Chu Li's face looked ugly, and he felt vaguely uncomfortable.
The determined monk smiled and said: "Don't worry, maybe these guys are in a hurry."
Chu Li sighed: "I'm afraid it's too late, forget it, let's try it first and call them back right away."
"Okay!" Monk Cheng knew from the look on his face that the matter was of great importance and should not be delayed. He nodded in agreement without hesitation and said he would do it first.
He left in a hurry, leaving Chu Li with a gloomy face, thoughtful.
Chu Li felt more and more that something was not good, and he might have been poisoned.
After a while, the determined monk hurried back and asked in a deep voice: "Junior brother, what is going on?"
Chu Li said: "I have killed many Xueyang Sect masters. Zhang Changhuai must take revenge. And as far as I know, his revenge will not last overnight and he will take action soon. He may have already taken action."
"Zhang Changhuai?" The qualitative monk frowned.
Chu Li nodded: "Master of the Bloodyang Sect."
"The leader of the Xueyang Sect turned out to be Zhang Changhuai, who is this person?" Monk Dingding frowned and thought, he had never heard of this person.
Logically speaking, there is no quick success in the world. Even if you get a chance, it still takes time. There is no such thing as something that comes for free.
But this is indeed the first time I heard this name, and it is really weird.
Chu Li clasped his hands behind his back, showing an anxious look.
"It won't be that fast. Junior brother, just feel at ease." Monk Dingping comforted.
"I hope so." Chu Li sighed and calmed down.
Everyone has his own destiny. You are not the savior. Just do your best and have a clear conscience.
The qualitative monk was confused by his expression, felt inexplicably anxious, and hurried away.
Chu Li shook his head and began to reflect on himself.
Did he do it correctly this time? Did he make any mistakes? Can he improve and do better next time?
Every time he acts, he often has to reflect on it like this, make corrections and encourage others, which is good for the growth of wisdom.
But there is a danger in such introspection. It often destroys your confidence, makes you feel more and more guilty, and makes you feel more and more stupid.
When he is confident, his ability becomes more refined.
This time, his gains were huge. The biggest thing was that he integrated all the magical skills of Buddhism into one, and advanced to a higher level, and could advance the level through merit.
This will not help break the obstacles to his advancement. As his merits accumulate, he will become stronger and stronger. It is not a dream to be number one in the world.
Even if his life span is limited, he is not disappointed, because the void in his mind in Tianwaitian has also undergone the same change.
The souls of the two people are of the same body, and their minds are empty. The changes that happen here also happen in the world below.
From this we can see how powerful the inheritance of the Demon Subduing Hall is.
At first, I was hesitant and doubtful, thinking that the inheritance of the Demon-Suppressing Palace was inexplicable and unintelligible, but now I discovered that the Demon-Suppressing Seal is truly infinitely powerful.
Footsteps sounded in a hurry.
The qualitative monk pushed open the door and came in with an ugly expression on his face.
Chu Li looked up at him.
"Junior brother, something terrible has happened. Six of our masters and uncles, Huiming, have passed away!" Monk Dingding said.
Chu Li frowned: "Death at the same time?"
The qualitative monk nodded slowly: "They were not together, but they died almost at the same time. It's very strange!"
Chu Li said: "Where are the personal belongings of the six senior brothers?"
"Bring it here!" Monk Dingding took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and handed them to him: "This belongs to Senior Brother Huiming."
Chu Li took it, stared at it carefully, then sensed it again, shook his head and said: "Nothing strange, it seems that he was indeed killed by the Xueyang Sect!"
With his current cultivation level, the big round Xuankong Mirror illuminates everything. He can't see anything through this string of beads, and everything is blocked.
There was only one kind of strange situation like this: there was someone standing in the way, or it was the poisonous hand of the Demon Sect, and he had a vague feeling that it was the murder of the Demon Sect.
The hands of the Demon Sect are naturally no different from the Blood Yang Sect.
"Is it the Xueyang Sect?" Monk Dingding said.
Chu Li nodded slowly and said: "Nine to ten!"
"Damn it!" The determined monk slapped the stone table angrily, leaving a clear palm print: "I must avenge this."
Chu Li said: "No matter whether they kill our Daci'en Temple disciples or not, I will kill them. Revenge will not last overnight!"
He disappeared in a flash as he spoke, and came out the next moment with more than twenty Nine Yang Pearls in his hand.
Chu Li used his secret technique, then nodded solemnly, and found them indeed.
He tithes: "Senior Brother Ding, leave this matter to me... the Xueyang Sect has grown so big that it cannot compete with it."
"Junior brother, you can't handle this matter alone." Monk Dingping frowned.
He felt that Da Ci'en Temple had dragged down Junior Brother Dingru. This was really not Da Ci'en Temple's fault. Da Ci'en Temple should let its disciples rely on them instead of letting them sacrifice themselves.
Chu Li smiled and shook his head, saying no more.
Seeing him like this, the qualitative monk could only shut up in despair.
Chu Li didn't want the top masters of Daci'en Temple to go out, but he had selfish motives and was doing it for merit. Every time a master of the Xueyang Sect was killed, he would get a lot of merit. If he killed ten masters of the Xueyang Sect, he would be able to gain a lot.
Merit.
There are countless masters of the Xueyang Sect, so if you kill one or the other, it is best to leave them to yourself, and now it is easy to kill them with your own skills.
Chu Li disappeared in a flash.
The next moment he appeared in front of a temple.
This temple is just a main hall, and the remaining few Zen monasteries are an extremely small temple, but they are located in a prosperous city.
It is extraordinary to be able to build a temple in such a prosperous city.
At this time, the temple was covered in blood, and nine old men in gray robes were walking around, quickly searching every inch of the hall.
They seemed to be looking for something. There were ten corpses in the main hall, all wearing monk robes and looking angry.
Chu Li suddenly appeared here. Seeing this situation, he took action without hesitation.
As soon as the God-binding disk was activated, before they could react, the Divine Sword of Time turned into a white light and passed over their necks.
Nine heads flew up, and pillars of blood shot into the sky.
Chu Li glanced around calmly, looking at the ten monks on the ground, tithing together, and then stood aside silently.
After about a tea cup, nine old men in gray robes suddenly appeared and rushed directly towards Chu Li, and then nine more appeared again.
There was a smile on Chu Li's lips. He didn't expect it to go so smoothly and catch so many Bloodyang Sect masters.
They wanted to take action as soon as they came up, but found that they couldn't move.
Just as Chu Li was about to swing the Divine Sword of Time, he suddenly noticed something strange and disappeared in an instant.
"Boom!" A loud noise razed the temple to the ground.
The next moment, Chu Li appeared in the void and looked down.
He didn't expect that these guys really found a way to restrain the God-binding disk. The God-binding disk actually failed and ten Nine-Yang Pearls were thrown out.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, his figure flashed and disappeared again.
The next moment, a red light shot through the place where he was, almost piercing the void and catching up with him directly.
Chu Li's body flashed several times, and he kept dodging the red light, but he couldn't dodge it. The red light was like a maggot attached to the bone, chasing after him.
Chu Li finally gritted his teeth, returned the sword to its sheath, and formed a seal with his palms to strike at the red light.
"Tsk!" The red light penetrated his right palm and landed on his chest.
Several rays of light appeared on his chest, and disappeared one by one.