Chu Li suddenly smiled: "Dealing with Zhuanlun Temple is not just for revenge, right?"
Monk Nalunming plotted against them. It was despicable for him as a god to commit such a murderous attack. However, because of him, both of them reaped huge benefits. Although their cultivation methods were different, their cultivation levels increased greatly.
Therefore, the hatred between Monk Lunming and them is not that deep, and the grudges are mutually exclusive, so it is a bit reluctant to seek revenge from him.
Sun Mingyue said: "It is not purely for personal enmity, but also to establish prestige. The church has been unstable recently, and people outside are also ready to take action. They need to be made aware of the power of the Holy Religion."
Chu Li smiled and shook his head: "With the leader here, why is it necessary?"
"Master has been in seclusion, and everyone knows that the masters of the gods cannot attack at will, so they are confident." Sun Mingyue said.
Chu Li suddenly realized and said with a smile: "I see, then when should we take action?"
"Today!" Sun Mingyue said.
Chu Li said: "Well, I always wanted to teach that old monk Lun Ming a lesson!"
Sun Mingyue glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "You can still take action? I heard that many masters of the Blood God Sect have been dealt with, so I'm afraid there is no spare power left, right?"
The two of them know the details of the Supreme Vajra Sutra best. The most powerful mellow inner energy is limited in quantity and only fills six rounds. As long as it is completely consumed, it will not appear again.
The Brahma Wheel keeps absorbing the strange breaths of heaven and earth, which seem to come from the outside world, from the most yin to the cold, or the most yang to the strong. This extreme power cannot be transformed into a mellow power without the two people practicing together, and its power is only as powerful as it is now.
His internal strength is just a bit stronger.
Chu Li looked at her with a smile.
He is not worried that his mellow aura is insufficient, because once the two of them join forces, their auras can interact with each other and become one. When they separate again, they will be equally divided between each other, and Sun Mingyue's mellow aura will replenish it for him.
Sun Mingyue snorted and said, "Don't worry, I'm not like you."
As a saint, she has rare opportunities to take action, and the people below will take action in everything.
Chu Li nodded: "Then let's go find Lun Ming again!"
Sun Mingyue stood up and came to him.
Chu Li stretched out his hand to hold her sleeve, and the two of them suddenly disappeared on the spot, and the next moment they appeared on the top of the mountain, in front of the deep valley where they had been trapped for two months.
Looking at the dark deep valley below, there is no end in sight. Under the Shijue Yuan Locking Formation, it is impossible to see what is going on inside. Who would have thought that there is a thousand-year-old Netherworld Dragon trapped here.
Chu Li glanced down with some confusion, shook his head and said, "It seems that the old monk has noticed it."
Once they appeared, Monk Lunming should have sensed the two of them, but he didn't appear to kill them. It was obvious that he had sensed them.
The senses of the masters of the gods are more acute.
Sun Mingyue said: "Just go to Zhuanlun Temple directly. If you escape, the monk will not be able to escape from the temple!"
Chu Li nodded.
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In the evening, the setting sun dyed the solemn and mysterious Zhuanlun Temple red.
Chu Li and Sun Mingyue stood outside Zhuanlun Temple, watching the solemn monastery shimmering with golden light in the setting sun, and Sanskrit sounds floating out from the temple, ethereal and sacred, making people feel awe.
Chu Li turned to look at her: "Have you thought about it?"
Although they felt that they could fight against the masters of the gods, they did not dare to say that they could really beat the masters of the gods. If they failed, they would probably not be able to escape unscathed, so this action was quite risky.
Sun Mingyue said in a deep voice: "Isn't it already decided?"
The two of them had said during the Shi Jue Suo Yuan Formation that they would go to Zhuan Lun Temple to settle accounts after they left the formation. Unfortunately, they were found by their master as soon as they left the formation and failed to do so.
Chu Li said: "Okay, then go in!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his voice and shouted: "Monk Lunming, come out!"
As he spoke, the two of them held each other's hands, their breaths were connected, and the mellow inner energy came out with the sound. Suddenly, it was like a huge thunder exploding in the sky, suppressing the sound of Sanskrit chanting in the entire Zhuanlun Temple.
"Boom boom..." The bronze bell of Zhuan Lun Temple vibrated violently and roared.
The entire Zhuanlun Temple seemed to be trembling. This was the tyrannical power of the masters of the gods.
The door of Zhuanlun Temple suddenly opened, and a group of red-robed monks floated out. They separated to the two sides and stood in two rows. Then three old monks slowly walked out. They all had eight ring scars on their heads, and their bald heads shone brightly in the sunset.
The three old monks came to Chu Li and Sun Mingyue and paid tithes together: "Namo Amitabha..."
Chu Li hummed: "Where is Monk Lunming?"
"Two benefactors are courteous." The three old monks titheed together again.
The monk in charge was tall and burly, with a loyal and calm face, and said slowly: "Uncle Lun Ming has gone out, what do you two donors want to do with Uncle Lun Ming?"
"The saintly daughter of the Holy Sect of Light is here to demand justice!" Chu Li said in a deep voice: "Monk Lunming, as a master of the gods, sneaked into a master of the outer world, which is really disgusting!"
"It turns out it's Donor Sun and Donor Chu!" The loyal monk Heshi said: "The poor monk knows the Dharma!"
Chu Li waved his hand and said: "Monk Zhifa, don't waste time here. Monk Lunming is in the temple, right?"
Monk Zhifa shook his head and said: "I don't want to lie, but my uncle is indeed not in the temple and has already found another place to retreat."
Chu Li hummed: "Then where is he?"
Monk Zhifa sighed helplessly: "Uncle Lun Ming's whereabouts are erratic, and we are not aware of it. If the two donors really want to find Master Lun Ming, they might as well come back in a year."
Chu Li laughed: "You must have a way to invite Monk Hui Lun Ming, right? Use it now, don't force us to use strong methods to damage the vitality of your Zhuan Lun Temple!"
Monk Zhifa showed a troubled expression: "Almsgiver Chu, we really can't do anything, and we hope you can forgive us."
Chu Li turned to look at Chu Li: "Is it possible that Monk Lun Ming has already calculated that we will settle the score with him?"
Sun Mingyue frowned: "Probably not."
"Then why did you escape one step ahead?"
"Maybe the feeling is not good. It is the instinct of the gods to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune." Sun Mingyue said: "It seems that you can't be merciful!"
Chu Li nodded.
He could see that what the Dharma monk said was not entirely true, and his honest appearance was purely deceptive.
He slapped it with a light palm.
Sun Mingyue punched out.
The two fists and palms met, and their strength was already fused.
"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Zhifa Heshi proclaimed the name of the Buddha and slowly extended his palms with a solemn expression.
"Bang!" Monk Zhifa flew backwards for more than ten meters, hit the wall hard, and was hung on the wall unable to move.
Chu Li and Sun Mingyue continued to attack.
Just as the remaining two old monks were about to make a move, they were already knocked away. They were thrown to the wall and could not fall down. Together with the monk Zhifa, the three of them lined up in a line and stared at Chu Li and Sun Mingyue in shock and anger.
They all knew that Chu Li and Sun Mingyue were powerful, but they didn't expect them to be so powerful.
Chu Li and Sun Mingyue continued to attack, with one punch and one palm. A dozen monks in red were quickly hung on the wall, arranged together with the Zhifa monks, forming a neat row.
There was blood at the corners of their mouths, and they were severely injured and unable to move.
Hearing the noise, twenty monks in red came out of the temple again and pounced on Chu Li and Sun Mingyue.
The two of them stood there, punching and palming each other, without missing a beat. As soon as the fists and palms came out, one of them would be hung on the wall.