It was late at night.

The candlelight on the treasure hall is flickering, and the golden body of the Buddha is uncertain.

The moon has passed in the middle of the sky, there are still sandalwood rising in the sky, the sound of chanting is faint, the wooden fish is beating one by one, and more than 20 monks sit cross-legged and chant quietly.

When they faced the Buddha, they all forgot about the danger outside the temple and praised the Buddha wholeheartedly.

However, in this otherworldly place, not everyone has refined a heart that is beyond the world. The eyes of the two sturdy monks met, and they got up lightly and quietly slipped out of the hall.

When the guards outside the hall saw them and were about to salute, the taller monk sighed and said in a low voice, "Don't disturb the master's worship of the Buddha." ”

Another monk continued, "Let's go on patrol to prevent traitors from invading." ”

The guard leaned over and watched them go.

The two monks strode to the backyard, and as soon as they reached a place where no one was, they immediately began to complain.

"Why hasn't Uncle Shi come back, I won't have any rice soup in two days. Master doesn't send a message to urge him! ”

"Master, his cultivation is high, and he can starve for a few more days, but we can't! You say, isn't the uncle...... Don't dare to come back? ”

"What nonsense, Uncle Shi's skill is far above the Black Sword Saint, as long as he rushes back, killing the Black Sword Saint is like slaughtering a dog!"

"Such a big thing, the Holy City must have known about it, and Uncle Shi should have come back a long time ago, this is the fifth day...... Think about it, isn't our second uncle also famous, but he can't even catch a palm from others when he really fights! I see, although our uncles and ancestors are all "Great Awakening" Buddhas, their skills are all cultivated through meditation and chanting, and there is a high and profound realm, and it is okay to teach a few thieves, but it is far from enough to fight with outlaws like the Black Sword Saint...... Seventh, don't expect too much from Uncle Shi, we have to think of another idea! ”

Although Monk Gao did not answer, his expression was obviously a little shaken.

After being silent for a moment, he spoke: "Say, did that incident happen to the senior brother?" ”

"Eighty percent of the way!" The dwarf monk said categorically, "Otherwise, how could people come all the way to the door?" Hmph, Senior Brother is really not small, even the daughter of the Black Sword Saint dares to rob ......"

Speaking of this, the two monks had already stepped into the dining room, and someone had already greeted them and brought them a meal.

The two monks scolded while eating, both complaining that they couldn't eat enough, wiped their mouths after eating, casually praised the person who served the meal, and returned the same way.

Out of the dining room, Monk Gao continued the topic just now: "The Black Sword Saint kept saying that it was the senior brother who kidnapped his daughter, and the reason was that someone saw 'the white-clothed monk Wuding brought back a stunning girl', but the second senior brother was also dressed in white, and he happened to save a stunning woman back." Could this be a misunderstanding, you say? ”

The dwarf monk thought for a moment and said coldly: "Even if it's a misunderstanding, the Black Sword Saint won't believe it!" Unless, let's hand over the girl that the second senior brother brought! ”

"Let's go and persuade the second senior brother......"

"The second senior brother moved his heart for that Yun girl, and he made a fuss about marrying a vulgar wife, how could he be willing to pay someone? Moreover, Miss Yun is as beautiful as a fairy, and if she falls into the hands of those bandits in the desert, the end can be imagined, and the second senior brother will not agree! ”

"It's about the safety of the whole temple, how can you be- who is it?"

The high monk suddenly drank violently, and the short monk also assumed a defensive posture, and the two stared at a shadow under the tree as if they were facing great enemies.

A slender figure slowly walked out of the shadows, and under the stunned gaze of the two, he said leisurely: "Don't be nervous, I'm just a traveler passing by." ”

"Traveler? Who to fool! Monk Gao shouted loudly.

The traveler was dressed in a soap robe, his hands in his sleeves, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face, but it was obscured by a layer of fog, and his face could not be seen clearly.

The short monk was about to make a move, but suddenly he felt a trace of indifference, lofty, vast and terrifying aura, although it was only for a short moment, but it made him break out in a cold sweat and couldn't move.

"Come—"

Before the word "human" could be spoken, it was stuck in the throat.

The soap-robed traveler was obviously walking so slowly, but he suddenly appeared in front of the short monk and grabbed him by the throat.

The short monk's sturdy body seemed to have lost its weight, and it was lifted up at random by the soap-robed traveler.

"I passed by the temple and came in to ask for a bowl of water, but I seemed to hear something interesting."

The high monk has a broken heart and gall.

He is a discerning person, although his martial arts skills are not as good as the three leaders of Wuding, Wufang, and Wuxuan, but he is also close to Xuangang's cultivation, how can he not see the horror of this black-robed man!

The short monk and the high monk are only between the two monks, and they were instantly restrained without even having a chance to resist, and the skill of this soap-robed person is probably already in the realm of "Martial Saint"!

'Run! ’

The high monk ignored the plea in the eyes of the short monk, and galloped decisively, and the person rose from the ground like an angry arrow, shooting several zhang away in the blink of an eye, and was about to rush out of the backyard, when he suddenly snorted, as if he had lost all his strength, and fell headlong under the flower bed, never to move again.

The short monk saw the high monk fall to the ground and die, and the horror on his face was even worse, and the soap-robed man held him hostage, only waved his hand casually, and took the life of the high monk lightly. What a terrible murderous technique!

"Running around and screaming, he is your example." The soap-robed man glanced at the dwarf monk and let go of his hand.

The dwarf monk was frightened and frightened, his legs were limp, and he fell to the ground. He felt the cold gaze of the soap-robed man, cold sweat trickled, and he wanted to get up, but his legs were so frightened that he couldn't get up.

"You sit and talk." The soap-robed man said lightly, "I have a few questions for you. ”

"Please, please." The dwarf monk said in a trembling voice.

The soap-robed man pointed at random, and the moonlight in the sky seemed to dim, "I heard that five relics were stolen from your temple?" ”

The dwarf monk swallowed his saliva, and the chick nodded like a peck of rice, "This is indeed the case." ”

"When?"

"Half a year ago."

"Who's the thief?"

"It is said to be the apologetic walker of the Green Hades Temple, and it may also be the killer of the Wind and Rain Tower......

"Supposedly? Possible? ”

The soap-robed man dragged his tone slightly, and the short monk heard great dissatisfaction from it, and he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he kowtowed: "The result of the uncle's calculation with the Six Elephants Method is the Qingyin Palace, but the second uncle's ancestor Tian Sixty-four Hexagrams calculated the Wind and Rain Building, in short, it was done by those two groups of killers, it is either the Green Hades Hall or the Wind and Rain Building, and the adults can go to them in person to ask for clarification......

The soap-robed man was silent for a long time, and his eyes were bottomless.

The dwarf monk felt that the other party's gaze was on his neck, as if he was calculating the position of his hand, and even the bile was about to frighten out, and his face was like earth, and he trembled like chaff.

After a long time, the soap-robed man sighed and asked again: "Recently, I heard that the "white-clothed monk" of your temple saved a little girl? ”

"Those are all rumors spread by the Black Sword Saint...... Eh, no, there is, there is such a thing......" The dwarf monk was flustered and incoherent.

"Is there or isn't?" The soap-robed man's tone revealed impatience.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The dwarf monk finally organized the wording, "Yes, there is such a thing, but the 'white-clothed monk' is not the white-clothed monk that people say by word of mouth, and the little girl is not the little girl that the Black Sword Saint asked. In fact, it was my second senior brother who saved people, and the little girl he saved was not an ordinary person, the second senior uncle said that she was the notorious "peach blossom assassin" on the bonus list, and the second senior brother refused to admit it, so he almost started with the second uncle! ”

"I see." The soap-robed man looked at the dark mountain top in the distance, and his vision was deep, "So Wuding is not in the temple now?" ”

"Not there! He went to the Star Courtyard to go on a date. ”

"What date?"

"A string of Buddhist beads of the four ancestors of this temple was left in the Star Temple, and the Star Courtyard did not return the treasure, and agreed with the temple three hundred years ago to hold a debate conference every ten years, and the winner could get back the Buddha beads. It's a pity that in the past three hundred years, we haven't won once......" Speaking of the sadness of this temple, even if his life hangs by a thread, the short monk can't help but sigh.

The soap-robed man had also heard a little about this in his previous life, and the Star Courtyard and the Kongming Temple did hold a secret debate every ten years, and it was expected that this short monk would not dare to deceive him.

Since there is no fixed body in the Holy City, and there is no other person to save, where did Dong Qiyin go? I traveled all the way, but I didn't find her body, could it be that someone took the first step, kidnapped her, and then blamed Rotten Keshan?

- Who the hell is it?

After more than 200 years of sleep, the soap-robed people have no idea about this new world, and even if they snoop into the heavens, they will only see chaos, the sky is full of fog, and they have no way to start. The black hand who dared to use him as a pawn to lay out, where is it sacred?

The soap-robed man sighed and muttered, "Jiang Hong, Jiang Hong, the guy who brought you back to life didn't have any good intentions......"

He raised his feet to leave, and remembered the dwarf monk again. When I looked down, I saw that the short monk's face was pale and he was paralyzed on the ground.

"Jiang Hong is my name." The soap-robed man smiled at the dwarf monk, "People used to call me the 'Blood Sword Saint'. ”

"Rao—" The dwarf monk cried out in horror, but he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground with a slump.

At the same time as he heard the name of the Blood Sword Saint, he was already doomed to death.

The Blood Sword Saint bypassed the corpse and slowly spit out two words from his mouth: "Star Courtyard ......"

In the next moment, his figure disappeared into the backyard, and there was not a trace of dust in it.

According to legend, there are severe prohibitions left by Yunzhong in the temple, and those who are not practicing Buddhism cannot walk, and the Duke of Doom does not dare to go deeper. Only this strongest sword saint who had risen from the quagmire of death three hundred years ago would dare to take such a risk and move freely in the temple.

A cloudy mist shrouded the barren mountains.

The blood-stained cloak hunted and swayed in the fog.

The Duke of Doom is independent of the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountain temple.

The cloudy mist could not block his vision, and the scene inside the temple was unobstructed.

The monks were so frightened and restless that they could only survive by reciting the scriptures. Within three days, they will collapse.

But there was not much joy in the heart of the Duke of Doom.

With a sharp gaze like a sharp knife, he swept through the bricks and tiles of Kongming Temple, but he still couldn't find any trace of Miss Dong.

For five days, the monks have been bewildered and confused, and they have all entered the eyes of the Duke of Doom. Even how many liters of rice were left in the rice bowl in the dining room, Duke Doom knew exactly what was left. has been forced to such a point, Kongming Temple is still reluctant to hand over people, I'm afraid there is only one answer - they can't hand it over at all.

Perhaps, Miss Dong is really not hidden in Kongming Temple?

However, will the Black Sword Saint, who is already red-eyed, be satisfied with this answer?

Assisting the Black Sword Saint to control the sand dunes for more than a hundred years, the Duke of Doom is by no means a reckless man who can only fight and kill, since the resurrection of the Blood Sword Saint, he has smelled a strong smell of conspiracy!

I don't know which master of arithmetic takes heaven and earth as a game, attracts many strong people as chess pieces, and wants to subvert this red world?

A hundred years ago, the Lin family's "Count the Saint" made a dangerous move, offended the anger of the public, set himself on fire, and was crushed under the claws of Yang Mink's red pink devil. Who dares to defy the world's condemnation and do such a rebellious act?

Except for the hermit in the Star Academy, who still has the ability to deceive sentient beings and cover up the heavens? And even if it's the one in the Star Academy, doesn't he care about the "Yuan Zhen" Heavenly Sword in the Sky City above his head?

The Duke of Doom suddenly stretched out his right hand, his thick five fingers spread, like a lonely poet, wanting to pluck a handful of moonlight. The moonlight here is a white color that is completely different from the dark red sand dunes, but unfortunately it has disappeared into the clouds.

The night is as thick as ink.

The backyard, which was originally unobstructed, suddenly rose with a thin layer of fog as the moonlight dimmed, and the scenery inside was like a mirror, hazy and unpredictable.

When the Duke of Doom saw this scene, he also felt an unusual aura from it, and secretly wondered: Could it be that the monks have found a powerful helper again?

The suffocating cold killing intent flickered away, as if it was just an illusion for a moment. However, the feeling of that moment weighed heavily on his heart like a boulder.

He was about to get closer to see it, when he suddenly looked up, only to hear a slight sound of wind falling from above the nine heavens, like a bird flying, but it also implied the power of the sun and the moon, and before it appeared, it made people feel terrible.

Duke Doom turned.

There was an extra figure behind him.

It was a tall middle-aged Taoist priest, with a dark complexion, holding a whisk in his hand, and looking at the Duke of Doom fixedly, with a majestic and cold expression.

While the Duke of Doom was observing the other party, the Taoist priest was also looking at this legendary and famous figure.

The burly body, the majestic armor, and the blood-colored lines all over the body, three steps away, seem to be able to hear the cry of thousands of unjust souls.

What a sinister Grand Duke! It takes a lot of courage just to stand calmly in front of him!

"In the stone dust of the Lower Star Courtyard, I have seen His Excellency the Duke." The Taoist priest made a mockery.

"Fanghuaguan outcast, stone dust?" The Duke of Doom wore a blood-mottled lion helmet, his expression was inconspicuous, and his tone was sarcastic.

"The fifth knight in front of the Emperor, Shi Chen, the vice president of the Star Academy." The Taoist priest corrected solemnly.

"What are you doing here?"

"By His Majesty's edict, please ask His Excellency the Duke to withdraw his troops!"

Duke Doom's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Taoist priest is also a venerable man who has been in a high position for a long time and does not smile.

The two looked at each other silently.

A red mist suddenly arose on the top of the mountain, it was a misty pink, light as the smoke and rain of spring, but it was condensed like substance, circle by circle, and surrounded the two of them.

Shi Chen's back bowed slightly, and the dust in his hand hung low.

Duke Doom suddenly spoke: "I heard that you are known as the "Yin and Yang Division", and you have the ability to turn the world upside down? ”

Shi Chen replied: "That's a friend who praised ......"

"It's not a bad praise, it's only when you hit it!"

When the words fell, Duke Doom smashed out a punch, and Shi Chen suddenly felt a strong bloody aura rushing towards his face, like a fierce beast in front of him with teeth and claws.

The visions of the surrounding heaven and earth have all turned into ancient and reckless states, adding momentum to this simple and straightforward punch.

Shi Chen found that his connection with the laws of heaven and earth was almost severed, and he knew that the other party was strong, so he moved sideways and retreated quickly. His sleeves were puffed up, and there seemed to be a flow of air flowing through his robe.

With a slight twist of the Duke Doom's right wrist, he had changed direction halfway, and his fist was still driving straight in, smashing straight into the chest of Shichen.

But when his fist burst into Shi Chen's chest half a foot, it was like falling into the water, and he was subjected to heavy resistance, causing a circle of spatial ripples, and his arrogance froze.

There seemed to be a hint of mockery on Shichen's grim face, as if to say, 'Duke Doom is nothing more than that'.

He whisked the dust in his right hand and took advantage of the momentum, and three thousand white silks vibrated and swept towards the door of the Duke of Doom.

But the sneer on his face disappeared in an instant, because Duke Doom's right fist, which was supposed to be trapped in the "Yin Yang Law Realm", suddenly accelerated again, almost like a battering ram, and bombarded Shi Chen's heart.