Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 588: What a Big Smoke Bomb
Listening to the two unfathomable practitioners' pleas for mercy, Chu Xian's beautiful eyes flickered with excitement. She was so proud of her master!

Seeing that there was no danger, Yang Xiaocong could not help but jump out from a distance. He shouted loudly: "You two guys keep saying that you are the descendants of Master Jianzhen. In the past few hundred years, have you ever gone to the temple where the master became a monk in China to recognize your ancestors?"

"No." Kong Jianshen looked embarrassed and lowered his head even more.

"It's not that we don't want to, it's that the Chinese side doesn't recognize us." Kong Jianyuan's voice was as small as a mosquito and extremely embarrassing, but at least everyone present could hear it.

To be honest, if they recognize each other, they definitely want to. If they do, they will get a complete method of cultivation. The benefits are huge, and it’s just a matter of being humble. Why don’t they recognize each other?
This can be seen from the brothers' Dharma names.

But the Chinese temples looked down on them.
Ye Qing said calmly: "I know you are carrying divine weapons. Hand them over and I will spare your lives."

The two monks were stunned when they heard this, and then Kong Jianshen asked tentatively: "Master Ye Qing, is there any room for change in this matter?"

"No." Ye Qing answered sparingly.

At this time, his expression was so indifferent that he did not seem ordinary. He was more like the incarnation of rules that transcended all living things. There was only will in his eyes, without the slightest bit of humanity.

After a while, Kong Jianyuan said with difficulty, "Sir, if my brothers and I hand over the artifact, can you go to the Huaxia Temple to intercede for us and let us return to the main sect?"

"That's a matter between you monks. What does it have to do with me?" Ye Qing said calmly.

After these words were spoken, not only Yang Xiaocong and others, but even Chu Xian couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

China is a country of etiquette and respect that values ​​reputation. Even though the two Japanese monks in front of them had done something wrong, at least they were still loyal to the Chinese heritage. Their expressions of willingness to recognize their ancestors did not seem fake.

Even if the Chinese temples looked down on these two wild monks from the barbarian land, this matter was still an internal matter of the monks in the Chinese temples. Ye Shen's unreasonable behavior would probably hurt the hearts of those who admired his Chinese friends.
Anyway, Ye Qing’s attitude now is.

The artifact must be offered.

This help is impossible.

Don't offer the artifact to him?
Just die.

The two Japanese monks' breathing gradually became heavier, and they looked disgruntled. They must be getting angrier and angrier.

Kong Jianyuan stopped bowing and stood up angrily, "We are at least half-disciples of Master Jianzhen. This is a barbaric land of Japan, where the weak are preyed upon by the strong and ghosts are rampant. If our Buddhist temples lose their sacred artifacts, we will become meat in the mouths of others and we will definitely not be able to survive!"

Kong Jianyuan also roared: "We have lost the protection of the artifact and cut off our brothers' hope of returning to the clan. This is tantamount to forcing us to die! We will die anyway, so we might as well fight with you, such an arrogant guy!"

"Yes, fight him!" Kong Jianshen roared.

These two monks could never be Ye Qing's opponents. Unfortunately, they had no way out at this time and could only fight with their backs against the wall.

Kong Jianshen took out a prayer wheel, on which was carved a ghostly woman's head. This artifact was called the Ghost Mother Prayer Wheel, and it was a treasure inherited from the Big Buddha Temple.

Kong Jianyuan took off the rosary hanging around his neck. Strangely enough, the rosary was just an ordinary one before, but once he took it off, it immediately became cold and the hideous image of a little ghost could be seen on each bead.

His magic weapon is called Devil's Rosary, and it is the heirloom of the Small Buddhist Temple.

The Ghost Mother's artifact plus the Ghost's artifact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they are magic weapons from ancient ghost cultivators, and no one knows how many lives have been taken from them.

Chu Xian was a cultivator after all. When he saw the two artifacts, he was surprised and shouted, "So your temple artifacts are such evil things. No wonder China doesn't allow you to return to your roots!"

"Humph, since five hundred years ago, our Buddhist temples have been willing to turn over a new leaf, but the Chinese main lineage won't give us a chance. If we give up the two artifacts, all of our disciples will die!" Kong Jianshen retorted angrily. Kong Jianyuan even yelled, "Brother, why are you still arguing with them? Go ahead!"

"Okay, let's fight them!"

While Kong Jianshen was speaking, he put the ghost mother's prayer wheel and the ghost rosary in his brother's hand together.

Suddenly, large patches of ghostly aura quickly spread out like thick morning fog.

In just a blink of an eye or two, most of the shrine was covered!
The thick fog was so eerie and cold that even the early summer sun could not shine through. Although Chu Xian had some skills, he could only see within a range of one meter.

As for Yang Xiaocong and the other three ordinary people, they didn't even dare to open their eyes, because as soon as they opened them, it would be as if there were little ghosts holding ice spikes, which would immediately and viciously stab towards their eyes!

Ye Qing calmly stretched out his hand and waved away the cold fog in the sky, which immediately dissipated.

At this point, the total time that had passed from the occurrence of the thick fog to its complete dissipation was less than two seconds.

However, there was no trace of any figure at the place where the two monks Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan had stood just now.

Even in the entire shrine, there was no trace of them.

Yang Xiaocong was a smart guy, and he immediately yelled, "Fuck, these two bald guys kept saying they were going to fight to the death, but they turned out to be so cunning that they just released a smoke bomb and ran away!"

Chu Xian also stood there in shock. The resentment and life situations in the expressions of the two monks just now were definitely not fake, but this result made her completely unable to react.

"They can't escape." Ye Qing said lightly, and then walked out of the shrine calmly.

From what this person said, Yang Xiaocong thought she wanted to chase after him immediately, but his attitude of chasing after him was too frivolous.

Shouldn't you run?

According to Ye Shen's strength, Yang Xiaocong even imagined that it must be a cannonball fired from a gun, whistling away, destroying and razing all the buildings along the way. That should be the domineering style of Ye Shen.

But now, walking slowly, is this a leisurely mood to walk the dog, cat, or bird?

But in the next second, Yang Xiaocong's eyes widened in surprise.

Because, every slow step Ye Shen took actually exceeded a hundred meters!

It was as if the earth automatically shortened under his feet!
"what!"

Yang Xiaocong screamed in surprise, and immediately shouted excitedly: "I know this kind of great magical power! It's the shrinking of the earth into an inch in the mythology, it's shrinking the earth into an inch!"

When he exclaimed, Chu Xian had already chased out. His figure was as fast as a clear wave and was definitely not slower than the world sprint champion.

Yang Xiaocong's companion has carried back the camera.

"Let's go, we'll chase them too!"

(End of this chapter)