"Famousness." Zhang Jinyue sneered on his own, "Now it is a peaceful year. I am a martial artist. If I am lucky enough to be a Ranger General, I will be overwhelmed."

After saying that, he also took a stick of incense and lit it in the brazier, burning it in front of the statue.

Li Buzhuo's eyes swept over the seven holy statues, then looked at the caisson-shaped dome above his head. The dome was divided into seven layers, embossed with statues of gods and Buddhas and carved with water and fire, brushed with indigo paint, and outlined complex patterns with gold and silver paint.

Li Buzhuo looked at it, his mind involuntarily fell into it, and a sensation woke up.

Aside, Zhang Jinyue didn't know when she had a fragrant incense and said, "The magic circle on the dome is connected to the seventh level of Heavenly Palace on Xiyi Mountain, which can lead the saints to come in a moment. If a major disaster occurs, you can be worry-free."

Li Buzhuo, who Zhang Jinyue said, had already known that if the Seven Saints Hall's formation map was touched, the saint would sense it and come to deal with disasters and problems. For more than ten years after the establishment of the Heavenly Palace, several floods, fires, and earthquakes that almost destroyed the city were calmed by the saint's Dharma image.

After raising the incense, the two walked out of the Seven Saints Hall.

The monks in the temple were doing evening classes and sang sutras together. At this time, the pilgrims were scattered and there were not many.

Li Buzhuo gave Zhang Jinyue a wink and deliberately walked in front of Zhang Jinyue to cover up his figure.

Zhang Jinyue glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to this place. He quickly walked to the side of the Seven Saints Hall, and Li Buzhuo also took the opportunity to follow.

To the east of the Seven Saints Hall is a monk's room. Between the monk's courtyard wall and the middle of the hall is a wide road that only allows two people to pass side by side. Zhang Jinyue jumped down from the pedestal of the hall, which was high in the hall, and came to the road. Li Buzhuo also jumped down immediately, making only a slight sound like a cushion falling from the table.

Zhang Jinyue nodded, and neither of them spoke. He walked northward and reached the end of the corridor. A red wall nearly two meters high was blocking the front. On the wall were bright glazed tiles, reflecting the lights in the distance.

There was a red lantern hanging under the door of the corridor on the left, and a faint smell of feces and urine came from the corridor. It was a thatched house.

Zhang Jinyue looked up at the end of the wall, took out a deer-skin glove from his arms and threw it to Li Buzhuo. Li Buzhuo took it and found that the two gloves were sticking together. He pulled it apart and found that there were two pieces of black animal glue on the palm of the glove.

I immediately understood, put on gloves, slapped my palms on the wall, and then I firmly stuck it.

Zhang Jinyue pointed to the wall.

Li Buzhuo nodded slightly, jumped up.

With two palms, he clamped the red wall, and with the sticky force, he tried his best to move up the red wall two feet high.

There is a square behind the wall. There are stone towers, stone furnaces, potted plants and pine trees surrounded by stone railings. In the center is a three-story Sutra Library Pavilion. Two monks beside the pavilion hold a brass-covered brass-covered brass-covered brass-covered gazebo around the pavilion.

Li Buzhuo tried to keep his body as low as possible, squatted on the wall, and took off his gloves.

Zhang Jinyue threw a hemp rope underneath, and Li Buzhuo caught it.

Zhang Jinyue held the hemp rope tightly, jumped up, and stepped on the wall, and also stepped on the wall with the pulling force.

Li Buzhuo stretched out his fingers to press his lips, pointed to the Sutra Pavilion, put on gloves, slowly climbed down the high wall, and after landing, he threw the gloves back to Zhang Jinyue, and Zhang Jinyue also used the same method.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them covered the pine trees and potted plants and touched the Sutra Pavilion along the wall.

The courtyard gate behind the Sutra Pavilion leads to the Talin. Behind the Talin, there are four Yaksha statues and the Big Buddha. The two entered the Talin, and built bamboos everywhere. There were newly unswept withered bamboo leaves on the stone path between the bamboo forests.

Zhang Jinyue hid behind a stone slaughter, showed half of his head and looked to the northeast.

A miserable light oozed out from the windows of the big house, and a low house was also on at the side of the big house.

Zhang Jinyue pointed to the short house: "You make some noise and come out. There is only one guard in the room. I just need him to leave for half a quarter of an hour. After you lead him out, don't fight with him. Just run to the back mountain in the northwest. Don't look back, he won't chase him for a long time."

"You should be careful, too."

Li Buzhuo nodded, held the hilt of the sword, and took a deep breath.

Walking silently on the stone path, the dead bamboo leaves occasionally creaked under your feet. Li Buzhuo walked through the bamboo forest where the stone tower was scattered and walked towards the low house.

Before getting closer, there was movement in the house, and someone shouted in confusion: "Who is here?"

Li Buzhuo's heart moved and said to the window with a thick voice: "Senior brother, the host calls you over and says there is something to explain."

The person in the room hesitated for a while before saying, "The host called me, what's wrong?" As he said that, he suddenly paused, "Hey, your voice is very loud, and you deliberately changed your voice and speak? Which junior brother is here to tease me."

Li Buzhuo did not answer, turned around and fled into the northwest bamboo forest, deliberately making a panic and rapid pace.

The door of the house was pushed open with a creaking. A monk in a robbery walked out and saw Li Buzhuo's back in the distance. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "Where did the thief come from!"

As he said that, he strode to catch up.

Li Buzhuo was chased by the monk and glanced at Zhang Jinyue's hiding place. He saw that Zhang Jinyue had already raised his waist and touched the corpse-hiding house, and he was sure.

However, before he ran far, the monk behind him chased him. Li Buzhuo was surprised and opened the Linqi Sutra himself. The internal Qi was much faster than the ordinary Qi-refining qi in the realm. When he ran, his foot strength was far better than that of others. Why was it not as good as the monk who was guarding him?

In the midst of divineness, a short and powerful spell sound came from behind.

"Om, Biriluo, Dudu, Feng!"

boom!

Li Buzhuo's mind felt like he was hit hard by a hammer, and there seemed to be a scorching sun in front of him, shining brightly!

In an instant, the whole field of vision was white, and the eyes were so painful that I could no longer see anything!

At this moment, Li Buzhuo knew that the other party's cultivation was much deeper than his. If he followed the Taoist Qi Refiner level, this monk had at least twelve serious qi refining techniques to be cultivated! According to Buddhist sayings, he ignited the twelve kundalini fires.

Li Buzhuomo recited the Qing Heart Mantra, and his eyes were slightly relieved. He barely identified the road and raised his foot strength to the extreme. Xiuzhu and Shifutu passed by, regardless of the noise, his footsteps pedaled.

Fortunately, the monk just chased after him and did not shout.

In a moment, he encountered a short wall in Tallinn in front of him. Li Buzhuo jumped onto the wall and leveraged his strength, climbed over with his hand.

The monk then followed, walking as fast as he could, and said with great strength: "Although the pagoda forest of Bailong Temple is a forbidden place, there are no treasures. It is a place where all the ancestors in the temple are worshipped. You are visiting the pagoda forest at night. Is it because you have a grudge against our temple and want to insult the ancestors of our temple?"

Li Buzhuo pressed the hilt of his waist with his right hand, just waiting to pull it out at any time, keeping his steps, running wildly, and ignores him at all.

The monk's body movement at first seemed to consume a lot of money, but then he slowed down. The distance was gradually pulled away by Li Buzhuo, and it seemed to be a retreat. Li Buzhuo deliberately slowed down and waited for the monk to approach and flew the kite.

After chasing out of the Talin for half a quarter of an hour, entering the depths of the back mountain, the monk frowned. The uninvited guest obviously had the ability to escape, but he slowed down from time to time. Could it be that he deliberately lured the tiger away from the mountain?

After hesitating for a while, he finally stopped and did not chase after him. He snorted coldly and returned to the way he came.
Chapter completed!