Longevity

The two of them could no longer move their feet, their bodies shaking like a sieve.

After a dozen breaths, the tremors gradually stopped.

Xu Qingluo looked at Chu Ling helplessly.

Chu Ling stomped her feet and hummed, "Qingluo, your master is too much!"

"Sister Chu, Master doesn't let us go, there must be a reason, let's listen to Master." Xu Qingluo said.

"Aren't you curious?"

"I'm so curious, but since Master has spoken..." Xu Qingluo shook her head helplessly.

"Let's try it." Chu Lingming's eyes turned and flashed cunningly.

Xu Qingluo looked at her.

Chu Ling shook Xu Qingluo's arm: "Let's go Qingluo, let's see if we can see it. It doesn't matter if your master knows, I can scold you at most."

"If we can't get close, Master will know."

"We're sneaking up close."

"You can't hide it from Master."

"Qingluo, you think too much about your master."

"Sister Chu, Master is more powerful than I thought." Xu Qingluo shook her head.

"You worship your master too much." Chu Ling said: "He thinks too much."

"Alas..." Xu Qingluo shook her head.

It's not that she exaggerates her thoughts about master, it's that Sister Chu exaggerates her thoughts, and exaggerates the weak.

The appearance of Master that Sister Chu saw was only the most ordinary side of Master, and she had never seen the other side of Master.

Sister Chu must have never seen Master wielding his sword.

The speed at which Master swings his sword exceeds the speed of any species in the world. Only lightning can match it. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you feel the strong impact.

This strong impact has been branded in his mind, and every time he thinks of it, he will be refreshed and encouraged to practice harder.

There is also Master who controls the dark clouds of thunder and lightning, and can heal thousands of people with a wave of his hand, which is beyond people's imagination and is almost a god.

Such a powerful master, because of his gentle and calm demeanor, his ordinary appearance, and his hidden secrets, like a trace of martial arts, after getting along for a while, he will unconsciously return to being an ordinary person, just like the **** monk Fakong. Not the same as the person in front of him.

This is an absolute illusion.

Sister Chu fell into this illusion.

Because I have practiced the Void Embryo Sutra, and I have blessed the Buddha beads with the Qingxin mantra, I can always stay awake.

Chu Ling shook her arm: "Qingluo, good Qingluo, let's go."

"Hey—" Xu Qingluo looked at her and sighed helplessly: "Okay, let's try it."

"Yes, it's time to try." Chu Ling nodded hurriedly, shaking her arm vigorously: "Hurry up, it's too late, maybe you won't be able to see anything."

In front of Fa Kong, Xu Qingluo is extremely well-behaved, often acting like a little girl, like a little girl.

But usually in front of others, it shows the side of the mind, mature and stable.

So even though Chu Ling was eight years older than her, she unconsciously regarded her as a peer, discussed issues with her, and often listened to her advice.

"Let's go." The two of them walked out of the gate of the outer courtyard lightly, walked along Zhuque Avenue, and asked someone on the side of the road to ask the location of Dayan Temple.

Chu Ling was not yet familiar with the road to Shenjing, but Xu Qingluo was very familiar.

She has an unforgettable ability, and she is careful in everything. She has long remembered every street and alley in Shenjing, and formed a clear map in her mind.

When they arrived outside the Dayan Temple, they found that the Dayan Temple had been surrounded by a group, guarded by soldiers wearing light armor.

The two were close to the corner of an alley, and they looked at it with their probes and found no flaws and loopholes, so they couldn't get in.

"I can get in with my waist card." Chu Ling said softly.

Xu Qingluo shook her head: "It's useless, Sister Chu, as soon as your waist card is revealed, they will report it first, and of course Master will know."

"Then what can be done?" Chu Ling asked.

Xu Qingluo said: "Sister Chu, don't you know how to disguise yourself? Otherwise, let's sneak in?"

"I can only pretend to be one person, I can't pretend to be someone else." Chu Ling said embarrassedly.

Xu Qingluo sighed: "Then I can only come forward... I know someone and can sneak in."

Chu Ling hurriedly said: "Then hurry up."

Xu Qingluo raised her head to look at Dayan Temple, as if she saw the master staring at him, and immediately shrank back: "Sister Chu, master wants to punish me, you can't die without saving me."

"Don't worry, I just said I forced you to come here."

"Well, that is indeed the truth."

"Qingluo!" Chu Ling glared at her.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "It's better to take all the responsibility on you, Sister Chu, Master will not punish you."

"I'm afraid that he will sue the ninth brother, and the ninth brother will sue the mother empress and grandmother again, and I will not even be able to come out again."

"Then are we still going in?"

"It's all here, how can you back down!"

"Fight!" As soon as Xu Qingluo gritted her teeth, she couldn't hold back her curiosity, and she and Chu Ling came to the gate of Dayan Temple.

Four armored soldiers stood in front of the door with serious expressions.

Xu Qingluo said to a tall and burly soldier, "Big Brother Lu, I'm looking for Master."

"...Go in." The tall and burly soldier showed a smile and stepped back: "It's very miserable inside, Miss Xu, you better be prepared."

"Okay, thank you Big Brother Lu." Xu Qingluo smiled generously.

Chu Ling let out a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect it to be so smooth, Qingluo's face was quite useful.

Although it is a fox and a tiger, it is the power of borrowing the law.

The two women had just walked five steps away and approached the gate of the Dayan Temple, when their faces suddenly changed, turning pale.

The thick **** gas seemed to stick to the air, so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, and a breath seemed to block the alveoli.

The whole mouth and nose were full of blood.

His chest couldn't help but swell.

"Wow!" Chu Ling vomited out immediately, bent down and supported an ancient tree and vomited violently.

Xu Qingluo's face was also ugly.

However, the Buddha beads got into the cool breath, as if all over the body, thus suppressing the vomit.

She stepped forward and patted Chu Ling's back lightly, her hands already attached with True Qi, conditioning Chu Ling's body and alleviating the discomfort.

She untied another water bladder from her waist and handed it to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling took it, rinsed his mouth, drank two more mouthfuls of divine water, and let out a long sigh, finally feeling better.

Her face was still pale, and she turned to look at Xu Qingluo: "Qingluo, aren't you feeling bad?"

"It smells bad." Xu Qingluo nodded: "I can't stop vomiting, is it better now?"

"It's much better." Chu Ling could not wait to pinch his nose, and looked at Dayan Temple with disgust: "This smell is too strong and disgusting!"

The **** gas was still rushing into the nose and nose, trying to immerse her completely, and she felt more and more breathless.

"Otherwise, let's go." Xu Qingluo looked at her like this and said softly: "I can smell such a strong smell now, and it must be even worse inside. No wonder Master doesn't let us come over. It will definitely give you nightmares."

"...Let's take a look." Chu Ling hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Okay." Seeing her persistence, Xu Qingluo knew she was stubborn, so she stopped persuading her, and the two walked in hand in hand.

Just as he was about to enter the gate, a huge pillar of white light shot up into the sky, breaking through the sky.

Chu Ling suddenly widened his eyes.

"The Great Light Mantra." Xu Qingluo said softly, "It's the master who cast the Great Light Mantra to save them."

Chu Ling turned to look at her.

Xu Qingluo nodded lightly: "Master did it."

Chu Ling knew that she would not lie, but she still felt unbelievable to see such a thick white light column.

Is this something mortals can do?

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When Fakong and Chu Xiang arrived at the Dayan Temple with the two Qianlongwei, the Dayan Temple was gloomy and the air was depressed.

Smelling the extremely strong **** smell, before entering the gate, Chu Xiang's face became extremely ugly, and he said solemnly, "It's not Huangquan Valley."

Huangquangu is poisonous, there is no such strong **** aura at all, only death energy.

Fa Kong nodded.

The two stepped through the gate and saw the bodies in front of the Mahavira Hall, stacked together, soaked in a pool of blood.

The flat yard in front of the Daxiong Palace originally had a drainage ditch, but it was blocked by the corpse, and the blood could not flow out. All gathered in the yard to form a blood pool, soaking the corpse in it.

More than 100 corpses were stacked in six layers, forming a mountain of corpses. The corpse at the top was facing the sky, with a sword pierced into the heart, and the sword body stood upright.

The sword spikes were white and fluttered slightly.

Outside the threshold of the Mahavira Hall, one person was kneeling and the other was standing.

Kneeling is the handsome and compelling monk Jingfan, staring straight at the corpse mountain, especially the corpse with a sword in his heart. It is his master, the abbot of Dayan Temple, Master Zhiming.

Standing beside him was Feng Chaoling.

Feng Chaoling's face was as gloomy as iron, and he stood with his hands behind his back. When he saw Fa Kong and Chu Xiang coming in, they bowed and saluted. Meteor strode along the adjacent corridor to the door.

As the head of the Qianlong Guard, of course he knew Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang clasped his fists in return: "Old Feng, the corpse capital is here, is there anyone else?"

"My lord, it's all here." Feng Chaoling said solemnly: "After the murderer killed people, he brought the corpse capital here. This is a demonstration, or there is a deep hatred!"

"Is there a suspicious target?" Chu Xiang said.

This way of killing is still very unique. After killing, the corpses are gathered together, stacked into a mountain, and then the long sword is left behind.

I just don't know how the martial arts of the monks in Dayan Temple are. If the martial arts are good, then this person's swordsmanship is also good.

"No clue." Feng Chaoling shook his head and turned to Fa Kong: "So I can only use the master's magical powers."

If it weren't for such a tragic incident, if it wasn't for Jingfan, as the guard of Qianlongwei, he would never have asked Fakong for help.

Fakong looked at Jingfan.

The corners of Monk Jingfan's eyes were oozing blood, and his eyes were full of bloodshots, as if two flames were beating faintly.

His cheeks swelled up~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and his teeth creaked, his hatred was soaring, and his murderous intent was boiling.

Jingfan was an orphan. He entered the temple since he was a child and was raised by the abbot Zhiming. He said that he was a master, but in fact it was better than the relationship between father and son.

Jing Fan could not accept this scene.

Joining Qianlongwei by himself, he has not yet achieved great success, has not become famous in the world, has not given back to Dayan Temple, and has not even repaid Master's kindness of upbringing.

Originally ambitious and full of confidence, with his own qualifications and the Six Paths of Samsara Sutra, he will definitely be able to practice in Qianlongwei like a duck to water, a thousand miles in a day, and he will soon become famous all over the world and revive the Dayan Temple.

But now, everything has come to nothing.

"What does he know?" Fa Kong asked.

Feng Chaoling shook his head: "He said that Dayan Temple is kind to people, and has never had a grudge against anyone. If he says he has grudges, it's just because of him that he has grudges against several princes."

"Which prince does he suspect?" Fa Kong asked.

Feng Chaoling hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly.