After the imprisoned monarch decided to give up the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple, no one was relieved anymore. It's not that they're compassionate, it's because of the existence of compassion. Yan Bei is the guardian of the Western Desert, and after the prisoner decided not to get involved in the Xiaolin Temple anymore, all the cultivators who wanted to be unfavorable to the Xiaolin Temple had to put away the greed in their hearts. They knew very well that although the old monk in front of them looked kind, he was definitely a ruthless man. If it really annoys him, I'm afraid that all those who covet the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple will be buried in the Western Desert. And the Xuanya, who was shouting before, was no longer rampant, he retracted his arm in a wrench, and disappeared into the crowd. Xuanya is already scheming and very cunning, and now seeing Yan Beili to protect Xiaolin Temple, he can only suppress the greed in his heart and wait for the opportunity of Kunlun Mountain. Although calm has returned to the outside of Kobayashi Temple, everyone knows that this is the calm before the rainstorm, and the bloody storm is about to hit.

Yan Bei sat outside the mountain gate of Xiaolin Temple for three whole days, Juekong had asked Yan Bei for Buddhist advice before his death, Yan Bei was also very optimistic about Juekong, but he didn't expect that in order to suppress the three giant scorpions, Juekong paid the price of his life. Therefore, Shi Chen and the others, as disciples of Juekong, naturally have to protect Yanbei with all their might.

During these three days, countless more cultivators came to the outside of Xiaolin Temple. Among them were cultivators whom Ling Yu knew, and there were also forces who had never been masked. Nangong Yu, Tu Lie, Gu Chenfeng, Xuandu, Qing Gusheng and others arrived at Xiaolin Temple one after another, as cultivators of Huaxia, they naturally heard the news that the key of Tianque was about to appear. In addition to them, Feng Yichen of the Immortal Domain, the Holy Prince of the Ten Thousand Souls Star Domain and the Baili Linfeng and others under his command, Du Jiuxian and Luan Ji and others, Xuanyuan Moli and Yueyin and others who are close to Huaxia, and even countless powerhouses in foreign lands also came to Xiaolin Temple, all patiently waiting for the opening of the enchantment.

As for Ling Yu, she sneaked into the ancient temple as early as when she saw Luan Ji come to Xiaolin Temple. For Luan Ji, Ling Yu didn't want to, and even didn't dare to face her. Her personality is different from all the women Ling Yu has ever seen, Luan Ji dares to love and hate, knows how to fight, and even took the initiative to show Ling Yu her heart for the person she loves. But unfortunately, Ling Yu's heart had already flown into the immortal realm with Tang Jinxuan. Therefore, Ling Yu could only pretend not to know about Luan Ji's love. Now, there is only one thing in Ling Yu's heart, and that is to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, and then break into the Immortal Realm to find out where Tang Jinxuan is.

Three days later, Shi Chen finally walked out of Xiaolin Temple again, he stepped behind Yan Bei, clasped his palms together, and said respectfully: "Senior, the master's immortal body has been cremated by us. Because of the key of the heavenly que, Xiaolin Temple will become a purgatory on earth, in order not to disturb the master's long sleep, so, after discussing with the uncle, we decided to bury the master in another pure place without gunsmoke. After Shi Chen finished speaking, two lines of tears crossed the corners of his eyes. Although he is a disciple of Buddhism, he does not give birth to the love of men and women, and does not have the desire for wine and meat, but it does not mean that he is hard-hearted, on the contrary, he is relieved of the dust, values love and righteousness, and is compassionate to the heavens and people. Therefore, even if he was born in Buddhism, he still did not see through life and death. Besides, it was Juekong who raised him as an adult. Now that the master who nurtured him has passed away, how can Shi Chen not be sad? Shi Chen's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed that he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

Hearing Shi Chen's words, Yan sighed lightly, he thought for a moment, and said to Shi Chen: "You give me Juekong's ashes, and when the catastrophe of Xiaolin Temple passes, I will take him to the Golden Sky Temple, where the environment is quiet and there will be no wicked people to disturb it, and it is a very ideal place to bury bones." ”

Seeing that Yan Bei was willing to take Juekong back to Jinkong Temple for burial, Shi Chen knelt down on his knees in front of Yan Bei, kowtowed to thank him, and cried bitterly. Too many things have happened in the past two days, Xiaolin Temple was besieged by a giant scorpion, his teacher died, and he confronted countless strong enemies with his own strength, so many twists and turns made Shi Chen a little breathless. It seems that in just a few days, everything has changed. Not only because of the death of his loved ones, but also because of the suffering suffered by Shi Chen, he grew up a lot in a few days. In the midst of the ups and downs, Shichen has tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and the vicissitudes of the world. It turns out that adversity can really make people grow.

"Yanbei, it's been three days now, and it's time for you to make good on your promise. Besides, I think these little novices should also put everything in order. In that case, you can order them to give up the Xiaolin Temple, and don't delay us in finding the Key to the Heavenly Que!" the Imprisoned Monarch stared at Yan Bei coldly and said indifferently.

Looking at the indifferent gaze of the imprisoned monarch, Yan snorted coldly, but a bitterness rose in his heart. In front of the great world, even he, as the guardian of the Western Desert, felt a sense of powerlessness. Now, Huaxia is no longer the Huaxia it used to be, and although he has ambitions for many things, he can't do anything about it.

"Shi Chen, you have to remember that this river and mountain is still the river and mountain of China after all, even if he is invaded by ten thousand tribes, even if he is full of holes, but as long as you have a fighting spirit, then everything is not over. This is true of Xiaolin Temple, and the same is true of Huaxia. Yan Bei didn't pay attention to the Prisoner Monarch, he paused, and continued: "You take Shi Yin and the others away, the affairs here are no longer for you to be able to get involved in." Save your strength and practice well, they can occupy Xiaolin Temple today, and you will definitely be able to take it back and revitalize Xiaolin Temple in the future. The world is like chess, the clouds are treacherous, otherwise the pole can come to Tailai. ”

Seeing the helplessness in Yan Bei's eyes, Shi Chen nodded lightly. He turned his head to Shi Yin at the mountain gate, clasped his palms together, and said, "Senior brother, the senior brothers and uncles of Xiaolin Temple will be handed over to you to take care of." I'm going to enter the enchantment with my predecessors, and there are some things I have to do. ”

"Senior brother, do you want to ...... No, now that the old man's bones are not cold, I can't let you do stupid things. Senior brother, everything is as Yan Bei's predecessors said, when we break into the fairyland, we will definitely be able to get justice for our master!" Shi Yin guessed what Shi Chen meant, shook his head and refused.

After Juekong refined the giant scorpion before, the Prisoner Monarch once slandered the Juekong who had passed away, and the Huaxia Continent was dominated by the dead, even if the Prisoner Monarch was the Star Sea Overlord, in Shi Chen's heart, the other party was not qualified to slander their mentor. Therefore, Shi Chen decided to face the prisoner alone.

"Hmph, little novice, it's good that you want to avenge your dead master, but you have to be self-aware. What do you think, with your cultivation, what can you do with me? To put it bluntly, you are no different from an ant in my eyes, since you want to avenge your master, I don't mind sending you down to reunite with your dead ghost master!" After feeling Shi Chen's killing intent towards him, the Prisoner Monarch sneered, looked at Shi Chen with disdain, and said coldly. When he spoke, a mockery appeared on his face, as if he didn't take Shi Chen in his eyes at all, and that kind of arrogant indifference made Shi Chen very uncomfortable.

"Prisoner! As a generation of Immortal Venerables, you have repeatedly attacked the cultivators of the Saint Realm, don't you feel that you have lost your identity? If you want to fight, I will accompany you, old monk. Seeing the imprisoned monarch slowly approaching Shi Chen, Yan Bei stepped in front of Shi Chen, he clasped his palms together, a touch of gloom appeared in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, just kidding, old monk, don't be so nervous!" Seeing Yan Bei standing in front of Shi Chen, the imprisoned monarch stared at Yan Bei tightly, and then suddenly laughed out loud and said. The Prisoner Monarch laughed harshly, and this moody personality made Yan Bei and Shi Chen's brows furrow slightly.

"Yan Bei, now that the monks of Xiaolin Temple have been cleaned up, you should also let them let Xiaolin Temple out and open the boundary gate to West Kunlun, right?" At this moment, Xuanya, the sect leader of the Xuan Snake Sect, walked in front of Yan Bei, his eyes showed a look of greed that could not be concealed, and urged.

When Xuanya spoke, the other powerhouses surrounding Xiaolin Temple also looked up at Yan Bei. The purpose of these people coming to Xiaolin Temple was to use the key of the Heavenly Que, and now that they heard Xuanya urging them to express their sorrow, the eyes of the strong people from all directions were naturally attracted. In fact, the key of the sky is hidden in Kunlun Mountain, and the strong people do not doubt it, Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, has been the capital of the emperor since ancient times, known as the first sacred mountain in China, and enjoys the reputation of the mountain of ten thousand ancestors. The key of the heavenly que is hidden in the Kunlun Mountains, which is also reasonable. It's just that Xuanya is just a Supreme Realm Demon Clan, and he does this with the intention of forcing the palace. In fact, before Xuanya spoke, he had already felt Yan Bei's temperament clearly. It is already a sure thing that Xiaolin Temple is open to the strong people from all sides, and the reason why he is urging Yan Grief is actually to show favor to the imprisoned monarch. The other party is one of the twelve monarchs of the Flood Wilderness, and Xuanya naturally wants to attach himself to him.

"Yes, old monk, the enchantment of Xiaolin Temple is already the general trend for the strong people from all directions to open, so you don't have to wait any longer. Although you have the protection of the old man, he will not stop us under the oppression of the forces of all sides. As soon as Xuanya's words fell, a delicate voice came.

Hearing those words, a trace of hatred appeared on Yan Bei's face. He had already heard the identity of the person who spoke, and that person was the mirror monarch who had turned into Mr. Cheng to plot against him. Thinking of this, Yan Bei looked at the comer, and said in a cold voice: "I will open the barrier of Xiaolin Temple later, but if you turn into a gentleman and plot against me, I will also settle it with you sooner or later." Mr. and Zhu Huang have already gone to a mysterious place, and it is impossible for him to return to Huaxia. Moreover, what Mr. experienced there made him feel endlessly angry, but the gentleman you turned into was white-clothed Shengxue, who was as rich as jade, which was a big flaw in itself, and I blamed me for being confused for a while and falling for your tricks, so I was hurt by you. Even if you have the protection of the Great Monarch, a person with a vicious mind like you will be punished sooner or later!" The other party turned into a gentleman, not only insulting the prestige of the gentleman, but also dishonoring the guardian, which is really infuriating.

Hearing Yan Bei's words, Ling Yu's heart moved. In Yan Bei's words, it seems that when he was in the sea of stars before, the mirror monarch turned into Mr. Bai and attacked Yan Bei, and he had indeed seen Mr. Bai before. Could it be that the gentleman in white that she saw was also transformed by the mirror monarch? If this is the case, why didn't the other party kill her? With the other party's cultivation, if she made a move against herself, she would definitely not have the slightest possibility of resisting. But if the gentleman in white that he saw was really a mirror monarch, why did he know many things that the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood and Desolation should not know?

"Giggles, it's obvious that you trust the people around you too much, how can you blame me?Old monk, I advise you to put away your hatred for me, it's easy to make a mistake!"

"Hmph!" Hearing the words of the Mirror Monarch, Yan Bei didn't bother talking to her, he turned his head to look at Shi Yin and Shi Chen, and said softly: "Shi Yin, you can lead the disciples of Xiaolin Temple out of here now." Now Xiaolin Temple is on the cusp of the storm and cannot stay for a long time. As for Shichen, stay here!"

After Yan Bei finished speaking, he nodded to Shi Chen, turned around and walked towards Xiaolin Temple. Looking at Yan Bei's figure, Shi Yin gritted her teeth, and finally sighed and led the disciples of Xiaolin Temple to leave the ancient temple. As for Shi Chen, together with Yi Han and others, he followed Yan Bei into Xiaolin Temple. When everyone entered Xiaolin, the powerhouses from all sides also glanced at each other and rushed towards this 10,000-year-old ancient temple. Ling Yu mingled in the crowd, looked at the ancient temple with cigarette smoke, and sighed lightly. He knew that Xiaolin Temple had now become a whirlpool for the entire Chinese people. From today onwards, Xiaolin Temple will be stained with the blood of all races!

Yan Bei led everyone all the way to the back mountain of Xiaolin Temple. The environment here is quiet, the birds are crying lightly, and the water is beautiful and the mountains are green. At the foot of the back mountain, there is an altar. The bluestone laid on the altar is carved with a lifelike landscape map. Yan Bei walked to the altar, clasped his palms together, and an obscure Sanskrit sound poured out. With the sound of his chanting, the landscape picture came to life, the breeze was light, the ancient trees in the picture shook gently, and the fallen leaves fell in the river, causing a little ripple, which was magical. After about a quarter of an hour, the scrolls in the landscape were standing in the air, and the landscapes became translucent.

Yan Bei turned his head to look at the powerhouses of all directions, and stepped into the world of illusion. Looking at the fluctuations that swayed when Yan Bei touched that layer of picture scrolls, Ling Yu knew that the enchantment of the ancient temple had opened.