ps【The first two and third updates are in the first two chapters】

Back mountain.

A certain corner.

At this time, the monks holding wooden sticks were surrounded by a group of monks.

"Several uncles of the master are here!"

Someone spoke out.

Jingkong, Jingkong, Jingkong, Jingkong, and several people of the Jing generation rushed over.

There is a young male corpse on the ground.

His face was surprisingly dark, as if it was a slap on his face.

"When we found him, he was already dead," the little novice monk who led the way burst into tears.

"Apart from that, are there any other clues?"

Jingwu asked the Tao.

"It's gone."

Several monks shook their heads.

Jingkong squatted down and checked the body, but nothing was found.

This made him sigh silently,

He could not even find out the cause of his death.

Just when he was extremely confused, a voice came from beside him.

"He died after someone took his soul away."

Zhan Wuque's calm path.

With his experience, he just took a look and guessed why this person died.

"Donor, are you saying true?"

Jingkong asked with his head raised.

"I can be sure."

Zhan Wuqi nodded.

"Junior brother, I think you are really confused. You believe whatever others say, but you have no opinion at all."

Jingxin interrupted the road.

"Senior brother, when is it now? Don't make trouble!"

Jingkong's tone was a little impatient.

Before the presidency left, he deliberately passed the position of presidency to Jingkong, which also aroused opposition from some people, among which Jingxin is the representative of opposition.

Because he always thinks that he is the best candidate for the next host.

The relationship between the two began to become stiff at this point, and the position of hosting has been vacant until today.

"Jingkong, are you talking to your senior brother like this?"

Jingxin snorted coldly.

"Enough Junior Brother, you don't even look at what occasion this is. Could it be that you must tell me the difference?"

An old monk scolded him.

Jingxin snorted coldly and retreated aside.

Zhan Wuque had carefully examined the body at this time.

"The murderer's technique is very skillful. Zhan Wuque opened the eyelids of the deceased, and then everyone found that there was a black "卍" character on the inside of the eyelids.

"This is……"

Jingkong was stunned, and then his face turned gloomy.

"Black Soul Temple! It was definitely done by people from Black Soul Temple, damn it!!"

Not only Jingkong, but other monks also showed hatred in their eyes.

"Black Soul Temple?"

Zhan Wuque's eyes showed a trace of doubt.

"The donor may not know that this Black Soul Temple has a long history. In terms of age, before the establishment of my Xiaoming Temple, the Black Soul Temple worshipped the evil Buddha, which is located in the east of the Lingling. It has always been opposite to the Xiaoming Temple in the west of my Lingling, and is incompatible with water and fire."

Jingwu explained aside.

"But because the distance between the two places in the west and east of the ridge is quite far apart, our temples have always been in a good way without damaging the river. Unexpectedly, this time the Black Soul Temple dared to make trouble before the Buddha statues of this temple are consecrated!"

Speaking of this, all the monks in Xiaoming Temple were angry.

The Buddha statue is consecrated, but not always can be opened.

Days and time are very important.

If you delay, you can only wait for the next time, and the delay may be decades or even hundreds of years.

The key is that if the consecration ceremony is not held on the set date, it will be a great disrespect to the Buddha statue.

"When the host was still there, Black Soul Temple never dared to step into the west side of the ridge. The host had only left for more than two months. Black Soul Temple had already come to the door and wanted to destroy the Buddha statue and consecrate the consecration ceremony. His heart could be killed, and the temple should be destroyed!"

Jingkong was furious.

A trace of cold murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Although he is a monk, Xiaoming Temple worships the King of Modified Ming.

The King of Ming Dynasty is the leader of the five Kings of Ming Dynasty. He exorcises demons and evil spirits and kills decisively. He is not the kind of monk who just recites scriptures and saves others.

The Black Soul Temple itself worships the evil Buddha, but now it is coming to the door again. Not only does it attempt to destroy the consecration ceremony, but it also captures more than a dozen monks. Now it is probably all unexpected.

How can you not avenge such a great revenge?

"Uncle Master, two more corpses were found in the cave over there!"

A young monk holding a wooden stick ran over and said.

"Come and take a look!"

Jingkong ordered a few people to stay and take the body back. The others immediately followed the monk who had just reported the message to the cave mentioned just now.

The cave was pitch black, and a headless corpse of a black bear lies not far away.

Obviously, the former owner of the cave was this black bear, but he was later killed and threw it at the entrance of the cave.

Everyone came to the cave, where Zhan Wuque saw two and a half-living zombies.

Why is it said to be a semi-living zombie? Because this is a failed product in refining zombies.

"This technique...!"

Zhan Wuque's face slightly sank.

He pinched the skin of the dead body with his hands.

It is cold and biting, hard as cowhide, and has a faint and slight and strange smell.

"But the donor saw what?"

Jingkong asked quickly.

Although Zhan Wuque seems to be younger than everyone present, Jingkong dares not underestimate the slightest.

Zhan Wuque has proved himself just now, and his experience is far more than anyone can compare with.

"Master Jingkong, why not take a closer look at it if you are familiar with it."

Zhan Wuque replied.

The others couldn't help but look at Jingkong.

Jingkong placed the two monk corpses shoulder to shoulder together, and after careful examination, his face became more and more strange.

In the end, he seemed to think of something, and stood up with a "wow".

"I remembered that the aura on them was somewhat similar to the living zombie killed outside Pingding City!"

Jingkong's eyes showed shock and grief.

"Senior brother, can you say it more in detail?"

Jingwu hurriedly said.

Jingkong did not hide it and told him that the last time he joined forces with Zhan Wuque to kill Wei Dong.

"You mean, they have been refined into zombies?"

The monks looked ugly.
To be continued...