Chapter 70: The Majesty of the Thundering Temple

One can imagine, who will be a person who speaks on the river?

You must know that the river is so turbulent that it is impossible to sail at all.

If you are not a monk, how can you step on the river?

And this place is so close to the Lei Ling Temple, where did the monks come from?

In fact, the answer is already very clear.

Han Tianyun couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

Originally, he also wanted to keep the secret of the generator for a while, and it would be great if he could make himself successful.

Less than two hours after the telegram was sent, the secret seemed to be revealed.

As the guys at the door scattered and dodged, a white-eyed old monk in a gray robe slowly walked in.

"It's you!" Han Tianyun and Wu Yu called out almost in unison.

Lao Zhuang on the side watched the old monk slowly walk into the room with caution and did not speak.

The moment Han Tianyun saw the old monk, he was startled at first, but soon felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, it was not the monks of the Lei Ling Temple who came, so everything seemed to have room to turn around.

After all, the old monk didn't hurt him.

Although there was a disgusting stain such as feeding him residual juice, it could be regarded as saving his life.

"What is this machine called?" the white-eyed old monk asked with a slight frown, staring at the current swirling around Han Tianyun's body.

"Generators. ”

"Can you create an aura?"

"Not bad. ”

"Then why isn't it called a spirit machine?"

"Because ......" Han Tianyun thought for a while and asked rhetorically, "Then are you called Thunderbolt or Thunder Spirit?"

"Haha!" the old monk laughed hoarsely, and a hand suddenly pressed on Han Tianyun's shoulder.

Han Tianyun only felt that the current on his body suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the old monk's hand.

"Well, yes! It's just a little thinner. The old monk slowly withdrew his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you increase the richness of the aura?"

"Naturally!" Han Tianyun thought for a while and said, "If you cut off this big river, build a dam, and build dozens of generators ten times larger than this, you can generate hundreds of millions of volts of electricity." ”

"Oh?" the old monk imagined the picture depicted by Han Tianyun, his face became very strange, and he smiled for a while: "Yes! What does it mean to have hundreds of millions of volts of electricity?"

“......”

For a while, the cold sky clouds didn't know how to explain.

The old monk glanced at him, didn't dwell on the problem anymore, and turned to look at Lao Zhuang who was pestle on the side.

"Can your Wu family eat this generator?"

He spoke lightly, as if he were just chatting with someone.

But Lao Zhuang fell into a fierce ideological struggle because of this, raised his head several times and wanted to speak, but finally unwillingly lowered his head to ponder.

Finally, he sighed before slowly replying: "In front of the mountain gate of Leiling Temple, how dare the Wu family make a mistake. ”

"Oh, what do you mean, if you leave Kyoto, you still dare. The old monk still asked questions.

But in Lao Zhuang's ears, it was a naked threat, which made him have cold sweat on his face.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and said: "The Wu family has a relationship with the royal family, so naturally it will never be possible to oppose the Lei Ling Temple, and what the Wu family values is just business." ”

"So, who should this generator belong to?"

The old monk squinted at Lao Zhuang and asked lightly.

"Nature......" Lao Zhuang seemed to be extremely reluctant to give up this generator, but because of the old monk's obscenity, he finally had to grit his teeth and say: "Naturally, it is the Lei Ling Temple, so that he can play the role of benefiting all people." ”

"Okay, let's go!"

The old monk listened to his words, waved his hand and signaled that they could leave, and the cold words seemed to be calling a subordinate.

However, although Lao Zhuang was covered in cold sweat and his face was distorted, he didn't dare to refute at all.

"Hey, old monk, don't deceive people too much, this generator was made by me and Han Tianyun. ”

Wu Yu was fearless and ignorant, and he didn't think about the existence of the Lei Ling Temple behind the old monk at all, so he immediately shouted indignantly.

"So, you stay. The old monk glanced at Wu Yu and said lightly.

"Thank you, monk!" Lao Zhuang, who was extremely depressed, suddenly heard this, and suddenly felt like he had won the jackpot.

smiled and thanked the young master.

"Cut, you think brother is rare, you old ...... Bald ......"

Before Wu Yu finished scolding, he saw that the old monk's sleeves moved lightly, and he had involuntarily bumped into Han Tianyun.

"Ahh

Wu Yu directly let out a miserable scream from the electrocution all over his body.

When Han Tianyun reacted and pushed him away, he was already trembling and falling to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing.

"Young Master!" Lao Zhuang hurriedly rushed over, pinching the tiger's mouth again, and rubbing his chest for a long time, Wu Yu gradually calmed down.

"Stand down!"

Before Wu Yu could come to his senses, the old monk waved his hand impatiently again, signaling Lao Zhuang to take people away.

"Yes, please bear with the monks, my young master is used to being arrogant. ”

Where did Lao Zhuang dare to disobey, got up and saluted him, and said solemnly.

"It doesn't matter. The old monk replied coldly.

"Farewell. Lao Zhuang gave another salute, slowly withdrew from the door, and then led the men out.

"If today's events are leaked, I will chop up this boy and feed it to the dogs. ”

At the moment when Lao Zhuang was about to climb the ditch with someone, the old monk's cold words suddenly came from the bungalow, making him almost roll down the slope.

"Do you hear that? You sons and bitches listen to Lao Tzu, whoever dares to talk nonsense, I will kill your whole family. ”

Lao Zhuang's eyes turned red instantly, and he gritted his teeth and yelled at the guys.

Then Lao Zhuang took this group of trembling and walking on thin ice and left quickly.

Only three people were left in the room: Han Tianyun, Wu Yu and the white-eyed old monk.

There was also the sound of rushing water and the humming of generators.

It was quiet for a while.

"As if you haven't asked my opinion yet. ”

After a while, Han Tianyun stared at the white-eyed old monk and said slowly.

"Who cares?" the white-eyed old monk glanced at him and asked coldly.

"I care!" Han Tianyun suddenly felt angry and exclaimed in annoyance.

"If you cared, you wouldn't have built this thing here. The old monk threw him a perceptive look and said slowly.

"Hmph!" Han Tianyun felt a chill in his heart, only feeling that his life, life, and even his thoughts seemed to be controlled by this old monk.

Again, this unpleasant feeling reappeared.

The last time was when I was under the demon tree.

At that time, he was like a chess piece, and every move was under the calculation of the demon tree.

At this time, the old monk once again gave him this feeling.

"Do you know that I will build this machine?" asked Han Tianyun through gritted teeth.

"I don't know!" replied the old monk simply.

"But you're going to make some noise. ”

"Why?" Han Tianyun wondered.

"Because you're in a hurry!" the old monk smiled faintly and walked out as he spoke.

"You know that?" asked Han Tianyun persistently.

"Didn't you say it yourself?" said the old monk as he walked slowly out of the door, smiling.

Han Tianyun couldn't help but choke there again, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

I did tell Lao Zhuang that I was in a hurry to find someone.

But this old monk also heard it, is he not able to listen to the wind?

Or is there nothing that can be hidden from him within a radius of this Lei Ling Temple?

"Where are you going?"

Seeing him walk away, Han Tianyun asked anxiously.

"Go back!"

The old monk left two words, and with a flick of his sleeves, he had disappeared without a trace.

Leaving only the thoughtful cold clouds, standing in the swirling electric light.

The appearance is a little infiltrating!