Deep in Black Stone Forest, the night was so solemn that it could not be dissolved. Only the hill where Pure Land Temple was located was brightly lit.
There was a turbid oil smoke in this lamp, which was produced by burning Flood Dragon Horse fat mixed with cheap Bewitching Incense.
The two stone lions in front of the temple had half of their heads cut off by someone unknown, and the fractures were covered with dark red moss. From a distance, they looked like throats oozing blood.
Inside the hall, the air was thick and hot.
The huge Bronze Cauldron was leaning on one side of the porch. What was burning inside was not Sandalwood Incense, but the spirit mixed with Ox Marrow. The rising mist made the beams black.
Dozens of monks who were supposed to be practicing meditation were leaning on futons, their robes were scattered, and what they were holding in their hands was not Prayer Beads, but a wine bowl inlaid with gold and jade.
In the center of the hall, a three-foot-square White Jade Bed became the center of attention.
Meat Futon's huge body occupies half of the jade bed.
His fat body glowed with oil under the dim firelight, and was piled up in layers.
He half-squinted his slit eyes that were almost sunken into the folds of the flesh, holding the whole roasted lamb leg with one big fat hand, biting it with his teeth, and oil dripped down his chin into the loose collar of his cassock.
This Monk's real name is Huiming, and he was originally an unknown pyrotechnic monk subordinate to Western Desert Great Thunderclap Temple.
Ten years ago, he stole half a volume of partial martial arts, escaped into this Black Stone Forest, and gathered a group of desperadoes by killing people and selling goods.
When Kongji was in office, he still kept his tail between his legs. Every month, 70% of the Red Goods he collected would be sent to Holy City.
Now that the news of Kongji's death has spread throughout Gobi, the last shackles in his heart have also broken.
"Old Ancestor is dead, the sky has fallen, and our Black Stone Forest has become a good place." Meat Futon threw the bones away, wiped his hands on a girl, and smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, "I used to have to pay tribute to those serious bald donkeys, but now it's fine, it's all ours."
At the bottom, a middle-aged monk with Rakshasa Ghost Mask tattooed on his forehead raised his wine glass, his face full of flattery. This person's nickname is Poison Heart, the most sinister. At this time, he smiled so hard that the folds on his face trembled, "Host! This Western Desert is a world for the strong. Then Fang Mo Even if E kills Kongji, both sides will lose. In terms of cultivation within this five hundred miles radius, who can match Overlord Realm who presided over Half-step Meridian Opening? Let's just be happy here, and when the situation is settled, it's not too late to go out again!"
"Hahahaha, you're right! This Black Stone Forest is my back garden!"
Amid the wild laughter, no one noticed that a wisp of red smoke, only as thick as silk, slid in quietly along the gap between the cornices at the top of the hall.
The red smoke condensed on the beam, turning into a small man only as big as a palm. Jie Se lay on the beam, looking at the group of ugly fellows below, with a flash of disdain in his eyes.
Jie Se was hiding in the shadow of the dark beams. Now his figure had shrunk to the size of a hand, and his whole person looked ethereal and light. Even though there was only a trace of his soul left, the contempt in his eyes was still clearly visible. He glanced sideways at the group of monks feasting below him, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he smelled a disgusting mixture of lust.
"A bunch of tasteless bumpkins." Jie Se muttered, "You're not afraid of getting sick if you play so dirty."
He stretched out his finger and tapped it gently downward.
That is not an attack, but a very clever Divine Soul hint. Joyful Zen cultivates desire and controls the heart. Even if there is only a trace of the residual soul left, Jie Se's accomplishments in this area are enough to outshine these chickens and dogs.
A little red light fell silently into the huge incense burner in the center of the hall.
The originally lingering Bewitching Incense suddenly changed its smell. In that sweet smell, there was a hint of blood and mania.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed.
The eyes of those monks who were still teasing gradually became Crimson. When they looked at their companions and the dancers, the desires in their eyes began to distort, turning into naked murderous intent and violence.
"This wine... why does it smell weird?" A monk suddenly dropped his cup, pulled out Precept Blade, and pointed at the person next to him, "Is it you? You want to harm me? You want to steal my cauldron?!"
"Are you crazy?" The person next to him was enraged and also drew his sword at him.
"Kill! Kill you all! This Pure Land Temple is mine!"
Chaos spread like a plague. In just ten breaths, Blissful Feast, who was still pushing cups and changing cups, instantly turned into a slaughterhouse of cannibalism. Swords and swords flashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, screams and ferocious laughter intertwined, piercing the night sky of Black Stone Forest.
Meat Futon sat on the high platform, looking at the chaos below, his face trembling with fat. Although he was promiscuous, he had the cultivation level of Half-step Meridian Opening, and he immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Who?!"
Meat Futon roared like thunder, causing the tiles on the top of the hall to fall.
He slapped White Jade Bed suddenly, and his whole body jumped into the air, and his fat body exploded at an astonishing speed. A pair of big hands, glowing with oily golden light, grabbed hard at the red spot on the beam.
"Which friend is making such a joke with a poor monk? Get out of here!"
"Oh, I've been discovered."
Jie Se made a Ghost Face with a playful smile, and his figure dispersed, turning into red smoke and dissipating.
Meat Futon missed the opportunity and was about to pursue him when a terrifying chill that made the hair on his body stand up suddenly came from Main Gate in the main hall.
Boom!
The two heavy Rosewood doors and the door frames were smashed to pieces by an incomparable force. Countless sawdust shot out like Hidden Weapons, instantly smashing several fighting monks near the door into sieves.
Amidst the billowing smoke, a figure like an iron tower walked in.
Iron Bull's upper body was naked, and the bronze muscles were covered with ferocious scars. He dragged the huge Flood Dragon Horse leg bone in his hand and plowed deep ravines on the ground. He did not speak, but walked towards the center of the hall step by step, each step making the ground tremble slightly.
"Body Cultivator? Where did this wild dog come from? How dare you break into me Pure Land Temple!"
Meat Futon had a fierce light in his eyes. He could see that this man's energy and blood were drained, and he was obviously injured.
"Wild dog?"
A cold voice sounded behind Iron Bull.
Fang Mo walked out of the smoke and dust. He did not hold a knife in his hand, but was just playing with the string of Human Bone Prayer Beads. The broken Black Robe looked particularly cold against the bloody smell in the palace.
He raised his head and stared at Meat Futon in mid-air with his deep eyes, as if he were looking at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'm here to collect the bill."
Fang Mo's eyes swept across the audience, and finally landed on Meat Futon's fat head.
"Pure Land Temple, secretly hiding Imperial Court, filthy and messy Buddhism, the crime should be... Lingchi."