Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 212 The Sound of Wooden Fish in the Dark Night

Everyone was taken aback!

Several of the more timid disciples screamed in terror.

Even Lian Sheng was so shocked that he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ning Yifeng's face turned deathly pale as he stared in disbelief at the bloody human head on the table.

The entire hall suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Xu Can was a disciple at the Star Transformation Realm, yet he vanished without a sound, and his head fell to the ground without a trace? There wasn't even a sound of fighting or any chance to resist?

What terrifying thing is hidden in this great hall?

Wu Lang, who was also at the Star Transformation Realm, moved his lips, seemingly wanting to suggest leaving quickly, but he didn't dare to say it.

Lian Sheng knew that at this moment, he absolutely could not panic.

"Everyone, calm down!"

He gripped his sword tightly, his sharp, wary gaze sweeping across the entire hall. He said in a deep voice, "The fact that they're hiding in the shadows shows they're afraid of us and only dare to launch sneak attacks. As long as we stay together and don't scatter, we have nothing to fear. If we panic and flee, we'll fall into their trap!"

The disciples immediately gathered together and stood close to each other.

Lian Sheng raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue above again. Just as he was carefully observing it, the sound of striking a wooden fish suddenly came from the back hall again.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

The sound was hollow and slow, clear and eerie in the silent night.

Everyone was immediately jolted, their hearts pounding with fear.

They had just come from the back hall, where there was nothing but a few stone statues!

Suddenly, a female disciple said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother Zhang... he's gone..."

Upon hearing this, everyone was even more surprised and turned to look.

Lian Sheng also quickly looked over and found that one of the five disciples of the South Courtyard was indeed missing. The disciple named Zhang Yao had vanished without a trace!

"When did it disappear?"

Wu Lang, who was standing nearby, quickly asked.

The female disciple named Sun Hong trembled and said in a tearful voice, "I...I don't know either..."

Just then, the sound of the wooden fish in the back hall suddenly stopped.

Then, a faint male voice came from the back hall: "Help...help me..."

Everyone remained frozen in place, not moving an inch.

Lian Sheng's face turned pale, his eyes fixed on the door leading to the back hall, which was pitch black inside and he could not see anything.

"Help...help me..."

At that moment, the man's voice came again.

As Lian Sheng hesitated, he suddenly saw a bloody hand emerge from the darkness of the door.

Then, a figure slowly crawled out of the door.

"It's Senior Brother Zhang!"

The female disciple who had just spoken hurriedly replied in a trembling voice.

She was about to go to the rescue, but was stopped by Wu Lang who was standing next to her.

"Help...help me..."

The figure raised its head, its face covered in blood and pain, looking particularly ferocious in the darkness.

"Whoosh!"

Lian Sheng suddenly swung his sword and unleashed a sword beam.

The sword light shot out and illuminated the darkness ahead. Only then did everyone see that the figure was trailing a long, jet-black tail!

Instead of being alarmed, Lian Sheng was enraged and charged forward with his sword. With a swift movement, a blinding sword light appeared.

The figure lying on the ground opened its mouth and exhaled a cloud of black mist, then disappeared from the spot.

Lian Sheng immediately rushed over.

"Chase!"

Ning Yifeng also drew his knife and gave chase.

Luo Qingfeng and the other disciples immediately followed suit, rushing into the rear hall together.

However, that figure had already vanished without a trace.

Only five stone statues sat coldly on the stone platform, their eyes wide open, as if staring at them.

The wooden fish on the table sat there quietly.

Lian Sheng, sword in hand and face grim, suddenly leaped onto the stone platform to examine the five stone statues.

As he looked at the third statue on the right, a black claw suddenly emerged from behind the statue and swiftly reached for his heart!

Lian Sheng dodged the attack with lightning speed, then slashed out with his sword, splitting the stone statue in two with a "whoosh"! A black mist then emerged, and a figure leaped out from within.

The disciples looked closely and realized that it was Zhang Yuan, who had just suddenly disappeared!

However, at this moment, Zhang Yuan was surrounded by black energy, his eyes turned scarlet, his hands transformed into two sharp black claws, and a tail covered in black scales was trailing behind him! His face was contorted, he hissed, and his tongue lolled out, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying!

Without any hesitation, Lian Sheng immediately swung his sword and slashed upwards.

The other disciples also immediately took action.

"roar--"

Surrounded by the crowd, the demon quickly fell to the ground, where Lian Sheng plunged a sword into its heart.

Black mist rose, hissing as it rose.

The demon died.

Zhang Yuan's body returned to normal, but a large hole had been torn open in his chest, and his heart was gone, clearly having been devoured by the demon.

The fact that they killed the demon so easily did not make them relax; instead, they became even more vigilant.

"Everyone be careful, there are other demons here!"

Ning Yifeng gripped the sword in his hand, his gaze turning somber as he looked at the other stone statues in the hall.

Xu Can possessed the cultivation of the Star Transformation Realm, and was able to kill him silently; this was something that a demon like him could not have done.

Lian Sheng jumped onto the stone platform again to examine the other stone statues.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the remaining stone statues, ready for battle.

However, after Lian Sheng finished his examination, he did not find any other abnormalities.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Just then, the familiar sound of striking a wooden fish suddenly came from the main hall in front.

Everyone's expression changed, and they looked at each other in bewilderment.

Without any hesitation, Lian Sheng immediately jumped off the stone platform, gripped his sword, and walked towards the front hall, coldly shouting, "Where are you, you demon, lurking around like this!"

The disciples quickly followed behind.

When Lian Sheng led everyone to the front hall, he was immediately shocked.

A figure sat at the wooden table under the Buddha statue, one hand held up in front of his chest, the other tapping a wooden fish.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Xu Can, who had already been beheaded!

At this moment, Xu Can was wearing a gray-white monk's robe, his hair had been completely shaved off, and his head was comfortably attached to his neck. He was closing his eyes and striking the wooden fish with a devout expression!

The bloody human head that had fallen to the ground had vanished without a trace.

The young disciples were immediately terrified.

The sword in Lian Sheng's hand suddenly hummed and emitted a dazzling light. He coldly shouted, "Demon, you dare to play tricks!"

Having said that, he slashed with his sword.

"Whoosh!"

Xu Can, who was sitting at the table striking a wooden fish, was suddenly cleaved in two.

The sound of striking the wooden fish finally stopped.

The two halves of Xu Can's corpse lay on the ground, gushing blood and internal organs, but no demonic energy appeared.

This is clearly Xu Can's original body!

Lian Sheng's pupils contracted, his eyes widening in surprise and uncertainty as he looked around. He whispered, "Soul-controlling technique! It's a human!"

Xu Can had already been killed, his head falling to the ground.

The actions just now were performed by manipulating his body using the "Soul-Capturing and Body-Controlling" technique. Demons cannot use this technique unless they possess someone. But now, there is no trace of a demon in Xu Can's corpse.

In other words, it's being manipulated by people!

Luo Qingfeng's gaze suddenly turned to the darkness outside the door.

Then, the sound of a wooden fish drum rang out.

Then, a short figure, striking a wooden fish in its hand, slowly emerged from the darkness and arrived at the doorway.

He's a young monk!

"Amitabha Buddha, why are you indiscriminately killing innocent people in this temple?"

The young monk tapped the wooden fish in his hand as he asked a question, his expression extremely calm.

Lian Sheng narrowed his eyes, and the sword in his hand gleamed once more.

At that moment, Ning Yifeng, who was standing to the side, struck first. With a flash of light, he had already chopped off the little monk's head.

Its head rolled to the ground.

The headless corpse of the little monk stood there, spitting blood, yet his hand was still striking the wooden fish again and again.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Luo Qingfeng's gaze suddenly turned to the darkness outside.

Then, another sound of striking a wooden fish rang out.

Then, a young monk, holding a wooden fish, walked out of the darkness step by step to the doorway and stood next to the headless corpse of the little monk.

"Your sins are too great; you are destined for hell."

The young monk spoke calmly as he struck the wooden fish.

Lian Sheng unleashed a sword strike, cleaving him in two.

At this moment, a third monk appeared.

An old monk in a grey robe, his body hunched over, slowly emerged from the darkness, striking a wooden fish drum. His voice, aged and weary, said, "Amitabha, benefactors, lay down your weapons and you will instantly become Buddhas. Only by taking refuge in Buddha can you..."

"Whoosh!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yifeng's knife had already slashed down, cleaving him in two.

Blood spurted out, and the body fell to the ground.

However, that hand continued to strike the wooden fish rhythmically.

This bizarre scene did not frighten Lian Sheng, who was leading the team.

He stepped forward, gripped his sword tightly, and roared, "Who's sneaking around manipulating corpses? Dare to come out and fight me!"

Suddenly, the sound of striking a wooden fish echoed through the darkness outside.

At the same time, the sound of chanting sutras also rang out.

Then, one by one, monks emerged from the darkness, striking wooden fish, and arrived at the entrance.

The chanting grew louder and louder, as did the sound of striking the wooden fish.

These seemingly solemn sounds echoed throughout the entire hall.

Several young disciples suddenly felt a sharp pain in their heads, a buzzing in their ears, and dizziness. They almost couldn't help but close their eyes and chant the sutras along with them.

"Zheng—"

Just then, the sword in Lian Sheng's hand suddenly emitted a deafening buzzing sound, instantly drowning out the chanting and the sound of striking the wooden fish.

The young disciples immediately shuddered and woke up.

At the same time, the sounds of striking wooden fish and chanting outside suddenly stopped.

A dense crowd of monks stood outside the door, motionless, in an eerie silence.

Inside the main hall, even Sheng and his party dared not make any further rash moves.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Just then, an old yet familiar voice suddenly came from the darkness behind the monks.

"Amitabha……"

Then, a figure stepped out.

(End of this chapter)