Everyone looked at each other, and several elders and sect leaders of major sects looked at each other, their faces as gloomy as water.

One of the older, stern-looking middle-aged men said in a deep voice, "What horrible thing did this disciple experience to scare him like this?"

"Tsk tsk, the wooden sign was crushed into pieces. He must have experienced something terrifying to be so nervous and scared."

"Did he just say... Yang Zhen?" The middle-aged scholar's eyes flashed with a cold look as he stared at the young cultivator. Then he sighed and squatted down, revealing a light and calm smile. He was very friendly and made people feel like they were in the spring breeze.

With such a smile, some powerful people around felt that the middle-aged gentleman was worthy of being called a gentleman. He really looked gentle and elegant, with a good temperament and even more powerful strength.

The middle-aged scholar patted the young monk on the shoulder and said in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, my friend. I am the elder of the Wuxin Sect, also known as the Wuxin Scholar. Calm down and tell me what happened... How about it?"

Everyone nodded involuntarily. The middle-aged scholar's voice was gentle, and it actually had a hint of calming the mind. It was obvious that the middle-aged scholar had put a lot of effort in this regard.

In such a situation, someone is needed to comfort the young monk so that he can get out of his inner demons.

Wuxin Yashi is also very confident. Even if he encounters someone who is so frightened that he falls into inner demons for a long time and cannot extricate himself, he can pull the person out step by step. Therefore, most of the cultivation methods of Wuxin Sect are weird and terrifying, but not many people are left with indelible inner demons.

Everyone was waiting for the young monk to recover under the comfort of Wuxin Yashi, but the young monk raised his head and took a look through the gap between his fingers, and suddenly cried out in a strange voice: "Ghost!"

The less Wuxin Yashi tried to comfort him, the better. The more he comforted him, the worse the situation became. The young monk began to tremble as he lay on the ground.

Ku Tou Tuo stood beside Wu Xin Ya Shi, frowned and said impatiently: "This boy's state of mind is too fragile. I don't know which sect he is from. It's really embarrassing."

Wu Xin Ya Shi was stunned and embarrassed, then he sighed, stood up and shook his head: "Strange, how could such a horrible thing happen on the second floor of the Nine Realms Linglong Tower? Could it be that something strange happened in the ninth floor world, causing something to happen on the second floor as well?"

The withered monk stared at the young monk, his eyes flashing with ominous premonitions, and his irritability rose like fire. He glanced at Wuxin Yashi and said, "Let me do it!"

Wu Xin Ya Shi nodded and said, "Master, please do as you wish!"

Everyone looked at Kutuo Tuo with curiosity, wondering what solution he had.

"It is said that the Lachan Monastery has profound Zen sounds. This time we may be lucky enough to be baptized by the Zen sounds of Master Kutou!"

"As expected of a great monk, just by looking at him, I feel my soul has been elevated."

"Shh! Fellow Daoist, keep your voice down!"

"Why, are you afraid that I will affect Master Ku Tou Tuo's promotion of Zen?"

"No, I was trying to remind you, it's useless!"

"you……"

"Shut up, Master is going to save people!"

…

Seeing Kutuotu's solemn expression, everyone stopped talking and looked at him intently with an expectant look.

A strange look appeared on the face of the withered monk. He came to the curled up monk, squatted down, patted the monk's shoulder, and when the monk looked up in confusion, he showed a compassionate smile containing Zen and Buddhist principles, and was about to speak.

The monk's eyes suddenly rolled back, he let out a wail, and fell on his back, fainting.

Everyone: “???”

As soon as Ku Tou Tuo opened his mouth, the compassionate smile on his face that contained the sound of Zen and Buddhist principles had not yet blossomed to its fullest when it gradually froze. An expression of embarrassment slowly crept onto Ku Tou Tuo's face.

"Master, have you helped him to be liberated?" someone nearby couldn't help but ask.

The corners of Ku Tou Tuo's mouth twitched wildly, and the corners of his eyes also twitched.

Can't you see that I haven't even opened my mouth? How can I pray? Can I pray with my eyes? The monk turned to look at Wuxin Yashi with a confused look on his face: "This... Could it be that this donor has encountered a terrifying demon related to this monk?"

Wu Xin Ya Shi's expression changed and he shook his head: "He kept yelling at Yang Zhen not to eat him. It must be related to Yang Zhen. How could it be related to the master? Someone, wake him up!"

The crowd finally managed to wake the monk up by pinching his philtrum, slapping him, and pouring cold water on him. Before he could wail, they slapped him again, grabbed his collar and said, "Look carefully, there is no Yang Zhen here, and there are no ghosts!"

The annoyance in the heart of the Khutou Tuo became even stronger. He stared at the monk and asked in a deep voice: "Let me ask you, have you met a lama like me in the second world?"

"Meet... Met..." A trace of horror flashed in the monk's eyes.

"How is he?" The withered monk's heart skipped a beat and he stared at the monk and asked.

The monk wailed, holding his head and saying in pain: "Eated, eaten, eaten by Yang Zhen..."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present suddenly widened their eyes and gasped.

"You bastard, tell the truth. How could Yang Zhen eat people, and even eat the lamas from my Lachan Temple?" The withered monk squatted on the ground and stared at the monk.

The monk struggled for a long time to get rid of his inner demons. He rolled his eyes when he heard this: "How should I know? Yang Zhen is a demon. He eats people. He really eats people!"

Seeing that the monk was about to go crazy again, everyone rushed to comfort him.

The monk took a deep breath and narrated what he had seen: "Just now, I was on my way..."

"Speaking of the point!" The corner of Ku Tou Tuo's eye twitched.

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"It will be there soon, why are you in such a hurry?" The monk rolled his eyes at Ku Tou Tuo, but he was no longer afraid.

Now that there are so many Jindan-stage powerful men present, as well as many Yuanying-stage sect leaders and elders, Ku Tou Tuo certainly wouldn't dare to kill people at will.

After the monk glared at the withered monk, he said with lingering fear: "I was on my way... when I suddenly heard the sound of fighting, and when I looked up, I saw Yang Zhen chopping off a lama's arm!"

"What?" The withered monk was shocked, and a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, sweeping the whole audience: "What did you say? Say it again?"

The monk glanced at the withered monk and said with a look of fear: "Master, don't scare me. Compared with Yang Zhen, you look so adorable like this!"

But... cute? Even though Ku Tou Tuo was so furious, he almost vomited when he heard this. He snorted coldly and asked in a deep voice: "What did Yang Zhen do to scare you like this?"

The monk shuddered all over and muttered to himself, "Yang Zhen, he... he is a devil, a man-eating devil. After he cut off the lama's arm, his eyes turned green. He picked up the arm excitedly and ran away, laughing as he ran, as if... as if he was gnawing on the flesh of the arm. The lama was so miserable. He chased after him, shouting as he ran... Yang Zhen... give me back my arm..."

The people around were horrified by what they heard, especially the monk who imitated the sound of Yunjie so vividly. Many timid women turned pale and cried out in fear.

"Yang Zhen, this evil creature!" With a bang, the withered monk stomped on the ground and created a huge deep pit.

In the crowd, Hua Youyue and Tan Fenglie looked at each other with strange expressions.

Yang Zhen eats people, is he a man-eating devil? This is simply a fantasy, sheer nonsense, but what the monk said is too real, the scene of Yang Zhen holding the man's arm while running and gnawing is still vivid in my mind.

An autumn breeze blew by, and everyone felt their arms were chilly, as if something was gnawing at them.

…

At the same time, in the second world, Yang Zhen was squatting behind a large rock in a valley, rubbing an ancient ring happily.

"A storage ring, I didn't expect there really is such a thing, wow, oh my, this Yunjie guy is really rich, this is a pill... this is a talisman... this is... what kind of medicine?"

Yang Zhen stared blankly at the small bottle of pink substance in his hand, and said with disgust and contempt: "Bah, shameless, a lama actually carried this thing, fortunately he was killed, no, this thing can't be spread out, it can only be assured with me!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen put the bottle of pink stuff into his arms.

“That feels good now!”

Yang Zhen patted his chest and suddenly heard a hysterical scream coming from not far away.

"Is there something going on?"

This was a woman's scream, and Yang Zhen rushed towards the source of the sound with great interest.

(End of this chapter)