Outside Xuanhua Temple.

Tang Kong walked in front.

Mingxin followed the side with a cold look.

Two monks left Xuanhua Temple, one in one small.

Many monks on the way saluted Tang Kong and called him the first seat.

Tang Kongxin was secretly relieved, and his face was not undone, his hands folded and he responded politely.

This demeanor surprised Mingxin and changed a little, but then he thought that the reason why this bastard boy was so dull was that he was the monks who took all the pressure from the world.

"If you encounter danger, I think you can still maintain such a calm look."

The Mingxin thought to himself: "Don't just suck my reputation as a defilement of Xuanhua Temple."

Tang Kong could roughly sense Mingxin's thoughts, and he felt a little unhappy, but he had no expression. After all, he had to rely on others to be a bodyguard.

——

"Let's have a rest."

The weather is clear today, and by noon, it seems a little hot. Tang Kong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ruined temple in front of him.

Mingxin nodded slightly. He had a high level of cultivation and strong kung fu, so he didn't feel tired. However, this time he was the head of the Sixth Academy. All decisions were the business of this little monk. He was too lazy to refute it now, so he let his plan.

The dilapidated temple looks like a mountain god temple, which has been abandoned for a long time.

In the middle of the night, there are not female ghosts, foxes, and monsters in this kind of dilapidated temple, but there must be robbers and bandits.

But this is in broad daylight, and it lacks a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere and lacks a lot of storylines.

But there have always been many murders that happened in broad daylight.

So Tang Kong stopped.

"Uncle Mingxin, what kind of temple is this?"

"It's probably a mountain temple." Ming Xin said expressionlessly.

"Although I join the Buddhist sect, I also respect the gods and gods, and I will worship them first." Tang Kong said slowly: "Uncle Master is advanced, wait for me for a while."

"It's troublesome."

Mingxin shook his head helplessly and walked into the mountain temple.

He is a figure in the upper level of the inner realm and is also a rare master in the martial arts world. Naturally, he was fearless and walked directly into the mountain temple.

Seeing this, Tang Kong breathed a sigh of relief, then pretended to bow, and was about to enter the mountain temple.

And then at this moment.

A bloody smell suddenly came from behind.

A heavy breathing sounded behind the back.

"Xiao... and... Shang..."

It was a husky and weak voice.

Tang Kong stood there and almost cried out.

Why is it wrong if I am more cautious?

According to the general routine, aren’t the dangers hidden in the temple?

Why don’t everything follow the routine?

With a bang!

Behind him, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard.

Tang Kong was stunned for a moment, turned around and looked over.

I saw a young man lying on the ground, covered in blood and his lips twitching, as if he was about to say something, but his pupils were faintly dissipated.

"I can't save it anymore."

The voice of Mingxin suddenly came. After hearing the movement, he left the mountain temple, for fear that something had happened to the first part of the Sixth Courtyard.

Tang Kong frowned slightly and took a step back.

Mingxin looked at the young man whose breath was broken, and then his eyes fell on his clothes, frowned slightly, and said, "People from the court?"

He seemed to remember something and turned his head and said, "This man was seriously injured and fled here. I wonder if there will be someone chasing him. We are not going to cause trouble. You go inside and sit down and rest, eat some dry food. I will dig a pit to bury this person first, and then leave."

In fact, the best choice now is to leave, but he also knew that this young Sixth Academy was the first in the youngest. Although he had profound Zen skills and was like a Buddha in nature, he did not have much advanced skills in his body. Until now, hunger and fatigue are inevitable.

The most important thing is that this Mingxin monk relied on his profound skills and was the direct monk of Xuanhua Temple. He was at the top of the inner realm and was able to compete with the peak of the inner realm.

"good."

Tang Kong carried his small baggage and hurried into the mountain temple.

Take a break first.

Just now, I was about to find a place to rest. A man from the court came to me for some reason. He called himself and then lay down to see the Buddha.

This is too exciting.

Let it slow down first, drink some water, eat some dry food, and be at ease.

Take a break and leave early, go to the Medicine King Valley quickly, and wait until you complete the task, and be more happy to show off when you return to the main world, so as not to be worried about this mission world.

Walked into the temple.

Tang Kong saw that a fire had actually started on the ground, and a kettle was set up above.

Monk Mingxin is so efficient at doing things. Not long after entering the temple just now, he just started a fire and burned water.

"Eat some dry food first."

Tang Kong felt a little hungry, so he took out a cake and took a bite.

"Drink some hot water and don't choke." A gentle voice suddenly came.

“…”

Tang Kong really choked.

What kind of holy is this?

Do you want it to be so exciting?

I was just at the door and asked Mingxin to explore the way, but there was a serious injury and death at the door.

Well, the scare has passed, and Mingxin has also visited the temple. He is now going to dig a pit. I come in to have a cake. Why is someone suddenly popping up in the temple?

My little monk, I just went down the mountain, wanted to take a break, but who did he mess with whom?

With a bang!

A loud bang came from outside the door.

A man staggered and fell in, staining his clothes with blood.

This miserable person is the monk Mingxin.

"Go away!"

Monk Mingxin's face was covered with blood, extremely ferocious, covering his face with one hand.

But when Tang Kong looked, he was not covering his wound.

Instead, Mingxin stretched out his finger and pierced his face.

"I am worthy of being a monk from Xuanhua Temple."

The gentle voice just now rang leisurely.

Tang Kong took a step back and looked at the sound.

Next to the fire, there was a man who seemed to be in his thirty-seven or eight years old, wearing yellow white clothes, but very dirty. He had a bit of bookish spirit, pale face, dull eyes, but a little smile.

"That master of the inner world has been poisoned by me. If you move his body and get contaminated with poison gas, you will still be confused even if you don't die. But you can still maintain a trace of sensation and use this wisp of sensation to penetrate your cheeks and stimulate yourself with pain."

The scholarly man praised: "It turns out that he is a very intelligent monk."

Monk Mingxin pulled his finger out of his face, and it was extremely ferocious. He signaled to Tang Kong.

Tang Kong pushed away to the side.

Mingxin's eyes were extremely solemn.

But his combat power was not damaged much.

He woke up at this moment, and he used pain to stimulate himself, but the wound he chose also had a moment of thinking.

It did not hurt his hands and feet, nor his torso, but pierced his face. Although it ruined his appearance, it greatly preserved its strength.

"Judge's pen."

Monk Mingxin said in a deep voice: "Yi Jize."

The scholarly man smiled and said, "Be polite."

Tang Kong raised his head slightly, and was already desperate about his life.
Chapter completed!