Vol 9 Chapter 143: Shengyu Temple

For half a day, Hou Ting and Sun Kun had already walked six large and small temples along the way, without exception, they were attacked by the magic gate.
Some are even abandoned temples, but there are traces that have been carefully searched.
There are no less than 300 middle and large temples in Sheng Yushan. Let alone the tenth day of the magic gate, it is difficult to complete the inspection on the 30th. There will always be temples that have not yet been exposed to the magic gate.
The last two of them negotiated and went deep into Sheng Yushan to find a temple that had not yet encountered calamity, and hurried in front of the magic gate.
So, in the next three days, the two kept up all the way to Sheng Yushan and passed nearly 80% of the temple. Finally, in the early morning of this day, they discovered the clues of the people in the magic gate
A pile of campfire still with Yu Wen.
Sun Kun inspected it a little and finally breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Finally, we caught up. This is the campfire of the people in the magic gate overnight. I have to wait for the temperature. I guess the people in the magic gate are less than an hour from us."
Hou Ting smiled and said, "My old man has been sitting in the Four Seas Court for many years. I thought your ability to check the enemy was already unfamiliar."
Sun Kun smiled fakely, his face was still gloomy, and obviously he was not in a good mood.
Hou Ting was unaware, and still just sighed: "I never imagined that someone would pretend to be a non-mindful Zen master ... but how could the Wu Gong's martial arts be subdued by the demon monk without complaint? Lao Sun, Yi You see, is there no danger for Zen Master? "
Sun Kun replied coldly: "This is nothing more than Ye Qingxuan's guess. What is the truth? Only when you find a master who has no mind to face it can you confirm it."
Hou Ting froze, wondering: "Do you suspect Ye Qingxuan is lying?"
"I've seen such a big thing myself. It's useless to say anything." Sun Kun replied angrily.
Hou Ting shrugged helplessly, then caught up with two steps, and asked urgently: "Speaking of, Zen Master has recently been really secretive. If you want to show him, you can only use the" Tianyu Demon Corps ". Hey, where is your half of the corpse hidden? "
Sun Kun stepped down, turned his head to look at Hou Ting solemnly, and said slowly: "Why do you keep asking about the whereabouts of the corpse?"
"It's important." Hou Ting smiled. "The two of us have decades of friendship, you still can't believe me?" Then he looked awkwardly, and said angrily, "You shouldn't really doubt the surname Sun. Me? "
Sun Kun's face sank, staring at Hou Ting, half a word of silence.
Hou Ting snorted and said, "I can't think of my Hou Ting who has known you for decades, but I haven't got your trust. If it was me Hou Ting, when your half of the demon corps was in your hands, I was afraid something would happen. I won't wait for you to enter Sheng Yushan. "
indeed so.
The half of the "Cream Demon Corps" fell into the hands of his party nearly a month ago. If Hou Ting was a traitor, I am afraid that he will recapture the half of the devil in the first place, and he will never wait until this time. .
Thinking of this, Sun Kun could not help but sigh, still expressing solemnly: "Unless you see a Zen master and face confrontation, no matter who you are, don't want to know the whereabouts of the demon corps? You can save effort."
The two were silent for a while.
"Okay." Hou Ting stomped. "Wait until you find the key to the holy place, and then meet again without thinking about it. I believe that everything will be true."
Sun Kun breathed a long breath and turned to continue up the mountain.
Looking at Sun Kun's back, Hou Ting's eyes flashed slightly.
Shengyu Temple.
It was another temple that was broken by people.
And it is a small Zen courtyard.
The huge mountain gate has completely collapsed, and a large gold plaque "Sheng Jade Temple" has been split into several pieces and arranged in disorder. There are newly fallen ruins everywhere, the flames in many halls have not yet extinguished, the smoke is rolling, and the smell of blood is blowing.
Hou Ting and Sun Kun were frightened, rushing into the temple and looking around.
When you saw a square facing the Daxiong Baodian, nearly a hundred Buddhist disciples were massacred, and their bodies were nailed to the ground with wooden stakes. The blood flowed across the hall. This was the most direct blasphemy against the three Buddhas in the hall.
Obviously, the masters of the magic gate began to get irritated by the lack of success in the past few days.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, many monks were tortured and died. Sun Kun suddenly became angry and couldn't help snarling: "Devil cubs, come to your grandpa grandfather, bully the monks who will not martial arts. What kind of ability? Some kind of come! "
The roar was deafening, and a bird in the back mountain was startled.
Sun Kun hissed and yelled constantly, venting the sullenness in his heart for days.
When he was paralyzed to the ground exhausted, following the mountain wind, after the hall, there seemed to be a few slight moans and gasps.
"Old Sun ..." As soon as Hou Ting's voice started, Sun Kun had flew into the apse like a wind.
Daxiong Baodian has collapsed halfway, and the door behind it is broken. He couldn't take his safety into consideration. He lifted his hands and shook all the broken door with the wind of the palm. People had already drilled into the collapsed wall.
Hou Ting's body was so large that he could not penetrate, so he had to be vigilant from outside.
The apse collapsed, but it only relied on the half of the statue of Vedic Bodhisattva to support the narrow space.
An old monk in a gray monk's clothing was already bleeding, the corpse was lying on the ground, and his breath was breathless.
Sun Kun was looking around, and a few moans came and gasped.
Along the sound of moaning, Sun Kun finally saw a gray robe behind the broken half of the statue of Wei Tuo, and quickly squatted down, holding the half of the Buddha aside with both hands.
An old monk is also pressed below, and when he sees Sun Kun, his mouth moves slightly and he is weak.
When Sun Kun saw this, he took out a pill that he had hidden to save his life, raised the old monk, shoved it into his mouth, and said, "The old monk, in the next Sun Kun, is a man from the Four Seas Pavilion ... this Dan is The secret system of the previous generation of the Dragon Tiger Gate is very effective. How does the master feel? "
The old monk was self-serving and had a rosy look. After listening to Sun Kun, he breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in a low voice: "The old monk Fan Wu, and his masters and siblings have participated in the meditation for a long time, and he has never felt any grudges. I do n’t want to be today. Suffering so badly ... keke ... "
Where the old monk coughed several times and spewed blood, Sun Kun quickly rubbed his chest, but saw the old monk shook his head continuously and smiled bitterly: "It's late, it's late. The palm of the master of the magic gate has been completely shattered. My heart, to keep this breath, is the limit of the poor monk ... Unfortunately, the donor Sun wasted a panacea ... kekeke ... "
Sun Kun came from the tragedy and quickly explained: "The master must be concerned, my brother Ye Qingxuan is a great doctor in the world, and he will definitely save you when he arrives ..."
"Ye, Ye Qingxuan?" Upon hearing the name, the old monk's eyes brightened and exclaimed: "But the Seven Swordsmen of the Kunwu School, Ye Shaoxia, who is crowned with horror and made the gates scary?"
"Exactly," Sun Kun affirmed.
"Great, great. My grievances at Shengyu Temple can finally be stretched ..." Speaking of this, Master Fan Wu was already angry and unable to breathe.
"The master rest assured. Brother Ye Zi of my family will definitely take revenge for the master and the monks ..." Sun Kun's tone was firm.
The old monk nodded in relief, raised the last breath, and suddenly grasped Sun Kun's arm with a firm voice: "Sun Shizhu, I have a vein of Sheng Yu, so far it has been broken, and your salvation is beyond recognition ... only The iron magic pestle held in the palm of this statue of Wei Tuo is a unique treasure. The old monk gave this pestle to the Sun donor. If the Sun donor does not know how to use it, he can consult with Ye Shaoxia, but he must not know it to outsiders ... "
Sun Kun quickly agreed: "Master rest assured ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Sun must protect the precious temple."
The old monk Fan Wu smiled eagerly, closed her eyes, and passed away directly in Sun Kunhuai.
Sun Kun was born with a natural temperament, and could not help feeling sadness in his heart. He could not think of the old monk in this temple, who ended up doing so in the end, and glanced over the collapsed apse.
When I saw the dumped half of the entrusted iron pestle in my hand, I couldn't help it.
The old monk repeatedly urged before he died, and he had to enlighten himself with Ye Qingxuan. Is there anything famous?
Can't help but stepped forward to take off the iron pestle, and saw that the thickness of the calf with no calender, without any decoration, the black cormorant is like a piece of black iron, but it is very heavy in the hands, but can not see the slightest strangeness.
At this time, an impatient shout from Hou Ting came from outside: "Old Sun, how is that man?"
Sun Kun moved in his heart, and quickly pushed the iron pestle back to his original position, and said loudly: "No gas! I will come out." Please search for "" or enter the website address: