What exactly Cihang Temple is going to do? There is no point in guessing at home. You can find out just by taking a look.
Du Wen planned this, and so did Xia Yanzhen.
Master Cihang is back?
Well, let's go see if it's me. If so, the task will be completed soon.
Early the next morning.
The spring weather is just right. Located in a corner of the imperial city, Cihang Temple covers an area of large size and is crowded with people and extremely lively.
A large number of believers gathered here, waiting to listen to Master Cihang's sermons.
Opportunities like this are few and far between in recent years.
Not long after, a sound of gongs was heard outside.
A group of people arrived, with armored guards in front clearing the way. In the middle, sitting on a tall horse, was an extremely majestic middle-aged man.
It was none other than Du Wen.
When the Grand Master arrived, the crowd naturally separated.
Du Wen rode all the way to the temple gate. The welcoming monk looked at the astonishing Du Wen and forced a smile.
"Master Du..."
"Why, don't you welcome me to come when Master gives lectures?" Du Wen's tone was light, but the words he spoke were weighty.
The two sides fought fiercely, but when they met each other "like kings", they were still smiling.
Naturally, the little monk who welcomed guests couldn't bear Du Wen's heart-wrenching words.
If there is even a slight mishandling, Cihang Temple itself will have to express its response without Du Wen taking action.
Du Wen was a person who fought with Master Cihang.
Where is it the monk's turn to welcome guests?
If you do this, what if Du Wen's men don't give Master Cihang face someday?
Are you letting each other out and making disgusting people?
The little devils are not stupid, they are the ones who will be unlucky in the end.
"Don't you dare..." The welcoming monk immediately stepped aside.
He just needs to block it a little to show his attitude.
The welcoming monks backed away, and Du Wen immediately rode his horse to enter Cihang Temple. The believers outside were immediately dissatisfied.
Buddhism is a pure place. Even if you are a grand master, it's not easy to ride in, right?
Complaints and discussions arose.
Du Wen was not polite and looked back directly, his eyes were like lightning, and a deep pressure emanated from him.
The crowd of believers immediately became silent.
Du Wen's gaze seemed to have turned into a big mountain, pressing firmly on everyone's heart, making them breathless and unable to speak.
Du Wen is obviously a monk with unpredictable abilities.
"snort."
Seeing that all the believers were quiet, Du Wen snorted and rode into Cihang Temple.
He doesn't like these believers at all.
If you have money and provide it to Cihang Temple, why not provide it to the imperial court?
A bunch of idiots who don't know what to call.
After Cihang Temple is completely eliminated, these people will confiscate all their homes!
High in the air, Tiamat looked at Du Wen and said, "This man is very powerful."
"How strong?"
"The aura just emitted is probably stronger than the tree demon back then..." Tiamat initially judged Du Wen's strength.
The Dream Apostle continues to experience various different worlds.
It can barely be divided into several levels.
If the world you live in does not have a cultivation system with clear realm levels, it will be difficult to divide them.
We can only compare with "predecessors" to have a relatively clear understanding of our strength.
"Tree demon? It's not that strong." Xia Yanzhen said, "Let's wait for Master Cihang to come out."
"Um."
Tiamat continues to hide high in the sky.
Despite its size, it is difficult to notice.
As for Xia Yanzhen, if monks like Du Wen used their spiritual consciousness to scan him, even if they could scan Tiamat, they would not be able to scan him.
When he arrived outside the square of the Main Hall in the temple, Du Wen got off his horse.
A stage has been set up in the square.
There were quite a few futons placed in front of the table, and quite a few people were already sitting on the futons.
Compared with ordinary believers outside, the status of those who come here to listen to scriptures is much higher.
There are many dignitaries.
Seeing Du Wen coming here, these people were very surprised. It was not right to go up to say hello, nor was it wrong not to say hello. It was quite embarrassing.
Du Wen did not embarrass them. He got off his horse and stood beside them, pretending not to let strangers in.
Seeing Du Wen like this, the others breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent.
Soon, accompanied by a burst of Sanskrit music, a group of monks came out.
There were sixteen people in total, divided into two rows, and in the middle was a bejeweled old monk.
The old monk has a thin figure, his two white eyebrows hang down, his cheeks are sunken, and there are no wrinkles on his face.
This person is Master Cihang, an old man over a hundred years old and a highly respected Buddhist master.
Without squinting his eyes, Master Cihang, surrounded by disciples and Sanskrit voices, came to the stage and sat down. Without saying any preface, he immediately opened his mouth and started chanting sutras.
His voice was combined with the Sanskrit sounds formed by the chanting of the surrounding disciples, and spread outside the temple so that believers outside could also hear it.
Although they didn't understand it at all, they were fascinated by it, with a look of obsession on their faces.
The same goes for the believers in the temple.
Including those around Du Wen, the expressions on their faces also gradually changed.
Du Wen was the only one who was not affected. His eyes did not fall on Master Cihang, but on the disciples around him.
After a while, Du Wen felt calm.
That’s right!
Master Cihang has not come back!
These people in front of me are fake.
Cihang's master Du Wen couldn't see the flaw, but these disciples, Du Wen did.
They are not the people who usually follow Master Cihang.
This is just a show arranged by Cihang Temple to stabilize people's hearts.
"In that case..."
After confirming this, Du Wen was ready to make a move.
There are not many opportunities like this, he must seize it!
Du Wen was a decisive person. After making up his mind, he began to prepare, and his magic power secretly circulated.
"Do you want to take action?"
High in the sky, Tiamat asked.
"Don't worry, let's see what Master Du does." Xia Yan was really not in a hurry.
We can't be sure whether Master Cihang is real or fake, so let's see what Du Wen will do.
It's naturally a good thing if someone takes the lead.
Just as he was talking, Du Wen in the square suddenly burst out: "Monster! How dare you pretend to be Master Cihang!"
While shouting, he stepped forward and punched out.
A huge golden fist formed instantly, fell from the sky, and hit Master Cihang.
That yelling was not a reminder.
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Du Wen stopped shouting and the Sanskrit music stopped immediately.
The sixteen disciples beside Master Cihang staggered around, and some even vomited blood.
I saw the huge golden fist smashing Master Cihang and his disciples into a piece of flesh.
Master Cihang pushed up with his backhand.
There was also a flash of golden light on his body, and he withstood the falling fist. Not only that, Master Cihang also stood up with his fist in hand.
The platform under my feet was not damaged at all.
This scene shocked Du Wen.
In addition to Master Cihang, there are other masters in Cihang Temple who can compete with him?
No, could it be said that he was deceived?
This is Master Cihang, not an impostor?
Is this a trap set up by Cihang Temple to deal with him?
Thinking like lightning, Du Wen understood that the matter had come to this, and he had no other option. He could only break the situation by killing the "Master Cihang" in front of him and proving that the evildoer was impersonating him.
That’s fine!
Compared with the conspiratorial and scheming method of drugging the "medicine" used by Master Cihang in his cultivation, Du Wen still prefers the straight-forward approach now!
He practiced the art of killing as a soldier.
This cultivation method does not improve lifespan much. Even if you practice to the legendary level, you can live a long life of two hundred years.
But if he is good at killing, his killing power is comparable to that of the most skilled swordsman in the path of cultivating immortals.
Du Wen practiced the art of killing, and his nature was like burning fire and fighting.
The current scene even coincided with his thoughts.
"It seems that Master Du has gone crazy, lost his mind and fallen into the evil way! No wonder he poisoned my lay disciples of Cihang Temple. I had no choice but to do justice for heaven." Master Cihang also made an excuse for himself.
, said loudly.
Du Wen was too lazy to answer.
Poisoning is indeed poisoning.
But are those people your lay disciples from Cihang Temple?
It's just that you, Monk Cihang, have decided to be the medicine man to assist you in your cultivation in the future.
Du Wen's body formed golden armor and went straight to Master Cihang.
Whoever wins between the two will tell the truth.
In an instant, Du Wen appeared next to Master Cihang and hit his head with a huge fist.
A terrifying wave of energy surged out, and all the disciples around him were blown away. Those believers were also blown off their feet.
Master Cihang did not dodge or evade, put his hands together and pushed forward.
Like Du Wen, he also became golden.
But Du Wen is a golden armor, and Master Cihang is a Buddhist golden body.
Both palms and fists collided, and a huge sound resounded over the imperial city.
The platform under their feet shattered instantly, and a pile of sawdust and dust flew into the sky.
Du Wen's punch was blocked, and another punch landed on Master Cihang's forehead in a flash of lightning.
Master Cihang suddenly leaned back and took ten steps back.
Every step leaves a deep footprint on the ground.
The force of the shock spread outward as he retreated.
The area of Cihang Temple is okay, but the further outside it becomes, the more it looks like an earth dragon is turning over, and some houses that are not very strong collapse directly.
After being hit in the head by a punch, Master Cihang fell into a disadvantage. His golden forehead was shattered, and cracks spread across his entire face.
It seems to be covered with a broken carapace.
There was blood flowing, and it was obvious that the injury was serious.
Du Wen did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it.
He stood there and looked at his left hand.
Just now, this punch broke Master Cihang's golden body, but a hole also appeared inexplicably in Du Wen's armor.
A small bloody hole was stabbed on his hand, and the black breath spread along the wound and reached the upper part of Du Wen's arm.
With all his magic power, he couldn't suppress it!
"You are indeed a demon!"
Du Wen was shocked and angry. It was impossible for human monks to cultivate such poison.
And he was very sure that Master Cihang did not use any magic weapon.
The demon monk turned out to be a demon monk!
"Alchemy Master Du is indeed completely possessed by the devil." Master Cihang sighed, his tone was pitiful, but a strange smile appeared on his face.
The people around him had long since fainted and died, and no one could see his expression.
He is not only a demon, but also an extremely rare two-headed poisonous scorpion!
Naturally heterogeneous.
After successful cultivation, he became one soul and two bodies, and the Master Cihang who traveled abroad was him, and the Master Cihang here was also him.
There is no difference between true and false.
Even if Du Wen tried his best to kill him, the other Cihang would not be affected.
Not only that, he will be resurrected!
Only if both of them are killed within a short period of time will Master Cihang really die.
You, Du Wen, are setting me up.
But why am I, Master Cihang, setting you up and waiting for you to get involved?
I calculated your plans.
From the beginning, Du Wen was doomed to failure!
With a sly smile, Master Cihang took a step forward, ready to pursue the victory.
It doesn't matter if he and Du Wen die together.
At this moment, a huge sense of crisis broke out.
A black sword exuding a ferocious aura appeared above Master Cihang's head, and the owner of the sword stabbed down.
The sword blade easily pierced through the damaged carapace and penetrated most of Master Cihang's body.
Xia Yanzhen took advantage of the situation and slashed.
The sly smile of victory on Master Cihang's face didn't even have time to disappear completely before it was split into two halves.
He plotted against Du Wen, but could not calculate that Xia Yan really existed.