Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 301 Seven Precepts
As a famous monastery near Yecheng, Pingshou Temple has its own defense force. There are quite a few monks, as many as two to three hundred, and these monks are also extremely powerful.

Nearly a hundred monks confronted Zhou Ming's hundreds of elite soldiers, but they didn't last for two or three minutes.

Hundreds of crossbow arrows, when fired, hundreds of crossbow arrows are fired, although there is no overwhelming momentum, but they are as dark as dark clouds.

Hundreds of sharp arrows hit the bodies of nearly a hundred monks, bursting open one after another, and the sound of screams resounded.

Amidst the screams, stumped limbs and arms flew horizontally, and blood flowed like a river. The shock and shock were enough to make some people who had been unsteady tremble in their hearts.

After nearly a hundred monks, some monks gathered one after another, but seeing the miserable conditions of those monks in front, how dare they rush forward.

The death of hundreds of monks, the strong bloody atmosphere, is unbearable and frightening. The lesson from the past is not far away.

Scattered monks rushed out of the temple, but when they got together, there were quite a few of them, reaching more than 100 monks, stronger than the previous hundred monks.

Even so, with the previous bloody deterrence, more than a hundred monks did not dare to come forward, but stood in front of them coldly, glaring.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, in the darkness of the temple, there was a clear Buddha's chant, and more than a hundred monks quickly retreated to the two sides, giving way to a path in the middle.

Under the faint light in the temple, Zhao Ji saw an old monk walking out of the passage made by the monks on both sides.

An old monk with a benevolent eyebrow and beard, with snow-white eyebrows and beard, and a wrinkled face, making him look very old.

Judging from the appearance of the old monk, the age is really great, I am afraid that he is already 80 or [-] years old, but looking at the old monk's walking, he is full of vigor, and he does not look old at all. Zhao Ji can see that this person clearly has Very strong cultivation base.

Behind the old monk, followed by two rows of middle-aged monks, each of them looked serious, looked at the bloody face in front of them, and showed unbearable expressions, as if they had attained the Tao.

"Your Highness Tenth Prince, I don't know what offended Pingshou Temple. It's a sin for you to make such a big move and so many innocent people died."

Stepping over the bloodstains, the old monk clasped his hands together, showing compassion.

Frowning slightly, with a sharp light in his eyes, Zhou Ming said in a deep voice: "Old monk, your Pingshou Temple is not simple. I know, you hide so deeply."

"Amitabha, Tenth Prince, what do you mean? I can't understand what you said."

Proclaiming the Buddha's name, the old monk's two long-lived eyebrows flicked and flicked, and his expression remained unchanged.

Observing the expression of the old monk carefully, Zhao Ji didn't find anything wrong after observing it. Under Zhou Ming's explicit remarks and insinuations, he still looked calm and composed, without any change.

Under such circumstances, Zhao Ji guessed, if it wasn't that there was a problem with Zhou Ming's information, it was because the old monk's city was too deep.

"Black Cat Xiangzhu, do you still have to cover up? If you are not sure, do you think I will really come over and kill you?"

His cold eyes fell on the old monk, Zhou Ming said loudly, the voice was so loud that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Under Zhao Ji's careful resolution like a microscope, he finally noticed a slight change in the expression of the old monk. Although it was a slight change, he immediately returned to his original expression after a short while, but Zhao Ji was already sure. The old monk must be tricky.

The old monk clasped his hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name again, and said righteously: "I am sorry for not understanding what the tenth prince said. The old monk's Dharma name is Qijie. He is just an old monk who is about to die, and he doesn't know any black cats."

"Oh, really?"

There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, Zhou Ming responded with a half-smile, waved his hand, and shouted sharply: "Launch!"

Behind Zhou Ming, a hundred elite soldiers were always ready. The crossbow arrows in their hands were held steadily. Only one of the nine sharp arrows was fired, and the remaining eight sharp arrows were still shining with cold light.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

After Zhou Ming gave an order, a hundred elite soldiers pressed the crossbow arrows in their hands, and a sharp arrow made a sharp sound, and shot out.

Hundreds of sharp arrows were shot at the old monk Qijie, and the sharp sound rang out, and the shrill scream pierced the eardrums.

Standing at the back of the team, completely covering up his own light, tonight is Zhou Ming's stage, Zhao Ji knows what to do.

Seeing Zhou Ming's actions step by step, Zhao Ji sighed in his heart, this man is really domineering, he doesn't want to talk nonsense with the enemy at all, and directly strikes.

This style is exactly what Zhao Ji likes. What he hates the most is that a righteous person blocks the villain, but he insists on saying a lot of "boom, boop", and in the end, the bad guy comes back.

Hundreds of sharp arrows shot out like a cloud, and landed in front of the old monk Qijie, the speed was extremely fast.

As soon as Zhou Ming's order was issued, the old monk Qijie's face changed wildly, he shouldn't be negligent, and swung the Zen stick in his hand, turning it into a wind wheel.

"Huhuhu..."

The sound of "huhu" resounded in the Pingshou Temple, many of the hundreds of sharp arrows that came from the spurt were curled off, but there were still many sharp arrows that hit the old monk Qijie.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of sharp arrows, when they collided with the old monk Qijie, or hit the Zen staff, immediately exploded, and powerful forces burst out.

As soon as the old monk Qijie made a move, it can be seen that this person's strength is really not weak, and his cultivation base is top-notch among the innate warriors.

A Zen stick, in the hands of the old monk Qijie, turned into a sharp weapon like a magic weapon, and blocked all the sharp arrows that the Zen stick hit.

The tyrannical innate qi surged up from the old monk Qijie, and an invisible force swept away, deflecting many sharp arrows away.

However, there were still quite a few sharp arrows that exploded on the surface of the old monk Qijie, hitting him with tyrannical force.

The body of the old monk Qijie was like fireworks exploding, and smoke and dust rose up. The figure of the old monk Qijie was completely enveloped by the power of the explosion.

Not only that, behind the old monk Qijie, some middle-aged monks who were next to him were also affected at this time.

(End of this chapter)