As if he intended to cooperate with Fu Yan and others, Qingge also planned to enter the Hanging Mi Temple on the morning of the first day of June. Fu Yan was stunned for a long time when he heard her words, and he didn't understand why she had waited so long.

Fu Yan felt guilty in his heart, he had been serving Qingge for the past few days, serving tea and water, although he didn't win a good face, but he was just much more comfortable.

Taking advantage of the evening, he practiced his internal strength well, and tried to touch the liquid block in the depths of the dantian with his internal force again, but after a few times of no reaction, Fu Yan was furious. Directly with all his strength, the internal force frantically surged towards the liquid block, so something really happened.

If it weren't for Hou Xubai and others holding him down, I'm afraid this inn would have been demolished.

The two killers Ruhua and Remnant Leaf also came, Hou Xubai told them the plan in front of Fu Remnant, and the two of them accepted the money and readily agreed. After all, it was not difficult for them to kill three old monks who were automatically sent to the door.

After that, Hou Xubai called Fu Yan to the room again and expressed his worries, saying that the main messenger behind the pursuit of Gu Jing had not appeared, and he was very uneasy, and he always felt that someone might interfere in the operation of the Hanging Mi Temple.

But the enemy is dark and I am clear, and it is really impossible to prevent it, and my own side is really limited, and I can't do it if I want to prevent it, so I can only act carefully, and I must do the most critical part.

That is, to hold Qingge hostage.

With Qingge in hand, the master of the Qingjie is easy to control, and with the Qingjie in hand, everything is easy to do.

Hou Xubai also said frankly that the movement of the day may be very large, and it will even provoke other forces, so that Fu Yan is ready to adapt to the situation, save people and leave, and must not renew branches.

Regarding Hou Xubai's words, Fu Yan naturally obeyed his words, but he felt a little more sorry for Qingge in his heart.

The grace of saving lives, the hatred of hostage, and the sins of the same family, these favors do not know when they will be repaid.

But there was no way out of everything, and Fu Yan also understood more and more the weight of a Methodist Soldier Solving level master, and this watershed was far higher than the watershed between the Transformation Realm and the Grandmaster. Three or four masters at the peak of the Transformation Realm may be able to fight with the Grandmaster in the early stage.

But three or four Grandmaster peak masters couldn't even catch a move from the early stage of the Methodist Liberation.

As for the qualitative changes in this watershed, Fu Yan had no intention of thinking about it, he just wanted to rescue Gu Jing and bring her back to the Ten Thousand Poisons Villa intact.

Speaking of Ten Thousand Poison Villa, Fu Yan was even more uneasy in his heart, according to Hou Xubai, Longxiang Villa and Ten Thousand Poison Villa had fought several times, and the situation over there was not clear.

Since Gu Jing was hunted down, too many things have happened, and they have already involved the top schools in the rivers and lakes.

Yanshan Sword Sect, Qingcheng Mountain, Ten Thousand Poison Villa, Black Lotus Demon Mountain, and Dafeng Hall have appeared one after another, and now to the Hanging Mi Temple, everything seems to have been planned.

Fu Yan didn't dare to think too deeply, because the deeper he went, the more powerless he felt.

In the past few days, in addition to testing the liquid left by the black iron snake gall in the depths of the dantian, he has also carefully studied the third sword of the nine-style sword technique in the "Remnants of the Desolate Sword Scripture".

The third piece is called the Robbery Sword, which is a sword of sword intent, with sword intent, turning ten thousand forces into a point, unstoppable, and breaking the qi. It is similar to Zhu You's forbidden sword, the difference lies in the use of sword intent and the condensation of momentum.

It's just that all the sword intent should be completely condensed in one point, and all the momentum should be concentrated on the tip of the sword, and Fu Yan couldn't do it just by asking.

This desolate nine swords, each sword has the meaning of each sword, Fu Yan was a little shocked in his heart, if all the nine swords are practiced, even if he doesn't use these nine sword moves, I'm afraid that the swordsmanship has already surpassed the times.

Because this sword move is like being born to practice swords, not to kill.

After a night of silence, it was finally dawn, and the real wind and rain were coming.

On the first day of June, the weather was sunny and windless.

It is advisable to marry, travel, and sacrifice.

Fu Yan, Sikong Lanyue, Hou Xubai, He Huanyu, Jiangnan Gongzi, Duguxiong, Che Feiyuan and others stood in the room, each holding a large bowl of wine in their hands.

The seven of them looked at each other, and the big bowls in their hands suddenly collided together, and then they all raised their heads and drank!

Fu Yan wiped the liquor from the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "Go!"

There was a bang, and all the wine bowls smashed to the ground, and everyone strode out of the room.

The rising sun cast on the indifferent faces of Fu Yan and the others, shining a heavy cloudy and sunny day.

The streets were full of people and hustle and bustle, and the seven of them were facing forward side by side, with a tidal momentum.

Everyone looked at them, afraid to avoid them.

They looked ahead, murderous intent.

The path is narrow and hard as a stone due to the long time it has been trampled on.

Three carriages passed slowly, loaded with food, and a dozen or so lay disciples kept shouting at the tired horses, hoping to return to the mountain as soon as possible.

The sun is shining, the scenery is picturesque, and it's time to kill!

Fu Yan and Sikong Lanyue glanced at each other, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place, and then, there was a sword in the sky!

Under the strong strength gap, several people fell to the ground screaming one after another, and blood trickled down their throats. The survivors were terrified and wanted to escape, but were stopped by Fu Yan and others.

The lean horse was frightened and raised his hooves, but he was bound by the reins and could not escape.

Jiangnan Gongzi, He Huanyu, and Hou Xubai flew up, each sat on the back of their horses, and tamed the fierce horses in a few breaths, quieting them down.

Fu Yan was like a killing god, licked the blood on the sword, and said coldly: "Do you want to live?"

How dare the survivors resist, they quickly knelt down and nodded, looking terrified.

Sikong Lanyue directly took out the medicine prepared in advance and stuffed it into these mouths, and said: "This medicine is called the Three Hours Killing Pill, if you don't take the antidote in three hours, your whole body will ulcerate and bleed to death!"

The crowd was so frightened that their faces were pale, and the timid were already incontinent.

After all, he is a small character who has never seen the wind and waves, and under a few threats, he has already obeyed his words.

Soon, Sikong Lanyue, Jiangnan Gongzi, and He Huanyu had already changed their clothes, got into the carriage, and shouted: "Let's go! Take us into the Hanging Mi Temple, and I will give you the antidote!"

Everyone nodded hurriedly, and the group slowly walked in the direction of the Hanging Mi Temple.

At this moment, a magnificent carriage also drove quickly, and the coachman was a chauffeur! He was thin and small, with a rickety back, and when he dressed up a little, he looked like a qualified coachman.

Dugu Xiong jumped out of the car and said loudly: "Young master, the clothes and accessories are ready!

glanced at Hou Xubai, didn't speak, got into the carriage directly, changed clothes and shoes, and left quickly.

Hou Xubai was the only one left on the path, he quickly buried the body, cleaned up the traces, and a carriage came from afar.

Hou Xubai flew directly to meet him, and the coachman had already jumped out of the car, and said flatteringly: "Big, hero, the carriage has already rushed over, and I don't dare to look at your things." ”

Hou Xubai took out a silver ingot with a cold face and handed it to him, and said: "Rush to the gate of the Hanging Mi Temple, you can leave! Also, you can look at the things in the car, but after reading it, I'm afraid you won't survive tonight." ”

The coachman's body trembled, he almost didn't fall to the ground, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, don't dare." ”

"Let's go!" Hou said lightly, looking at the carriage slowly moving away, his face was already full of solemnity.

Besides, Fu Remnant was here, the luxurious carriage had already arrived at the gate of Hanging Mi Temple, and Fu Remnant jumped out of the car. Dressed in a black brocade robe with a purple background, white boots with gold silk, a delicate long sword at his waist, a white fan in his hand, and a purple crown on his head, he seems to have become the son of a family.

When he looked up, he saw a gate in front of him that was two feet high, standing majestically, with a vermilion body and Sanskrit carvings, which was extremely majestic. There is a huge plaque on it, nearly one zhang long, about five feet wide, four big characters dragon flying phoenix dance, it is the Hanging Buddha Temple!

In the lower left corner of the plaque, there is a vertical row of small characters, and if you look closely, it turns out to be "Zhu Yuanzhang Book of Emperor Gao of the Ming Dynasty"!

It turned out to be the emperor's old man's own handwriting, no wonder it was so unstoppable, Fu Yan snorted lightly, looked unruly, and strode in. Dugu Xiong and Che Feiyuan wore big cloaks, one left and one right followed behind.

Inside is a square about the size of half the main stadium, the square is paved with white stones, the atmosphere is majestic, and a huge three-legged round dome stands steadily in the center.

The big tripod is extremely high, there is a zhang full, it is blue-black, engraved with Sanskrit Buddha characters, it looks extremely **. There are dozens of big incense sticks thick with adult arms in the ding, green smoke curling, and the incense is winning.

The bells are ringing, the Sanskrit singing is faint, the monks are busy, and there are not a few people who worship the Buddha. The monks in the hall sit cross-legged, preach the Buddha, the Bodhisattva sits high, and the law is **.

The three of them stopped and stopped, burning incense and worshiping the Buddha while watching the scenery, and made the little novice who received him smile from ear to ear.

Fu Yan sneered in his heart, looking at the towering Futu Pagoda in the distance, and became more and more uneasy.

Although there was nothing wrong with the plan, he always felt that it would not be so simple today.

"Donor, that's the Futu Pagoda, the tallest building in my Hanging Buddha Temple. ”

Fu Yan waited for the movement on the side of the Scripture Pavilion, and there was nothing to do at the moment, and then said, "You tell me in detail." ”

As he spoke, a tael of silver suddenly appeared in his hand and quietly placed it in the hand of the little novice.

This action suddenly made the little novice more respectful, skillfully put away the shadow, and the little novice already smiled and said: "Donor, the floating tower has a total of seven floors, and it has the meaning of a seven-level floating map, and it is all my Buddha's golden body and carvings. These golden bodies and carvings are the masterpieces of the monks of my Hanging Mi Temple, and the seven layers took two hundred years. ”

Fu Yan grinned, bared his white teeth and said, "Two hundred years, who are you fooling? Young master, I'm a bully, right?"

The little novice suddenly panicked, bowed his head and said: "Donor, the monks don't speak, it's true! A monk who is not admired by the world is never qualified to paint and carve in the Futu Pagoda, generation after generation, a full two hundred years, before the Futu Pagoda has its current appearance. ”

Fu Yan sneered: "Why don't you take me to see it?"

Xiao Shami's head shook like a rattle, and hurriedly said: "No, no, no, the Futu Pagoda is an important place in my temple, there are bitter Zen masters meditating, and warrior monks and masters guarding it, and it is impossible to go." ”

"You can't go too?"

Xiao Shami's face turned red and said, "The little monk has a low status, so naturally he can't go." ”

Fu Yan took out a piece of silver, which was five taels, and said, "You take Young Master Ben to have a look, this is yours." ”

Xiao Shami glanced at the silver greedily, and said with a flattering smile: "How will this benefactor be tomorrow? Today, the abbot master strictly ordered that no one should approach the Futu Pagoda, and tomorrow will be." ”

Fu Yan stretched out his right hand, and there were five taels of silver in his hand, and said, "It's nothing to take a sneak peek from a distance, right?" And I think you're so smart, you won't be so easy to find, right?"

Xiao Shami swallowed his saliva, gritted his teeth, and suddenly grabbed the silver taels in Fu Yan's hand, and said, "Donor, please come with me!"