"Hehehe."

Fashan laughed, "You are anxious, you are scared!"

"Absurd!" Faming shouted loudly, "You have fallen into an evil demon and committed heinous sins! Master has worked hard to protect you and maintain the reputation of Guanyin Zen Temple. Now you have revealed the matter to outsiders?!"

"Hahahaha!" The answer to Faming was Fashan's crazy laughter.

Obviously he was very happy. This trick was called death together, and his method was good at making great profits.

Faming turned around and walked without saying a word. To him, the darkness here seemed to have no effect.

Bringing a lantern is just to let Fashan see his appearance clearly.

"well……"

As soon as Faming took two steps, he heard a sound coming from behind.

He suddenly turned around.

There was an unknown time next to the iron gate, no one else, but the disciple of the monk from the Dongtu Tang Dynasty, whose Dharma name was Wukong.

He is a man dressed in a weird way.

I don’t know if it’s considered a monk or a weird person.

"Little Master." Faming sighed and looked at Yang Que, "Why don't you listen to the advice?"

"The long night is long and I don't want to sleep, so I walk around and take a look." Yang Que said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see a good show."

"What does the little master mean?" Faming did not directly shout and shout, but asked.

"No, what should the master meant?"

"oh?"

"If the master intends to kill someone to silence me, then I have to fight back." Yang Que said, "But if the master intends to have a good talk, why should I take action? You know, even if it is a wild beast, unless it is for preying and territorial, it will avoid unnecessary struggles."

"What do you want to talk about by your little master?" Faming asked.

Before Yang Que could answer, Fashan in the prison cell became anxious: "They are evil demons! Little master, don't be deceived by them! They will kill you!"

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The sound of the door hitting the door sounded again.

"You accused each other of being evil." Yang Que ignored Fashan, "You always have to show evidence, right? It's no basis for saying it."

"What certificate does the little master want?"

"First look at the good way, how about it?" Yang Que said.

"That's them who turned me into this!" Fashan shouted at the top of his lungs, and the sound of hitting the door stopped.

"Not appropriate." Unexpectedly, Faming also chose to refuse, "Fashan is very dangerous now."

"Dangerous?" Yang Que smiled, "He couldn't even break a small iron door. You may not believe it when he said it. My master and disciple traveled westward, and there were countless monsters who died under our hands, and they were extremely powerful. Otherwise, the road would be difficult and dangerous, so how could we come here without any harm?"

"Can you promise me something?" Faming asked.

"you say."

"When you confirm the truth, don't tell me. The people from the Guanyin Zen Temple will escort two people thousands of miles away." Faming said.

The implication is that it is not to kill people, nor to restrict the actions of two people, and only to ignore them.

Until we left this area and no longer had any major impact on the reputation of Guanyin Zen Temple, we all thought that nothing had happened and went our separate ways.

Of course, it is also possible that it will be possible to kill people and silence them at that time.

But to be honest, it is actually more appropriate to kill people to silence them in the base camp.

Anyway, there are no outsiders here.

"Okay." Yang Que agreed immediately.

"Then..." Faming looked at the iron gate and began to recite scriptures that no one could hear clearly. After a while, a light appeared on the iron gate.

Golden words the size of tadpoles appear one by one. If you look closely, you will find that this is a Buddhist scripture.

After the text emerges, it dissipates like sand.

"It turns out to be a cultivator, but I don't seem to feel the other party's cultivation level..." Yang Que said, "Why is this happening? According to strength, I should be a cultivator in the Tribulation Period."

Shouldn’t a cultivator with high cultivation see through what level of cultivator with low cultivation level at a glance?

Unless the other party has any special hidden means for the protagonist.

"In many cases, it is experience and judgment." Xiaotian Dog answered Yang Que's question, "After all, the monks have cultivated themselves bit by bit by bit, and are very familiar with it. In addition, the detection of spiritual consciousness can see the other party's cyclone, golden elixir, Nascent Soul and so on at a glance.

"Only by 'seeing' these realm characteristics can you make an accurate judgment on their realm cultivation.

"Let a monk judge the strength of a monster... he can only compare it with the monk based on the blood and breath surging degree."

"So high cultivation is low in cultivation. I see that the 'level' on the opposite side does not exist when I see it like a game?" Yang Que asked.

"If you are a serious monk, you are one big level away from the same level, and it is basically the same. But you are not..." said Xiaotian Dog.

Yang Que's route is biased towards monsters, even after practicing "The Original Golden Chapter".

The tone of the beginning has been set, so it is difficult to change, and there is no need to change it.

"It's really troublesome." Yang Que said.

The bondage on the iron gate was lifted, but Fashan did not come out.

Yang Que took the initiative to walk forward, tearing the iron door easily as if he was tearing a piece of paper, and Faming raised his eyebrows slightly.

As the iron gate was torn apart by Yang Que, an extremely unpleasant smell came to my face.

Yang Que reacted quickly and immediately retreated to the entrance passage of the cave, and breathed out a breath.

A strong wind blew in the hole instantly, pressing the smells tightly in the corner.

"...Amitabha." In the strong wind, Faming's monk's robe danced wildly, and the sound of rushing sounds.

He clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures.

The smell that was so terrifying that it was as purified by him and began to dissipate slowly.

"Get out!"

The roar of Fashan sounded, and the power of Faming was also purifying the smell on his body.

With this roar, Fashan finally rushed out of the cell.

That is indeed a monster that makes people feel frightened when they see it. If a normal person suddenly finds that he has become like this, he may go crazy.

Like a pile of weeds, it has very long yellow hair.

It's normal, but he's extremely thin, his eyes turned into two slits of faces.

There are also long, curled nails like scimitars.

What is really strange and weird is Fashan's body, with his chin slightly lowered and began to swell from the neck. Without feet, his whole body looked like a huge fat snake.

The hands became short and small.

It's probably just the length of an ordinary person's forearm.

Fashan's mouth opened to an exaggerated level, and a black snake letter was spit out from it, without teeth, and biting towards the Dharma Ming who was chanting the scriptures.

Faming stopped reciting scriptures, sighed, pinched out a Dharma seal with his right hand, and then pushed forward.

Press firmly on the body of the good Dharma.

Fat Snake Fashan flew back back into the cell. Before he could come out, the entire cell was shining with golden light and was shrouded in scriptures.

If you press the Dharma in it, you will not be able to come out again.

"I thought you were ordinary people." Yang Que said.
Chapter completed!