shiny bald head.

Today, I met a kind benefactor and gave him two steaming yellow steamed buns just out of the oven. The little monk was in a particularly good mood.

The small courtyard of the deserted temple looks dilapidated. Perhaps because of the diligent young monk, the main hall is surprisingly clean.

The hall is not very big. There is a big Buddha standing in the center, and the surroundings are crookedly filled with Bodhisattva statues.

"Master, a kind benefactor gave me two yellow-faced steamed buns today. Come and eat them."

The little monk stretched his head and tried to see the scene behind the Buddha statue.

He is an orphan who was picked up by an old monk in the mountains and forests.

He has lived in a deserted temple since he was a child. The old monk who others think is crazy is his only relative in the world.

Boom, boom, boom.
The melodious sound of wooden fish came from behind the Buddha.

Hearing the sound of wooden fish, the little monk shrank his neck, consciously took away a steamed bun, and then placed the bowl on the stand of the giant Buddha.

He didn't know how many times he had experienced this situation.

The master often warned him to be sincere when doing his homework and not to eat, otherwise he would be blamed by the Buddha.

The young monk was very sensible. He walked out of the hall quietly, for fear of disturbing the old monk.

Then he went to the room to the east of the deserted temple and ate sweet steamed buns while opening a Buddhist scripture with blurred writing.

The old monk said that he was picked up under a locust tree, so he needed to read more Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of banging wooden fish continued to echo in the deserted temple, but behind the big Buddha, the old monk had long become a withered corpse, and there were no wooden fish beside him at all!

Ye Changan and his party settled at the inn outside the village.

He took Zhao Han to sit in front of a small tea stall and drink tea.

There is no good tea in Zhangjiacun. They are all new country teas picked by the tea stall owners themselves.

Fortunately, it's in season and the taste is pretty good.

Ye Changan rotated the teacup between his fingers comfortably.

Zhao Han reported the news discovered today in a voice so subtle that only Ye Changan could hear it.

Although the men he brought here were not high in martial arts, they were all good at traveling around the world and were suitable for gathering information.

The villagers in Zhangjia Village are very simple, and it took Ye Changan only half a day to grasp the situation in the village.

Zhao Han asked tentatively: "Elder Ye, do you want to capture that old monk?"

Ye Changan shook his head and rejected Zhao Han's proposal.

The old monk's every move was under his surveillance, and there was really no need to arrest him for torture.

What puzzled him most since entering the village was that so many convoys disappeared in this small village, and the total cargo could pile up into a hill, but he could not find any trace of those cargoes.

Just as he was about to leave the small tea stall, his body that had already stood halfway paused in the air, and then sat back down.

Seeing this scene, although Zhao Han was puzzled, he still followed Ye Changan back to the tea stall.

After half a cup of tea, three men with good temperament walked towards them. At first glance, they were not ordinary people.

The elder man looked happy when he saw Ye Changan, and the other two were also smiling.

The older man asked in surprise: "Junior Brother Chang, why are you here?"

These three people are the king and the three of the Nanjian Sect.

Ye Changan said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wang, why didn't you see Junior Sister Zhu?"

Wu Fu took over and said, "Junior Sister Zhu's master recently got a baby. She is probably in retreat."

"baby?"

"A few days ago, several great masters from the Central Plains surrounded and killed the great shark demon. Junior Sister Zhu's master gained a lot of benefits."

Hearing Wu Fu's words, Ye Changan recalled the wretched old man that day in his mind.

He had already guessed from the three people's attitudes towards Zhu Nan'er that his status was not low.But I still didn't expect that woman's master to be so powerful.

Ye Changan asked in confusion: "Why did the three senior brothers come to this small village?"

Hearing this, Wang He smiled bitterly: "A caravan belonging to my Nanjian sect disappeared here. The sect suspected that it was caused by spirits, so the three of us were sent here."

Ye Changan suddenly realized that it coincided with his purpose.

Wang He continued: "Is it possible that Junior Brother Chang is here because of the disappearance of the convoy?"

"Exactly."

"Then do Junior Brother Chang have any clues?"

"not yet."

Ye Changan chatted with the three of them for a few more words. Finally, Wang He planned to go to the village to find out the situation in person and agreed to meet at the inn.

After the three people from the Nanjian Sect left, Zhao Han, who had been silent all this time, slowly spoke: "Elder Ye, do you need to send someone to monitor these three people?"

He did not ask the three people why they called Ye Changan Junior Brother Chang.

It's normal to use a pseudonym when traveling around the world, but Zhao Han knows how to suppress his curiosity.

Ye Changan shook his head: "Don't worry about them."

With the strength of these three people, ordinary people would not be able to track them.

As the night progressed, Zhangjiacun was shrouded in endless darkness.

Outside the deserted temple not far from the village, Wang and the three of them stood not far away without saying a word.

After some exploration during the day, they quickly set their sights on this deserted temple.

"Then the old monk really has a problem?" Wu Fu asked.

Wang He shook his head: "I don't know. We'll find out once we go in."

They did not call Ye Changan. After all, they belonged to two sects. If they asked each other for everything, they would only lose the Nanjian Sect's face.

The three of them looked at each other and then stepped into the deserted temple.

What you see is a desolate place with no trace of human habitation.

Wang He frowned instantly. As an innate warrior, his perception was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

But what puzzled him was that the evil spirit in this deserted temple was intermittent. He had never seen such a situation.

Wu Fu and Zhang Fan also felt the same, but the three of them had no intention of backing down.

It can be judged from the intensity of the demonic energy that the opponent is not very strong.

"Be careful," Wang He reminded. He was experienced and always wary of such unusual things.

After the last life and death disaster in Xiaohegou, Wu Fu and Zhang Fan's personalities changed drastically, and they were no longer as high-minded as before.

At this moment, an old chanting sound suddenly sounded in the deserted temple.

The voice was distant and ethereal, and it was unclear what scripture he was reciting.

The slightly hoarse voice gradually becomes high-pitched, making you feel irritable listening to it like a magic sound.

Wu Fu only felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Swish!
The long knife was unsheathed, followed by a scream.

Zhang Fan looked at Wu Fu beside him with disbelief.

At that moment, Taketomi drew his sword and cut off his right arm!
"He's not right!"

Wang He took the lead in discovering Wu Fu's anomaly.

Just as he was about to subdue Taketomi first, the wooden door of the main hall behind him was pushed open with a creak.

I saw a crazy, nagging old monk slowly walking out.

(End of this chapter)