Just when Li Cong, the Jinyi guard, reported to the family of the Great Liang State Official, in a remote alleyway outside the Great Xiangguo Temple in Tokyo City, a scarlet light lit up, and a figure appeared in it.

When the scarlet light dissipated, Fang Xiu walked out of the remote alleyway and looked at the Great Xiangguo Temple.

In the second half of the night, the hustle and bustle of Tokyo City has gradually dissipated, and there are no pilgrims in front of the Great Xiangkokuji Temple, but the vermilion gate is still open to welcome guests from all over the world.

There are only two monks in front of the vast temple, but it still shows a solemn atmosphere, and it seems that there is really a Buddha sitting in the temple.

Fang Xiu slowly retracted his gaze, he didn't wait for Li Cong in place, but entered Tokyo City, because he wanted to meet the real masters of this world.

Since this is going to be a newbie village, then he always has to try how deep the water in this world is, otherwise how to write a background introduction to the game?

And Fang Xiu's goal is - Daxiangguo Temple.

In Wang Mudao's memory, he once heard his father Wang Shi say that the place with the most masters in the world is this Tokyo City at the foot of the Son of Heaven, so that many people in the rivers and lakes dare not come to the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is not even a decent master in the ghost town, and the masters in Tokyo City are also pressed by the court and have almost no sound.

Because of the Great Xiangguo Temple, the Three Mountains Fu Gong Heavenly Palace, the Imperial City Division, the Si Rite Supervisor, the East and West Factory, the Jinyi Guard, and the Zongzheng Mansion, each of which is a big mountain pressed on the rivers and lakes, and there are countless masters in each of them.

Temples are higher rivers and lakes.

With a swipe on his cheeks, Fang Xiu quickly regained his original appearance, and the clothes on his body quickly turned into night clothes.

Stretching out his hand to put on a pure white mask, Fang Xiu's eyes jumped scarlet, and he strode towards the Great Xiangguo Temple, and the third-level warlock and intermediate warlock-the hermit man launched at the same time.

The two monks at the gate of Xiangguo Temple seemed to have not seen Fang Xiu at all, and let him swagger into the Great Xiangguo Temple.

After passing the mountain gate, there were no monks in sight, and after passing between the second floor of the bell and drum, Fang Xiu walked directly into the Heavenly King Palace.

The entrance is a huge statue of Maitreya, smiling often, with a big belly facing the sky, and on both sides are the four heavenly kings with angry eyes, and there is only one tall monk with a robe on his shoulders in the entire Tianwang Palace, sitting in the center of the Tianwang Palace.

At the moment when Fang Xiu walked into the Bell and Drum Tower, the monk turned his head as if he sensed something, revealing a face full of flesh and a fierce look and looked behind him.

After seeing the empty temple behind him, he frowned and sat up again.

Fang Xiu paused, and when the fierce-looking monk turned to look at him, he actually had a feeling as if a fifth heavenly king with a fierce face and angry eyes had come to life.

It wasn't until the tall monk turned around that he felt a sigh of relief, the power of this world seemed to be stronger than he had imagined.

In other words, Wang Mudao's own martial arts cultivation is too low, so that it lowers his judgment of this world's martial arts system.

"I don't know what realm this tall monk is." Fang Xiu said secretly in his heart.

According to Wang Mudao's memory, the martial arts power system of this world is divided into six realms, refining and refining the qi, refining the qi and returning the spirit, practicing the spirit to return to the void, reversing the void, and being pure yang.

These six realms are also known as the cultivation of the form and refinement of the essence and the day after tomorrow, the refining of the essence and the transformation of qi is called the congenital, the practice of the qi and the return of the gods is called the grandmaster, the practice of the gods and the return to the void is called the great grandmaster, the anti-void and the way is called the land immortals, and the pure yang is called the celestial.

Wang Mudao is just a small cultivator, he has never seen a real master, or he saw it when he was a child, but he himself didn't realize it, so he misled Fang Xiu.

Now it seems that Fang Xiu needs to re-evaluate the martial arts system of this world.

"This monk has the strength of a second-level high-level warlock, and his state is unstable, it seems that he will soon reach the strength close to that of a third-level apprentice warlock."

And at this moment, the hoarse voice of the Book of Warlocks sounded in Fang Xiu's mind.

"You can still feel the strength of the other party?" Fang Xiu communicated with the Book of Warlocks.

The Warlock's Book said hoarsely, "I'm an eternal alchemy item, are you underestimating me?" ”

"Can you feel how many masters there are in this temple?" Fang Xiu asked rhetorically.

"I can use the spell to investigate, but the spell below the third intermediate level will be detected by them, and above the third intermediate level, you will be polluted by the power of chaos." The Warlock's Book replied.

The Book of Warlocks has always been able to cast high-level warlock magic, but after merging with Fang Xiu, it itself can not carry this kind of pollution when it casts high-level warlock magic, and crossing two levels is the limit, no matter how high it is, it will go crazy like the original master of the warlock civilization.

Fang Xiu frowned when he heard this, and then said, "I understand." ”

He took a deep look at the burly monk sitting in the center of the Heavenly King Palace, and then Fang Xiu bypassed him directly, and after passing the Vedic statue and the release pool, he walked directly into the Mahavira Treasure Hall.

On the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Buddha statue stands tall, majestic and solemn, the incense is pervasive, a bunch of monks chant here, and the sound of the wooden fish beating is endless.

In the middle of the group of monks sat three old monks, just when Fang Xiu walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the fat monk in the middle opened his eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, and closed his eyes and continued to chant after finding nothing.

The voice of the Warlock's Book continued to sound: "This fat monk in the middle also has the strength level of a second-level high-level warlock, but it is even worse than the evil monk in the Heavenly King Palace, the two big ones around him are much worse, about only a little stronger than ordinary people, and a few of these little monks are not bad, and they have the level of a first-level intermediate warlock." ”

Fang Xiu's brows furrowed deeply, he felt what it meant to be a master at this moment, but in the two main halls, he had already seen a master comparable to a second-level high-level warlock, and he didn't even know how many masters were hidden in the Great Xiangguo Temple.

It stands to reason that the exposed masters are far inferior to the hidden masters, so this Great Xiangguo Temple is a little terrifying.

However, Fang Xiu continued to bypass the Daxiong Treasure Hall and walked into the Arhat Hall behind.

Since he is here, then he must really touch the bottom of the Great Xiangguo Temple, otherwise wouldn't he come for nothing?

The Arhat Hall is relatively quiet, with eighteen Arhats standing on both sides, becoming ghosts and gods, and only one little monk is sweeping the floor.

Fang Xiu did not stop, continued to walk back, after crossing the two stele pavilions, he saw the tallest building in the entire Daxiangguo Temple, the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There are lights on every floor of the entire tower, and from a distance, there is a feeling that people faintly feel the Buddha nature.

Fang Xiu walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the moment he stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he saw a thin old monk on the first floor who was copying scriptures, and the old markings could already be seen in his palms, but the light in the eyes of the whole person seemed to be brighter and brighter, and there was a faint compassionate Buddha appearance.

Nobody, no self, no beings, I am human, I am for me, I am for all beings.

After Fang Xiu walked in, the thin old monk looked directly at Fang Xiu, and the voice of the Warlock's Book immediately rang out.

"This old monk already has the level of a third-level intermediate warlock, and he will soon enter the third-level high-level warlock, you have been seen through by him, retreat."

Fang Xiu retreated instantly without any hesitation, but to his surprise, the old monk didn't chase him out at all, and even just glanced at him and went back to copy the Buddhist scriptures, as if he was just a little curious about why he came here.

"The master is like a cloud, if this is really the game world, it should be a top-level copy."

Fang Xiu, who retreated to the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, shook his head, he was not ready to continue exploring, the old monk he had just seen had proved that the high-end combat power of this world was far beyond his imagination, and if he continued to explore, he would encounter a master, but he would not necessarily be the same as this old monk.

Although he can use the dimensional passage to leave at any time, once he does, he will always waste the power of chaos stored in the Warlock's Book, and this is not a good deal.

All the way back to the Arhat Palace, when Fang Xiu was about to withdraw all the way from the Great Xiangguo Temple, the little monk who swept the floor of the Arhat Hall suddenly put down the broom in his hand, carried a bamboo basket, stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone seat under the dragon Arhat, and walked into the secret door in it.

Fang Xiu paused for a moment, and then followed, he was very curious, what was under this Arhat Palace.

The little monk who entered the tunnel yawned as he walked into the depths of the tunnel, and after opening a huge iron door, a figure appeared in the field of vision.

His clothes seemed to have not been changed for a long time, and they were in tatters, and his long hair covered his face, making it impossible to see his face.

Chains extended from all sides of the dungeon and locked his limbs and pierced his lute bones, but even so, his muscular frame showed that he was still getting well.

After seeing this person, the voice of the Warlock's Book rang in Fang Xiu's ears again.

"This guy has the strength level of a third-level junior warlock."

Fang Xiu narrowed his eyes and just stood there looking at everything that was happening in front of him.

The little monk yawned while muttering: "Dumb donor, I held a festival tonight, the little monk I didn't sleep all night, I won't be able to get up during the day tomorrow, I can only bring you tomorrow's food at night, you weigh the little monk, when I am still growing my body, I have to sleep more." ”

As he spoke, the little monk quickly took out the rice from the bamboo basket and put it on the ground, and then put away the food that had been placed on the ground.

After putting down the meal, he paused and yawned again before saying, "This time there is no rice porridge you like to eat, only steamed buns. ”

Seeing that the person in front of him did not react, the little monk was not surprised, but scratched his head and said: "Dumb master, the master said that you are a hero, so you live on top of your head and feel uneasy, and go out to travel all over the world, but he left me behind, you say that he did it on purpose, but it is right to fall, he is always a careless person, I don't know if he eats well after going out." ”

The little monk was in the dungeon, and a person was talking to the man, and as he spoke, the little monk who couldn't remember where he said yawned again, shook his head, stood up, and said:

"Master mute, I really can't hold it anymore, so let's stop here today."

Saying that, the little monk took the vegetable basket and turned to leave, and after the little monk left, the man glanced in the direction where the little monk left, and then he saw a person with a pure white mask.

"Who is your turtle son?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Fang Xiu also saw the blue-faced fangwen tattooed on the face of the person in front of him, and a memory of Wang Mudao suddenly appeared in his mind.

Wang Mudao's father Wang Shi had a heavy face after returning from the court one day, and Wang Mudao vaguely heard his father scolding the privy envoy Han Qing for how to deal with it as a possible sin, which made the soldiers serve in the future.

Later, Wang Mudao heard that the privy envoy Han Qing was dead of sores, and he also asked his father, Wang Shi said with a complicated face at that time: Even if he is dead, he can't come out after all.

Fang Xiu immediately realized that the person who was locked up should be Han Qing, the privy envoy of the mighty Xilong back then, and he asked in a cold voice:

"Han Qing?"

"There is still anyone who remembers Lao Tzu, your turtle son is a member of the imperial court?" The man who was chained looked at Fang Xiu with a smile and directly admitted his identity.

Fang Xiu shook his head and said, "No, I'm burning, you can understand it as someone from a secret organization, I came to invite you to join us, and as a reward, I will let you go." ”

"Burning?"

Han Qing raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, chewed on the name and said, "What do you want Lao Tzu to do?" ”

………

"Dang!"

In Tokyo City, in the Great Xiangguo Temple, the bronze bell echoed, and the entire Arhat Hall was directly overturned, and the fire soared into the sky in an instant.

The sound of a huge bell and the sound of the ground shaking could be heard within a radius of twenty miles, and someone faintly heard the sound of "Lao Tzu came out".

For a while, it is estimated that everyone in the entire Tokyo City woke up from their sleep, and countless masters headed towards the Great Xiangguo Temple.

At this time, Fang Xiu was looking at the place where the bronze bell rang in the distance, and in the next second, the scarlet light lit up, and he disappeared in place.

………

When the morning sun illuminated the ancient land again, Fang Xiu saw Li Cong of the Hundred Households of Jinyi Guard again, and his whole person was a little tired, as if he had not slept all night.

The first moment he saw Fang Xiu, he retreated and said hoarsely, "The official family agreed." ”

"I knew he would." Fang Xiu said with a mockery.

Li Cong looked at Fang Xiu cautiously and said, "Remember, you only have one year, and if you exceed a year, you will die." ”

"Don't threaten me, what about my stuff?" Fang Xiu said coldly.

"This is the token, the embroidered spring knife, and the flying fish suit."

After Li Cong handed over the things in his hand to Fang Xiu, he continued: "The gold you want is outside, the officials of Henan Mansion have been waiting for you for a long time, you better hurry." ”

Fang Xiu looked at him deeply and said, "Don't worry, I'm even more anxious than you." ”

It's not just me, but even the fourth natural disaster that pre-ordered the game is estimated to be in a hurry.