Feng Jiu, who had just boarded the carriage, took a look and saw those people holding their heads and howling. After howling in pain at first, their expressions gradually calmed down. However, there was still something not right. Upon closer inspection, the spiritual energy in their bodies had completely dissipated, and their eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they had been hit hard by something.
She raised her eyebrows and her clear eyes fell on the monk. She didn't expect that he would destroy their cultivation with just one move. Moreover, judging from the situation of these people, he also used Buddha's light to attack their consciousness, which was severely damaged, like a fool.
She retracted her gaze, lowered the curtain, and spoke to Xuanyuan Moze: "It seems that Master Yijie is not a person who sticks to the rules and does not know how to adapt."
What's the difference between destroying those people's cultivation and damaging their consciousness like idiots and killing them? No, it should be said that it is more terrible than death, right
"At least we're still alive if he does it. If we let Gray Wolf and the others do it, it would be a luxury to even stay alive." Xuanyuan Moze said as he picked up his son who had crawled to his legs and held him in his arms.
Hearing his words, Fengjiu smiled and looked outside again. She saw that the monk had taken back the Buddhist beads, chanted a Buddhist phrase, and then stood quietly aside.
Seeing this, she said to Leng Hua outside: "Let's go once we've solved it! Let's see if we can find a village or town to rest before dark."
"Yes." Leng Hua responded, said something to everyone, and then drove the carriage forward.
However, what they didn't expect was that not only did they not see any villages or towns along the way, but the sky gradually darkened and it seemed like it was going to rain.
"Master, it looks like it's going to rain, and there doesn't seem to be any place to shelter from the rain around here." Leng Hua said, looking up at the sky.
Xuanyuan Moze lifted the curtain and looked at the sky, frowning and said, "This rain should be very heavy, and there will be thunder. Speed up and see if there is a place to take shelter in front of you."
"Yes." Leng Hua responded, and saw the monk walking behind him come forward.
"Donor, there will be a fork in the road ahead. If you go a little further to the right, you will find a dilapidated temple. We can take shelter there."
Hearing this, Leng Hua glanced at the monk and asked, "Master, have you been there?"
"I have walked here before and am quite familiar with this area." He said with his hands clasped together.
“Leng Hua, listen to the master and go to the right when you reach the fork in the road.” Feng Jiu’s voice came from the carriage.
"Yes." Leng Hua responded, speeded up and drove away. Du Fan and others who followed him on both sides tapped their toes, stood with their hands behind their backs, and their figures flew against the wind, and their speed also increased rapidly.
The woman following behind was already injured, and her strength was not as good as theirs. When she saw them speed up, her speed dropped and she was left behind. She couldn't help but feel anxious.
"Donor, it doesn't matter if you go slower. You are injured. Even if you weren't injured, you can't keep up with their speed." The monk said as he walked slowly beside the woman. He was not in a hurry to be left behind as the group in front of him increased their speed. Instead, he walked slowly and steadily.
The woman listened to this, looked at the monk, hesitated, and asked: "Master, who are they?"