Daor Hou ran in front, and the zombies behind him kept chasing him. If the old Taoist hadn't been flexible, he would have been almost caught several times.

Seeing this, Zhou Bai was not in a hurry to chase the ghosts. He looked up at the surrounding walls, and jumped onto the beam with both feet.

"Zhou Bai, are you going to cheat me again?!!"

Hou Daoren was panicked, and the zombies behind him were chasing him tighter and tighter, and he was about to die.

At this moment, there was a clanging sound.

A hole about one meter suddenly appeared on one wall, and the sun shone in through it, and most of the room was shrouded in it.

This hole was naturally cut out by Zhou Bai's butcher knife. The space inside the room was small and not suitable for fighting. He knew how to adapt and directly led the sunlight in.

The zombies were directly exposed to the sunlight, and with the Yang Fire Array arranged by Wen Meng, the blood and flesh of the ghost were like butter on a frying pan, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Bai naturally would not let go of such a chance to finish the attack. He jumped down from the beam of the room, and the butcher's knife turned into a cold light in the air.

This time the blade encountered no obstacle. A huge head soared into the sky, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping. The zombie stared at the boss's eyes and died with his eyes open.

Zhou Bai was satisfied. The goal of this trip was achieved. Although he only earned 1 point, he accumulated a lot of points. I believe that he would soon save the points needed for the demonic martial arts.

Hou Daoren survived death and was frightened to death. He collapsed directly to the ground, panting heavily. The zombie's saliva was about to drip on him just now, but life and death were just a slight slightest.

Zhou Bai, who was standing beside him, put away the butcher knife and suddenly remembered the ghost's whisper. Although the sound was not loud, he could hear it clearly.

"Master Hou, you should have heard what the zombie said before."

Daoren Hou came back to his senses, stunned for a moment and replied, "It seems like he is talking about something?"

The two looked at each other, and at this time they felt that there was no movement in the room, Wen Meng also walked in.

Seeing Zhou Bai and the others' expressions inexplicably, he couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Have you noticed anything?"

"I heard the whisper of zombies. Is this kind of ghost smart?" Zhou Bai asked in a deep voice.

"How is it possible? Even the wisdom of the green zombie is like a wild beast." Hou Daoren shook his head, but his tone seemed unconfident. In Panshan Temple, he simply subverted his understanding of ghosts.

"Are you sure you heard the zombie talking?"

"It mentioned silver and money." Zhou Bai thought carefully, the sound made by the zombie was a little blurry, and he only heard a rough idea.

Wen Meng fell into deep thought and said after a moment: "This zombie is contrary to common sense. The process from living to death and then turning into a ghost is too short. It may be because it is affected by the memory before life."

"Don't worry about so many things. Anyway, the mess in Panshan Temple should be left to the government to clean up." Dao Ren Hou urged. He always felt that it was strange to stay here. If he continued to procrastinate, it would be difficult to spend the night in the temple.

"Well, go and check the Feng Shui in the backyard and prepare to leave." Wen Meng nodded and took the two of them to the backyard of Panshan Temple.

After turning around the path, they soon arrived in front of an open space, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, with pleasant scenery, but unfortunately they were used as a cemetery by Panshan Temple.

Looking around, there was no trace of yin energy nearby in Zhou Bai's eyes.

And even if he is an outsider, he seems to have no trees to block this place and the sunlight can shine all year round, which seems to be a formation of any yin vein.

Daoren Hou said a light eh, and looked carefully twice, then shook his head: "Don't look, there is no Yin vein in this place. It is located in the mountains in the winter and the water in the west. The feng shui is excellent. People who can choose to build temples here are of some level."

Panshan Temple was rebuilt by Monk Sanhuo, so it is natural that its cultivation level is not to be said. It is possible to kill the King of Nanshan so easily and put it in the Ming Dianshi, at least it is a true body.

I just don’t know what would happen when he returned to Hangdu from Xuzhou and saw that Panshan Temple he founded was destroyed.

There was no abnormality in Feng Shui, so the few people were not prepared to keep more. After burning the zombies to ashes with fire, they headed towards the bottom of the mountain.

The remains of the monks will naturally be handled by the government. If there are family members, they will be claimed. If there are no family members, they will be burned in the near future to prevent the plague.

Their feet were not slow and they just returned to the county government in Hangzhou when the sun was setting.

Captain Sun had been waiting for it for a long time, and two yamen runners were next to him, erecting a monk with a dull face.

The monk was not old, his body was covered with dirt and his eyes were red. He seemed to have not been asleep for several days, and his mouth was filled with a nervous smirk.

"Hehe um...he...don't kill me..."

Zhou Bai thought about it and quickly stepped forward to put the monk flat on the ground. Seeing that his spirit was already tense, he punched a knife on his neck to make him faint.

Wen Meng took out a bottle of elixir on the side and swallowed it with the water he carried.

"Where did this monk come from?"

"I found it near the county government, and I'm a little crazy, just talking nonsense."

Captain Sun said that he had been busy with Panshan Temple in the past few days and sent a large number of people to find the surviving monk.

Wen Meng nodded slightly: "Take it to the guest room first."

"yes."

Seeing this, the yamen runner immediately carried the monk towards the guest room, and did not dare to be too fast.

Zhou Bai and his friends thought Panshan Temple was a bit strange, so they naturally didn't want to let go of clues.

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The streets were crowded with people, and an old beggar covered in rotten sores died on the street, attracting several people to watch, but soon disperse.

The common sense of birth, old age, sickness and death is common. Residents nearby have long been accustomed to it. Things like this will happen every few days.

Cheng Hu was setting up a stall on the side. Although he was doing some small business, his life was far less comfortable than before.

Most of the people in Hangzhou City recognize these sluts, so naturally there is no business to come. After a few days, my wallet was empty and my stomach became empty.

Depressed, Cheng Hu also got up next to the old beggar and kicked the corpse hard: "I told you to get in the way and affect my business..."

The old beggar's body shook violently, his tightly held palm loosened, and a piece of silver stained with blood fell out.

Cheng Hu was stunned and immediately picked up the money on the ground. Such an ill-gotten fortune immediately felt greed in his heart.

He didn't even care about the stall, and just wanted to find a place where no one was, and he took a good look at the money.

The people at the stall next to him had already noticed Cheng Hu's strangeness, and they were all gangsters who were eating oil and water together.

These people looked at each other with big and thick eyes, swallowed each other, and chased Cheng Hu at the position.
Chapter completed!