Since reaching the fifth level.
The speed of true qi recovery had been greatly accelerated, and in a short time, his face had gradually regained its rosy colour.
The people inside the mutton hall seemed to be still in shock, each one at a loss for words.
When Qin Hai opened his eyes, they again shrank in horror.
“I’m not not that old monk, what are you guys afraid of?” Qin Dahai rolled his eyes, and then took out a cheque and flung it on the counter, saying, “Don’t call the police, this money is for the damage to your shop, as for these corpses someone will come to deal with them later, don’t say a word more and don’t ask more questions.”
“Yes, yes.”
The owner of that mutton restaurant was busy answering.
Qin Dahai smiled, and then slowly left the place.
He looked at the black dots hovering in the night sky, and a light flashed in Qin Hai’s eyes, then he headed for the location where the dots were hovering, which was to the east of the rope bridge, within the three mountains of the Broken Vein.
The terrain within the three mountains is very complex, especially at this time of winter, the ground is covered with a layer of heavy dead branches and leaves, so there is a path leading straight to the interior, this path is crowded with people during the day, mostly tourists, and at the end of the path is the depth of the three mountains of the Broken Vein, a temple with ancient sounds and colours.
However, in this deep ancient temple, there are constant grim sounds of death and death.
It was clearly the sound of the heart of the dead.
It was accompanied by a murmur of voices.
The corners of Qin Hai’s mouth lifted, and with a point of his toes, his whole body climbed like a deft cat to a building on the outskirts of the temple, and his whole body lay on top of the tiled roof, with the natural camouflage of the night, and he held his breath again so that he would not be noticed, before looking inside the temple.
At this moment in the courtyard in front of the temple’s main hall.
The monks were standing around, about three or four of them tugging on one, and their faces were red, so they were using all their strength.
Jueqing stood in front of the main hall.
A look of compa*sion was on his face.
With his hands joined in front of him, he said, “Dui Xin, your demonic thoughts are deep, when will you wake up?”
“All of you are my obsessive mind demons, if I don’t get rid of them, I won’t be able to find Buddha for the rest of my life!” Gao Xin roared furiously.
The tighter he was locked.
The darkness on his face grew thicker and thicker, and his fierce aura made the dozen or so monks who were pulling the chains shiver from their hearts, just because they did not expect that the usually most compa*sionate Daxin would be so terrifying when he became angry, and his eyes were so red that he was afraid that he had killed many people.
“Qin Dahai’s one word has brought you to the devil, have you ever done justice to those disciples you killed?” Jue Qing bellowed.
Daxin roared, “Deceive the demons of your mind and get rid of them!”
Jueqing’s face did not change.
And beside him was a slightly chubby monk with a face full of gloom and doom, saying, “Senior Brother? What is going on?”
Jue Qing sighed slightly and said, “Alas, Nying Xin was devoted to the Buddha, but he was compelled by Qin Hai to become a demon and caused the deaths of the disciples I brought with me.
“Brother, that Qin Hai is too cunning!”
The fat monk gritted his teeth and said.
But there were more than a few moments of disdain and contempt in his eyes.
I don’t know whether it was to Qin Hai or to Jue Qing beside him.
“Master and nephew Dexin has become a demon, I think it is better to get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise he will definitely be a scourge.” A poisonous look flashed in this fat monk’s eyes as he said in a conspiratorial manner.
Jueqing, however, shook his head.
If he used it properly, it would be a great fighting force for the Wushang Clan and would make up for the loss of the men he had killed this time.
It was just that.
He looked at the maniacal Haoxin in front of him.
Jueqing had a bit of a headache.
He really could not figure out how that beast Qin Hai had compelled Zhi Xin, who had always been strong-minded, to this point.
“After all, Yexin is the best of the WuXiang Sect, if I really kill him, how can I live up to his master?” Jue Qing shook his head and said, “It’s just that Dexin is deeply into the demon, so he should be watched closely and must not be allowed to fall into innocence.”
The fat monk said hesitantly, “That is true, but this Qin Hai has always been cunning, and since he has harmed Xin’s nephew, I am afraid he will not stop so easily.”
“Senior brother is worrying too much, he has come and he cannot leave.” Jue Qing said in a lofty and inscrutable voice.
A playful smile surfaced on the fat monk’s face, “Senior brother is right.”
He had just finished speaking.
Qin Hai, who was lying on the roof of the side hall, felt a chill of hairs explode behind him, as if countless people were staring at him. He leapt up without thinking, then sprinted out with a quick acceleration, and the very next second he escaped, the roof he was hiding on suddenly burst open with a boom, and the tiles collapsed with a clatter of dust.
“That was close!”
At that moment with the roof of that temple hall, Qin Hai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
At that ruin, a grim-faced man holding a fine steel lance was looking at himself in an unkind manner.
“Mr. Qin, since you’re here, aren’t you going to come down for a cup of tea? People are very curious about you.”
A playful, shrill voice rang out.
Qin Hai followed the voice and saw a man dressed in fancy clothes and walking with a catwalk appearing slowly in the middle of the temple compound, and from a long distance Qin Hai could smell his strong perfume.
“I’ll go.”
Qin Hai cursed.
This man was dressed in fancy clothes, but his face was painted with daughter’s make-up, if not for the throat knot rolling at the throat, one would really think this guy was a P***y.
The fancy man covered his mouth and laughed, and threw a wink at Qin Dahai.
The fat monk had goose bumps all over his skin.
“Stop it.”
Qin Hai shivered twice and said, “You’d better stop laughing, it’s hard for me when you laugh.”
“Mr. Qin is really good at joking.”
The man said delicately, “I am sincerely inviting you to drink a cup of fine dragon well.”
Said the man.
Two strong men came forward with a tea set, and a faint fragrance wafted from the teapot. It can’t be?”
“Don’t bullSh*t!”
The fat monk bellowed and said angrily, “How dare you talk nonsense when you are at the end of your life!”
Qin Hai raised his eyebrows.
Jue Qing also folded his hands and chanted the Buddha’s hymn even faster.
The fancy man burst out covering his mouth and giggling, not caring about the irony of it, and instead threw a wink at the fat monk.
The crowd was shocked.
The fat monk’s face turned red.
