After no distracting thoughts in his heart, Senluo strode forward. An iron-colored skeleton wearing low-level warrior armor was walking forward in the Buddhist temple, and there were mummy-like monks in the house next to him. If anyone could see this scene, it would probably feel indescribable. Along the way, Senluo and Qingshui Ji saw more and more Buddhist monks like mummy-like monks. From one or two at the beginning to the small courtyard where Senluo stepped into, there were sixteen such monks sitting - looking at the monk robes and cassocks on them, they were all monks rather than ordinary monks in front of them.

"There is nothing left... the purity of becoming a Buddha is not at all!" Sen Luo's double tone was extremely solemn. He reached out and pushed open another door. This time, he finally saw the living people. Those were children, probably the ten adopted children in the monastery since childhood, the oldest, the oldest, seemed to be only eight or nine years old, and the youngest might be only five or six years old.

These children were all wearing monk robes and shaved hair. It seemed that they were dressed as a novice monk. When they saw that the door was pushed in, they were actually a skeleton ghost. They screamed and cried, and ran around. "I can't practice at home!" One of the seven or eight years old shouted, then took out a wooden ruler and knocked on his companion. It seemed that the child was quite prestigious. Under his knock, these children formed a formation. Although they were trembling all over, they could finally start chanting the mantra.

Senro looked at the children in front of him with expressionless skeleton face. These children were pure in mind, so although their magic power was low, they were quite effective. Soon the children calmed down. The skeleton warrior spoke, his jawbone opened and closed, and a peaceful and double tone sounded. "Little masters, do you know what happened outside?"

Senro had no interest in killing the children in front of him with a knife. He would not do such a thing at all. I am afraid that only those who fell to the bottom of hell would do this kind of thing. Not only did he not know how to do this, the skeleton warrior also took a step back and retreated directly outside the door, indicating that he had no malice.

The children looked at each other and seemed to have no idea what to do - after all, they were just children. After a while, the child who led the lead said calmly: "I don't know, Master just asked us to close the door and recite scriptures in front of the Buddha." There was a hint of trembling in his words. "Is that... What a good child, keep chanting scriptures. Do you have food here? Maybe you have to stay here for a while, don't starve to death." The skeleton warrior also clasped his tribute and asked kindly.

"Yes, we have." The child replied, Senro shook his skull. It was obvious that these children were still very afraid of him. The guy closed the door and said, "Plug the door latch... don't make such a mistake again." The skeleton warrior sighed. As he expected, these children probably didn't know what was going on. Even if they saw it, they probably might not understand the meaning.

The result is still up to oneself. "How come those children are fine?" Such questions echoed in Senluo's empty skull, but there was no answer. The Buddha's light shone in front of him. If these children had enough food and closed the door, they would probably not have any evil things to attack them. There should be no problem with being safe and sound.

Senluo continued to go inward along the road, but still couldn't see a living person along the way, and he finally saw a mummy who was not a monk. It was in an open space outside a temple, with three mummys wearing farmers' clothes lying on the ground, not in a meditation position. This place is already a Ritakano, and logically speaking, it is impossible for outsiders to enter. Even if it is farming, it must be done by monks or monks.

These three corpses were not quite the same. Although they looked like mummies, when Sen Luo looked carefully, as soon as the bones of his fingers touched the corpses, they immediately began to weather and disintegrate. However, after a few breaths, the corpses turned into something like sand and gravel, and no trace could be seen from it. The clothes were preserved.

Morira tugged these clothes, and there was no trace on them that proved that these people died of external forces. Although the clothes were old, they were quite clean. Although there were cracks, they were basically patched. "I can't tell..." The sarcasm with bones continued to go up the mountain, and there was a mountain of Ritakano Somoto, and maybe there would be living people there.

The Buddhist magic power became increasingly strong. Black mist continued to float from Senluo's bones, and then was neutralized by the Buddha's light. Qingshuiji no longer dared to show her head. Senluo's steps and body did not tremble at all, and he was still walking on the road step by step. Standing in front of the mountain gate, he looked up at the tall door, and then glared at the Vajra Bodhisattva on both sides. The magic power of these two Bodhisattvas was highly condensed. I am afraid that as long as Senluo pushes the door, it will immediately kill with a thunderous blow. "Protect Buddhism, except for all evil demons and heretics?" Senluo recited.

The skeleton warrior clenched the spear in his hand, but then put it aside and slowly pulled out the Five Dynasty Guoguang from his waist. The skeleton's palm touched the hilt of the Five Dynasty Guoguang to the tip of the knife, then turned back again, then inserted the Five Dynasty Guoguang back into the scabbard and stood still. After a moment, Senro stepped forward calmly again, drooped his right hand and held the scabbard at his waist with his left hand.

Senluo's pace was not fast, but it was very steady, moving forward step by step from the middle gate. When he came to the middle gate, he stopped, and then turned around very slowly but carefully. Senluo's left hand never lowered from the scabbard, and his right hand was always hanging above the hilt. Slowly, Senluo turned his back to the mountain gate, and then he began to retreat, step by step, and gradually approached the mountain gate.

Although the skeleton warrior's skeleton eye sockets could not see any abnormalities, his senses could sense that the aura of the two Vajra Bodhisattvas was getting higher and higher, and he locked him firmly. I am afraid that the moment when his back leaned against the mountain gate was the time of a thunder attack.
Chapter completed!