Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Outside the gate, Afu shouted angrily at Jackie Chan, who was also fleeing ahead, his voice filled with anger and confusion.

His eyes held a mixture of anger and confusion, like a burning flame intertwined with a bewildering fog.

He had a shallow wound on his arm.

It was only the size of a fingernail, but it sent a strange, sharp pain through me, as if countless tiny needles were constantly pricking the wound.

It was like a maggot clinging to the bone, constantly hovering around the wound, making it unbearable.

The pain, like the whispers of a demon, relentlessly eroded his will.

"I do not know either!"

Jackie Chan was running for his life. He was having such a bad day. He had only come to find a bracelet from the Siwa Temple, but he had encountered so many unexpected events and one misfortune after another.

They were on the run the whole way, flying from one place to another, and the plane even crashed during an emergency landing!

His heart was filled with helplessness and exhaustion, like a traveler struggling in the mire of fate, with no end in sight.

"Hand over the bracelet right now!"

Despite the pain in his arm, Ah Fu remained steadfast in his pursuit of Jackie Chan, even with a dozen mysterious figures chasing after him. His steps were firm and unwavering.

His eyes shone with unwavering determination, like an inextinguishable star shining in the darkness.

"You'd better run!"

"A mouse navigates a maze!"

Jackie Chan dodged left and right, his movements as fluid as a mouse frantically fleeing through a maze within the complex passageways of this ancient building.

With a keen sense of danger and agile skills, they move through narrow corridors, corners and rooms.

He sometimes crouched low and moved stealthily, like a ghost in the night.

Sometimes it leaps and bounds, like a nimble squirrel.

Every turn, every acceleration, feels like searching for a glimmer of hope and a way out in this enormous maze.

However, the road ahead was still full of unknowns and dangers, as if an invisible net was gradually tightening around him.

And he was the prey caught in that net, struggling to survive in despair.

......

The moonlight, like a ribbon, poured down on the world as if the Milky Way had burst its banks, enveloping the entire world in a dreamlike silvery-white glow.

The cool, clear light, like fine silk threads, spread delicately and evenly across the earth, as if it were a beautiful painting meticulously crafted by nature, the magical artist.

Within the bamboo grove, the moonlight was soft and gentle, like clear, still water, ethereal and tranquil.

Each bamboo leaf seems to have been meticulously sculpted by moonlight, with a faint silver halo shimmering at its edges. As a gentle breeze blows, the bamboo shadows sway, as if performing a silent and elegant dance.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows that resembled scattered gold dust on the ground.

With the rhythm of the wind, it shimmers and changes, like a dream, like reality, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland, so intoxicated that they lose their way home.

Jiang Shinian stood there quietly, like an ancient and majestic statue, his figure stretched long in the moonlight.

His gaze fell on the bald man in front of him, his eyes revealing a hint of scrutiny and curiosity.

"Judging from your clothes and appearance, which ancient temple do you belong to as a monk?"

Chapter 160 Lotus Temple

Its voice was hoarse and deep, like the soft cry of an owl, or like the ancient bell slowly echoing in the long river of time.

Each note carries endless vicissitudes and mystery, drifting gently through the desolate bamboo forest.

Startled, several night birds perched on the branches fluttered their wings and flew into the deeper darkness, leaving only white feathers to fall, like tiny sprites in this tranquil world.

Before him, a strange red bonfire floated in the air, burning silently without any fuel.

The flame resembled a mysterious ruby, radiating an eerie and captivating light, without the slightest crackling sound a flame should make, like a celestial flame transcending the mortal world.

Standing silently and serenely, it stretches across the void, forming a striking and unique contrast with the surrounding tranquil bamboo forest.

It's like an elf from another world, quietly guarding this mysterious space, or perhaps telling an ancient story unknown to anyone.

Jiang Shinian was focused on roasting a whole lamb. The fat dripped onto the flames, but it didn't cause a ripple. It was as if it was silently swallowed by the flames, turning into wisps of light smoke that rose and drifted among the bamboo forest, adding a touch of smoky flavor to the cool moonlit night.

Meanwhile, his gaze kept drifting towards the monk who was surrounded by shadowy ninjas not far away.

This monk was thin, but his head was enormous, which made him look quite strange.

He was like a nail, mercilessly nailed to this bamboo forest by fate.

At this moment, he was completely surrounded by shadowy ninjas, who were like black sculptures, exuding a chilling aura.

The monk was tightly bound to the spot by the tough bamboo. He struggled with his hands, his veins bulging, writhing like small snakes under his skin, but to no avail, unable to move an inch.

The binding technique was exquisite; the bamboo segments were connected so tightly that they resembled shackles crafted by nature itself.

When Jiang Shinian saw it, he couldn't help but secretly admire its ingenuity. He never expected that the Shadow Ninja would have such skills. It was truly a place where many talented people emerged and hidden talents abounded.

The bamboo forest seemed to have become a huge stage, and they were the main characters on the stage, performing a silent yet tense drama.

"……Yes."

The monk struggled for a long time, but to no avail, and could only respond in frustration.

However, his eyes darted around, and he immediately said:

"You must be an ancient and noble demon? Though I am but an ascetic in an ordinary temple, I yearn for the demonic age, a time when the world was at peace and everyone was oppressed..."

"I mean, they're all living their lives smoothly. I wish I could live back then. Modern technology is so annoying. I hate those noisy, high-tech products!"

The man who called himself an ascetic had a look of longing on his face, and his eyes sparkled with yearning and nostalgia for the past.

His face was exceptionally clear in the moonlight, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were like dewdrops on grass in the morning, crystal clear and reflecting a faint light.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at the dragon-shaped demon whose eyes were fixed solely on the roasted whole lamb.

The demon's figure seemed familiar, and it shone with golden light, as if it had been recorded in some ancient book...

His mind was in turmoil, countless thoughts flashing through his head as he tried to dig out a clue about this demon from the depths of his memory.

However, all their efforts were in vain, leaving them only with a heart full of doubt and unease.

After pondering for a moment, seeing that the demon completely ignored his words, the ascetic turned his gaze to the black shadow soldiers with bloodshot eyes around him.

He could not sense any life force from these creatures, which suggested that these ninjas were probably people who had passed away long ago, awakened and reborn by evil magic, and transformed into this form.

Or perhaps they were some kind of demon or evil spirit, controlled by this more ancient and mysterious demon, and made its subordinates.

Their figures appeared even more sinister and terrifying in the moonlight, like ghosts crawling out of the depths of hell, ready to devour any life that dared to approach.

Looking at this creature brimming with evil, the ascetic monk, weathered by life's hardships, knew that if he could not make this evil dragon repent today, he would likely never see the brilliant sunrise this morning.

And this bamboo forest will likely grow even more lush and robust thanks to the nourishment he provides.

A deep despair welled up in his heart, like a drowning person struggling in a dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of hope.

Thinking of this, his face twitched slightly. He then stole another glance at the devil who was sprinkling seasoning on the roast lamb, paused briefly, and then said:

"My lord, I am very willing to serve you, but since you have captured me here, I wonder what troubles you want me to help you resolve?"

This ascetic monk possessed remarkable mental fortitude; he forced a fawning smile onto his face, a smile as strained and stiff as a withered flower in winter.

Although his body was bound, he still tried his best to save his own life.

His eyes revealed a hint of cunning and helplessness, like a fox trapped in a cage, who, though deprived of freedom, was still trying to find a chance to escape.

"Aww"

Jiang Shi Nian swallowed the whole roasted lamb in one gulp, smacking his lips. The sound was particularly loud in the quiet bamboo forest, like a thunderclap breaking the tranquility of the world.

Then his gaze fell on the bald monk.

"Tell me, what are you doing in this deserted forest on such a dark and windy night?"

"...Lotus Temple."

The ascetic remained silent for a moment before finally revealing his true purpose.

“There are ancient lost scriptures in Lotus Temple, as well as many ancient books that record the secrets of time. As a wandering ascetic, I have heard about these stories before, so I wanted to try my luck here to see if I could find that lost ancient temple.”

The monk embellished his purpose slightly and explained it in detail.

Everything he said was true. He had indeed left Lotus Temple and was now wandering around. He had also heard the story of Lotus Temple long ago, when he was still in the temple.

As for the idea of ​​trying one's luck, it's not an exaggeration. In this lush, vast, and secluded bamboo forest, it's easy to lose one's way. To find an ancient temple that only appears on moonlit nights in this intricate forest, one certainly needs a bit of luck.

This bamboo forest is like a giant maze, with each bamboo stalk acting as a barrier within the maze, concealing countless secrets and dangers.

In this way, even if this demon possesses the elusive and predictable magic of lies, he is powerless against him.

Of course, he only mentioned some scriptures and classics. Such items are certainly extremely precious to ordinary people, but to such a terrifying demon, they are probably as worthless as weeds. This evil dragon must know more unknown magic and secrets.

He was calculating his own gains and losses, like a shrewd businessman weighing the pros and cons.

Chapter 161 Ascetic Monk

As for the even more precious and powerful magical scroll hidden in the Lotus Temple, he would never willingly reveal it.

As long as this demon shows little interest in ordinary magic scrolls, scriptures, and tomes, he will still have a chance to acquire the demon-shaped scroll in the future.

A barely perceptible glint of greed flashed in his eyes, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal blow.

After pondering this, he continued:

"In this ancient temple, the monks of the Lotus Temple once cast a spell on the entire temple to prevent it from being disturbed by others. The temple can only emerge from nothingness on the night of the full moon."

"And outsiders only have this one night to explore the temple. When the sun rises the next day and the sunlight appears, the hidden spell on the temple will activate, causing the entire temple to disappear into the void once more, and..."

The ascetic paused briefly, then said, "Any outsider who fails to leave this temple before dawn will be transformed into a monster guarding the temple by the power of the curse."

"Oh?"

Jiang Shinian's bloodshot eyes swirled with a bloody light, like burning flames or two eerie red stars twinkling in the night sky.

The light revealed a hint of excitement and curiosity, as if a hunter had heard the movement of its prey and was preparing for a thrilling chase.

"Isn't that a coincidence? It's the night of the full moon, right now."