At noon.

Ning Chuan was covered in blood, ragged clothes, and full of fear. He finally fled outside the gate of Vajra Temple. After seeing the disciples outside the gate, he screamed in grief.

"What happened. The Golden Knife Sect and the Martial Alliance have plotted against my Vajra Temple. Something happened..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned white, he suddenly fell down and fainted.

Outside the Vajra Temple.

A group of disciples guarding the mountain gate changed their faces and rushed over quickly.

"I am a disciple of my temple!"

"He is Jiechuan, hurry up, go and notify uncle!"

Without thinking, everyone quickly raised Ning Chuan's body and ran towards the temple [Baicaotang]. At the same time, someone looked frightened and quickly informed him.

After so many days, no one has come back, and there has been a trace of suspicion in the temple.

Unexpectedly, the worst situation really happened.

A group of monks of the Hui generation quickly received a report, and their faces changed suddenly. They hurriedly rushed towards Baicaotang to check.

At the same time, a monk named Hui ran towards the "Abbot" as soon as possible.

Little did they know that the "abbot" and a group of evil cultivators had long been discussing the escape.

Huibin died last night and the soul lamp went out. They knew it as soon as possible.

In addition, they also have other eyeliners all over Qingzhou County.

So what happened to the Golden Knife Sect was not really hidden from them. They received information yesterday evening.

All night, they were discussing countermeasures, specifying routes, and packing their luggage.

"Just follow this plan, remember that you can't panic in everything. If you panic, you will be in chaos. If you are in chaos, you will die. Only by staying calm can there be no accident!"

The lead "Abbot" of Vajra Temple has a cold tone.

"I understand, the head of the family."

A group of monks of the Xuan generation and Hui generation were all focused on their heads.

"By the way, what should I do with the old monk Xuanci? Are you going to kill him now?"

Xuan Yuan, a monk of the Xuan generation, asked.

Eighteen years ago, they joined Vajra Temple under the name of becoming a monk. When the monks in Vajra Temple were not paying attention, they threw poison into their well water, and then they took down the entire Vajra Temple overnight.

At that time, the monks from Vajra Temple were killed by them.

Only the abbot Xuanci, Master Xuanbei of the Dragon Court, and Master Xuanku of the Fuhu Court, were left. The three of them were still alive.

However, over the past countless years, these three monks have long been nullified by them and forced them to extract various martial arts values ​​from them day and night.

Sometimes, their heads would go to Abbot Xuanci and others to talk about Buddhism.

After all, their family mainly pretended to be Xuanci Abbot outside and could not understand Buddhism at all.

"Don't kill him, he hasn't said the core essence of the Great Vajra Palm yet. Besides, if we can't bear it, this old monk will be our last amulet!"

Fake Xuanci's tone is cold.

"Yes, the head of the family!"

Monk Xuanyuan nodded immediately.

Just then!

A monk from Hui generation outside finally rushed over quickly and began to knock on the door, with a panic voice, "Abbot, something happened. The person who went to participate in the sword grabbing conference was plotted by the Wumeng and the Jindao Gate. The whole army was wiped out, and only one escaped..."

The door slowly opened.

The fake Xuanci said calmly, "I understand, you go down and gather all the disciples in the square. I have something to give."

"Yes, abbot."

The monk of the Hui generation spoke quickly.

He didn't dare to ask too much, didn't dare to say too much, and quickly turned around and ran away.

The sound of deafening bronze bells rang quickly, and they were clattering and echoing throughout the Vajra Temple.

In the Vajra Temple, many disciples changed their faces slightly and rushed towards the square as soon as possible.

Inside Baicao Cottage.

Several monks of the Jie generation who were responsible for treating Ningchuan changed their faces when they heard the bell.

They quickly retracted their internal energy and were about to go to Huihe.

"Ahem..."

Ning Chuan suddenly coughed violently, woke up at the right time, and quickly said, "Dear uncles, wait for me, I have an important situation..."

A monk of the Hui generation was stunned, turned around and grabbed Ningchuan and rushed towards the square.

In the huge square.

There were many people, and monks were gathered.

It was dense, at least five or six hundred, whispering and talking.

Many people's faces were obviously filled with fear and anxiety.

How could the Golden Knife Sect and the Martial Alliance attack their Vajra Temple this time?

Did you really find them?

What if they find them?

Can the Martial Alliance and major sects forgive them?

Jie Shou and Jie Biao in the crowd were all shocked and uneasy. They even began to think about how to defect to the Wu Alliance and how to tell them about being forced and having no choice but to kill people.

Jiehu from Fuhuyuan also looked uneasy and countless thoughts emerged in his mind.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly, a huge sound of pressure sounded and echoed in everyone's mind.

Suddenly the entire square became silent and the needles could be heard.

All the monks raised their heads and looked forward.

I saw a group of monks from the Xuan generation and Hui generation walking towards me, and the monk's clothes were flying.

This was the first time they had seen other monks of the Xuan generation except the abbot.

Many monks' eyes once again ignited the fire of hope.

"Fake Xuanci" looked indifferent, walked out with a big strode, and went directly to the highest stone platform in front, looking at everyone,

"I have already known everything about the sudden plot against my Vajra Temple by Jindaomen and Wumeng. I will no longer hide it from you. According to the news from my Vajra Temple, Wumeng has indeed found out what I have done in my Vajra Temple over the years..."

The crowd was shaking, and the anxiety on everyone's faces became more and more serious.

Everyone's face was faintly shocked.

"But you don't need to panic. It makes sense that I have been operating in Qingzhou County for so many years and can be fine. Even if the Wu Alliance discovers us, I can guarantee the safety of all of you!

So don’t worry, the real way out has been arranged.

Now, everyone who has pointed out this post will take a step forward. I have other things to tell you!

As for those who have not been pronounced, just stay where they are first!"

The fake abbot's eyes looked like a torch, and immediately walked towards the crowd, stretched out his fingers, and began to select one by one.

"you!"

"you!"

"And you!"

"You come out too..."

One monk after another was pointed out by him one after another.

Without exception, all of them are extremely powerful.

The weakest ones have already practiced to the point where [energy is penetrated throughout the body].

Among them, Fuhuyuan Fuhuyuan and Shulongyuan Jiesheng are all among them.

Ning Chuan looked in the crowd and was secretly surprised.

Why does he feel like he is picking a pig?

Pick out some sturdy ones from a group of pigs to kill...

"You are the only survivor this time?"

The fake abbot's eyes suddenly fell on Ning Chuan, his eyes were indifferent and his eyelashes were empty. Seeing Ning Chuan's hair stood tall, he felt that his body seemed to have turned into transparency in an instant.
To be continued...