Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

In the sky, a full moon is like a silver plate, hanging high in the vast universe, absorbing the sun's scorching light, turning into wisps of watery moonlight, pouring into the woods.

The moon, like a silver plate, is like a kind mother, caressing the earth gently. It is also like a fair judge, silently watching every move of all things in the world.

"Let's go to that temple together and see if it's really as magical as you say."

A little further away, Jiang Shinian suddenly felt a mysterious force fluctuating and a magical aura flowing.

He looked into the distance, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of bamboo forest and see the source of the mysterious power.

It seems that the Lotus Temple has already appeared.

At this moment, it seemed as if endless black shadow soldiers emerged from the ground, one after another, densely packed, like a tide.

Their figures flickered black light in the moonlight, like a group of dark messengers descending to the earth.

The ascetic monk standing by turned pale and looked extremely excited, as if he had witnessed the most horrifying scene in the world.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and his teeth started to chatter in his mouth, making a clattering sound, as if ringing the death knell.

It turns out that the black shadow ninja who captured him was just the tip of the iceberg.

"whoosh whoosh"

Dark shadows darted through the woods, stepped on the tall green bamboos, leaped high, and crisscrossed over the bamboo forest.

Their bodies are light and agile, like bats in the night sky, flying freely in the darkness.

The black shadows and the moonlight interweave to form a strange and mysterious picture, as if a contest between darkness and light is quietly unfolding in this silent bamboo forest.

Jiang Shi Nian slowly walked towards the direction where the shadow soldiers were heading.

His dragon body moved freely without being hindered by the bamboo forest at all, because the black shadow ninja in front used his divine power to burn the bamboo that blocked Jiang Shi Ninja's steps into ashes, turning them into nothingness.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the long river of history, steady and powerful, as if announcing his arrival to the world.

With the diligent service of the shadow soldiers, Jiang Shi Ninja, surrounded by ninjas, walked only a few hundred meters and arrived at the Lost Lotus Temple in a moment.

The ascetic monk was also dragged here by a black shadow ninja and was now abandoned aside, looking up at this temple filled with the ancient atmosphere of time.

There was a hint of panic in his eyes, and although he tried hard to conceal it, when his gaze fell on the temple, his body still trembled slightly involuntarily. Jiang Shi Nian saw it all, but said nothing.

He was struggling internally. On the one hand, he was afraid that the demon would do something bad to him after finding the magic scroll in the temple. On the other hand, he was curious about what the demon would do in the temple.

"Lotus Temple..."

"On full-moon nights, the Lotus Temple will appear in the mortal world. Over the years, many monsters may have gathered there. It is eerie and terrifying, just like a shadowy monster's lair hidden in the dark night."

Jiang Shi Nian's hoarse and low voice suddenly rose in the bamboo forest where the moonlight was pouring and it looked like a pool of water. It was like the sound of a deep and rumbling war drum, echoing lingeringly and endlessly.

Wherever the sound waves reached, the bamboo leaves rustled as if they were shaking in fear.

The cold moonlight, which should have been a symbol of tranquility and peace, now seemed to be contaminated by the evil aura, becoming gloomy and eerie.

Under the moonlight, the mist in the bamboo forest floats slowly like wisps of ghostly gauze, entwining between the bamboo branches, adding a bit of mystery and horror to the scene.

"It is very possible, but I cannot be sure how many monsters are hidden there. Their number may be as numerous as the stars, or only a few, mysterious and unpredictable."

The ascetic calmed down for a moment, then spoke vaguely and ambiguously.

His eyes flickered like a candle swaying in the wind, as if they contained a deep meaning, and as if he was worried and fearful that a careless word would bring about unpredictable disaster.

The beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled in the moonlight, slowly slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground under his feet, splashing up fine dust.

His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was trying to keep his balance, or as if he was ready to deal with sudden danger at any time. His tense posture was like a frightened hare, alert to all movements around him.

"Haha, then you can go in and find out."

Jiang Shi Nian suddenly turned around, and his laughter was eerie and chilling, like the scream of a demon in the cold night, which made people's hair stand on end and their spines chilled.

His eyes were bloodshot, and blood was blazing like flames, as if he wanted to swallow everything around him in endless darkness and evil.

The laughter echoed in the bamboo forest, startling a group of night crows perched on the branches. They croaked, flapped their black wings, and flew away in panic, as if fleeing from the impending disaster.

Jiang Shi Nian's figure was stretched out in the moonlight, like a demon messenger from hell, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Ah... this..."

The ascetic monk was immediately shocked, as if he was struck by thunder. His body stiffened instantly and then trembled slightly.

At first it was like a breeze blowing through the leaves, then it gradually grew stronger, like a candle swaying in a storm.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something, but fear locked his throat tightly, and he could only make some unclear sounds.

Chapter 162: Planning the Lotus Temple

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and despair, as if he saw his fate of being swallowed by darkness.

"Why, didn't you say you wanted to work for me?"

When Jiang Shi Nian's devilish voice reached the ascetic monk's ears, his body trembled even more violently, like a leaf shivering in the wind, or like a sieve twitching endlessly.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain at all, because the fear in his heart had already covered up all physical sensations.

His legs also began to become weak and he could hardly stand. If he had not been tied tightly with bamboo, he would have collapsed to the ground.

"I...can't..."

He seemed to be thinking of some horrifying incident in the past. The tension in his eyes instantly turned into thick fear, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate himself, and his soul was shivering in fear.

The terrible scenes he had experienced in the Lotus Temple involuntarily emerged in his mind.

Those cursed monsters, the endless darkness, and the powerful and evil force all entangled him like a nightmare, making him unable to escape.

"Haha, ancient wisdom says that only when a fish takes the bait, the earthworm knows that it has become bait. How sad and lamentable, your fate is the same."

Jiang Shi Nian's hoarse voice sounded faintly, like a curse from the abyss of hell, filled with the breath of death and despair.

This sound seems to have a kind of magic that can penetrate people's souls and make people feel endless cold and fear.

Listening to this sound, the ascetic felt that his heart was about to stop beating. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed like a fight with death.

The ascetic monk seemed to be hit by a huge force. He turned around suddenly and stared at the evil dragon beside him. His eyes were full of panic and confusion. His lips trembled slightly and he wanted to speak but stopped.

His eyes were filled with fear of Jiang Shinin, but also a hint of confusion. He didn't understand how this demon knew his identity and the secret of Lotus Temple.

His body became stiff due to excessive tension, like a stone sculpture. Only his slightly trembling lips and wide eyes revealed his inner turmoil.

"You and I……"

"Haha, idiot, do you think that the secrets of the Lotus Temple are only known to you, the guardian of the previous generation?"

Jiang Shi Nian laughed wildly, his voice shaking the whole area, as if he wanted to turn this quiet bamboo forest upside down.

He suddenly realized the fun of teasing people's hearts, just like a cat playing with a mouse, and he enjoyed it.

Especially since the resurrection, I have felt a drastic change in many concepts. The awe and respect I had in the past have gradually faded, and what remains is the curiosity and desire to explore all things in the world, as well as the wanton indulgence.

His laughter echoed in the bamboo forest, as if countless demons were laughing at the ascetic's stupidity.

Jiang Shi Nian's body swayed slightly, as if he was enjoying the joy of victory. His eyes were full of pride and arrogance, as if the whole world was under his control.

When the ascetic monk heard Jiang Shinian's words, his face suddenly turned pale as paper.

Jiang Shi Nian stared at him with his dragon eyes, and when he saw his expression, his doubts disappeared. When he watched this animation in the past, he felt that there were many strange things.

Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu met this ascetic monk in the bamboo forest. Although he is a villain, he knows everything about the Lotus Temple, as if he had experienced it personally and knew everything.

According to his own account, this disappeared temple had been in ruins for hundreds of years. However, human lifespan is limited, and those who can live for two hundred years are rare and almost extinct.

During such a long period of time, how could this self-proclaimed wandering ascetic monk control so many secrets of the Lotus Temple if he did not have a powerful inheritance to support him?

On the night of the full moon, he transformed into a monster; the magic-shaped scroll...all these details should not have been known to him.

When I read the original work in the past, I felt that it was out of place. But now, seeing this man with two mustaches and a big bald head, my doubts are finally relieved.

This big bald head may have a deep connection with the Lotus Temple, but he is definitely not a descendant of the monks who originally hid in the temple.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shown such panic when he heard that Jiang Shi Nian wanted to throw him into the temple to explore the way.

He must have experienced a tragedy and was filled with fear, yet he also had something in mind, so he lingered in the bamboo forest, lingering but not daring to enter without permission, waiting for the right opportunity.

There are many reasons that support this, and Jiang Shinian had long suspected that he was the keeper of the temple of the previous generation, and this has now been confirmed.

"Oh? Why are you silent?"

Jiang Shi Nian smiled evilly, trying to trick the ascetic monk into revealing more secrets of the Lotus Temple, just like a cunning hunter setting a trap to catch his prey.

However, contrary to their expectations, this ascetic monk, who was originally weak and trembling all over, actually slowly calmed down after his identity was revealed. His lips were tightly closed and he did not utter a word, as if he was a rock, unmoved by any external force.

A resolute look appeared on his face, as if he was ready to bear everything. No matter how Jiang Shi Nian threatened or tempted him, he would not reveal a single word.

Jiang had the Black Shadow Ninja torture him severely for ten years, but the ascetic monk remained steadfast and unyielding, not uttering a single word. He was like an ancient tree deeply rooted in the earth, with a solid foundation that could not be shaken in the slightest even by wind and rain.

The shadow ninjas used all kinds of torture, whipping the ascetic monk with whips, leaving bloody marks on his body.

The branding iron burned his skin, making a sizzling sound and emitting puffs of green smoke.

The bamboo sticks pierced his fingertips and blood flowed, but he gritted his teeth and looked forward firmly, without making a scream and showing any sign of surrender.

"You have guts."

Jiang Shi Nian narrowed his eyes and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, leaving only a hint of coldness and thought.

He couldn't help but feel a little admiration for the ascetic's tenacity, but this admiration was soon overshadowed by his ambition.

He looked in the direction of the Lotus Temple, his eyes revealing a hint of greed and desire, as if he had already seen the endless treasures and powerful power in the temple beckoning to him.

Since you don’t want to speak, that’s fine.

To him, the Lotus Temple was not a dangerous place. Although it was shrouded in righteous magic, the curse was reduced on the full moon night, so the shadow ninja only needed to maintain a low-intensity black gas condensation to enter.

This is the result of sending a dark shadow to test. Although it is difficult for Jiang Shi Nian to enter in person, forcing his way in may trigger the self-destruction spell of the entire temple, and it will be reduced to ashes.

However, the shadow soldiers only had to deal with the curse of turning into a monster if they did not leave before dawn, and the monsters that had accumulated in the temple over the years. For them, it was just a piece of cake and nothing to be afraid of.

It should be noted that ordinary people have to go through many difficulties to explore the Lotus Temple.

First you have to find the secret path, know the secret of appearing on the night of the full moon, and understand the rule that you will be cursed if you don't leave before dawn.

After entering the temple, they were harassed by the temple guards and monsters.

If you lose, you will become a meal on the plate.

Even if you win by chance, it will be difficult to escape the entanglement and you will have no time to look for the target.

Even if they overcome all obstacles and kill the temple guards, time flies and dawn is approaching. Facing the entire temple's collection of scriptures, trying to find the magic scripture or magic scroll they need is like looking for a needle in a haystack, and their hope is slim.