After leaving the Qinglong Mountains, Lin Huang and others headed towards the Daqi Dynasty.
In the imperial city of Daqi, there was a great Confucian named Cao Mingsheng. However, the so-called great Confucian was probably nothing more than that. After becoming a member of the Blood Spirit Palace, there was no such thing as a great Confucian.
However, the four of them stopped before they reached halfway.
The news came from Feng Wanli, who was temporarily taking the eleventh killing position, which made Lin Huang frown, "The great scholar Cao Mingsheng entered the Wuchan Temple three days ago and became a Buddhist monk!"
Looking at the message in the token, Lin Huang's brows tightened.
Lei Li and Song Wugui were rescued by Wuchan Temple, which made him feel angry. Now the third person he wants to assassinate has also been ordained by Wuchan Temple.
"Wuchen Temple..."
Lin Huang pursed his thin lips lightly, and there was murderous intent in the corners of his mouth.
"Boss Lin, is that stupid Wuchan Temple also a subsidiary of the Blood Spirit Temple?"
Little Fatty Bai was carrying two big hammers and cursing.
Lin Cangxue and Jun Qingcheng were silent, but they looked in the direction of Wuchan Temple.
"It seems that it's time to visit Wuchan Temple and see what kind of medicine that old guy Ye Wuchan is selling in his gourd!"
Lin Huang clenched his fists and said, Ye Wuchan must have some conspiracy to obstruct him like this. Moreover, Lei Li and Song Wugui must die, because these two people knew that he and Lin Cangxue were killed by the Thirteenth Person.
Once the two of them have the opportunity to release the news, they will probably attract countless people to pursue them.
Afterwards, Lin Huang led the three of them towards Wuchan Temple. Since Ye Wuchan wanted to go there, he would go and see what kind of monsters and monsters there were.
In less than half a day, the four of them discovered the previous Ci Nan.
I saw the latter alone, walking slowly on the official road, with mottled blood stains all over his body, looking a little embarrassed and in a trance.
"Old Bald Donkey, why are you alone and Song Wugui is here?"
Little Fatty Bai came forward and asked, holding a pair of hammers.
Ci Nan came back to his senses and glanced at the four people who suddenly appeared. The one with his hands clasped together was about to recite Amitabha, but he didn't know what he thought of. His hands that were half-closed actually stopped, and he looked confused, as if he was a little confused.
"Song Wugui's benefactor is dead!"
Ci Nan said with a bitter look on his face, and his mouth seemed a little dry.
"Dead?!"
Bai Xiaopang's eyebrows immediately stood up, and then he laughed and said, "Didn't you say that even if Xuanyuan Tibing comes, you can protect Song Wugui?"
Ci Nan's face was startled, with a look of sadness on his face, without any trace of his previous Buddha nature, and he said honestly: "Xuanyuan Tibing has appeared!"
Lin Huang and others were suddenly shocked.
"The poor monk can't stop him!"
Ci Nan continued, looking at the blood on his hands, his expression looked particularly struggling.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, feeling a little weird in his heart. Ci Nan's arrogant words only took half a day, and Song Wugui was killed by Xuanyuan Tibing.
This... was really beyond Lin Huang's expectation.
"Master Ci Nan, take us to Wuchan Temple!"
Lin Huang said with a smile, although a few people knew the general location of Wuchan Temple, they did not know its real location. With Ci Nan leading the way, it would not be a problem.
Ci Nan smiled bitterly and nodded.
On the official road, a bloody old monk led four young people towards Wuchan Temple.
Until nightfall, Lin Huang, who was resting in a ruined temple, suddenly woke up. He only heard sobbing sounds coming from outside the temple, which attracted Lin Huang's attention.
Lin Huang stood up and looked up, only to see Ci Nan covering his face with his hands, sitting by the fire and crying. For a moment, he was bursting with tears, his body was trembling, and there was no trace of Buddhism anywhere.
Lin Huang frowned. After meeting Ci Nan again, he found that the latter had changed a lot. He did not dare to put his hands together or chant the Buddha's name.
He even lost his kind-hearted look before, and was panicked and at a loss. He didn't even look like an old man, but more like a child who had done something wrong.
In the dark night, where Lin Huang frowned, he saw Ci Nan slowly taking off his cassock, exposing his back.
On Ci Nan's back, there is a green dragon, which looks extremely majestic and domineering, showing an attitude of looking down on the world.
In the ruined temple, Jun Qingcheng and Lin Cangxue also woke up. They were about to raise their heads but were stopped by Lin Huang. How could they see the naked back of an old man.
Lin Huang had seen the blue dragon behind Ci Nan before. It was on Lu Han's back. The blue dragons on the two were exactly the same.
Lin Huang didn't pay attention to it at first, until he found out that Lu Han was from the Xuanyuan family, he guessed that this might be the mark of the Xuanyuan family.
And there was a green dragon tattoo on the back of Ci Nan, which made Lin Huang daydream.
Outside the ruined temple, after Ci Nan cried, he picked up a burning log from the fire and burned the log on his back as soon as he closed his eyes.
Lin Huang's expression changed, and he immediately rushed out of the temple gate and grabbed the burning firewood.
Ci Nan raised his head, his face was startled, but he calmly picked up another match and burned it on his back, his expression was frighteningly calm.
This time, Lin Huang did not take action again, but quietly watched the way Ci Nan hurt himself, erasing Qin Long's mark on his back bit by bit.
In just a moment, Ci Nan's back became unsightly, full of red and burnt black colors, making it look particularly terrifying.
The previous green dragon pattern was also completely erased.
Afterwards, Ci Nan fumbled and put on his cassock. His old face showed the weather and vicissitudes of life. He looked at the wilderness and said calmly:
"Two hundred years have passed, but the poor monk has never forgotten that my name is Xuanyuan Wuhen, and my cousin's name is Xuanyuan Wuxiang!"
Beside the fire, Lin Huang's eyes narrowed and he was greatly surprised. He never expected that the old monk in front of him was over two hundred years old and was Xuanyuan Wuxiang's cousin.
"At the beginning, Master Wuchan was under the city tower when my cousin committed suicide. But at that time, my cousin was determined to die, and master only saved the three of us brothers in the end!"
In the ruined temple, Jun Qingcheng and others also came out and gathered around the fire, listening to Ci Nan recount the past.
"After my two brothers were rescued by the master, they ran away on the way. I was the only one who foolishly followed them to Wuchan Temple. I stayed there for more than two hundred years!"
Ci Nan buried his head deeply, seeming very ashamed.
"Half a year later, I sneaked out of Wuchan Temple once. But I heard that the Xuanyuan family was almost wiped out, and my two brothers were all killed in the battle, and their heads were hung high on the tower. I suddenly became scared.
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"I crawled back to Wuchan Temple overnight, like a coward, not daring to tell the world that my name is Xuanyuan Wuhen, and I am a member of the Xuanyuan family!"
"I chant sutras and recite Buddha's name every day, telling myself that I am a monk, I have escaped into Buddhism, and everything in the world of mortals has nothing to do with me!"
In the pitch-black night, the firelight illuminated Ci Nan's face, making the latter look particularly panicked and embarrassed, with a look of shame on his face.
Lin Huang and others were silent, just listening to the latter's story quietly.
"It's just that every night when the night gets dark, I seem to be able to hear the long roar of the blue dragon behind me, and I can see my cousin Wuxiang dying, and my cousin's sister-in-law committing suicide on the Moon Tower. I can see Xuanyuan Erlang, dressed in white, fighting with Dong Ling in a bloody battle!"
Ci Nan's face was filled with tears, crying like a child, "It's been like this for a hundred years. I chanted sutras, recited the Buddha's name, and rang the bell every day to learn Zen. Finally, I no longer thought about these things. I thought my Buddhist teachings had become much better."
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"Nearly another hundred years passed like this. Suddenly one day, I felt that I could enter the mortal world and experience it. Then I stepped out of Wuzen Temple and practiced in the mortal world for thirty years!"
"For more than two hundred years, I thought I had given up everything, but for the past thirty years, I have not dared to step into Xuanyuan City!"
Ci Nan sneered and touched his back with his backhand, "Until today, I met Xuanyuan Tibing. He told me that before the evil spirits were extinguished, no one in the Xuanyuan family could become a Buddha. I was suddenly confused!"
"I have practiced Buddhism for more than two hundred years and recited sutras for two hundred years. Why can't I recite the Diamond Sutra and forget the Prajna Heart Sutra even after Xuanyuan Tibing said a word? I can't put my hands together and don't know how to ring a bell.
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Beside the fire, Ci Nan suddenly raised his head and looked at Lin Huang expectantly, "Tell me, should I be Xuanyuan Wuhen or Ci Nan?"