Qizhou, Qingling Prefecture, Yulu County.

Under the bright winter sun, seven wooden carts slowly moved towards this mountain called Baixiang Mountain. The carts were pulled not by horses, but by monsters.

Jackals, black panthers, black bears... there are exactly seven of them. They are all common beasts in the mountains. Their sizes are much too ordinary.

In addition to their seven-headed animal spirits, there is also a golden-haired ape spirit in front of the car. He is wearing a monk's robe, with rosary beads hanging around his neck, and is holding a pig leg in his hand and putting it into his mouth.

"Get to my master within half an hour, otherwise your blood sacrifice and a bunch of beasts pulling a cart will be useless."

The golden-haired ape spirit spoke human words, and sprayed saliva on the smooth fur of the black bear essential oil.

"You humiliate me?" The black bear spirit is not very bright, but he understands that the golden-haired ape is humiliating it.

With a furious roar, the bear spirit turned around, whipping up a gust of evil wind and pounced directly on it.

"Begging for death." The golden-haired ape spirit was extremely disdainful.

Before the black bear spirit could pounce on him, it struck out a Buddha seal, and with a muffled "bang" sound, the bear spirit's skull was smashed by the palm and fell into the mud.

The remaining six spirit beasts pulling the cart had their fur standing on end and opened their mouths, with a look of fear on their faces.

"Junior Brother Hui Ren, if you kill it, don't you want me to pull the cart!" A sigh came from the wooden cart, and the person who spoke was a young monk.

After saying that, he got up and got out of the car, and carried the black bear spirit's body into the car.

There were eight corpses of warriors on this cart alone, and now a black bear was added to it, so it was really not easy to drag them along in the mud.

Looking at the other six wooden carts, the corpses of warriors are also piled up.

They went down the mountain and slaughtered more than forty warriors. They followed the master's instructions to do good and eliminate evil. The dead were all gang warriors who had caused harm to the party.

"Why bother Senior Brother Huiyuan? I'm here to pull the cart. Master wanted to sacrifice blood to the stone temple, and this blind bear just happened to be sacrificed." The golden-haired ape spirit threw away the pig leg in his hand, turned around and grabbed the handle of the cart.

The monk named Huiyuan pondered for a moment, nodded seriously and said: "This makes sense, junior brother, please get on the bus."

Under the horrified gazes of the other six-headed monsters, Huiyuan's monk's clothes tore apart, and four slender, deformed arms suddenly stretched out.

There were four "puff" sounds, and there were four more blood holes on the body of the golden-haired ape spirit.

"My Buddha is compassionate." Huiyuan said the Buddha's name and threw the body onto the wooden cart.

The young monk grasped the handlebar with six arms, and the Buddha's light loomed all over his body. He did not show any signs of fatigue while pulling the cart.

The six wooden carts behind him carried far fewer bodies, so the six-headed spirits pulled the cart much slower than the monk.

More than half an hour later, one person and six spirits came to the door of a ruined temple in the mountains.

The ruined temple is surrounded by weeds and there is no path in sight.

There are broken bricks and tiles in the temple, and only two tile-roofed houses have not collapsed, and the temple that originally housed the Buddha statues only has a broken wall that is still standing.

"Master, senior brother." The monk named Huiyuan raised his voice and greeted.

In front of the broken wall of the Buddhist hall, four monks sat cross-legged among the withered grass, turning a blind eye to Huiyuan's return.

The four monks were headed by an old monk, and the other three had middle-aged faces. The four of them looked like they were possessed, their eyes fixed on the murals on the wall.

Like Huiyuan, they have four slender arms in addition to their arms.

At the moment, the four people are clasping their hands together, waving their four slender arms back and forth, observing the murals and practicing Buddhist seals.

The mural is mottled and unclear, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a stone temple. There are three large characters on the stone tablet at the entrance of the temple: Cangtuo Temple.

The stone temple depicted in this painting has a completely different style than the stone temples of that time.

On the door of the stone temple, there are two skeletons. At first glance, they look like paintings within a painting, but upon closer inspection, they look like skeletons embedded in the door.

This middle-aged man, the four monks seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, focusing entirely on the stone temple on the mural, staring closely at the two skeletons on the temple door, imitating the skeletons and making gestures.
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There is silence all around, looking from outside the ruined temple.

What one person and six spirits saw was four people sitting under a broken wall in the ruined grass, without saying a word, and the four slender arms on their backs were dancing wildly. The scene was strange.

It wasn't until the seven wooden carts were pulled into the courtyard that the four monks calmed down and looked sideways.

"Hui Yuan has come at the right time. Disciples, please refine the blood essence first. When I arrive, we will make blood sacrifices to this temple and enter to practice."

"Yes, Master."

When they turned around to look, their eyes were bloodshot, and they didn't know how long they had been staring at the mural.

Huiyuan didn't rest either. He dragged the corpses out of the car and took out the hearts of each one to refine the blood essence.

As for the lifeless Junior Brother Hui Nin in the car, that is, the golden-haired ape spirit, the old monk showed no mercy to the spirit disciple, and instead trained more carefully. After all, the essence and blood of the spirit body is much richer than that of a martial artist.

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The six spirits on the side were frightened and cautiously retreated outside the temple. They only felt that humans were more terrifying than they were monsters.

Under the broken wall, the five people refined their essence and blood and did not stop until nightfall.

The three middle-aged monks, Huiyuan's three senior brothers, did not even bother to wipe the blood on their hands. They immediately sat down under the broken wall and stared at the mural as before.

Huiyuan glanced at the three demonic brothers, turned to his master and said: "Master, we are delaying here and have committed too many crimes to enter the temple for the blood sacrifice, but we can't even enter the second Buddha wall. It's really worth it."

What?"

It turns out that to enter the Cangtuo Temple in the mural, you need a blood sacrifice, and you must be a warrior or a spirit with strong blood.

After entering the stone temple in this way, there is a Buddhist wall waiting for them inside. If they cannot understand the Buddhist teachings demonstrated by the skeletons on the wall, they will not be able to see the stone temple inheritance.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it." The old monk with the Buddhist name Shanzhao said in a deep voice with red eyes.

He has stayed here for two years, but Huiyuan started a little later, so I don’t know his painstaking efforts.

"What is it that is passed down in the stone temple in the painting? Is it a Kung Fu or a Buddhist treasure? Has Master seen it before?" Huiyuan took the opportunity to ask.

The old monk Shanzhao picked up two jars of essence and blood, took a few steps to the foot of the broken wall, and sat down cross-legged again.

"As a teacher, I have never seen the inheritance, but I have seen a monk from the younger generation take action. His dharma name is Guan Zhen."

"Two years ago, when Na Guanzhen came out of Cangtuo Temple, he could have given birth to two Buddha roots. However, after he left the temple, he killed two middle-stage Buddhist cultivators with two Buddha roots."

"If I hadn't escaped quickly as my master, I would have ended up like those two people..."

Two years ago, Shan Zhao and two Buddhist brothers discovered something strange about the murals here, but they didn't take it too seriously.

There are very few powerful inheritances left in ancient times that can still be used in today's world thousands of years later, and many demanding techniques cannot even be practiced by people in this world.

But it was different here. He had seen with his own eyes that Guan Zhen's Buddha power was domineering and powerful, and it was definitely not comparable to the incomplete version of the "Thousand Hands Sutra" they had cultivated.
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