The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Including this time, this is the third time that Lao Ba has met the little monk, and each time he meets him in a different place. He would have become suspicious the first time, let alone the second or third time?

But this time, Lao Ba fell into a completely unconscious coma, his body temperature dropped to the lowest level ever, and his injuries were more serious than ever before.

It is still unknown whether this side corresponds to the "goodbye" they said before they parted.

It is not difficult to see from the injuries on Lao Ba's body how powerful the young master of the Black Demon can be when he goes crazy, as he has been defeated by him twice in a row.

Especially the second time, although he was defeated, he still won honorably and Lao Ba recovered to his peak in the true sense. However, Zi Che Zhong fought against Lao Ba at his peak again with an injured body.

Although countless monsters had consumed some of Lao Ba's physical strength before they fought, no matter how many monsters there were, they were no match for Lao Ba in the end.

But if you lose, you lose. No matter how you try to make up for it, the result will not change.

"Donor, it's late at night, the Bodhisattvas are all resting, please don't make loud noises."

The young monk smiled and raised a finger: "Shh!"

"I'm booing you big-headed ghost!!!"

Hu Yanming didn't appreciate this at all, but he never let down his guard. "Tell me, who are you? What's your purpose in waiting for us here?!"

"Donor, this is not right."

The young monk spread his hands and said innocently, "I'm just a young monk who watches over the temple for the abbot. I stay wherever the temple is... Besides, you guys came to me on your own initiative. Did I ever ask you for anything before this?"

"Hah! Zhaozhao, this evil monk is very evil!"

Hu Yanming took two steps back cautiously, "You take the seniors and go first, I'll stay here to cover your rear!"

"If this evil monk dares to take even a single step forward, I will surely unleash the supreme thunder..."

“Oh, I really jumped out.”

"I can't even kill you, you evil monk!!!"

Most of the crazy people in Mingshen Sect have bad tempers, and Huyan Ming has inherited this perfectly. He has an extremely hot temper, like a powder keg, and cannot tolerate any provocation.

But just when Huyan Ming used up his remaining little strength to summon thunder and prepare to unleash a powerful killing move, a few golden lights suddenly emanated from the depths of the temple and gathered into a golden wooden fish stick, which hung above Huyan Ming's head and hit him hard on the head.

"Wow, that's too bullying..."

The wooden fish stick was struck repeatedly, as if Hu Yanming's head was a wooden fish, making a "da da" sound.

"What a crisp sound~"

The young monk nodded in satisfaction, "Donor, I reminded you that the Bodhisattvas were resting, but you were so stupid that you refused to listen. Now you feel better, don't you?"

After saying this, the young novice monk did not forget to make a cross with one hand and added: "Well done, well done, Amitabha."

“Wrong, wrong, wrong…”

Hu Yanming covered his head with his hands, jumped up and down, and begged for mercy again and again: "Buddha, please spare me, Buddha, please spare me, I won't dare to do it again... Evil monk, no! Abbot, please tell the Buddha to stop!"

The word "Abbot" made the little monk very happy.

The smile on his lips was almost reaching his ears.

But then the young monk seemed to remember something and retreated to the temple, saying, "Donor, the wandering ghosts will be out soon. If you don't want to stay in the temple, please leave as soon as possible."

"Otherwise...it will really be haunted!"

"Pooh!"

After the golden wooden fish stick dissipated, Hu Yanming spoke again: "I have even seen monsters, what can an ordinary little ghost do to me? If it dares to show its head, I will make it taste the thunder and lightning of Grandpa Hu Yan!"

The young monk smiled simply, "If it were you, that guy would probably be happy to see it."

"Alright, Hu Yanming, hurry up and recover."

Xi Zhaozhao looked back with lingering fear, then made up his mind and said, "Little Master, I'm sorry to bother you!"

"Don't disturb me~"

The little monk smiled and said, "The abbot is away on a long journey. In his absence, I am the abbot."

This place is deserted, yet there is a temple and a little monk living here?

Or did you see the one in Xuexiang not long ago?

It's really weird!

But compared to those strange monsters.

Xi Zhaozhao felt that the young monk should not have bad intentions, and the golden light just now was still vivid in his mind. If there really was a Bodhisattva living in the temple, it would be better to seek the Bodhisattva's protection instead of continuing to run for his life.

In other words, if the young monk wanted to harm others, why would he wait until now?

As soon as Xi Zhaozhao and Huyan Ming entered the temple, the monsters from the Black Magic Hall followed the scent and chased them here. The leader was their old friend.

The demon from the Western Regions - Kuang Langsheng.

At this time, Kuang Langsheng led a group of monsters from the Black Magic Hall and blocked the front of the temple.

Faced with this temple whose geographical location is extremely unreasonable.

Kuang Langsheng was also very confused, but he didn't think too much about it. The moment he waved his hand, the monsters behind him rushed forward with their fangs and claws bared.

Some people kill people, some temples are demolished, people who stand in the way are killed, and Buddhas who stand in the way are destroyed!

"Offer your sincerity to the Flame God..."

The moment he noticed the change, Kuang Langsheng immediately fled away, leaving behind a group of confused monsters, who were like falling into a frying pan of hell, constantly enduring the torture of being roasted by the raging fire. The weaker ones could not resist the heat, and their bodies actually combusted and burned to ashes in an instant!

"What is this..."

Witness the Holy Spirit of Fire appearing out of thin air.

The raging waves caused my pupils to tremble violently.

This is not the Holy Spirit of Fire, but someone who controls the power of the God of Fire like Tang Han!

These are the Nanga people who once existed in ancient times!

The Nanga tribe is not extinct yet?!

"Monster... Ahem, Abbot, what the hell is that thing?"

"It's just a ghost~"

The two little guys were standing on tiptoe against the door, looking at the outside world through the gaps in the window frames.

When Xi Zhaozhao heard the noise, he carefully helped the unconscious Lao Ba lie down on the straw pile, then he quickly came behind the two men with the Qingguang Sword in hand, ready to fight at any time.

It’s not that Xi Zhaozhao doesn’t care about the eighth brother’s injuries. After the previous experience, Xi Zhaozhao discovered that even if left alone, the eighth brother’s body would heal on its own. Including the time he spent escaping, his external injuries had basically recovered.

"Hey, this is..."

Xi Zhaozhao stared intently at the strange scene outside. Suddenly, he recalled the description of the Nanga tribe in the book. He couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, "Flame Emperor?!"

The little monk blinked, also a little surprised: "Donor, do you know the Flame Emperor?"

"No." Xi Zhaozhao narrowed his eyes, staring straight at the majestic figure in the air. "I just saw a record about the Flame Emperor in the book collected by Bailian Pavilion. He seems a bit similar."

"Oh!" The little novice monk became interested and asked with a smile, "How do you describe it?"

"The book doesn't clearly explain how to describe it, but..."

Xi Zhaozhao listened carefully to the faint string music in his ears and replied, "The flames are like a song reflecting sincerity, and Jialing's melody lingers in the air. The heroic figure of Yan Zun shines through the ages, and his majesty is known throughout the world!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

The young monk suddenly burst into laughter and said happily, "Very good, very good. Although it is not explicitly stated, these few words are the best interpretation of the Flame Emperor."

"From what you said, it seems like you are very familiar with that emperor."

"As for me, I can't say I know him."

The young monk turned his head to look at Hu Yanming, and said with a smile: "You are different."

"What?"

Hu Yanming raised an eyebrow, "What does this have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with who you are now."

The young monk said mysteriously, "But you were quite remarkable before."

Hu Yanming snorted proudly, "I am also extraordinary now!"

Watch the monster being ruthlessly devoured by the fire.

Xi Zhaozhao felt no pity at all; instead, she felt a pang of regret. She sighed, "The fire is gradually weakening. It's a shame we can't completely kill all these monsters."

The weak monsters could not escape the punishment of the fire.

But those who were still strong enough survived.

The worst thing is that these monsters who had managed to survive did not leave. They waited until the strange phenomenon disappeared and then gathered in front of the temple one after another.

Its purpose is self-evident.

Kuang Langsheng did not leave, but he did not choose to approach again. Instead, he kept an eye on the situation and stood on a sand dune far away from the temple from the perspective of an observer.

I feel weirder and weirder...

"It's weird, too weird!"

"Who cares? Let's go together, brothers, and overturn this broken temple of his!!!"

"Go! I've been fed up with that short, fat guy for a long time!"

The monsters outside raised their arms and shouted, rushing towards the temple with murderous intent.

In the temple, the young monk Hu Yanming, with his hands on his back and his short legs kicking furiously, said in a speechless voice, "Donor, could you please be quiet?"

"You want me to be quiet? Didn't you hear them calling me 'shorty'?"

Hu Yanming said angrily, "You are a short and fat guy yourself, how can you bear it?!"

Hearing this, the little monk was even more speechless.

"When you realize you're no longer short and fat, you'll understand that the most fulfilling times are often the ones that most impact your inner emotions."

"So, benefactor."

The young monk kindly comforted him, "Look within, look forward, live toward the sun...True growth is not just about age, but also about the richness of the heart."

"You are still young and have a long way to go. There is no need to get angry with these people."

"What are you mumbling about there?"

Hu Yanming refused to listen to any advice. "Don't you monks have a saying, 'Don't advise others to be kind until you've experienced their suffering'? You haven't experienced what I've experienced, so what qualifications do you have for me to listen to you? Let go! I'll go out and chop these bastards to death!"

"That was what Zhuang Sheng said. It has nothing to do with us monks..."

The young monk blushed for a moment, "If I go out now, I'll be frozen into an ice sculpture."

It was then that Huyan Ming suddenly realized that there was no movement outside. Instead, the north wind was howling more and more fiercely, and the sound of hail hitting the tiles on the roof could be heard from time to time.

what happened?

Xi Zhaozhao watched without blinking. The monster was so aggressive that it seemed to want to overturn the temple, but it was tragically eroded by Ji Hanqi and remained in one position, falling into a state of stillness.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of the boss...

Freeze all the monsters in the Black Demon Hall in a single thought.

Apart from the boss of Xiaoyao Tower, Xi Zhaozhao really couldn't think of anyone else.

"There may be many descendants of the Flame God."

"The master of extreme cold has always been that one person."

The young monk seemed to see through Xi Zhaozhao's inner suspicions and said with a smile, "Even this later hero only inherited the power bestowed by his ancestors. He still has a long way to go to gain the recognition of the Heart of Extreme Ice and truly comprehend the ultimate meaning of this power."

"You...know Senior Dugu?"

Xi Zhaozhao asked tentatively.

"I don't know the Senior Dugu you mentioned, but I have personally witnessed his elegance."

The young monk clasped his hands together, a soft golden light emanating from his body. "The great river flows eastward, the waves wash away everything. Time flows on like a long river. How many great stories of the ages have passed like clouds and smoke, vanishing with the waves..."

“Donor, but listen to me… Ouch!!!”

The words are not finished yet.

The young monk rubbed the back of his head, where the golden light had dissipated, and looked at Hu Yanming with an innocent face. "Didn't your parents teach you that interrupting others is very rude?"

"We'll talk about whether it's polite or not later."

Hu Yanming gestured outside the temple and frowned, "What's going on? It's hot sometimes, cold sometimes. Is there some evil being suppressed here?"

"Don't tell you."

Hu Yanming:...

The little thing still has a temper...

"You guys can't defeat them alone."

"I want you to tell me."

Hu Yanming rolled his eyes. "I'll tell Senior Brother Haotian about the situation here later. I just don't believe that a small Black Demon Hall can cause such a huge upheaval."

"Donor, there are always people who are better than you, and there are always things better than you."

The young monk glanced at the unconscious Old Eight behind him and continued, "The 'Senior Brother Haotian' you mentioned is indeed a person of character, but his words alone are far from enough."

"Then add the Sect Master!"

"not enough."

"Yellow-scaled Thunder Beast!"

"Not enough."

"All the elders and disciples of the sect!"

"Still, not enough."

"However much the Black Demon Hall gives you, I, the Mingshen Sect, will pay you double."

“This is not about money…”

The young monk was ashamed: "I have never accepted any benefits from the Black Demon Hall."

"You're still speaking for the Black Demon Hall without receiving any benefits?"

Hu Yanming glared and said, "Even if the Ming Sect mobilized all its forces, we couldn't take down the Black Demon Hall. If they were so capable, would they have to hide like rats?!"

"That's because it's not time for the real debut yet."

The young monk replied patiently.

"Just go ahead and talk."

Hu Yanming didn't bother to pay attention to the young monk. He snorted coldly, "This is the desert, the territory of the Bailian Pavilion. Even though my Mingshen Sect is far away and can't reach here, once the Bailian Pavilion learns of the Black Demon Hall's secret breeding and transformation of innocent people into monsters, I don't believe they can sit still and do nothing."

"If it really doesn't work, I will announce it to the world and make the truth public!"

"it's useless."

The young monk shook his head. "It's impossible to completely eliminate them. No matter how many people come, it won't help."