"Help! Someone save me!"
Jiange City was one of the 58 cities in Great Xia, the third largest city in Ba Shu after Shu and Ba. In this city with a population of more than seven million, more than ten evil spirits were spreading panic.
In just four hours, these evil spirits had caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people. As long as they were targeted by the small districts and houses, there was basically no place to escape.
Humans who believed in science finally tasted the consequences of their own actions. In this society where money and material desires existed, there were no longer any so-called accomplished monks in the human world. Now, the only one who could protect the people of Jiange City was themselves...
Boom!
As an old monk rang a brass bell, the three evil spirits outside the temple immediately covered their heads and fled into the distance.
"Hu ~" The old monk was already in his eighties. To ring the bell for four hours in a row was undoubtedly an overload for his body. However, he did not stop because there were thousands of people in the temple behind him who had come to receive protection.
Fushan Temple was said to be a temple built by an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty. Unlike Shushan Temple, this temple had a devout monk, and this monk was of high seniority.
Therefore, when they encountered the same situation as the Shushan Temple, they did not chase away the people. Instead, they chose to open the door to accept the people.
This method was undoubtedly very correct. At least, they did not have their temple doors broken by evil spirits like other land, city gods, and temples.
" Senior granduncle, take a break. I'll knock for you…" Looking at the panting old monk, a relatively thin monk said with heartache.
"No need…The old monk shook his head when he heard his grand-disciple's words. Then, he continued to ring the bell. After he was done, he panted heavily and said,"Sad, sad, sad. In the huge Fushan Temple, there are more than three hundred disciples and grand-disciples, but not a single monk believes in Buddha. How sad!”
Boom!
The bell chimes and the old monk's mournful voice sounded at the same time, which made the young monk beside him feel guilty.
He had come to Fushan Temple for a salary of more than 8,000 yuan a month and a leisurely job. How could he have the heart to worship Buddha?
In fact, he was not the only one who thought so. The other monks also thought so. Unfortunately, the pious piety they had pretended to be for several years finally showed its weakness when the disaster came. Thinking of this, the monk could not help but shed tears. The old monk was exhausted after striking the bell again and again, and finally fell to the ground.
Inside Fushan Temple, the originally empty main hall was already filled with commoners.
Some of these commoners were wearing pajamas, some were shirtless, and some were just wearing underwear. They looked very funny, but also a little pitiful.
"Daddy, when can we go home? Nan Nan is so sleepy ~"
In the main hall of the Fushan Temple, a little girl of about four or five years old was lying in the arms of a bare-chested man, muttering sleepiness. The man was actually speechless by his child's question.
Not only the man, but even the people beside him were the same.
That's right! When would they be able to go home? Or were they going to stay in the temple for the rest of their lives?
At the thought of this, a woman couldn't help but take out her phone. The news on her phone was occupied by evil spirits appearing all over the world.
In a short four hours, Great Xia had lost at least tens of millions of lives. Guns, rockets, missiles, these things that humans were proud of could not harm these evil spirits. Currently, only martial artists who practiced Chinese martial arts and could use blood and qi could harm these evil spirits.
However, this method was not without damage. A martial artist's blood essence needed time to recuperate. If they kept fighting, then a martial artist would definitely die from a lack of blood essence.
Other than this drawback, there was another drawback, which was the number of martial artists!
As everyone knew, due to the development of modern weapons, people had abandoned many traditional things, and Chinese martial arts was one of them.
However, compared to the mysterious things such as Taoism and temple officials, martial artists could still hide among mortals. Although there were few, it was not impossible.
In Chang 'an, the capital of Great Xia, there were more than thirty internal force experts in Chang' an Central Martial Arts Academy. The level of the evil spirits was also determined by Great Xia's Guardian Division within three hours.
Wolf, Cow, Lion, Tiger, Dragon, Ghost, these six levels not only represented the level, but also represented the terrifying level of the evil charm.
Evil Spirits at Wolf One's level could only wander around streets and villages, while Evil Spirits at Bull One's level could deal damage to towns. As for Lion and Tiger, they could deal damage to counties and cities.
At present, there were no evil spirits of the Tiger, Dragon, and Ghost levels in Great Xia. However, an hour ago, an evil spirit of the Dragon level appeared in the Peacock Kingdom.
In just three hours, the dragon-level evil spirit had turned more than ten cities in the south of the Peacock Kingdom into empty and dead cities. Such a terrifying degree could not help but make people afraid.
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