Returning to Faxiang Temple, he also found a token of the God of Wealth Pavilion on the body of the laughing Tibetan knife, and Lu Hong's expression became serious.

The identities of Xiao Zangdao, He Zhang, and Xiao Lao are already convinced, and they are all minions of the God of Wealth Pavilion, but they are just not able to make Lu Hong feel jealous, what really worries him is Wuchen.

Since Xiaozangdao and the others are hiding in Faxiang Temple, it is very likely that Wuchen has also joined the God of Wealth Pavilion, and the position should be above them.

For Wuchen, Lu Hong's attitude is very complicated, on the one hand, he doesn't like Wuchen's ruthless character, on the other hand, he has to admit that his means and courage are first-class, and when he joins forces, he always gets twice the result with half the effort, and then he thinks about it carefully, but he feels that there seems to be a layer of fog between the two, and all his understanding of him comes from the surface, and he has never understood his heart.

Wuchen must be the same, Lu Hong thought silently, Xinghua, Daoxiang, and Zen Yin have joined forces many times, and they have been born and died together for so long, but they have never let go of each other's vigilance, and no one really treats anyone as a friend.

But who is to blame for this? When they met, they had already experienced a life, and they were no longer white horses and young men who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

I hope there won't be a day of anti-purpose, there used to be a Qianqiu Ba Sword Diagram as a reliance, he thought that this hole card could stabilize the lark and Wuchen, and now after a series of battles, in the short term, Qianqiu Ba Sword Tu can no longer be used, once it is against the dustless sword soldiers, I really don't know who will kill the deer.

Turning his head, he saw that the monks of Faxiang Temple were standing there tremblingly, not daring to advance, not daring to retreat, Lu Hong waved his hand and said: "They want to kill me and I killed them, these grievances have nothing to do with you, you go back to rest after you bury him, Master Xulin stays",

As if they had been pardoned, they hurriedly collected the corpse of the laughing knife and retreated, only Xulin had a bitter face, and his legs were weak.

Lu Hong glanced at him and said, "Apart from them, which other elders in your temple are from the King Kong Gate and the White Horse Temple?"

"There are also Master Dexin, Master Yongnian, Master Yongxin, Master ...... Ring Hatred", he nervously reported eight or nine names in one breath, Lu Hong inquired about the residence one by one, and then searched one by one, but did not find a token of the God of Wealth Pavilion, and then went to the Library Pavilion and the Jinluan Treasure Palace, and did not find any other clues, thought for a while, and asked Xulin: "Which room does your abbot live in?"

Hearing him ask Xu Linden this, his face was embarrassed, and he hesitated to speak.

Lu Hongdao: "Don't worry, only you know what I ask you, and I will never enter the ears of a third person."

Xu Lin shook his head and said: "Donor, it's not that the little monk wants to deceive you, but the abbot's room is too heavy with demonic energy, and even the relics can't be suppressed, only the abbot and a few elders can suppress the demonic qi there with great mana, and others can't even get closer."

"Demonic energy?",

Lu Hong was puzzled, where did the demonic energy come from in the holy land of Buddhism?

He also said: "The few elders you are talking about are the laughing hidden knife, He Zhang and that Xiao Lao?"

Xulin clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, is a virtuous person, Juetong and Huiyuan three masters",

"The three fake monks, they are all people from the God of Wealth Pavilion, of course, only they have the so-called 'great mana'", Lu Hong sneered disdainfully, and said: "Take me to your abbot's room, what those three fake monks can suppress, I can also suppress",

"Yes",

Although he was a little afraid, Xulin still agreed and led the way for him.

Although this young man looks like he is very good at talking, he is actually a murderous person without blinking, and the appearance of laughing and hiding the knife from being slapped with a slap is still imprinted in his mind, so he does not dare to disobey Lu Hong's words at all.

After two bends to the side hall, forward, the Buddha's aura gradually faded, the sacredness and solemnity in the temple seemed to be stripped away little by little, and when he got out of the side hall, even if it was Lu Hong, he felt a sudden burst in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by something, and felt uncomfortable for no reason.

Looking at the room again, it only felt as if it was full of dirty things, and the pure saints of Buddhism had long since disappeared.

"Is that a dust-free place to live?",

Xulin nodded with a pale face.

When he first came here, the monks in the temple told him that the former Famen Branch, the current Faxiang Temple is an ominous place, when Wei Wuself was still alive, this was the most evil branch, the disciples in the door were often inexplicably sucked up of blood and died, successive Dharma masters died unclear, Wei Wuself personally sat in charge is useless, and he can't find out what is famous, so he can only lay down some prohibitions, and tell the disciples to be careful, and try not to go out at night.

After the Famen cloud dispersed, the Faxiang Temple sat here, the abbot and several masters investigated for a long time to find the "magic eye" here, invited thirteen relics to suppress the evil here, and sat here with great mana, which calmed the demonic trouble, but Rao is so easy that the disciples of the sect will never dare to come here, this place is gloomy during the day, let alone at night?

At this time, it was already a starry night, and from a distance, there seemed to be a pair of resentful eyes staring at him in the room, which made his legs tremble.

"Go down, I'll go alone",

Lu Hong is very considerate and authentic.

The room where Dustless lived made him feel the danger as well.

Very strong demonic aura, even if there are thirteen relics sealed, this demonic aura can't be blocked, if there is a living creature in it, with his cultivation, it may not be able to deal with it, let alone a monk who has no power to restrain the chicken?

Xulin was pardoned, and he retreated as soon as he agreed.

Lu Hong said again: "Little Master, listen to my advice, your abbot's ambition is not small, his scheming is deeper, there will be no result if he follows him, the water in this place is deep, you can't cope with it at all, if you don't want to die, leave early."

"It's... Yes...",

Xu Lin was shocked by what he said, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only agree indiscriminately.

Lu Hong didn't care about him anymore, and walked straight to the dust-free residence, and the distant wind blew in his face, forming a whistling sound in his ears, and the scalp of the person who blew directly was numb, and when he walked to the door, he could already faintly hear the strange sound inside.

"Let's go, let's go",

Like the sound of licking your lips after eating, it was particularly terrifying to hear such a sound on such a gloomy night, and a figure was reflected on the door wall just right.

A woman with a disheveled head, visible through the screen window in a blood-like red dress.

The night was as gloomy as water, the clothes were as red as blood, Rao is Lu Hong was bold and couldn't stop the wild beating in his heart, and before the shadow reflected on the door wall turned around, he pushed open the door with a "squeak" and strode into the house.