As usual, I passed through a layer of "membrane" and came to the broken temple.

This time, the door of the broken temple was open, and there was no monk in Tsing Yi, and everyone entered the temple.

As soon as they entered the temple, everyone noticed a significant difference from the outside, just now outside, the fog was thick and flowing slowly.

As soon as I entered the temple, there was no fog inside, and the low walls seemed to block all the fog from the outside.

What catches your eye is a small square paved with bluestone slabs.

The crowd walked through the square to the entrance of the main hall.

Nie Feng's family lives in the West District of Jinjiang City, which is a cultural tourism area with a strong historical atmosphere, so there are many temples.

Nie Feng traveled all over this large and small temple when he was a child, and he had a little research on the temple.

Generally speaking, the first hall of the temple layout is the Tianwang Palace, followed by the main hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the treasure hall is generally set up behind the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

As the first hall, the Tianwang Hall is mainly dedicated to Maitreya Buddha, the Four Heavenly Kings, and Wei Dao Bodhisattva.

Nie Feng took a look inside the hall, there was only a statue five or six zhang high.

This statue is not the kind enshrined in ordinary temples, but a male statue wearing a high crown and colorful clothes.

Everyone walked through the hall and ushered in a courtyard, and Nie Feng on the opposite side thought it was a majestic Daxiong Treasure Book, but it was just an ordinary temple, but the momentum was not as good as the first one.

On both sides of the courtyard are various wings, which can be used for accommodation, kitchen or other purposes.

Someone assigned a room, and everyone went back to their rooms.

Nie Feng and Four-Eyed Boy were arranged in the same room again this time, probably remembering the bizarre journey all the way, looking at the current strange situation, this guy was a little panicked.

"Brother Feng, why did someone follow us just now, and how many people died?"

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, you must help me!" Four-Eyed Boy asked Nie Feng for help, "Something is wrong here." ”

As for what was wrong, he couldn't say it himself.

"Brother Feng, I saw you practicing, I pretended to be asleep a few times, and when I saw the white gas coming out of your head, I knew that you were real kung fu. ”

Nie Feng didn't feel it, it seems that this guy is not stupid, he is usually confused, but his heart is clear.

At that moment, he said: "Don't worry, I'm here with you." ”

In fact, Nie Feng also muttered, it's just an exam, why bother to go so far to come to this mysterious place, it is strange everywhere, and it is really amazing.

"I heard Li Le say that our batch of candidates all have a kind of mysterious blood on their bodies, and this time in addition to the exam, we also have to choose a few inheritance martial arts ......" Four-eyed Boy Mystical Dao.

It seems that the last exam of the ancient temple was actually to test whether everyone had S blood type, no wonder their own ghost peach talisman could also be selected.

Nie Feng nodded, and asked at the moment: "I seem to have seen that the student who vomited blood yesterday also came, is he locked up here?"

Four-Eyed shook his head, he didn't know the specifics of the matter.

At noon, when eating in the cafeteria, a teacher announced discipline, and when he heard that the person who violated the discipline was about to be locked up in the basement, Nie Feng's heart couldn't help but move.

......

A light like a bean.

The fat man put down the pages of "Miscellaneous Treatises on the Cutting of Walls" that he had translated, and let out a long sigh.

This exercise is only a thousand words, but it introduces several ways to open up the dantian holes, all of which are swords that go sideways.

What ten thousand thoughts become obsessions, obsessions break the dantian;

What fate hangs by a thread, life and death open the door of heaven, push the door to see the dantian;

This, this, this whimsical, nonsense!

......

The second hall is not as good as the first one in size, momentum and pattern, but it is also exquisite.

After lunch, Nie Feng walked in, lit a stick of incense in a fake way, and looked at the furnishings inside.

There are no statues here, only a mural in the middle.

In the mural, there are eleven people with different looks and different clothes, either chanting, meditating, meditating, or dancing.

"Brother Nie, you are worshipping incense!" With a crisp voice, I saw Li Le walking in with two lunch boxes.

"Well, what's on this mural? Nie Feng asked.

"My sister is talking about eleven believers in God, and I don't know the rest. ”

"God, what god?" Nie Feng remembered the statue of a man wearing a high crown in the first hall.

"I don't know, legend!" Li Le shook his head, and then walked to the side door.

There was an iron fence there, and she took out the key to open it and said, "Brother Nie, I'll go down and deliver food." ”

"Well, who are you sending food to?" Nie Feng said, vaguely with an answer in his heart.

"To that bad guy. ”

The basement, the locked iron fence, the delivery of food, strung these words together, and the answer in Nie Feng's heart was about to come out.

Nie Feng walked around the temple, secretly remembering the situation around him, and when he walked to the mountain gate, he found that the door was already closed.

It seems that it is generally forbidden to go out.

Looking at the surrounding and the dense fog in the sky, this fog is like an inverted basin, covering the ancient temple inside, people are in the ancient temple, the temple is in the fog, indescribably weird.

Gradually, he was a little dizzy, Nie Feng thought he had a cold, and went back to the house to lie down for a while, but he didn't expect that it was already night when he woke up.

Just arrived at the meal, and went to the canteen to eat something, to be honest, the food here is still good, mainly when I came in, the big bags of ingredients were well prepared.

The groggy feeling at noon hit again, Nie Feng rested early, and the routine meditation at night actually fell.

When I woke up the next day, I asked about the other people during the chat, and they were similar to myself.

Nie Feng was alert, and he paid attention when eating, although the martial artists and classmates ate together, there was something they didn't touch from beginning to end.

That's a pot of broth!

When he ate that day, Nie Feng didn't drink soup, and he no longer had that feeling of drowsiness.

Thinking of the words and deeds of these people along the way, and the strange scenes in the ancient temple, Nie Feng believed that this place must be an important stronghold of a certain evil sect!

These so-called teachers and warriors who stayed behind must be the core members of this evil sect!

This time, gathering so many students together is by no means as simple as cultivating a few martial artists as the Four Eyes said, there must be a big conspiracy behind this!

Of course, these students are innocent, but most of them have been bewitched.

Also, Li Le's simple little girl, she may not know many things.

The next night, during dinner, Nie Feng deliberately spilled a bowl of hot broth on a teacher.

He observed for a while, and the teacher had a very bad temper and was very irritable.

On the few occasions when he clashed with other people, he was the most arrogant and loudest, like an aggressive little rooster.

As expected, the teacher stood up and scolded.

Tsk, this little temper is burning!

Nie Feng didn't show weakness, and after a few words, the little grumpy teacher was furious, and he slapped him in the face.

The left side of Nie Feng's face suddenly turned red, "Damn, you hit someone!" Nie Feng threw himself at the little temper.

In fact, the slap Nie Feng just now could have been easily avoided, but he deliberately pulled away and made his voice ten percent sufficient.

Acting, you must devote yourself to it!

A right hook slashed through the air and landed heavily on the little grumpy's nose.

Poof, blood gushing out, like a brilliant flower.