Chapter 296

The Daoist music had long stopped, and the scripture chanting had also broken. Few pilgrims were left, and the remaining pilgrims and Daoists had no interest in chatting, so the Daoist temple was much quieter than before.

In the silence, this loud noise was even more abrupt and shocking.

For a moment, the courtyard wall was broken, the guest room collapsed, bricks and stones splashed and dust rose, and tiles fell all over the ground with a clatter.

Two stone giants, one zhang tall, one in front and one behind, walked into the temple with heavy and urgent steps, also giving people a great shock.

Those who didn't know might have thought the mountain god had come in person.

When many Daoists were stunned, the evening wind blew from high altitude, mixed with some black dots.

Just arriving above the temple, the black dots grew with the wind, actually turning into twelve armored soldiers wearing armor and painted with red paint on their faces, suddenly falling from the sky, also a piece of rumbling, like heavenly soldiers descending.

Until this time, some Daoists in Jingyun Temple reacted, this was not the god they worshipped.

Instead, it looked like... real heavenly soldiers.

But since they were real heavenly soldiers, then their own actions...

"Bad! Run!"

"Go call the temple master!"

A white and fat Daoist widened his eyes, dropped the tray in his hand, and turned to run.

But those armored soldiers who had just landed didn't have any hesitation. As soon as they stood firm, they drew their sabers, raised their spears, and some drew their bows and arrows. One armored soldier aimed the arrow at him.

The white and fat Daoist only ran two or three steps when his body suddenly shook.

Other Daoists around didn't know why, turned their heads to look, and only then did they know that a bloody arrowhead had pierced through his heart.

The white and fat Daoist lunged forward and fell heavily to the ground.

And at this time, the Daoists in this courtyard were already terrified and in a mess.

There were also two men and one woman, two Daoists, and a fierce martial artist holding a saber walking from the gap in the courtyard wall. In the twilight, it was unclear whether they were people or gods.

When the dust scattered a bit, there was actually a huge four-tailed white fox standing on the roof of the palace, looking down at them.

The Daoists were even more terrified.

Some ran in the opposite direction, some went to take weapons, some went to call Daoists with higher seniority in the courtyard, but in fact, they didn't need to call, the whole Daoist temple had been alarmed.

And that group of armored soldiers had already rushed toward them.

For a moment, the Daoist temple was even noisier than before.

The pilgrims who didn't leave were all terrified, hiding in their rooms, not knowing what happened outside, and not daring to open the windows to watch.

Only hearing continuous rumbling sounds, it seemed that the courtyard walls and roofs were being smashed and demolished. There was no sound of slashing, but there was wailing and begging for mercy. The ground was also constantly trembling. Just thinking it was an illusion, but turning their heads, they could see ripples in the water cups in the room.

It seemed that the fight outside was very fierce, and the power had exceeded the scope of mortals.

It sounded like the immortal who eliminated demons had descended, but some pilgrims heard the voices of Daoists they were familiar with in the wailing, and for a moment, they couldn't distinguish whether the one who came was an immortal or a demon.

Before long, only hearing an angry shout:

"Who are you? Why come to my Jingyun Temple to commit murder? How did we provoke you!"

The pilgrims who could stay here were naturally of extraordinary status, and they would receive enthusiastic reception from the Daoist temple on weekdays, so they naturally heard that this voice was the master of Jingyun Temple, Qingquanzi.

But heard another voice answer:

"We came here to eliminate demons!"

This voice sounded young, but also familiar. Thinking carefully, I realized it was the "immortal" voice that they had heard out of thin air just now.

For a time, many pilgrims were both puzzled and confused.

The immortal came here to eliminate demons, why eliminate the Daoists of the Daoist temple?

Isn't this an immortal, is it a demon?

But why would a demon persuade them to leave?

The conversation outside continued.

"Hu Yan! This is Jingyun Temple, one of the three great Daoist temples in Qin Zhou, even the Emperor and the Imperial Consort come here to offer incense every year! Where did the demons come from?"

"Daoists raise poisonous insects, harm people and suck blood, refine pills with this, and are no different from demons!"

"You... stop talking nonsense!"

The pilgrims who still stayed in the temple widened their eyes.

And outside, many Daoists had already picked up swords and fought with many armored soldiers and stone giants.

I saw the stone giant running wildly toward a group of Daoists. It looked slow and clumsy, but because it was huge, every step was large, so it was actually not slow.

Many Daoists in Jingyun Temple had practiced martial arts, hurriedly scattered to both sides, barely avoiding it.

With a bang!

The stone giant stopped only after hitting the wall, but its steps stopped, its movements didn't stop, but dragging its long stone arm, it turned and swept.

Immediately, a young Daoist couldn't dodge in time and was swept away, actually being hit four or five zhang high and seven or eight zhang away, smashing through the roof and falling into a guest room, life or death unknown.

A group of Daoists hurriedly surrounded it, raising their swords to slash.

Dang dang dang, a piece of sound, but only slashed off many stone chips.

"Shu!"

Another sharp arrow passed through the courtyard, accurately shooting into the neck of a Daoist who raised his sword to slash. The Daoist immediately covered his throat, making a gurgling sound, and fell down.

Right beside them, several young Daoists were besieging an armored soldier, also terrified, trying their best to swing their swords, slashing at the armored soldier.

The wounds left on Mount Fengshan and the damaged armor had not been repaired in time. Looking at it so closely, one could see the broken armor, but no one would feel that this was their weakness because of this, but rather added a sense of awe-inspiring battle-hardened feeling, not to mention the wooden branch body under the armor was pitted and scarred.

This is not a living person! Nor is it a heavenly soldier!

It is a demon soldier who only knows how to kill!

Many young Daoists thought so, their hearts were already extremely scared, but these armored soldiers didn't stop at all, and didn't say a word, there was no room for discussion, making them have to fight.

But the long sword in their hands slashed up—

"Slap!"

The armor just trembled, adding a shallow mark, and there was no other damage.

Only one Daoist was lucky, slashing into the place not covered by armor, but only slashed in half a blade, and the armored soldier still didn't make a sound, just silently swung his saber and slashed.

The saber body flashed past in the dim daylight!

I don't know how much strength this saber had, actually slashing across the chests of several Daoists. Although none were cut in two, the chests of several Daoists were also splashed with blood, and they retreated with screams.

Until several middle-aged Daoists with high martial arts skills came to join the battlefield and fought with this group of armored soldiers.

But it can only be said to be barely.

Good times didn't last long—

The daylight had just darkened a bit when it was illuminated by a long dragon of flames, and everyone's shadows in the courtyard were cast on the surrounding courtyard walls, and also on the windows of the guest hall.

His junior sister withdrew her right hand, pulled out her long sword, just took a step, and her whole body shuttled forward.

The sword in her hand is a life-taking sword.

Luo Seng also drew his saber instantly and rushed into the crowd.

With his martial arts, when shuttling among these young Daoists, it was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, cutting melons and vegetables.

There were more and more middle-aged Daoists rushing from other courtyards, holding swords and fighting into a group.

And that huge four-tailed white fox was still standing on the roof, opening its mouth to spit, and it was a large mouthful of golden flames, hitting the place where the Daoists gathered in the courtyard, spreading along the ground.

"Stop quickly!"

The old Daoist looked at it with wide eyes and shouted hurriedly.

Lin Jue just looked at him indifferently, spread his left hand, put a handful of beans in his hand, and said: "Today we are not here to argue with you."

At the same time, he threw the beans in his hand into the sky.

Under the rosy light, twelve flying swords appeared, but they didn't land, but floated in the air.

Lin Jue walked toward the old Daoist while scanning the surrounding Daoists. The flying swords in the air immediately moved and shuttled rapidly in the battlefield.

A middle-aged Daoist with high martial arts skills was fighting with an armored soldier, originally difficult to distinguish between high and low, and also focused, suddenly a silver light flashed, and a flying sword had pierced into his chest from behind.

There was also a Daoist who swung his sword hard, blocking the flying sword that was spinning and flying, but unexpectedly this flying sword was unexpectedly heavy and sharp, and the power was also great. Just by this collision, he already felt his palm and arm numb, and even the tiger's mouth cracked, and the treasure sword in his hand was also chipped.

But he didn't even have time to use his peripheral vision to check the injury on his hand and the damage to the long sword, a shield of an armored soldier hit him, and the huge force knocked him flying, hitting the wall.

Before landing, a long spear pierced over.

There were also Daoists who dodged repeatedly, avoiding a flying sword, and avoiding an arrow, showing good body skills, but taking care of the front, but couldn't take care of the back. A moment of carelessness, his body suddenly stiffened, it was a flying sword piercing into the back of his neck.

If viewed from high altitude, one could only see Lin Jue walking as if strolling, and the Daoists who were fighting beside him fell one after another, and blood flowers bloomed one after another.

"You... who are you...

"What do you want?"

The old Daoist had lived a comfortable life, subconsciously feeling fear, and retreated repeatedly.

However, the Daoist in front of him didn't answer him at all, just staring at him, his eyes condensed, and the flying swords that were dealing with the surrounding Daoists all left their targets and shot at him from different directions.

The old Daoist was surprised and angry, his beard was trembling, looking at these flying swords, wanting to dodge, but his old bones could no longer dodge, so he quickly chanted:

"Wood Many Yaoguai Wood Many Yaoguai, Divine Staff Divine Staff, bear my wounds, replace me with disaster!"

At the same time, he hurriedly bent down and lay down.

"Duo duo duo..."

Twelve flying swords shot over. Some were dodged by him bending down, shooting into the door behind him, and some were solidly shot on his body, but whether it was shot on the door behind him or on his body, the sound made was actually the sound of shooting into wood.

Lin Jue reached out and made a sword finger, hooking back, all the flying swords trembled and twisted, pulled out from where they were originally stuck, and flew back into the air.

The old Daoist also hurriedly climbed up.

But except for the Daoist robe on his body being broken, he was almost undamaged.

"Eh?"

Lin Jue was a little surprised.

Scanning his eyes, he saw a few scars that appeared out of thin air on the pillar of the main hall beside him.

Just now, a total of six flying swords were stuck on this old Daoist, four above and two below. Now the wounds on this pillar also had six, four above and two below. The wounds looked exactly like the appearance of his flying swords.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Lin Jue felt novel, put away the flying swords, and a long sword appeared in his hand, walking away with the sword.

"Arrogant! Do you really think my Jingyun Temple doesn't know magic? Thinking that you have some skills, you can bully people at will?" After the old Daoist climbed up, knowing that today could not be good, he quickly dodged a sword stabbed by Lin Jue, and quickly turned his head, shouting to the nearest young Daoists, "Go call the junior brothers of this temple, tell them to stop refining pills and come out to meet the enemy!"

Several young Daoists nodded and hurriedly ran outside.

However, how could a few people let them leave?

First, a sharp arrow from the bean soldier archer killed one, his junior sister was close, stepped forward, pierced the willow and chased the soul, stabbed one to death, Lin Jue waved his hand, the flying swords shuttled and spun, and the rest also fell one after another in screams.

But his junior sister, Lord Luo, and Wan Xinrong all looked at him—

There were other Daoists in the temple.

And they were refining pills!

Lin Jue also understood their meaning, so he said: "Leave this place and this old Daoist to me!"

"Hmm!"

The three nodded and went to each side.

"Fuyao, go help junior sister!"

"Good ying!"

The huge fox jumped lightly and also left.

Just as Lin Jue finished these words, when he came back to his senses, the old Daoist had already quickly finished chanting a spell, and at the same time pointed his finger.

"Wan Hufa Many Yaoguai! Come quickly to protect!"

Hearing a sound coming from the main gate of the Daoist temple.

Lin Jue turned his head to look, only then did he know that it was the statues of the two guardian gods standing at the main gate and the Yi gate of the Daoist temple, which had come to life under the old Daoist's spell.

They were two tiger-backed and bear-waisted martial gods wearing golden armor, nearly one zhang tall, one holding a long spear, one holding a golden mace, all with wide eyes, walking out of the Yi gate while bending over, and looking at Lin Jue, the full-ground bean soldiers, and that stone giant with their faces and eyes full of anger.

"Gods manifest?

"Or some kind of spell?"

Lin Jue narrowed his eyes, thinking in his heart.

But there was no time to think—

The two guardian martial gods holding long spears and golden maces had already walked into the courtyard with big strides. Those Daoists saw this and all avoided, setting off their momentum for a while.