The eaves in front of me were covered with dust, and there was no one everywhere. If I met them in a wilderness, I would probably think that there was a dilapidated temple in front of me for a long time.

"This is...the Zen temple?"

Ji Jiashu and others stood among the weeds and stared blankly at the building in front of them.

“Is there no one?”

Xirong Zen Temple, this place seems to be covered with a mysterious veil.

In the imagination of Ji Jiashu and others, even in the remote Xirong, the Zen Temple should be a high-walled deep courtyard guarded by heavy troops.

The appearance of the dilapidated courtyard in front of me was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

"Of course there are people."

Chu Yan chuckled with his hands behind his back, "It's just that most of the people in our Zen temple do not live there."

Don't live on it?

Ji Jiashu frowned, "Is it not that our current position is below?"

If he remembered correctly, they jumped out of a swamp, and their current location should be underground, right?

"We are not underground yet," Ying Baoyue knew what Ji Jiashu was thinking and said softly, "That Wang Swamp is just a trick, which implies a formation. When you enter, you will be transferred to another location. But the real crypt is still at our feet."

Crypt?

Although I don’t know where it was, Ji Jiashu suddenly felt a chill on his back as he heard the word. Before everyone was surprised, Chu Yan’s eyes suddenly became serious, “Silence! Someone is here.”

Although most of the Zen disciples were active underground, they walked through the main entrance when they entered and exited. Even though it was very mild, he heard someone coming towards the gate.

"Someone is coming? Where can we hide?"

Chen Zichu flashed behind Ji Jiashu, looking flustered.

"What are you hiding? Do you have time to hide?"

Chu Yan sneered and threw a large bag of black things at the three of them with his backhand, "Switch it on!"

Ji Jiashu was hit by the head of the bag. He was not angry. He reached out and touched the package, and immediately understood Chu Yan's intention.

What Chu Yan threw out was a large package, with several sets of pure black cloaks and several Shura masks. Ji Jiashu quickly untied it, brushed it a few times, and the cloak and mask instantly covered him and Chen Zichu and Xu Yishan.

The three of them dressed up. The gate of the Zen Temple creaked, and several Zen Temple disciples pushed open the gate.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Chu Yan standing in front of the door with his hands in his arms. The disciple in the leader opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Elder Thirteenth, are you back?"

"Yeah," Chu Yan snorted lightly and said coldly, "The mission is completed."

"The Second Elder was still chanting last night," the disciple of the leader glanced behind Chu Yan, looking a little surprised, "These brothers..."

"A lot of people have been damaged, only these are left," Chu Yan glanced at them, "You guys go out?"

"Yes, there seems to be some problems in the Former Qin branch. The second elder asked us to go and take a look," the head disciple replied vaguely, as if he was dodging something, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at Ying Baoyue beside Chu Yan.

Ji Jiashu's whole body was wrapped in a black robe. Seeing the disciple's eyes, his body suddenly tensed.

Not for anything else, just because Ying Baoyue did not disguise!

Chu Yan threw them only three sets of cloaks. He wanted to ask Ying Baoyue what to do, but who thought that before he could ask, the door had been opened.

Ji Jiashu's hand hiding under the cloak touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

However, these disciples glanced over Ying Baoyue, and seemed to see nothing. They bowed to Chu Yan naturally, "Thirteen Elders, the disciples still have a task, let's take a step first."

"Well, go," Chu Yan raised his chin.

Ji Jiashu was stunned and watched the group of disciples pass by them without any notice.

"Speaking of this, the female substitute that the Thirteenth Elder looked for this time was really similar to the portrait."

"No, maybe that kid Muren's disguise skills have improved again."

The discourse of the disciples spread far into Ji Jiashu's ears. It was not until the breath of the group of people completely disappeared that Ji Jiashu raised his head and stared at the back of the young elder in front of him, "What's going on?"

Chu Yan's style of Yun Danfengqing ignored his problems.

Ying Baoyue looked at him sideways, "Do you have a personal disciple who can disguise?"

"He can only disguise himself as a person," Chu Yan looked at her with a smile, "that's you."

He knew why Ji Jiashu and others were surprised, and the reactions of the disciples who had just left the house were as expected.

He prepared for Ying Baoyue's visit to the Zen Temple this time.

First of all, he asked his disciple Mu Ren to disguise himself as Ying Baoyue according to the portrait circulated in the Zen temple, and followed him in and out every day.

His apparent reason was that the disciples participated in the search last time, but he still let Ying Baoyue escape from the Zen temple. In order to make the disciples familiar with Ying Baoyue's appearance, he would take his disciples to practice day by day next time.

The reason he found was naturally a bit far-fetched, but because Yun Zhongjun was not in the courtyard, he handed over the responsibility of acting Zen Master to him, most of the elders were unwilling to offend him easily. Some elders and disciples tried several times and found that Mu Ren was really following him, so they let it go.

In less than half a month, people in the Zen temple were familiar with people with Ying Baoyue's appearance and were active in the courtyard.

"It's still possible..."

After hearing Chu Yan's brief explanation, Ji Jiashu looked at the man with complex eyes.

What's even more terrifying than Chu Yan's trick is his intention.

What is this man's intention to Ying Baoyue?

If he just wanted to trick Ying Baoyue into the Zen temple, he wouldn't have to spend so much effort at all.

Most people in the Zen temple wear masks. Chu Yan wants to hide Ying Baoyue, so he can just give her a mask.

"Okay, let's go in," Chu Yan ignored everyone with different thoughts and said Dandan, "After entering, remember to restrain your breath. You Zhongyuan people are different from our Zen disciples. If you don't restrain your breath, you will be strangled by the formations in the hospital as soon as you step into the hospital."

Chen Zichu shivered, "Hand, strangle?"

"Otherwise, what do you think this is?" Chu Yan sneered and looked at Ying Baoyue with a point of view. "These young men came here voluntarily. I have no obligation to protect your lives. So everyone, remember to protect your own lives."

"Originally, we understand," Ji Jiashu narrowed his eyes and blocked Ying Baoyue before he spoke, "Baoyue, you don't have to worry about us. We are practitioners, and we can protect our own lives."

He vaguely understood Chu Yan's intention. This person wanted Ying Baoyue to persuade them to leave and took Ying Baoyue into the Zen temple alone.

The place in front of him was full of weirdness. How could he feel assured that Ying Baoyue would leave with this ulterior motive?

"Okay, you can follow me if you want."

Chu Yan shrugged and walked to the plaque.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, and the big words were still hanging brightly on the gate of the Zen Temple.

"All sentient beings suffer."

Chu Yan pushed open the gate of the courtyard, stood behind the threshold, and stretched out his hand to Ying Baoyue.

"Come in."
Chapter completed!