The two of them could no longer move their steps, and their bodies were shaking like sieves.
After more than ten breaths, the shaking gradually stopped.
Xu Qingluo looked at Chu Ling helplessly.
Chu Ling stamped her feet and hummed: "Qingluo, your master is really too much!"
"Sister Chu, there must be a reason why Master won't let us go. We should listen to Master," Xu Qingluo said.
"Aren't you curious?"
"I am extremely curious, but now that Master has spoken..." Xu Qingluo shook her head helplessly.
"Let's give it a try." Chu Ling's bright eyes turned and flashed cunningly.
Xu Qingluo looked at her.
Chu Ling shook Xu Qingluo's arm: "Come on, Qingluo, let's see if we can see it. It doesn't matter if your master finds out. He will just scold you a few times."
"Master will know if we can't get close."
"We sneak closer."
"You can't hide it from Master."
"Qingluo, you think too much of your master."
"Sister Chu, Master is more powerful than I thought." Xu Qingluo shook her head.
"You worship your master too much." Chu Ling said, "You think too much about him."
"Alas..." Xu Qingluo shook her head.
It's not that I thought of Master too much, it was Sister Chu who thought Master too much, too weak.
The appearance of Master that Sister Chu saw was only the most ordinary side of Master, and she had never seen the other side of Master.
Sister Chu must have never seen her master swinging a sword.
The speed with which the master swings his sword exceeds the speed of any species in the world. Only lightning can match it. Only when you see it with your own eyes can you appreciate the strong impact.
This strong impact has been imprinted in my mind. Every time I think of it, I will be refreshed and encourage myself to practice harder.
There is also a master who can control thunder and lightning clouds and heal thousands of people with a wave of his hand. These are powers that are beyond people's imagination and are almost like gods.
Such a powerful master, because of his gentle and calm demeanor, ordinary appearance, and his lack of martial arts skills, after getting along with him for a while, he will unconsciously become an ordinary person, just like the divine monk Fakong.
It's not the same as the person in front of me.
This is an absolute illusion.
Sister Chu fell into this illusion.
Because I practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra and blessed the Buddhist beads with the Pure Heart Mantra, I was able to stay awake all the time.
Chu Ling shook her arm: "Qingluo, good Qingluo, let's go, let's go."
"Alas" Xu Qingluo looked at her and sighed helplessly: "Okay, let's try it then."
"Yes, it's time to try." Chu Ling nodded hurriedly and shook her arm vigorously: "Hurry up, it's too late, maybe you won't be able to see anything."
Xu Qingluo was extremely well-behaved in front of Fakong, often acting like a little girl, and she looked like a little girl.
But usually in front of others, he shows his extraordinary intelligence, maturity and stability.
So even though Chu Ling is eight years older than her, she unconsciously treats her as an equal, discusses problems with her, and often listens to her suggestions.
"Let's go." The two of them walked out of the outer courtyard gate lightly and walked along Suzaku Avenue. They asked someone on the roadside for the location of Dayan Temple.
Chu Ling was not familiar with the road to Shenjing, but Xu Qingluo was very familiar with it.
She has a photographic memory and is very attentive to everything. She has long ago clearly remembered every street and alley in Shenjing, forming a clear map in her mind.
When they arrived outside the Dayan Temple, they found that the outside of the Dayan Temple had been surrounded and guarded by soldiers wearing bright armor.
The two of them stood close to the corner of an alley and looked around. They found no flaws or loopholes that could not be penetrated.
"I can get in with my belt card." Chu Ling said softly.
Xu Qingluo shook her head: "It's useless. As soon as Sister Chu shows your identity, they will report it first, and of course the master will know."
"What can we do?" Chu Ling asked.
Xu Qingluo said: "Sister Chu, don't you know the art of disguise? Otherwise, we can sneak in?"
"I can only pretend to be one person, not someone else." Chu Ling said embarrassedly.
Xu Qingluo sighed: "Then I have to step forward... I know someone who can sneak in."
Chu Ling said hurriedly: "Then hurry up."
Xu Qingluo looked up at the Dayan Temple, as if she saw the master staring at her, and immediately shrank: "Sister Chu, if the master wants to punish me, you can't just die without saving me."
"Don't worry, I'll just say that I forced you to come here."
"Well, that's indeed the truth."
"Qingluo!" Chu Ling glared at her.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "It's best to put all the responsibilities on Sister Chu. Master will not punish you."
"I'm just afraid that if he complains to Ninth Brother, and if Ninth Brother complains to Mother Queen and Grandma, I won't even be able to get out."
"Then shall we go in?"
"We're all here, how can we back down!"
"Fight!" Xu Qingluo gritted her teeth, unable to suppress her curiosity, and came to the gate of Dayan Temple with Chu Ling.
Four armored soldiers blocked the door, looking serious.
Xu Qingluo said to a tall and burly soldier: "Brother Lu, I'm looking for the master."
"...Go in." The tall and burly soldier showed a smile and backed away: "It's very miserable inside. Miss Xu, you'd better be prepared."
I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, Qingluo's face works quite well.
Although it is a fox pretending to be a tiger, it is borrowing the power of Fa Kong.
The two women had just walked five steps away and approached the gate of Dayan Temple when their faces suddenly changed and turned pale.
The thick bloody smell seemed to stick to the air, so thick that it could not be dissolved, and it seemed as if the alveoli were blocked with every breath.
The entire mouth and nose was filled with the smell of blood.
My chest couldn't help but surge.
"Wow!" Chu Ling suddenly vomited out, bent down and supported an ancient tree while vomiting violently.
Xu Qingluo's face was also ugly.
However, the cool breath breathed into the beads seemed to spread all over the body, thus suppressing the urge to vomit.
She stepped forward and patted Chu Ling's back gently, her hands already filled with zhenqi, regulating Chu Ling's body and relieving the discomfort.
She took off a water bag from her waist and handed it to Chu Ling.
Chu Ling took it, rinsed her mouth, drank two more sips of the divine water, exhaled a long breath, and finally felt better.
Her face was still pale, and she turned to look at Xu Qingluo: "Qingluo, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"
"The smell is terrible." Xu Qingluo nodded: "I was trying not to vomit. Are you feeling better now?"
"Much better." Chu Ling wanted to hold her nose and looked at Dayan Temple in disgust: "This smell is too strong and disgusting!"
The bloody smell still rushed into her mouth and nose continuously, trying to soak her thoroughly, and she felt more and more out of breath.
"Otherwise, we'd better leave." Seeing her like this, Xu Qingluo said softly: "You can smell such a strong smell now. It must be worse inside. No wonder Master won't let us come over. We will definitely have nightmares after seeing it."
"...Let's see and then talk." Chu Ling hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted his teeth.
"Okay." Xu Qingluo saw her persistence and knew how stubborn she was, so she stopped trying to persuade her. The two held hands and walked inside.
Just as he was about to enter the gate, a huge white light pillar rose into the sky and broke through the sky.
Chu Lin's eyes widened.
"The Great Light Mantra." Xu Qingluo said softly: "It is Master who is using the Great Light Mantra to save them."
Chu Ling turned to look at her.
Xu Qingluo nodded slightly: "Master used it."
Chu Ling knew she wouldn't lie, but seeing such a thick white light pillar still felt weird.
Is this something a mortal can do?
When Fakong and Chu Xiang arrived at the Dayan Temple with the two Qianlong Guards, the Dayan Temple was gloomy and the air was oppressive.
Smelling the extremely strong smell of blood, before entering the gate, Chu Xiang's face turned extremely ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not Huangquan Valley."
Huangquan Valley uses poison, so there is no such strong bloody smell at all, only the smell of death.
Fakong nodded.
The two stepped into the gate and saw corpses piled on top of each other in front of the Main Hall, soaked in a pool of blood.
The flat yard in front of the Main Hall originally had a drainage ditch, but it was blocked by the corpse. The blood could not flow out. It all gathered in the yard to form a blood pool, and the corpse was soaked in it.
More than a hundred corpses were stacked six stories high, forming a mountain of corpses. The highest corpse was lying on its back, with a sword pierced through the heart and the sword standing straight upright.
The sword spike is white and flutters slightly.
Outside the threshold of the Main Hall, one person knelt down and the other stood.
Kneeling is the handsome and handsome monk Jingfan, staring directly at the mountain of corpses, especially the corpse with a sword stuck in the heart. It is his master, the abbot of Dayan Temple, Master Zhiming.
Standing next to him was Feng Chaoling.
Feng Chaoling's face was as gloomy as iron, and he stood with his hands behind his back. When he saw Fakong and Chu Xiang coming in, they joined in a tithe, then strode along the verandah to the door, joined each other again, and then clasped their fists.
As the leader of the Qianlong Guard, of course he recognized Chu Xiang.
Chu Xiang cupped his fists and returned the salute: "Old Feng, the corpse is here, is there anyone else?"
"My lord, they are all here." Feng Chaoling said solemnly: "After the murderer killed someone, he gathered the corpses here. This is a demonstration, or he has a deep grudge!"
"Is there any target of suspicion?" Chu Xiang asked.
This method of killing is quite unique. After killing, the bodies are gathered together and stacked into a mountain, and then the sword is left behind.
I just don’t know what the martial arts of the monks in Dayan Temple are like. If their martial arts are good, then this person’s swordsmanship is also good.
"I have no clue." Feng Chaoling shook his head and turned to Fa Kong: "So we can only rely on the master's magical power."
If he hadn't encountered such a tragic incident, if it hadn't been for Jingfan, as the leader of the Qianlong Guard, he would never have asked Fakong for help.
Fakong looked at Jingfan.
Blood oozed from the corners of Monk Jingfan's eyes, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, as if two flames were dancing faintly.
His cheeks bulged and he gritted his teeth, filled with hatred and murderous intent.
Jingfan was an orphan. He entered the temple at a young age and was raised by the abbot Zhiming. He was said to be a master, but in fact it was better than the relationship between father and son.
Jingfan couldn't accept this scene.
When he joined the Qianlong Guard, he had not yet achieved great success, he had not yet become famous in the world, he had not yet repaid the Great Yan Temple, and he had not even repaid his master for his upbringing.
He was originally very ambitious and confident. With his qualifications and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sutra, he would be able to practice like a fish in water in Qianlong Guard. He would make great strides with each passing day and soon become famous all over the world and revitalize the Great Yan Temple.
But now, everything is in vain.
"What does he know?" Fakong asked.
Feng Chaoling shook his head: "He said that Dayan Temple is kind to people and has never had any enmity with anyone. If there is any enmity, it is only because he has enmity with several princes."
"Which prince does he suspect is responsible?" Fakong asked.