Chapter 135: Cursed Land (One more)

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As a result, the moment Xia Qingchen stepped out of the temple threshold with his left foot.
An unusually weird scene appeared!
Behind the main hall, the fifty-foot-long statue of the dustless king suddenly burst without warning.
The huge body was torn apart, splashing in all directions.
The whole hall was also inexplicably shaken violently.
The pillar in the hall broke and the entire roof collapsed.
The same scene also appeared in the twelve halls dedicated to the statue of the dustless king.
Without exception, the gods were broken and the temple collapsed.
The size of the imperial temple is extremely large. Thirteen large halls collapsed at the same time, like a landslide.
The whole emperor could clearly feel the shaking of the earth
The sound of thunder and thunder was enduring, echoing over the capital.
The main lord in the hall was hit by a piece of dustless King of God and smashed it on the spot, spitting blood and flew out of the temple, fortunately escaped the danger of being buried.
Looking at the smoke billowing in front of the sky, rushing to the shocking scene of the sky.
There was a blank in the head of the hall.
What happened?
When the dust is gone.
His heart tightened and he hurried to the backyard.
There, the pagoda that has stood for many years has collapsed.
The only good thing is that the backyard is wider.
Mo Yuan and others were not bad except that they were hit by splashing small stones.
Tianyin Princess was ecstatic, staring at the ruins in front of her.
The shrine that has stood for hundreds of years is completely destroyed overnight?
what happened?
Did the lower his anger?
After the temple master appeased Mo Yuan, he looked at the ruins and sorrowfully said: "My temple!"
The temple, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, suddenly became a ruin!
The shrine was destroyed by mysterious forces, and the believers know that it will be considered condemned.
In the future, even if the temple is rebuilt, how many believers dare to come?
However, what made the temple master desperate was that he could not even rebuild the temple.
Because when the site was cleaned, the temple personnel tried to fetch a new spare idol.
However, as soon as he entered the area of ​​the ruins, the idol shattered.
Dozens of consecutive times, without exception!
It seems that the area where the temple is located has become a cursed area!
The idol shattered when approaching
They won't know.
That is because, as the head of the temple, he personally expelled the dustless king!
The kings were expelled.
How can the idol continue to be enshrined?
Once it comes to the temple, it will naturally break.
"What the happened?" The temple master could not understand.
Suddenly, he remembered Xia Qingchen's words before persuading him to take back the expulsion.
Moreover, he did not listen, and after insulting again, it seemed that Xia Qingchen had predicted what would happen, so that Prince Yunshu and the dog would leave quickly.
"Is he someone who is the King of the Dustless God?" the lord of the temple thought.
However, this absurd thought was quickly put off.
Outside the hall, a mile away.
Prince Yunshu's pupils widened, staring at the collapsed temple in disbelief.
"Xia Gongzi, you..." He clearly remembered that Xia Qingchen twice persuaded the temple hall master to take back the expulsion, and predicted in advance that the temple hall would collapse, allowing them to leave at a faster pace.
This is no coincidence.
Xia Qingchen stood up, looking at the temple, and said indifferently: "The false temple, the false belief, should collapse, and sooner or later it will collapse."
Once Mo Yuan had inadvertently revealed the true thoughts in his heart-he felt that the King of the Dustless God had long since died and was not worthy of pious worship.
This is true of him, as the pavilion master of the father must have been more so.
A group of false believers, under the guise of the dustless king, swindled and cheated and deceived real believers.
The temple collapsed sooner or later.
It was just that the main house owner expelled the King of the Dustless King, and the collapse accelerated.
Prince Yunshu had to ask again, Xia Qingchen had turned around, looked at him, and said: "I will fight for you, emperor!"
He owed the love of both the prince and the princess at the same time.
So I chose not to help anyone.
But now, Tianyin Princess cut off her relationship.
He had no worries.
In today's princely duo, the contemporary monarch is incompetent.
Tian Yin Princess has a short sight!
Only Crown Prince Yunshu is suitable to rule the Principality of Shenxiu.
Yu Guoyu and Xia Qingchen should support the Crown Prince Yunshu.
"Thank you!" Prince Yunshu smiled with relief.
"No matter the final success or failure, I thank you." Yunshu said.
Qiu Qiu smiled: "Then you should put a hundred hearts, Lord Ye shot, your throne is stable!"
Xia Qingchen waved his hand and said, "I can only guarantee myself to join the martial arts palace."
The requirement of the monarch is to compete for the number of people.
At present, Crown Prince Yunshu is only one possible person.
There are three Tianyin Princess.
"Hahaha, you are enough if you have the heart!" Prince Yunshu did not feel that Xia Qingchen had the ability to enter the martial arts palace.
His mid-morning position is probably powerful, but it has not been taken into consideration by Budo Tiangong.
But he didn't know that Xia Qingchen had broken through to the seven stacks in the middle position.
And the overall strength far surpasses the top three of Shenxiu.
Overnight.
When Xia Qingchen returned to the Green Willow House, it was already late at night.
The continuous drizzle finally turned into white snow in the winter.
Landed on the ground, wet and slippery.
Xia Qingchen passed by a small bridge.
A young girl in blue who was masked by a yellow silk tulle face towel, holding an ink painting umbrella, walked in the snow.
The wind blows suddenly.
Raising the snowflakes in the sky, also raising her long aqua blue dress.
A long, dark, beautiful hair, fluttering slowly.
The wind returns to the snow, and the beauty reflects the snow.
Beautiful.
When the wind blew, the ink painting umbrella in the girl's hand was accidentally blown away.
It happened that Xia Qingchen walked up the stairs of the small bridge, and the umbrella came on the face.
He picked it up and grabbed the umbrella.
Just about to return, the two children came running across the bridge.
But the ground was slippery and could not run.
One of the younger children accidentally slipped.
And, because of the center of gravity, it fell outside the bridge.
Xia Qingchen was a little tiptoe, and flew over in one step, catching the child who fell to the sky, and then jumped back lightly.
Let go of the unsettled child, Xia Qingchen urged: "Go home."
Then he returned the painted umbrella to the woman: "Your umbrella."
His eyes were calm and he was not moved by the woman's outstanding temperament.
Put the umbrella in her palm and pass by.
"The young man's house is kind and generous, and he is grateful for his bravery. The slaves are grateful."
Xia Qingchen didn't return, and said indifferently: "You can do it without any thanks."
Everything is just for the heart.
Seeing death, you can save each other.
Seeing danger, can help.
The girl in blue watched Xia Qingchen leave silently, her eyes glowing.
"Master, since you found him, why did you let it go?" Somehow, I walked out of a Buddha holding a rosary.
In the snow, wearing a thin shirt without fear of cold.
All the snow and wind, blowing three feet in front of it, turned into powder silently.
If Xia Qingchen is here, it must be recognized that this is a sign of "gasification of one thought" only for the strong stars.