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Qin Qian and Lin Qing quickly retreated to Zhang Haoxuan and the others.

Bright red blood kept pouring out of the mouths of the monks of the temple.

Qin Qian frowned slightly, and immediately grabbed his qi vein, and a stream of spiritual power probed into the monk's body, but his dantian was destroyed, and all the spiritual energy disappeared in an instant.

"Useless. I'm so badly injured......" The monk shook his head slowly.

He let out a sigh of relief, one blood-stained hand tightly grabbed Qin Qian's sleeve robe, and the other hand reached into his arms, trembling and feeling out a jade ring and handing it to Qin Qian.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Mingrong, a monk of Fanxing Temple, please help me bring a message to Fanxing Temple and tell ...... Tell me that Master Jing Min Zhenjun, bitter ...... There is a shadow in Haijin Dan. This grace and virtue ......"

Before the words were finished, the man had gone......

Lin Qing sighed lightly in his heart.

Qin Qian flicked his hand to close his eyes, then put away the tokens, got up and put the bodies of the two monks into the storage bag.

The enemy had gone, and the monk surnamed Chen stood up and saluted Qin Qian and the others: "I am Chen Sheng of the Chen clan of Wuzhou, thank you for your help just now." ”

Qin Qian nodded slightly, not caring about this outsider.

The monk surnamed Chen struggled in his heart, turned to face Lu Yuance with an apologetic face: "I misunderstood that Daoist friends stole treasures before, but I am not waiting, and I ask Daoyou to forgive me." ”

Lu Yuance hung down the sea, and because he was seriously injured, his bloodless face became more and more pale against the background of his black hair. Although his injuries were not directly injured by the Chen family, they were all caused by being wronged before, and he was really a little depressed. So his face darkened for a while before he spit out the words: "It's okay".

Sweat flowed down Monk Chen's sideburns, he glanced at the miserable thief not far away, hung his head slightly, and took a small step towards Qin Qian under great pressure: "Several evil people were killed by Daoyou, and the physics obtained should all belong to Daoyou. It's just one of them......"

The monk surnamed Chen paused, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "I have no shame in the next book, but that thief stole my Chen's secret method, which is related to the secret of my clan, I hope that Daoist friends can generously raise their hands and let me bring the secret method back." Wuzhou Chen will have a heavy thanks! ”

Qin Qian's expression was faint. With a slight movement of his hand, the storage bags of the evil cultivators had already reached his hand, and at the same time, a raging fire was ignited, burning the three of them to the ground.

Chen Sheng saw that no one refuted, and Qin Qian did not collect the thief's storage bag, so he was immediately overjoyed.

He hurriedly stepped forward to take the thief's storage bag, and was slightly relieved to see that the secret method was indeed inside. After that, he only took away the secret method and left other things, and collected the bodies of several Chen people in the distance, said goodbye and flew away.

Non-Taihua people, walking, dying.

Zhang Haoxuan helped the seriously injured Lu Yuance.

Qin Qian saw that he was seriously injured, so he said, "Wuzhou will rest for another day, and we will leave the day after tomorrow." ”

"Senior Uncle Qin, when this happens, we originally planned to go to the south bank, but now do we have to change the route?" Zhang Haoxuan asked.

Qin Qian nodded slightly: "Just go to Fanxing Temple to have a look." ”

The next day after returning to the guest house, in order to avoid further turmoil, everyone subconsciously did not go out again.

Qin Qian was very generous, although he killed the evil cultivators, but everyone had a share in the "spoils". In addition to spirit stones, talismans and other things, Lin Qing also got a rare defensive magic weapon.

She took the defensive armor in the room and looked at it carefully for a while, and muttered, "This must be left behind by the evil cultivator who didn't have time to take it out and use it, so she was caught off guard and killed by Qin Qian." ”

She smiled and put it away.

On the day of departure, a guest came. It was one of Chen's Jindan mid-term who led a few foundation building monks who chased people last time to the door, one to apologize, and the other to thank him.

After saying goodbye, Qin Qian took Lin Qing and the others to Fanxing Temple.

Thousands of miles away from Wuzhou, the most vast and spectacular mountain system in the north of the Mio River is called Puyun. This Puyun Mountain system is also the place with the strongest aura on the north shore. Fanhang Temple is located in this mountain system.

Fanxing Temple is the only sect among the major sects in the mountain and sea realm that does not have a large array to protect the mountain, and there are even some mortals living at the foot of its mountain.

The bell rings for a long time, looking at it from afar, the main peak of the Puyun Mountain system seems to have nine platforms from bottom to top, above each platform, the temples with the main color of yellow and gray are continuous, layer upon layer, like a high tower to build.

On the adjacent secondary peak, there is a Buddha statue as high as the sky, sitting solemnly on the lotus platform and facing the main peak.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the Lingxi at the foot of the Fanxing Temple was glowing red under the reflection of the setting sun, and the breeze blew by, sparkling.

A little monk about fifteen years old, with big round eyes, said to the monk who came to carry water: "When, I can also cultivate until the foundation building period." ”

Another peach-shaped face little monk pouted: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, let's cultivate slowly." Fanxing Temple is full of incense, and a little monk like us has no worries about food and clothing, and there is no need to worry about life, what's wrong? ”

The round-eyed monk's eyes widened: "Senior brother, you are too unpursued." ”

The peach-shaped monk disagreed: "Senior brother, how can we monks be so utilitarian......

The round-eyed monk was speechless: they are not ordinary monks, they are still monks! is so unenterprising, no wonder the senior brother started two years earlier than him, but his cultivation is the same as him.

The peach-shaped face monk seemed to see the thoughts of the round-eyed monk, and said mysteriously: "The cultivation is high and you want to go out to do the task, you don't know, I heard that there have been dead people recently!" ”

The round-eyed monk was curious: "What's the situation?" Didn't a few uncles and ancestors disappear a while ago, why did they die this time? ”

The peach-faced monk pretended to shake his head: "The Buddha said: Don't say it. ”

The round-eyed monk pulled his sleeve and said, "Senior brother, don't sell it at the critical moment, tell me about it." ”

The peach-faced monk simply put down the bucket and sat down on the shore: "It seems to me that those missing fellow disciples may have been more than lucky, alas, ......"

"This morning, a few people came from Taihua Sect to bring back the bodies of Mingrong Zhenren and Mingyi Zhenren, and I heard that the two real people were killed by evil cultivators!"

"Evil cultivators?" The round-eyed monk blushed, "No wonder from morning to noon, Fang Feng has been chanting the mantra of the past life, this evil cultivator dares to offend my Buddhism, it is too bold!" ”

"So, it's better to go down less lately." The peach-shaped face monk finally concluded.

At this time, after Qin Qian and the others informed Jingmin Zhenjun of Fanxing Temple of the details, they were arranged to live in the Zhikefeng guest house.

As the sun set, Lin Qing walked out of the guest house, stood on the top of the mountain, and looked at the Fanxing Temple Yu Mountain Range covered in clouds and mist, half bathed in the translucent sunset, and half hidden in the gray and hazy night shadows.

"Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut the dawn, nothing more than that." Lin Qing muttered.

The mountain wind hunted, she turned around and walked slowly down the mountain.

When she met a little novice on the road, she stepped forward cordially: "This little Taoist friend, may I ask which temple Qingyuan Taoist friend is in?" ”

In the Fanxing Temple, except for the few female nuns who have been accepted in recent years, the beautiful female monks are rare to see, and the little novice is a little shy, but his attitude is very respectful: "Returning to the Taoist friends, the free heavenly temple of the Panruo Hall to which the ancestor of Qingyuan belongs." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to a large hall in the distance.

Lin Qing thanked him and walked towards Praruotang.

The bluestone steps went up, Lin Qing slowly walked up, and in the staggered light and shadow, he slowly walked down in front of him.

Looking up, the person also looked at her, looking at each other, Lin Qing's jaw fell to the ground unexpectedly!

ps: Thank you for the monthly ticket voted by the cat who watched the snow. (To be continued.) )