The main halls of ordinary temples are either the Main Hall of the Great Hall or the Heavenly King Hall, and Yongji Temple is no exception. However, because the temple itself is not big, the main hall is naturally not much larger. However, it is more than enough to sit ten people.

At this moment, under the solemn Maitreya Buddha, a group of thieves in newly-accompanied military uniforms were sitting in groups of two or three, drinking and eating meat, having a lot of fun. The ground was covered with chicken bones and duck claws, rice cakes, broken bowls and jars, and even drowning residues, making a Buddhist sect purely mess.

Chen Hai, the leader of the thief, pushed away the wine bowl handed by a thief, threw away most of the chicken legs that had eaten, clapped his palms, and said, "Okay, let's drink this one today and put away the wine."

The thieves sighed and reluctantly turned the wine bowl upside down on the edge of the jar. Only a pair of thieves were obviously drunk and were still drinking at 55 and 6.

Chen Hai went forward without saying a word and kicked it up - bang! The wine bowl flew out and smashed the wall and broke the ground.

One of the bearded thiefs who had a red face and thick neck were about to get angry when they ran into a pair of cold eyes. After a while, they lowered their heads.

Chen Hai hummed in his nostrils: "So many brothers fought with the rebels in the Chen family, but the Grand Helm made you enjoy the best and delicious food here. Which is the purpose of guarding good things? It wasn't you guarding good things! When I came, I also said that you can drink wine, but only five points of alcohol. Who dares to get drunk and miss the Grand Helm? I chopped him alive and threw it to the back mountain to feed the bald donkeys with the wolf!"

The thieves were timid.

Chen Hai knocked on the wine jar with a scabbard: "I'm so fucking cheering up and ready to be on duty in batches."

A thief came forward carefully and asked, "Dahuang, I heard that the group of rebels in the Five Villages of Yinping Mountain were all cleaned up by Dazhuo and General Liu. When will these goods be shipped back?"

Chen Hai squinted his eyes: "What are you thinking about Xiao Taohong?"

The thief smiled: "Everything is good in this temple, with food and drink, just a little less fun..."

The thieves laughed lewdly.

Chen Hai waved his hand: "Niu Da, Xu Genzi brought news. Two days later, Da took the helm and personally took the brothers to transport the things back. Everyone will be rewarded and enjoy whatever they want when they go to the city."

The thieves were very happy and flattered.

Chen Hai turned around and walked to the back hall, examined it carefully in front of the door before pushing the door in, and then closed it tightly. He had to conduct routine inspections every day. The thieves said that he was diligent in doing things and loyalty was commendable, but he didn't know that he was actually going to appreciate jewelry - a house full of treasures cannot be moved. If he couldn't even look at it, his heart was like a cat, and he would have a lot of addiction to eyes, right?

Seeing Chen Hai's back disappear, the bearded thief spat: "I and the great master plundered the world back then, you kid are still playing with mud! If I hadn't been a good man and became the son of the great master (Chen Fu), when will it be your turn to make a fuss?"

The thief who was fighting with beards said, "They are born well. They will only be a hundred households in just a few years. You will be on the helm with the big helm, your head tucked your waist, and your body is scarred. Now you are still a brand name..."

"My thief, let's not talk about it! Go urinate." Beard pushed open the door with his pants.

The two thieves patrolling outside the door were cursing and beating mosquitoes. When they saw their beards come out, they nodded and said hello, slapped their hands constantly.

He walked to the base of the temple wall with his beard and raised his head while untiing his belt. He suddenly stared at the bull's eyes widened - a slender figure was squatting on the wall, holding a silver-glowed iron lump in his hand and aimed at his forehead...

Bang!

A gunshot opened the curtain of counterattack.

Ding Xiaoyi's shot was completely out of the plan.

At that time, Zhao Lie had just touched the window of the right wing. Shi Yang, Ding Xiaoyao, and Wang Ping'an had just arrived at the predetermined position, while Ma Nanchun was in circles - because Jueyuan's information was leaked, the entrance and window of the back hall had been blocked by the thieves. Ma Nanchun circled the back hall for a while but couldn't find the entrance. He made a quick decision and ran to the left wing to form cross firepower with Zhao Lie.

From a small battle to a large war, there are always unplanned variables, and almost no time can be copied as it is in accordance with the combat plan.

Zhao Lie was mentally prepared for the possible variables in this raid and had alternative plans. At this moment, he heard the gunshots, and he didn't care whether the personnel were in place or observed the enemy situation. He lit the lead without thinking, kicked open the window and threw the thunder cannon in.

There was a riot in the hall, and the thieves fucked the guys one after another.

"What sound?"

"It seems that someone sets off firecrackers, go and have a look."

"Who threw the firecracker..."

The riot also alarmed Chen Hai, closed the treasure chest with a slam, and did not bother to lock it. He pulled out his hand knife and rushed to the front of the door. As soon as he opened the door, a loud blast, shocking Chen Hai to his back and fell down. The riots in the hall suddenly turned into screams and panic.

"Call me!"

With Zhao Lie's roar, the ancient temple sounded like fried beans.

Boom, boom, boom... The loudest sound is the rhythmic bombardment of the shotgun. The Heavenly King Hall in Yongji Temple is only more than fifty square meters and the radius of more than twenty meters is the maximum distance of the shotgun. It is no problem to sweep a few shots over.

Bang, bang, bang... The bombardment sound is mixed with a crisp sound like a continuous bead. At first glance, it sounds like a revolver unique to the revolver. Compared with the shotgun, the revolver is precisely shooting and hitting wherever he points. Among the four assaulters, only Ma Nanchun uses the revolver. With his steady style, the hit rate is not difficult to imagine.

Amid the sound of gunfire and explosions, there were ghosts and wolves howling in the hall, and thieves jumped and danced in the rain of bullets, just like demons dancing around - but it was a dance of death.

The candlelight sways, white smoke fills, blood mist sprays, and people are like mow grass. The Maitreya Buddha looks down from a high place, and the smile on the corners of his mouth seems to be mocking.

Amid this chaotic howl, there are Ding Xiaoyao's fine tips, Ma Nanchun's thick, and Wang Ping'an's buzzing voice: "Change the magazine (filling the bullets)!"

After finishing the seven shotgun shots by Zhao Lie, he did not fill in the bullets again, but pulled out two pistols and pointed them at the figures running around in the smoke and pulled the machine. One shot, one shot, and a few shots were taken. In the Heavenly King Hall, there were no moving figures in the floating smoke.

However, the gunfire continued, which was obviously due to excessive tension during the first war.

"Stop! Stop!" Zhao Lie shouted seven or eight times in a row, and the gunshot finally stopped.

Zhao Lie asked loudly, "Is anyone injured? Report the number."

"Ma Nanchun has nothing to do."

"Wang Ping is safe and sound."

“…”

"Ding Xiaoyao, Ding Xiaoyao answered!"

"I, I...Brother Zhao, I'm fine..."

Zhao Lie could hear that his voice was trembling, and it seemed that the little guy was frightened. That's right, this is the normal reaction of a general teenager.

Zhao Lie lit the flashlight by the window and carefully illuminated the hall. But he saw corpses everywhere and blood was everywhere. Occasionally, one or two thieves could be seen twitching their limbs, and the sound of dying sucking air was like a broken bellows, like a slumber from hell.

There is no living person.

Three faces popped out from the entrance of the left corridor in front of the window of the left and right corridors: Ma Nanchun and Wang Ping'an were better, both surprised and happy; Ding Xiaoyao was shaking like a slapped man, and his face was so ugly that it was no better than the dead people on the ground.

Zhao Lie jumped into the hall by pressing the window ridge and re-lit the extinguished candle. Ma Nanchun and Wang Ping'an also entered the hall one after another. Ding Xiaoyao rubbed for a long time before pinching his nose and slowly rubbed in against the wall.

The palace gate creaked and pushed open, and Shi Yang lifted the gun.

Zhao Lie raised his chin: "How?"

"Two at the door, I shot two of them. One of them got up and wanted to run away, but Xiao Yi shot her neck... How about it in the hall?"

Zhao Liebang bang his finger: "Everyone is here, you can't die anymore."

Ma Nanchun said, "Where is the monk?"

Shi Yang shook his head: "I haven't seen him, and I don't know if he picked up the thief who was guarding the gate."

Zhao Lie thought for a while: "You can count it and see if the number of thieves is right. At the same time, count the ammunition and make sure how many bullets he fired, and report the numbers to me later. Ding Xiaoyao picked up the bullet shell."

After Zhao Lie said that, he walked towards the palace gate with a gun: "I'll go and see if the monk wants help..."

Before he finished speaking, a person rushed towards him and shouted, "I've made a move."

It turned out to be the fourth place.

Zhao Lie had raised his muzzle. Hearing this, he quickly moved his finger away from the board and frowned and said, "Bao Si, didn't you tell you to watch the mule? What are you doing here? What tricks did you do?"

Bao Si rubbed his hands: "I heard a lot of noise in the temple. I thought you had done something. I hurried to see if I wanted help... Don't worry, the mule was tied up well. As soon as I arrived at the mountain gate, I happened to meet the little monk knocking down a thief. The thief begged for mercy and offered countless treasures hidden in the back hall of the Heavenly King..."

When Bao Si talked about the word "Treasure", his eyes shone with golden light and his voice trembled.

Hearing Bao Si's words, everyone's eyes turned to the two closed carved wooden doors in the back hall behind the Buddha statue.

A burst of rapid steps sounded, and Baosi rushed to the wooden door in a hurry and reached out to pull it.

Ma Nanchun's face suddenly changed: "Wait, the number of thieves is wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, a sound of a spring sounded, Baosi fell to the sky, and a crossbow was inserted into the door.

One person rushed out like crazy, dancing with his hands, running wildly, rushing out of the palace gate, rushing through the vestibule, and rushing out of the mountain gate - the speed was comparable to that of a mouse being chased by people all over the street.

The thief was about to rush out of the mountain gate, and his heart was as he slacked off when he suddenly became dark. The face was hit hardwood with a heavy blow, and the sound of bone cracks exploded on his eardrums like thunder. When he fell to the ground on his back, he heard the Buddha's name:
Chapter completed!