Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Even his steady steps carried a hint of panic.

His face was full of disbelief.

how come? !

He has cultivated for so many years, and especially since he followed Master Huide, how could anyone possibly break his blade?

Although this was just a minor spell for him, the broken blade was not a big deal to him.

But this can happen to someone of his own rank, or someone older than him.

How could a little girl break his blade?

This was something the old monk could not accept at all.

His gaze grew increasingly somber. He stood there, his hunched back seemingly provoked, and slowly rose to his feet, his gaze level with Jing Li's.

Unexpectedly, the moment he looked up, he saw only an unfathomable calm in those eyes, a calm that seemed to devour others without any emotion.

"!"

This is not the look a girl in her twenties should have.

She shouldn't be like this.

"Who are you?!" The old monk felt a chill run down his spine. He was certain he would win, even though the other party was just a young girl. But her aura made his body unconsciously feel cold.

He couldn't figure out where this feeling came from.

Jing Li, who had been expressionless, suddenly laughed. "Who am I? Who else could I be? I am who I am."

Her tone was light and airy, as if the wind were blowing by.

Unexpectedly, the first person whose soul was seen through upon entering this world was this old man.

Jing Li clicked her tongue inwardly.

"You are a demon possessing a young girl's skin!!!" The old monk's expression suddenly changed, becoming extremely fierce.

“No evil spirit has ever escaped my grasp.”

He struck his staff hard again.

With a cold snort, seemingly certain that Jing Li was indeed an evil spirit, he said, "A dark creature like you dares to run wild at Jinzhen Temple, trying to steal the Buddha's favor."

Jing Li's smile faded slightly, and she showed no anger at his words.

He glanced sideways at the old monk and said, slowly and deliberately, "Is Buddha really Buddha?"

She glanced disdainfully at the golden Buddha statue and continued, "What kind of desirable place is this Jinzhen Temple?"

Buddha statues, ah—

The old monk seemed startled by her words, not understanding what she was thinking. Although he was puzzled, he did not show it on his face.

He shouted, "You vile creature, stop spouting such nonsense! How dare you slander the Buddha!"

"I'll show you the consequences of disrespecting Buddha and Jinzhen Temple!"

His expression changed drastically, as if his secret had been exposed. His initial change had turned into a desire to kill Jing Li.

However, what surprised him the most was that the girl was not afraid of him at all and made the first move.

"Old man, I gave you two leeway, and you really think you're something special."

Jing Li waved one hand in the air.

A red dot appeared above the old monk's head, followed immediately.

Two...

Three...

Countless...

The old monk looked terribly alarmed, his voice becoming extremely grave, "A formation!!!"

This little girl actually knows formations.

Formations are not just...

The fierce old monk seemed to know how he could escape the formation's constraints at the first moment.

Or perhaps they are carrying an extremely important treasure.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the spot.

Finally, only an echo remained in the air: "Little girl, next time I see you, I'll make you wish you were dead—"

Jingli did not chase after them; she was lost in thought.

I had some vague suspicions in my mind.

And just then, something that she felt a strong connection to appeared in front of her.

That thing is located at the bottom of the Buddha statue.

The ground beneath her feet.

She looked up at the Buddha statue, and the smile hidden in the darkness became increasingly eerie.

Ah, the Buddha statue is naturally not a real Buddha statue; the outer shell is just for concealment.

......

......

Amidst a deafening roar and a deafening explosion, Jinzhen Temple emitted an extremely thick plume of smoke.

This attracted the attention of many people from the foot of the mountain.

But no one went up to check.

They follow the rules very well.

The rules of Jinzhen Temple are the unspoken principles in their hearts, and no one dares to break them.

For them, the principles are their faith, inviolable.

No one knew what had happened inside; they just watched with worry and anxiety as thick smoke billowed from the mountain.

Some people are saying, "What do you think the masters at Jinzhen Temple are doing this year?"

Others answered, "Pray for us!"

Some people blamed others for being nosy, saying, "A master naturally has his own ideas."

"Let's stop discussing this here."

"I agree, the master always has us in mind..."

Some people questioned, "But shouldn't prayers be peaceful and calm? Why is there such a big commotion this year? Could something have happened?"

“What could possibly happen! That’s Jinzhen Temple, a place where masters gather. The bigger the commotion, the more sincere the prayers for us.”

Many die-hard fans of Jinzhen Temple continued to express their opinions below.

"Does anyone want to go up and take a look?" Some dishonest people offered their opinions, but they were met with rebuttals and even beatings.

"You want to die!"

"You are crazy!"

"You need to find a master to fix your brain."

The man immediately shut up and stopped talking.

Everyone was talking about it.

.....

The perpetrator was carrying a shovel in one hand and standing on the shattered Buddha head with the other.

When Jingli discovered something unusual below the Buddha statue.

They then agreed to smash the fake Buddha statue, but the statue had gained wisdom.

They actually started attacking her without any sense of propriety.

So, after she subdued the bully, she smashed it.

Thus, this scene was obtained.

The incense burner collapsed to the ground, and the Buddha statue was chiseled into pieces, with only the Buddha's head remaining intact, which the girl stepped on.

The Buddha's head was very large, and the girl's body was completely standing on the Buddha's head.

The Buddha's head seemed dissatisfied and began to try to crash into the air, swinging back and forth.

To its surprise, the girl was like a mountain pressing down on its head, leaving it completely unable to move.

The eerie smile had vanished, and he remained motionless, utterly despondent.

They have already stopped resisting.

Jingli squatted on the Buddha's head, tapping it intermittently.

The Buddha's head felt a ringing in its ears, and its eyes were filled with malice as if it wanted to devour the girl who was being presumptuous on its head.

However, there was nothing it could do.

Jingli looked down at the dark hole.

So dark.

It doesn't look very clean either.

Should we go down?

Why is someone lighting a lamp for her?

I should have brought Nangong Qian with me; she could have been my personal assistant.

Why don't we send Qin Ruolan down to investigate?

Qin Ruolan: "......"