There used to be a temple here

Jingguo Xingfu Chongyun Mountain Chongming Temple.

Late at night, midsummer, fourth watch.

In the courtyard of the temple, there were seven or eight young novice monks 'corpses lying in a mess.

They were all young. The youngest looked fourteen or fifteen years old, and the oldest was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

There was a long and thin wound on their chests. It was a sword wound.

Not far away from them, there were five people in black night-traveling clothes. They held long swords in their hands, and only their eyes were exposed on their faces. Their eyes were cold as they inspected something.

In the main hall of the temple, there were four monks 'corpses lying on the ground.

They were slightly older.

The oldest one looked to be over fifty years old.

They were all resident monks of Chong Ming Temple.

The oldest was the abbot of the temple, and his Dharma name was Yuanming.

They were all dead now. A sword pierced through their hearts and killed them in one blow.

There were also a few men in black standing in the hall.

They were rummaging around for something.

After a while, the men in black in the hall seemed to have found what they wanted. They walked out of the hall and met up with the five men in black standing in the courtyard.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

There were a total of eight men in black. Lin Xiao was lying on the ground, counting the number of men in black from a strange angle.

It had been a while since he had transmigrated, but he had been lying on the ground without moving.

He was pretending to be dead. He didn't dare to move.

The monks in the temple were all killed by the eight men in black.

They were well-trained. First, they used some unknown method to put down everyone in the temple. Then, they sent all the monks to the afterlife with a sword.

Lin Xiao was the first to be killed. He died by the door of the temple toilet.

The small monk got up to relieve himself.

He had just finished peeing, and before he could even shiver, his heart was pierced by a sword.

The sword pierced through his back and out his chest.

The little monk's dying scream woke up all the monks in the temple.

What followed was a one-sided massacre.

The monks had just rushed out of the room when they all fell to the ground inexplicably.

Then, they all turned into cold corpses.

Lin Xiao had transmigrated after the little monk died.

After he transmigrated, he witnessed the entire process from a god's perspective.

This was thanks to a system that was bound to his mind.

This system had no name, and he did not know what it was called.

After he transmigrated, an interface appeared in front of him.

The temple's successor was Lin Xiao.

[Personal Cultivation: Inner God Stage Level 3, Unbroken Outer Dao.]

[Personal merit points: 0]

[Personal Soul Weapon: Not activated, cannot be used.]

[Merit Record: Activated, usable]

[Myriad Spirit Understanding: Activated, available for viewing.]

[Universal Thousand Transformations Pot: Activated, usable.]

[Inch of Heaven and Earth: Activated, usable.]

As soon as Lin Xiao arrived, he browsed through all the contents on his personal panel. What he was using now was the system's Inch World function.

At this moment, the entire temple was like a 3D holographic image, overlooking his eyes.

Every move of every person in the temple was gathered in his eyes.

In the courtyard, after the three people in the hall came out to meet with the five people outside, a person carrying a small bamboo basket covered with a black cloth on his back, who should be the leader, raised his hand and gestured to the other black-clothed person.

The man in black nodded after seeing the gesture. Then, he reached out and took off a grayish-black earthen jar on his back.

He had been carrying this earthen jar on his back since he entered the door. Before that, it had never been taken off.

He placed the earthen jar on the ground. Four people surrounded the earthen jar. The other four people took out a small bottle from their arms and began to sprinkle something on the monk's body in the temple.

It was some red powder.

The powder was bright and glistening, as if it had been ground from dried blood clots.

When they were scattering the powder, the four of them did not scatter it one by one.

Instead, some monks had sprinkled powder on their bodies, while others did not.

Lin Xiao didn't spill it on himself.

He secretly rejoiced in his heart, because with the support of the system, the wound on his chest had already healed.

He was really afraid that those people would stab him again when they saw that he was still alive.

While rejoicing, Lin Xiao lay by the toilet door and pretended to be dead, not daring to breathe. He was still watching the eight people's movements with his God's Perspective.

After scattering the powder, the eight of them gathered around the earthen vat again.

They exchanged glances.

Then, the leader of the eight came to the earthen jar and tore off a yellow talisman from the jar's lid.

After tearing off the talisman, the eight of them quickly retreated.

As they retreated, they could hear the sound of metal rubbing against each other under their night clothes.

Lin Xiao also noticed that when the night wind blew. As their sleeves swayed slightly, silver light would flash through their right hands that were hidden under their sleeves.

They seemed to be wearing metal gloves.

In other words, there was a metal sheath that could completely cover the back of their hands.

The eight of them retreated very quickly. They quickly left the monastery and disappeared into the pitch-black night.

Under the moonlight, the blood in the courtyard of the temple began to glow with a cold red.

The smell of blood permeated the courtyard, and it was somewhat pungent. Lin Xiao couldn't help but twitch his nose, trying to relieve the irritation of the smell of blood.

Clack clack clack! Clack clack clack!

A strange sound suddenly came from the lonely earthen jar.

It was as if something was slowly waking up under the stimulation of the smell of blood.

This sound was very similar to the sound of a person grinding their teeth in sleep.

It sounded very scary.

Clack clack clack!

As the sound from the earthen jar became louder and louder, the frequency became denser and denser. The earthen jar's body began to shake violently.

Lin Xiao continued to lie on the ground. Looking at the scene in front of him, his scalp felt numb.

He felt that there was something terrifying in the earthen jar that was about to rush out.

Lin Xiao was in a dilemma. He didn't know whether he should continue to play dead or get up and run away.

At this moment, he was not sure if there were any more men in black hiding outside the temple.

His God's Perspective could only cover the temple. It was like he was wearing night vision goggles. He could see the situation inside the temple very clearly.

However, outside the temple, everything was dark.

He couldn't see the situation outside the temple.

It wasn't that he couldn't check, but the darkness of the night blocked his vision.

Therefore, he did not dare to act rashly now. He was afraid that if there were still black-clothed people who had not left, they would come in and stab him again when they saw that he was not dead.

As he was conflicted, pa!

A crisp sound of something breaking rang out.

Clack clack clack!

A voice that made one's scalp tingle came from the earthen jar even more clearly.

After hearing that, Lin Xiao focused his eyes on the earthen vat again.

At this moment, a crack of about one centimeter clearly appeared on the surface of the earthen jar.

It extended from the top of the jar to the bottom. In the crack, a bloodthirsty gaze was faintly discernible.

That gaze was so crazy and filled with hatred, as if it wanted to turn everything in its line of sight into ashes.

Lin Xiao used his God's Perspective to look at that gaze, and a chill immediately rose in his heart.

What kind of gaze was this? It was filled with resentment and was like a crazy demon.

Lin Xiao felt his scalp tingle again. He had the urge to jump up and run away.

Swallowing his saliva, Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge in his heart.

Pa!

The sound of the earthen jar cracking rang out again.

Clack clack clack! Clack clack!

The sound of teeth grinding that made one's scalp tingle came even more urgently.

After a while, pa!

There was a loud crash!

Under the cold moonlight, as the earthen jar completely cracked with a crisp sound, the thing that was stored in the earthen jar finally jumped out.