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Water fell from the clouds and fell on the roof tiles.

Along the painted tiles, countless rain curtains converged in front of the door.

On the bronze candlestick, the fire burned on the wooden pile was flickering.

There was a wind in the main hall, and the wind blew from the inside of the temple to the outside of the temple.

The Taoist sitting on the lion seat, with his palms on his knees, closed his eyes and meditated with a calm face.

Two people are under the lion's seat, one standing, the other prostrating.

The man standing, dressed in a silk robe.

The worshippers are dressed in silk robes.

In the main hall, there is also a long sword, which is inserted in the bluestone.

There are no cracks in the bluestone, and the sword and the stone are one and the same, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

The vortex air flow lingered in the main hall, and the air flow contained the chill of the sword body.

The cold wind gusted, and in the place where the flickering firelight could not be reflected, a terrible whistling sound was played in the wind.

The whistling is long, and the whistling is varied.

The whistling is high-pitched, the whistling is piercing.

Under the lion's seat, those who stand bow their heads, and those who worship bow their heads.

No one moved, no other sound.

The whistling in the hall lasted for a long time before it gradually faded away.

The young Taoist opened his eyes and stared at him without squinting, but in those black pupils, the two people under the lion seat in the hall were reflected.

Feeling the sudden chill on his back, Chen Fu frowned, still motionless.

Those who should stand still stand, and those who should worship still worship.

"Luo Miao is dead. ”

The Taoist on the lion seat spoke, and his tone was faint, as slight as a drop of rain outside the hall.

Chen Fu's body trembled slightly.

"Alas!"

His tone was visibly heavier, and the young Taoist closed his eyes again and raised his head.

The long hair fell to the back of the head, the bright yellow firelight fell on the face, and the thin and colorless lips were slightly upturned.

"Luo Miao is dead!!"

A loud voice comes out, rich and clear.

On both sides of the main hall, frost was born on more than a dozen pillars covered with runes.

The frost is not thick, but only covers the surface of the column.

The frost was cold, and gradually froze the air in the temple.

"Your Excellency. ”

The water precipitated from the cold air, clinging to the skin and flowing over the smooth forehead with cold sweat.

Chen Fu straightened up and looked up at the Taoist sitting on the lion seat.

"This matter, I have sent a large number of people to investigate, according to the information we have now, Luo Miao has been ambushed, and among the people on the other side, there are strong people and barbarians who have cultivated. ”

"Huh. ”

Hearing this, a smile bloomed on the young Taoist's face, and his eyes narrowed into two thin slits.

"Cultivators and barbarians, can you kill a Buddha who has been practicing for many years?"

"Even if it is besieged by others, even if there is a huge disparity in strength, as long as no one on the other side enters the cave realm, how can Luo Miao die?"

"You say!!"

Stretching out his hand, the young Taoist lowered his head slightly, his gaze moved down, and he looked at Chen Fu, who was kneeling under the seat.

"How did Luo Miao die, and where did the barbarians come from?"

The sudden huge force grabbed the internal organs, and Chen Fu suddenly felt a tightness in his body, and his face immediately turned pale.

"My lord, these messages are all the results of the soldiers who have returned from the defeat, and after investigation and integration. ”

"Luo Miao's cultivation is profound, not below me, I really don't know how he died. ”

Chen Fu, who was pale, leaned down and fell to the ground.

The smile on his face was slightly retracted, and when he raised his head, the young Taoist looked straight ahead again.

Next to the long sword stuck in the ground, the scattered air flow swirled.

The wind blew again in the main hall, and the shrill whistle sounded again.

The frost condensed on the pillar gradually melted away in the whistling, and the chill in the air became thicker.

For a long time, the person in a white robe standing next to Chen Fu let out a long breath.

A white mist formed in the air and dissipated.

"It's raining heavily, and it's hard to hide. ”

"Senior brother, how Luo Miao died, it's really difficult to find out now. ”

Hearing this, the young Taoist's face was calm, like a lake, but the eyes on his face closed again.

"It doesn't matter how Luo Miao died, but Baishui Temple will definitely not sit idly by. ”

Generally speaking, the value of a person is when he is alive.

Such a value is embodied in himself.

But when a person dies, the benefits to some people who are still alive.

It is the value of his death to these people.

As to how he died, and at whose hands, no one will inquire but his closest relatives.

This is the reality.

The reality, of course, is brutal.

A pleasant explosion and the cracking of hard objects spread through the hall.

The long sword stuck in the stone shook rapidly.

On the bluestone inserted into the sword body, countless staggered cracks continued to form.

The sword body slowly moved upward, and the sword light was reflected in the hall.

Like a thunderbolt that shines on the dome of the day.

The sword light passed quickly, and the sword body left the stone.

The longsword lay back on the bluestone.

The young Taoist sitting on the lion seat had an expressionless face.

Zhang Yong, who was standing under the lion seat, walked to the steps with his head held high, and arched his hand: "Congratulations, senior brother, you have finally entered the peak of the cave void." ”

"Huh. ”

As soon as the light laughter fell, the young Taoist who was originally sitting on the lion seat disappeared.

The long sword lying on the bluestone also followed the young Taoist, turned into a blue light, and left the hall.

Outside the main hall, the rain was majestic.

Zhang Yong lowered his body to help Chen Fu, who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at Chen Fu, who was soaked, pale, but without a trace of fear in his eyes.

Zhang Yong's face couldn't help but show appreciation.

"We don't care about the competition and killing between the various county lords, but if a cultivator has an inexplicable accident here, it's completely different. ”

"Senior brother has already cast a spell, and within three months, Baishui Temple will definitely not know about Luo Miao's death. ”

"During this time, you have to investigate in detail, and let us know as soon as you have any clues. ”

Hearing this, Chen Fu lowered his head, bowed down and said, "Don't worry, my lord, I will do my best to ......."

At this time, Zhang Yong suddenly stretched out his hand, vigorously held Chen Fu's shoulder, and in his ear, in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly, said: "If you can't find out, the monster can be secretly cultivated." ”

Chen Fu was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Obey." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yong flicked his sleeves with satisfaction, turned into a string of phantoms, and left the hall.

"Whew~!Whew~!Whew~!"

After Zhang Yong left the hall, Chen Fu immediately breathed rapidly.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his head, and waited for the paleness on his face to fade a little.

Chen Fu raised his feet and walked up the steps in front of him.

A Buddha who has practiced for many years, who can kill him if he has not entered the cave?

Sitting back on the lion seat, Chen Fu shrunk slightly, looking down at his arm, which had no palm.

He laughed mockingly.

A demon who has become a spirit, a demon cultivator who escapes the world.

In addition to these, the strong who did not enter the cave void could not kill the Buddha.

Is it really impossible to kill?

I don't believe it.

"Someone. ”

Chen Fu raised his head and shouted with a calm face: "Boil a basin of hot water, I want to bathe myself." ”