Not only that, many monks also found that they couldn't locate the Zen Sound Tower where they listened to teachings, the Shaving Room where they took vows, and the Law Enforcement Hall where they were reprimanded?

"No, what's going on?"

"There used to be a large hall here, why is it gone?"

"Fellow brothers, has anyone seen our Novice Monk's quarters? I seem to have lost my way..."

"I also haven't seen the Zen Sound Tower where the Bhikkhus listen to teachings; it should be around here..."

"This is really strange!"

Countless voices filled with confusion rang out, and many monks felt as if they had lost their way, unable to find the original iconic buildings within the temple.

Until a monk who had dived underwater surfaced, his eyes widened in shock as he pointed underwater and said:

"The foundation, the foundation!!"

The nearby monks looked at him in confusion: "What foundation?"

The monk's face was full of terror as he said: "The Shaving Room underwater is gone; now there's only a flat foundation..."

"Wha... what?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding monks' expressions changed dramatically, and then, as if realizing something, they all held their breath and dived underwater.

Then they saw, under the murky water, foundation after foundation.

"Wow, holy crap!!"

In the usually strict Lingyin Temple, at this moment, astonishing shouts burst forth repeatedly.

The monks underwater lifted their heads, full of disbelief, and said:

"We're not lost; it's just that the pavilions and towers originally located here are all gone..."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, countless monks appeared incredulous, their faces full of disbelief, saying, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"

Nobody knew what had happened; they stared at each other, full of bewilderment.

Until a voice arose.

"Is it possible that the flood unleashed by that Snake Demon has an incredibly corrosive power?"

"Have those pavilions and towers already been completely corroded away?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd fell into a brief silence.

Following that were cries of panic and confusion.

"This water is poisonous, run, run!!"

In an instant, the young monks appeared as if they had seen a ghost, fleeing for their lives to higher ground, occasionally stumbling over submerged obstacles, panic-stricken with tears streaming down their faces.

There was nothing they could do.

That rumor, whose origin was unknown, was terrifying.

So many pavilions and towers, corroded away by the flood in mere moments.

These junior monks, with average cultivation, how could they not panic? How could they not be afraid?

"What happened?"

"Why are they all fleeing for their lives?"

From high above, a high monk with a dignified status saw the young disciples fleeing in terror from the water, and this made him furrow his brows with slight unease.

At once, he leapt down, landing beside one drenched disciple, but before he could open his mouth to ask questions, the disciple clutched his sleeve, tears and snot streaming, and cried out:

"Scripture Master, save me, Scripture Master, save me!!"

The Scripture Monk looked displeased: "What exactly is going on?"

He sternly asked, causing the disciple to jolt his Divine Soul and slightly regain clarity, wiping away his tears before pointing behind him and saying:

"My quarters are gone, the Shaving Room where I took vows is also gone, and the Scripture Hall and Precepts Hall have all disappeared."

"They were all corroded away by the flood brought by the Demon Snake."

"I also got splashed by the flood, Master save me, please save me!!"

The young monk was tear-stained and extremely panicked.

The Scripture Monk was momentarily stunned, then became furious: "Do not speak nonsense; this is Linglan River Water, where is there any corrosive poison?"

The young monk urgently said: "It's true, my fellow brothers and I saw it with our own eyes; the pavilions and towers over there have all disappeared, now there's only the foundation left..."

Upon hearing this, the Scripture Monk's anger increased.

"Nonsense, how could there be such a thing?"

He didn't believe it at all, but seeing more and more disciples fleeing up, all saying the same thing, his expression couldn't help but change slightly.

Then he said in a deep voice: "Let me go check it myself!"

Having said that, this Scripture Monk at the Profound Communication Peak immediately leapt forward, arriving at the location of the Scripture Hall he remembered clearly after a few bounds, and plunged underwater, his eyes glowing golden as he looked towards the bottom.

As a result, the scene before him left him stunned underwater.

"What the heck... what is going on?"

He, who always preached to the young disciples, finally swore.

Meanwhile, more and more Scripture Monks and Law Enforcement Monks from the Precepts Hall discovered the anomaly here.

"No, where are those towers? Where are those grand halls?"

Voices filled with perplexity arose, all the monks' expressions were extremely bewildered.

They couldn't figure it out.

How could half of the Lingyin Temple be washed away by a flood?

But if it was truly washed away, there should be no collapsed buildings or shattered stones from palaces, right?

This is just vanishing into thin air?

Was Bai Suzhen's technique truly terrifying to such an extent?

However, looking at the battle situation outside, their own experts didn't seem inferior, and even had a slight upper hand on their side!

Could the methods of the Demon Race truly be this strange?

"What exactly happened?"

The commotion here gradually drew the attention of some truly high monks, who descended like streams of light, and upon hearing the accounts from the monks, several highly cultivated high monks, their eyes shining with divine light, all looked towards the low-lying areas submerged by the flood.

Then, they saw the extremely leveled foundations.

"Damn it, did someone cut off the palaces?" A high monk showed an angry expression.

"Is this... stealing?" A high monk was filled with uncertainty.

"No, stealing is one thing, but who steals pavilions and towers too?" Someone's mouth twitched in disbelief.

But some, faintly guessed something.

"Not good, quickly to the Spirit Scripture Pavilion!"

Upon hearing this, several high monks' expressions changed drastically, turning into streams of light, hurrying towards the location of the Spirit Scripture Pavilion.

But Lingyin Temple is vast, and even though they reacted quickly, it still took them half a minute to fly to the Spirit Scripture Pavilion's location.

However, when they arrived, there was no towering pavilion.

There was only a leveled ground.

Stupor, bewilderment, disbelief, anger soaring to the sky.

All kinds of emotions gradually welled up inside.

At this moment, the expressions of these high monks were universally flushed crimson like pig liver.

They truly couldn't fathom what kind of thief could do something like stealing directly, even stealing the home itself?!

Where is the justice? Where is the heavenly law?

Where is professional ethics?!

"Who's there, get out here, get out here!!"

Several high monks shouted angrily, their voices like thunderbolts, piercing the sky.

The next second, the Black Bear Spirit, unable to fit any more into the Spatial Magical Artifact, voluntarily appeared, and confidently said:

"Master Xiong is here, what can I do for you?"

"So it was you!"

Upon seeing the Black Bear Spirit, the high monks present were filled with rage.

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