In the illusory space in the Buddha statue, a young monk sat on a cushion with a strange red light flashing in his eyes. There was a tiger lying in front of him that was motionless and was a well-behaved.

If Wu Jun was there, he would definitely recognize it at a glance as the tiger demon that had been cooked before, and then shouted that the tiger-subduing Arhat would be buried.

At this time, the power of the tiger demon and the king of beasts had already disappeared, his eyes were filled with fear, as if he was extremely afraid of the young monk in front of him, and his body was trembling slightly.

The young monk had a cold expression and said to the tiger demon in a deep voice: "Do you know what the young lady wearing JK looks like?"

The tiger demon said tremblingly: "The little one, the little one doesn't know... I knew that the doctor outside was very fierce. I was killed by him. In the blink of an eye, the little one was peeled off by him."

After dying at Wu Jun's hands inexplicably, the tiger demon originally wanted to escape his soul into the demon pill and wait for an opportunity to escape to the territory of the demon clan in the 100,000 mountains.

However, what it did not expect was that its demon pill was brought to this strange temple by Qin Yue'er.

As soon as the night came, it was sucked into the Buddha statue by a powerful suction force.

There were also a few accomplices who were controlled by it, but those accomplices were too weak. As soon as they arrived, their souls were scattered by the Buddha's light. After scaring it, it gave up its resistance honestly.

Under the cold gaze of the demon monk, the tiger demon showed an aggrieved expression, expressing that he really didn't know what JK, and he was in tears.

A monster was actually able to practice Buddhist techniques, but it was encountered by it. This was really unlucky.

The monster monk also had a hint of depression on his face. He was controlled by the old monk and the monster catcher, but Wu Jun was not affected by his magic at all, which made him helpless.

He looked at Wu Jun who was waiting outside and was a little impatient. He slowly spoke, "Buddha saves people who are destined to be, and you have no wisdom. Even if the treasure mountain is placed in front of you, you cannot take it away at all."

When Wu Jun saw the Buddha statue talking like this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This means, do you admit that you can't do it?"

The demon monk said in a tone of no sorrow or joy: "It's impossible, I don't want it."

Wu Jun approached Qin Yue'er calmly, almost reaching out to touch her, and continued, "Then you answer me a question. If you answer correctly, I believe you are Buddha."

The demon monk didn't expect that things would turn around, and a red light suddenly burst out from his strange red eyes.

No matter what Wu Jun thinks, as long as there is a slight possibility of believing that he is a Buddha, then Wu Jun's mind will have flaws, and it will be much easier to control Wu Jun next!

The monk suppressed his excitement and asked kindly: "What is the confusion in your heart, even if you say it."

Wu Jun glanced at the merit box placed on the incense table and asked with a smile: "How do you and the monk share the money for incense and oil in the temple?"

“…”

The demon monk was silent for a while, because he really didn't know about this problem. Logically speaking, these monks are all believers of the Buddha, so all the money belongs to the Buddha?

But the Buddha cannot let the monks work for nothing. According to the Buddha's compassionate heart, he can also give it to the monks... 30%?

Then what about the 30% account?

While he was hesitating, Wu Jun suddenly looked shaking, and he pinched a thin silver needle and stabbed it at the Niwan Palace above Qin Yue'er's head, making a hearty laugh.

"Ha, you don't really think that the money for the temple's indulgence and oil will be distributed to the Buddha, right?"

The moment the demon monk was stunned, the silver needle had already fallen into Qin Yue'er's Niwan Palace.

The next moment, the souls and spirits in Qin Yueer's ancestral palace were harmonious, and her eyes instantly returned to clear light. She stood up, drew her sword, and completed it in one go!

Amid the sound of the sword, a sword energy slashed the Buddha statue. With a loud bang, the Buddha's head broke from his shoulders and slid down to the ground.

As the smoke and dust filled, a golden bead flew out of the Buddha statue and brought a golden light toward the door.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's yelled, and the awakened old monk swung his right hand, his robe flew out against the ground, and snatched the golden light to seal the door tightly.

When the golden bead was about to touch the cassock, it turned suddenly and flew towards the roof.

Just at this moment, a cold light fell from the sky. It turned out that Qin Yue'er calculated the route of its escape and seized the opportunity and slashed it down with a sword!

The sword edge slashed on the golden beads, and sparks suddenly flew everywhere, making a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Jinzhu was killed by Qin Yue'er and suddenly lost her color. She revealed her original appearance and fell to the ground. It turned out to be a white relics.

Seeing Qin Yue'er stabbing out one after another, the old monk waved his cassock and bounced the long sword in her hand away, shouting: "This is my Buddhist thing, the female donor stop quickly."

Qin Yue'er snorted coldly, lifted his sword and stabbed the old monk in the chest: "Killing the evil spirit is my duty to catch the demon. You should stop!"

The two of them confronted each other without giving in to each other, and the sword energy and Buddha light filled the Buddha's palace instantly.

Wu Jun was afraid of being accidentally injured by the two of them, so he hid in the corner and looked at him secretly.

Suddenly, he felt something touched on his feet. He looked down and found that the relics were rolling down at his feet.

He lowered his head and picked it up. A familiar feeling slowly rose in his heart, making Wu Jun frown slightly.

"Hey, why do you seem to have seen it somewhere..."

Just as he was holding the relics and looking at them carefully, a gust of wind suddenly came towards him. It turned out that the old monk gave up his cassock and wrapped it towards Qin Yue'er, took the opportunity to escape, and came to Wu Jun's side.

In Wu Jun's surprised expression, the old monk put his dry big hand on his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Give me the relics!"

Wu Jun glanced at the small white ball in his hand and said in surprise: "So this is the relics."

Seeing that he had no movement, the old monk reached out and wanted to rob. At this time, Qin Yue'er stabbed him with a sword and forced him to retreat to the corner.

Seeing that Wu Jun was restrained, Qin Yue'er couldn't help but stop attacking and sternly said to the old monk: "Let him go."

The old monk smiled and said, "Don't panic, female donor, I just want to get my Buddhist relics back, and I never thought of hurting anyone."

Qin Yue'er shouted anxiously: "It's easy to discuss the matter of Sarizi, please let him go!"

Seeing that she didn't believe in her, the old monk couldn't help but frown slightly: "Please rest assured female donor. I can swear by the reputation of Lianhua Temple that I will never hurt this donor."

Qin Yue'er looked at the old monk with an extremely strange expression, and sighed slightly: "No need, it should be too late. I will help you with the funeral. Old abbot, please go with peace of mind."

“???”

The old monk looked at Qin Yue'er in confusion. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly found that his arms had turned black and his true energy had also stagnated.

The next moment, his body fell to the ground without control, twisted his cheeks and looked at Wu Jun with a terrified expression.
Chapter completed!