Ye Qiu stood in front of the temple and looked up. A simple temple appeared in his sight.
The temple is magnificent.
Solemn and solemn.
It's like a giant palace.
On both sides of the temple's door, there are seventy-two huge stone pillars, and two giant cobras are carved on the door.
Ye Qiu stepped forward and came to the door of the temple. He was about to punch open the door, but unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened.
A monk came out from inside.
The monk is about in his early twenties, wearing a red cassock and a large silver ring on his right ear.
Seeing Ye Qiu, the monk was stunned for a moment, then mumbled a few words.
Ye Qiu didn't understand a word and asked directly in Chinese: "Where is Kasyapa Nagarjuna?"
The monk looked at Ye Qiu in surprise and asked, "I wonder why the donor came to see the Venerable?"
The monk spoke fluent Chinese.
"Where is Kasyapa Nagarjuna?" Ye Qiu asked again.
"The donor wants to see the Venerable?" the monk asked.
Ye Qiu said: "I came here just to find Kasyapa Nagarjuna. If you know where he is, please take me to see him."
"Donor, where is the saint?" the monk asked.
Ye Qiu was confused: "Saint? What kind of saint?"
The monk said: "Since the donor is here to see the Venerable, doesn't he know the Venerable's rules?"
"No matter who wants to see the Venerable, he must be a young saint."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to see His Holiness."
Ye Qiu suddenly remembered that there is an ancient tradition in Tianzhu, that is, after girls from poor families enter puberty, they are forced to sell themselves to temples and serve the temple elders.
This is the origin of the saint.
They are also called temple prostitutes.
These holy girls are very pitiful. They cannot marry or have relationships. They have to serve the elders of the temple all their lives until they grow old and lose their beauty, and finally die alone.
To put it bluntly, they are slaves!
Ye Qiu didn't expect that there were such rules for meeting Kasyapa Nagarjuna.
"Since the donor didn't bring the saint, please come back!" After the monk finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Wait a moment."
Ye Qiu pointed to the temple and asked, "Is Kasyapa Nagarjuna inside?"
The reason why he wanted to ask clearly was because he was worried that the trip would be in vain.
As long as he is sure that Kasyapa Nagarjuna is inside, he doesn't need to be so polite.
"Donor, I just said that if you want to see the Venerable, you must be a young saint, otherwise you will not be able to see the Venerable. Go quickly!"
The monk waved his hand impatiently.
Ye Qiu said: "I have some important matters to discuss with Kasyapa Nagarjuna. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the important matter if I miss it. Let me ask you one last time, is Kasyapa Nagarjuna inside?"
The monk said: "The Venerable is naturally in the temple. I wonder what the donor wants to see the Venerable?"
"Kill him." Ye Qiu's tone suddenly turned cold and he pointed out.
call out!
The sword energy penetrated the monk's eyebrows, and with a "bang" sound, the young monk fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and he refused to close his eyes.
Ye Qiu ignored the corpse and stepped into the door.
After entering the door, Ye Qiu saw a huge square in front of him. In the square, there was a group of monks sweeping the floor.
Ye Qiu's appearance attracted the attention of these sweeping monks.
One of the middle-aged monks came over with a stern look on his face and kept chattering.
Ye Qiu couldn't understand Tianzhu's language, but from the middle-aged monk's expression and tone, he could guess that this monk wanted him to get out.
"boom!"
Without saying a word, Ye Qiu punched the monk to pieces.
Several other monks were frightened by Ye Qiu's methods and stood there blankly, unable to recover for a long time.
Obviously, they didn't expect that someone would dare to kill people in the temple.
Take this opportunity.
Ye Qiu rushed out and punched several monks like lightning.
Then, we walked towards the temple.
Along the way, Ye Qiu met dozens more monks, and without exception, they were all killed.
Ye Qiu continued to go deeper into the temple.
Suddenly, a kind-hearted middle-aged monk stood in front of him.
This monk is forty-five years old, with a round face and broad ears. He is draped in a red cassock and holds a vajra in his hand.
Ye Qiu discovered that the monk's cassock was sewn with gold thread, and his face was full of majesty.
He realized that this monk probably had a high status in the temple.
"Where is Kasyapa Nagarjuna?" Ye Qiu asked, not hiding the murderous intent on his body.
The middle-aged monk said: "Donor, you have fallen into the devil's way. If you don't look back, you will have no regrets..."
Clang!
Before Ye Qiu could wait for the middle-aged monk to finish speaking, he activated a sword energy from his fingertips and slashed out.
The middle-aged monk reacted quickly and quickly blocked the sword energy with his vajra.
"when!"
There was a loud noise.
The vajra was instantly shattered.
The middle-aged monk was knocked back more than a dozen steps before he stabilized his body. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face became serious.
Buzz!
The middle-aged monk opened his arms, and nine rays of true energy emerged from his back, with overwhelming momentum.
Then, the middle-aged monk clenched his hands into fists, and a faint golden light erupted from his fists.
At the same time, the middle-aged monk's benevolent look disappeared, replaced by a look of murderous intent.
"No matter who you are, if you dare to cause trouble in the temple, you will die without mercy."
"I advise you that it is best to commit suicide and apologize."
"otherwise……"
Ye Qiu interrupted: "Otherwise, what do you want?"
"Otherwise I will send you to hell."
After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, his body was like lightning and he punched Ye Qiu directly in the heart.
When his fist punched out, there was a sound of wind and thunder, which was extremely powerful.
After all, this middle-aged monk is a strong man who has cultivated the Nine Paths of True Qi. If he were placed on the God List, he would also be among the top three on the God List.
However, Ye Qiu showed no fear.
He has even killed the cultivators at the peak of foundation building, so how can he be afraid of a master of Nine Paths of True Qi?
Ye Qiu stood still and waited until the middle-aged monk's fist was still half a meter away from him before he took action.
Ye Qiu opened the five fingers of his right hand, quickly grabbed the middle-aged monk's fist, and shook it hard.
"Crack!"
The monk's fist exploded into a mist of blood.
"ah……"
The middle-aged monk screamed.
At this moment, Ye Qiu's left hand turned into a palm knife, like a peerless magic weapon, releasing a sharp edge and quickly struck the middle-aged monk's body.
puff--
The middle-aged monk's body was cut in half by Ye Qiu.
In an instant, blood splashed out and spread all over the floor. The scene was extremely bloody.
Ye Qiu showed no mercy at all.
If it weren't for these people, how could those soldiers in the Hades Palace die?
You must know that those soldiers are the sharp swords of the country and have made countless meritorious deeds. For a long time, they have been on the front line of protecting the country, but in the end they were brutally killed by no one.
Thinking of the tragic situation when they died, Ye Qiu felt a murderous desire in his heart.
Boom!
Ye Qiu's footsteps stepped over the middle-aged monk's body and continued to move forward.
