"I heard that that gang of mercenaries came, a hundred and ten of them, but in the end only less than thirty of them returned intact!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's terrible. According to Wei Kun, the mercenary bosses have been minced into mincemeat. The carp in the No. 8 Hot Water Lake, now everyone's eyes are glowing green!"

"The top-five hospital in 80 Ursa Major took over the task of reshaping the mercenary's body, and specially sent three interstellar mobile medical arks here. It seems that they want to make a fortune from the program team!"

"Yesterday I bid farewell to Lao Zhen for filming. Good guy, only half of his head is left. If Fang Xiu's sword is a little more biased, the show team only needs to pay death compensation. Lao Zhen has been telling me not to get close to Fang Xiu.

Repair within ten miles!"

"He has no words to speak. How can he talk to you?"

"Tch, do you know Morse code?"

"Can you please bring some emotion into your long-winded words? People are really afraid of you!"

"How many years have passed since reunification? Can you change your Gada accent? If you come out to hang out, can you understand Mandarin!"

"Let's get down to business, what should we do when Fang Xiu comes?"

In Kuhan Temple, the courtyard walls are dilapidated, air leaks from everywhere, and weeds grow wantonly in the cracks of the broken floor tiles, just like the inner world of an actor squatting in the courtyard.

be terribly upset.

"Why!"

When Fang Xiu was mentioned, all the actors sighed in unison.

The dust on the ground is missing a layer.

When did acting become a high-risk profession?

"Cheer up, everyone. As long as you act according to the script and don't commit occupational diseases, safety should be fine, right?" Zhao Zhijing rubbed his hands.

"As long as we don't take action and just talk and convince people with reason, Fang Xiu is unlikely to get angry. After all, we just verbally wronged him for a few days!"

Qingsong Zhenren's voice makes me feel very unsure upon hearing it.

"Awe, show off our acting skills, Fang Xiu doesn't know that we are really weak!" Abbot Hanku smiled coldly.

"My little fresh meat traffic debut!"

"Shut up, when you took the money, why didn't you say you had no acting skills!"

"Everyone, take your place, Fang Xiu is already coming this way!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, all the actors in the yard picked up their props and prepared to rush to their reserved positions.

In the cloud sky not far away, a miniature high-speed cloud-penetrating ship flew over quickly and made an emergency landing at Kuhan Temple.

"Come on, come on, there are new props!"

Geng Fafa jumped off the cloud ship in a hurry, holding a bunch of newly equipped energy undulators in his hands.

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"Donor, the monks of Kuhan Temple are out here and don't need money or food. If there is any leftover rice, one steamed bun is enough!"

"The ascetic monk is outside and has no utensils with him. If the donor wants to pray for blessings, he can go to Kuhan Temple. The Buddha will sit down and consecrate the blessing utensils. You can take them by yourself without paying a penny!"

Fang Xiu and Bai Ling'er walked along, getting closer to Kuhan Temple. From time to time, they could see monks wearing shabby robes walking barefoot on the ground below.

Although the robes of these monks have long been washed so that the original color cannot be seen and are covered with patches, and their exposed skin has been roughened and dried yellow by the wind and sand of the wilderness, their eyes are clear, clear, simple and persistent.

"They are all ascetics from Kuhan Temple. They firmly believe that by suffering in their own bodies, they can share the suffering of all sentient beings in the world, save all suffering sentient beings in the world, and be reborn in bliss."

Bai Ling'er said: "So although they are a branch of the Vajra Demon Subduing Sect, their ideas and behavior are very different from the main sect!"

"In this world of cultivating immortals, there can be such a pure spiritual monk!"

When Fang Xiu heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Compared with the changed monasteries and presiding abbots in previous lives, perhaps this is what monks should be like.

When Fang Xiu arrived at the gate of Kuhan Temple, his heart was even more touched.

In the desolate wilderness, an ancient temple with ruined walls looks like an old man lying in the wilderness at dusk.

Above the two trembling doors, the plaques are mottled and the gold paint is peeling off, and only the words "Bitter Cold Temple" can be barely distinguished.

If it weren't for the fact that two monks in their late 50s were cleaning the dead grass and fallen leaves on the ground outside the temple gate, Fang Xiu would have almost thought that this was just an abandoned temple.

"The donor has come all the way and please come to the temple to drink a bowl of hot tea!"

When the two monks saw someone arriving, they hung Buddha beads on their hands, folded their hands and saluted, their voices were calm, and their eyes were restrained.

However, the "spiritual power" fluctuations that the body inadvertently exudes are deep and heavy, as if it were heavy.

"Two masters, we are disciples of the Xuantian Hao Sect. I wonder if Master Rouyu of our sect has ever been here."

Fang Xiu put away the Black Hidden Sword and returned the gift with his hand, feeling secretly surprised in his heart.

After he advanced to foundation building, this was the first time he felt the spiritual power fluctuations of a practitioner from such a distance.

Did your inspiration increase after you advanced to foundation building?

Or is it that the spiritual realm of these two monks is too profound?

At the very least, Fang Xiu didn't seem to notice similar spiritual power fluctuations among the clan leaders of the sixteen tribes in the wilderness.

"The benefactor of Rouyu is indeed in this temple. Also staying with her are Master Qingsong of your sect and his true disciple Xie Asan!" a monk replied.

"Master Qingsong is here too!"

Fang Xiu frowned slightly.

I once saw with my own eyes that Master Qingsong concealed Yao Chen's "The Ten Thousand Layers of Vajra is Indestructible", the ice machine, the jade bone flute.

Every time they met after that, Master Qingsong would glance at him coldly from time to time, his eyes flashing, and he had the intention of killing him and silencing him.

Twenty days ago, Fang Xiu might have been anxious, but now it was completely different.

Although he was only building the foundation, Master Qingsong stepped into the golden elixir and became famous for a long time.

However, the cultivation systems of the two sides are completely different, and the levels of spiritual power are even more different. They are several steps ahead of the rest of the world.

Fang Xiu and Taoist Qingsong are like a steel bar against a thousand pounds of cotton.

The absolute advantages derived from his cultivation system and spiritual power gave Fang Xiu a crushing advantage over the world.

Unless he is willing to break this balance, sacrifice his longevity, preach to the world, and let the world's practice system and spiritual power be completely renewed.

But will he do this?

No doubt, of course not!

He's not stupid.

Isn’t it fun to quietly be a bug by yourself?

Is it that the world is not big enough, or that there are not enough fairies, or that collecting cloud-spirited beasts is not exciting enough?

"Master, please lead the way!"

Fang Xiu walked into Kuhan Temple. He thought that the outside of the temple was dilapidated enough, but he didn't expect that the inside of the temple was even worse.

The ground is in tatters and overgrown with weeds. Although the house is solid, it lacks tiles and windows, making it drafty on all sides.

The word "bitter and cold" really deserves its name.

"Donor Soft Rain and Donor Qingsong are both in the backyard. Little benefactor, please come with me!"

The old monk Shi Shiran stepped over the wall that had only symbolic meaning and walked into the backyard of the temple.

From a distance, Fang Xiu saw an acquaintance, Senior Brother Xie Asan, with six swords of different lengths stuck behind his back.

"Senior Brother Fang, long time no see!"

Xie Sanfeng stood under the eaves, holding his hands far away, his face seemed a little stiff, and he hesitated to speak.

"Senior Brother Xie, what's wrong?" Fang Xiu asked upon seeing this.

"Yin Zhijian, Zhao Zhijing, and Pei Yuqing are inside!"

Xie Sanfeng hesitated and looked at Fang Xiu with a look of trust and uncertainty.

"Three of them?"

Fang Xiu frowned slightly. It was because of these three people that he was exposed to brothers Lie Feng Wu and Lie Feng Shan a few days ago, and was forced to get involved in the super-bloody entanglement of the Lie Feng clan.

If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been killed by Lie Fengtian at this moment!

But instead of reflecting on it, the three of them thought that he had taken refuge in the Xibo Mansion!

Such a weird brain circuit.

If it's not stupid, it must be bad.

"Thank you, senior brother, you and I will chat later!"

Fang Xiu chuckled and shook his head, then walked into the house, and the strong smell of herbs hit his face.

In the small space where the medicinal gas was steaming, six pairs of eyes looked at him.

The pale-faced Qingsong Zhenren was leaning against the bed, with a large bloody palm print on his chest that was particularly clear.
To be continued...