Chapter 2366: Hope (3) Chapter 2366: Hope (3) Even if she was lucky enough to escape, she began to fall ill and was bedridden.

Without exception, all the people who got this disease had the symptoms of the Japanese and the young monks.

In the beginning, there were only a few people, but after two or three days, it expanded to a dozen or so people.

A few days later, these people ‘fell ill’ one after another, alarming the higher-ups of the temple.

This time, it wasn’t a third stage mage that could suppress it, but a high-level monk of the second stage and above.

More and more monks disappeared, and more and more yellow banners appeared above the main hall.

The entire heavenly Dao temple seemed to be shrouded in an ominous shadow. After the news could no longer be covered up, it gradually made people tremble in fear.

Although the Masters of the various courtyards all said that they were infected with an illness, with so many people in trouble, such a statement made many monks suspicious.

If they were infected and died, then there would always be a corpse that needed to be disposed of.

However, the monks who had died from the disease mentioned by the sect Masters had disappeared without a trace. They were nowhere to be found, alive or dead.

More and more meditation rooms disappeared after they were sealed. Many familiar doors seemed to have been cleaned up by the temple and disappeared overnight, making people feel even more depressed.

The scariest thing was the screams that were everywhere in the night.

After the number of ‘dead’ increased, there would always be some familiar faces of the living on the list of dead.

When they heard these cries for help, they were scared out of their wits.

The Buddha statue could no longer be their protection. The group of Buddhas that made them feel at ease in the past now looked a little gloomy and cold.

The recent major events in the heavenly Dao temple had caused many second-grade eminent monks, who had previously closed their doors, to come out and take charge of the situation.

But even so, the demonic Qi was still rampaging.

Song qingxiao, who was outside, could clearly see that after seven entered the heavenly Dao temple, the more people died, the stronger the demonic Qi became, almost covering the entire heavenly Dao temple.

This place was filled with ghostly Qi, and the black demonic shadow almost sealed the entire temple.

As more and more people died, many monks were scared out of their wits.

In the past, the incense that burned day and night had not been lit for a few days.

Everyone hid in their rooms, deeply afraid of being haunted by vengeful spirits.

The temple already looked desolate. The ancient trees that had been growing for hundreds of years in the temple were also withering, as if they were gradually losing their vitality-just like this temple that had existed for hundreds of years.

The fallen leaves were blown into the hall, but no one came to clean it up for most of the day.

The little boy sat in front of the Big Buddha and knocked on the wooden fish every day.

He was facing the huge Buddha with countless cracks under the seat. His body was as small as an ant, but there was a monstrous black gas behind him.

Seven raised his head, facing the dense yellow sails hanging above his head.

“79、80.. 86、87..”

There were already 87 offerings here. When would Buddha sense his heart and let him see his mother?

The light and shadow fell on the young man’s face. He was filled with anticipation and apprehension, but hidden in the shadows, there was also uneasiness and gloominess.

The hopeful young man did not know that not far away from him, song qingxiao was isolated from the world. She was looking at him with a calm expression, but her eyes were sighing.

The heavenly Dao temple’s situation became more and more serious. Within a few days, dozens of people had met with mishaps.

The more dead people there were, the more meditation rooms were sealed.

In the past, the temple was overcrowded with people. In less than half a month, the number of people had actually reduced by more than half.

The National temple that had protected the dynasty for hundreds of years couldn’t even protect itself, let alone maintain the dynasty’s fate.

The monks died one after another, and more and more yellow Oriole appeared in the hall.

As time passed, the little boy’s hope grew weaker and weaker.

It was as if there was a huge hole in his heart, allowing despair to swallow him bit by bit.

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“Senior brother, we can’t go on like this!”

In the corridor, an old monk with a stern face shouted at an old monk in a yellow frock, ”

“In less than a month, more than a hundred monks in the temple have died.”

“Something has happened, something big has happened! We have to ask the imperial family for help. We can’t hide it anymore.”

it just so happens that on the 7th of may, the Emperor will go to the heavenly Dao temple to discuss the fate of the country. Why don’t we use the imperial family’s true Dragon for divination and figure out what major event has happened in the heavenly Dao temple? ”

The old monk’s eyebrows and beard were red, and it was obvious that he had a bad temper.

His aura was not bad, and he had at least reached the second stage-his cultivation was not inferior to that of the Dao integration stage.

Walking beside him, the old-looking monk squinted his bubble-like eyes. He didn’t know if he heard his voice.

The moment the two of them entered the hall, the dead souls in the hall were awakened and let out a shrill scream-‘ah!’

The drowsy old monk seemed to be greatly frightened as his swollen eyes widened.

In front of him was the Asura Palace, surrounded by black Qi.

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