"If I'm not mistaken, the dark purple bead should be the Blood Devouring Bead!”Wan Yu thought.
Only then did Puzhi notice Wan Yu, who had been standing at the side for a long time. Then, he reacted. This was a rare talent. Then, he turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu carefully. Then, he looked at Lin Jingyu a few more times and said in his heart,""Good talent, but why is his personality so extreme?”
Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward and said,""Hey, who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?”
Puzhi looked at him and smiled. He asked,""Little benefactor, your life was on the line just now. You just had to admit defeat. Why did you have to struggle so hard? If it wasn't for this old monk, you would have lost your life in vain!”
Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment. He felt that the old monk's words made sense. However, he still couldn't say anything at this moment, so he could only stand there in shock.
Lin Jingyu glared at Puzhi and pulled Zhang Xiaofan's hand.""Xiao Fan, this old monk is weird. Let's ignore him.”After saying that, he pulled him out. The children followed him. It was obvious that they always followed his lead.
Zhang Xiaofan subconsciously took a step forward. However, after he walked out of the temple, he couldn't help but turn back to look at the temple. The sky was getting dark, and he could still see the old monk standing there, but his face was blurred.
Puzhi slowly walked to Wan Yu's side and said,""Amitabha, why isn't little benefactor going home yet?"
Wan Yu slowly smiled. After which, he cupped his hands together and said,"I'm Wan Yu, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect's Heaven Ascension Peak. I'm going down the mountain this time to refine my own magic weapon. May I ask your Dharma name, senior monk?”
Puzhi put his palms together and said,"Amitabha, forgive me for being Daoist Dao Xuan's disciple. I've been disrespectful." This old monk is Puzhi of the Heavenly Chord Temple."
After Wan Yu heard this, he cupped his fists and said,"So it's Martial Uncle Puzhi of the Heavenly Chord Temple. Then, he slowly smiled.
Wan Yu chatted with the divine monk Puzhi for a while, then cupped his fists and said,""Seeing that the sky is already dark, this disciple plans to stay here for the night. When I return to the mountain tomorrow, I won't disturb Martial Uncle Puzhi.”
"Amitabha, please go ahead, Martial Nephew."”
Wan Yu nodded and walked along the path that Zhang Xiaofan had taken.
Night, Caomiao Village
A thunderclap swept up the clouds and black clouds rolled in the sky.
A storm was about to come, and there was a murderous intent.
Puzhi was still meditating in the grass temple. Looking up, the distant Green Cloud Mountain was only left with a haze. The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound. Only the rapid wind and thunder could be heard.
What a strong wind!
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the small grass temple that stood alone in the wind lit up. At this moment, Puzhi was already standing at the entrance of the temple. He looked up at the sky with a serious expression, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.
In the western village, a black gas had appeared at some point, thick like black ink, surging non-stop. Puzhi stood in the grass temple and stared at the black gas.
Suddenly, the black gas swirled and spiraled up, heading straight for the grass temple outside the village. It was extremely fast and arrived in the blink of an eye. Puzhi's eyes were sharp, and he saw two children among them. They were Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan, whom he had met during the day.
Puzhi's face sank. He didn't hesitate any longer. His skinny body suddenly rose from the ground and stabbed into the black gas.
A slightly surprised voice came from an unknown place in the darkness,""Eh?"
With a few muffled sounds, the black gas suddenly stopped and circled above the grass temple. Puzhi slowly descended with Lin Jingyu under his ribs, but a piece of his kasaya had been torn off.
Under the dim light, Lin Jingyu's eyes were tightly shut and his breathing was steady. It was unknown whether he had fallen asleep or fainted.
Puzhi did not put him down. He looked up at the black gas in the sky and said,"Sir, your Dao is profound. Why did you attack an ignorant child?”
A hoarse voice came from the black gas.""Who are you? How dare you meddle in my business?”
Puzhi didn't answer, but said," This is the foot of Qingyun Mountain. If the Qingyun Sect finds out that you're doing whatever you want here, I'm afraid you won't have a good time in the future."”
The man spat and said disdainfully,"What's the Qingyun Sect? It's just relying on its numbers. Old Bald Donkey, don't say anymore. If you know what's good for you, quickly give me that child.”
Puzhi put his palms together and said,"Amitabha, monks are merciful. I can't just watch this child be killed by you."”
"You darn baldy, you're courting death," the man said angrily.”
As he spoke, a dark red light flashed within the black gas that had been spiraling. In an instant, a cold wind blew around the small grass temple, and the ghost qi flourished.
"Poison Blood Banner!" Puzhi's face was suddenly filled with anger." Evil creature, how dare you cultivate such a heartless evil thing that harms the human world? I will not forgive you today."”
The hoarse voice sneered but didn't reply. There was a whistling sound and a red light shone brightly. A foul smell rose from the air and a two-foot-long red banner was slowly raised. At this moment, the ghostly wails became even more mournful, as if there were countless vengeful spirits crying at night. There was also the faint sound of bones cracking, which was shocking.
"Darn baldy, die!" The man in the black gas shouted and a hideous ghost face appeared on the red flag. It had three horns and four eyes, and sharp teeth. The four eyes on the ghost face opened and turned into a real body. It rushed out of the flag and attacked Pu Zhi with a bloody smell.
Puzhi's face was even more furious. He knew that the more powerful the Poisonous Blood Banner was, the more innocent people would be killed during the cultivation process. In order to achieve such power, it would probably require the blood essence of more than 300 people to sacrifice to the banner.
This heretic was truly heartless.
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