Chapter 172

Under the bright moonlight, the original tree shadow looks like a ferocious monster. A simple fence is surrounded by wood chips around the temple located in a quiet corner. On the southeast edge of the temple is an ancient well, the wheels on it have long disappeared, and a layer of cement is powdered around the well, which makes the ancient well a little modern.

"Do you want to follow in?" Xiao Yang asked in a deep voice. When the mysterious peeper went in, there would naturally be variables. Now we need to weigh whether we should take the initiative to explore.

Zhuling stared at the empty temple and frowned, "I want you to go back and inform them to evacuate..."

"And then?"

"Naturally, I go in alone."

Xiao Yang was stunned. "Is that ok? I feel like I'm leaving you and running away..."

Zhuling squinted at him. "The things inside are getting more and more wrong. Now is not the time to play. It's important to tell everyone to pack up and run!"

"Give me two minutes!"

……

Before Zhuling could speak, a cool evening wind rolled up in the shadow, and the living people around him disappeared.

Zhuling looked at the empty space and looked in a trance.

Xiao Yang's ability surprised him more and more. It's not a skill that an ancient martial artist should have

……

Two minutes is very short, but for Xiao Yang, this period of time is very long.

In order to use the fastest speed and not be found, the Jiquan emperor's ability to read the third style boxing has risen to the extreme. When he returned to the house, except yuange and Honglian, all the others sat quietly in the living room waiting for the news.

Xiao Yang took a picture with everyone, left a short "ready to evacuate", and disappeared into the living room again.

On the way back, Xiao Yang only hoped that the handsome monk would not be stupid. He really entered the ghost place alone

Back in the shadow of the trees, sure enough, there was no one above the grass.

Xiao Yang rubbed his forehead. Everyone said "safety first", but in the end, only those who can keep it in mind can do it carefully.

The temple looked lonely and cold under the cold moonlight.

Xiao Yang calmed down.

Fourth move, fist shadow.

A shadow flashed in the moonlight and the next moment appeared in front of the wooden gate of the temple.

The door should be made by the carpenter in the village. The simple planing and scraping still leaves some burrs on the door surface. The rough technique is with the intelligent construction device left by the ancient craft.

Xiao Yang touched his hand on the door leaf, closed his eyes, and the force of ideas slowly invaded it.

This is the first time Xiao Yang really used the power of ideas. In the past, most of them used the power of heaven and earth of ancient martial arts to solve problems. But now, as Zhuling said, the temple is too strange

The power of mind comes from knowing the sea, which can be divided into how thick or how thin, but what can be distinguished by intuition is only those young people who tirelessly study the ability of evolution. Most people do not know the strength of their ability without fighting.

Thoughts infiltrate into the gate leaves, like water droplets falling into the lake, with ripples.

Xiao Yang opened his eyes and frowned.

Just then, the door "squeaked" and opened itself

The corners of Xiao Yang's mouth tilted slightly, and he said in his heart that such a routine has been seen much more on film and television. Unexpectedly, he met him today.

"I'll see if there are ghosts here!"

Xiao Yang muttered and took a step forward.

The moonlight was cold, the incense burner in front of the temple had a little spark of incense candles, and white smoke rose slowly in mid air.

……

The world inside the house was as dark as outside. Xiao Yang even felt that even if he stayed here long enough, he could not adapt to the darkness here.

I don't know when the murmur suddenly sounded. It sounded like reciting Scriptures or praying.

Xiao Yang snorted coldly. The vitality of heaven and earth formed a white ring around his body, and then spread away. Suddenly, there was a sound of porcelain and iron shaking in the dark room, and then falling to the ground. Those were the ornaments knocked down by vitality.

He kept pressing his hand on Xiao Yang's shoulder, and Xiao Yang immediately tightened his heart.

"It's me."

Zhuling whispered to his ear and then pulled him.

Xiao Yang could feel that Zhuling pulled him to a remote corner of the house before he stopped.

"There is a light ability to control here. He can isolate the light. I've learned to ignite, but it's useless..." Zhu Ling said softly.

Xiao Yang frowned. This ability was a little strange, but it was not particularly difficult for him. After all, as long as he felt the vitality of heaven and earth, he could roughly distinguish what was in the house.

"As like as two peas in the room, there is a room like this one, and there is another space type person." Zhu Ling continued, "I didn't step in the inner layer, and I felt very dangerous inside the two."

Xiao Yang said in a deep voice, "it's both light and space reproduction. It's strange that such scarce talents can be combined and appear in a small village with unknown origin?"

In the dark environment, I couldn't see Zhu Ling's expression at all. I just heard the change of his state of mind from his tone of voice.

"Well, the closer you get to Myanmar, the more strange things will happen." Zhuling whispered back.

……

"Be careful, something is coming!"

Zhuling suddenly whispered.

Xiao Yang calmed down. The vitality of heaven and earth ripples around him, but he found that the surroundings were as calm as usual. He couldn't help tightening his heart, "where? I can't see him!"

Invisible, of course, means that the weather vitality can not find the location of the attacker, not invisible to the eyes.

"Northwest, 11:30!"

Zhuling's molecular control ability enables him to find the reconnaissance ability that Xiao Yang, who only has ordinary viewing ability, does not have.

"Hum!"

Cold with a little green nasal sound sounded in the dark.

"Those who come from China, get out of my world!"

The voice is like a boy of 12 or 13 years old, with a unique hoarse voice. It is estimated that he is still on the sound transformer.

Xiao Yang and Zhu Ling are not battle maniacs. They are just passing by here. They seem to have no hatred with each other. Since the other party doesn't take the initiative to attack, they don't have to ask for trouble to fight with him first.

What surprised Xiao Yang was that the other party spoke pure Chinese.

The dark room was quiet for a while.

"My intention, go back quickly, read your first crime and spare your life!"

The boy's style of speaking changed and he spoke a little literate.

Xiao Yang was stunned. It shouldn't be the abnormal old monster of that year

"I'm Zhuling, from Wutai Mountain of the Chinese nation. I'm sorry that I accidentally broke into your place today... Dare to ask the donor's name?" said Zhuling gently.

There was a sound of clothes swinging in the air. It was estimated that the monk was bowing to the boy.

"Wutai Mountain... Is Huizhi's bald donkey dead?" the boy asked sarcastically.

Xiao Yang exclaimed in his heart, lying in the trough is not bad. It's a millennium school. You can meet familiar people by just giving a name. Why didn't this signboard effect be covered.

Zhuling sang a Buddhist saying, "grandmaster Zeng is still in the back mountain to retreat and participate in Zen. Dare you ask..., elder taboo?"

Huizhi is already one hundred and twenty old people this year. Fame and other things were sold and hidden in the world of capable people as early as a year ago. The only people who can know him are those who were deeply impressed with him more than 60 years ago. As soon as the boy heard Wutai Mountain, what he said was Huizhi. Therefore, Zhuling shouted "senior", which was also reassuring.

"My name... Has long dissipated in multiple spaces..." the boy uttered a melancholy.

Xiao Yang was stunned and said in his heart, isn't this boy a monster like a millennium old demon?

Poof!

In the dark temple, thousands of candlesticks lit up one by one, and the orange light illuminated such small temples, except that the wall near the inside was dark.

Xiao Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while. It should be the space copied by the dead bamboo spirit.

The interior of the temple is very simple. Except that it is surrounded by bright candles, there is only a high platform in the center. There is a pure yellow beautiful cushion on the high platform. It seems that it should be used to place gods and other things. But now the statue has come down from the high platform

"The need for light is the fatal weakness of mankind. When the catastrophe comes, life that cannot adapt to darkness will be eliminated..."

The boy in the colorful pattern robe is about one meter and five meters tall. At the moment, he is squatting in front of a row of lights with his back to Xiao Yang and Zhu Ling. "I have clearly given them a hint not to put these things that can emit lights here, but they are too stubborn, so I have to put away the light here..."

Xiao Yang's expression was stiff, and the boy's speech had the smell of domineering side leakage.

"Are you the god they worship?" bamboo spirit asked carefully.

The boy looked back. His face was seen by the two for the first time in the orange light. There are two drum horns on his forehead. His face is not ordinary people's white and tender, but like a layer of scales. His pupils are also strange green.

Xiao Yang took a deep breath. Is he really a millennium monster

Zhuling was also startled, but he was also a well-informed man. He saw not a thousand but 800 strange and gloomy things, so he soon calmed down.

"I remember, there is a word 'repair' in my name, so you call me to repair..." the boy said faintly. He didn't seem to care about them when they were frightened by their looks.

Zhuling folded his hands and bowed slightly. "It's disturbing the master's rest. The younger generation is sincere and afraid. He still forgets the master's Haihan."

Xiu nodded slightly, turned his head and looked at Xiao Yang. Every move of the green pupil was very conspicuous in the house, "these bald donkeys haven't changed for thousands of years. I'm tired of seeing them. You still have some meaning..."

Xiao Yang's mouth was slightly open and stagnated in mid air.

"What are you doing here?" the boy turned back and continued to squat on the ground, looking at the big candle.

Zhuling and Xiao Yang looked at each other. The latter nodded slightly, and Zhuling bowed again. "There is a space node collapse in our country of China, and alien insects escaped. I was ordered to hunt down. I don't want to quarrel with my predecessors today..."

"Oh... No wonder..." the boy said to himself.