Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 56 The Three Refugees

The battle in front of the Daxiong Hall has been dusted, and the last master of the Dingchan Temple was also killed by the law enforcement elders in exchange for his injuries. He was crucified in front of the Buddha's confession.

"I hate it! Another day, one more day, Brother Huitong and the others will be back!"

Blood froth spewed out from Monk Huizheng's mouth continuously, but the old monk became more energetic as if he had returned to his light.

"But don't get complacent too early. At this time, I'm afraid that the Jingyue faction should also be removed from the three factions and four schools!"

Monk Huizheng wanted to laugh out loud, but it involved the wound on his chest, causing a violent ups and downs.

Fang Chengding will also be coming at this moment, and just in time to hear Huizheng's words, he suddenly realized.

It's no wonder that there are few strong outsiders who appeared in Dingchan Temple today. It turned out that they ran to the Jingyue sect's mountain gate secretly.

Although Fang Chengding was a little surprised by this, it was still acceptable.

After all, the elite disciples of the Zongmen had already evacuated, and those left behind were all abandoned sons he left behind to please Emperor Jing'an.

Even if he was slaughtered by those two masters, at least the flame of the sect remained.

Flames shot up outside the door, obviously the disciples of Dingchan Temple saw that the situation was not good, and they would rather burn it to the scorched earth than leave it to foreign enemies.

There was a bad sound in the secret channel, and they were about to go out to control the situation, but monk Huizheng, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, suddenly pulled his body from the spear, jumped up and rushed towards the wooden fish lying still in front of the Buddha.

Confused by Monk Huizheng's actions, Elder Gu's movements were not slow, and he subconsciously killed him with a sword.

"My Buddha is merciful~"

A mouthful of blood from the tip of the tongue was shot on the wooden fish, and the blood color slowly seeped into the wooden fish, rendering it a layer of clear blood.

Until the moment before he died, there was still a strange smile on the head of Monk Huizheng flying high.

There was a roar of "hum", and there was an extra secret passage on the ground behind the Buddha statue.

The candlesticks on both sides spontaneously ignited without wind, extending all the way to the endless depth.

Confused by the actions of monk Huizheng, Fang Chengding looked at the entrance of the cave with some warning eyes. It is obviously impossible to lead to the treasure room of Dingchan Temple, the secret passage that the old Zen master would desperately open before he died. .

Fang Chengding and the law enforcement elder looked at each other, and were about to ask a monk from the Dingchan Temple to question him, but there was a sudden movement in the tunnel.

"Chi Chi, hee hee, woo woo..."

It seemed to be crying, but also seemed to be laughing, the voice was not loud, but it seemed to have a magical power pouring into the ears.

"No, hurry up!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the law enforcement elder gave a loud shout, and at the same time retreated violently to the outside of the hall.

But soon—

"Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

Fang Chengding accidentally caught a glimpse of the strange smile on the face of the elder Chuan Gong, and asked in a voice.

"The old man is not smiling, why are you crying!"

The elder Chuan Gong looked surprised, and turned his head as if he wanted to ask the two senior brothers for proof.

Hearing the elder's words, Fang Chengding felt bad in his heart. He reached out to touch his cheek, and there was indeed a wet tear stain.

Weird, why should I cry?

Fang Chengding was at a loss, and suddenly a strong melancholy surged into his heart.

It's so boring to live...

Why didn't I take her with me...

Being the boss is so tiring...

It's better to just take refuge in this way...

Take refuge in the Buddha... Take refuge in the Dharma... Take refuge in the Sangha...

Take refuge... Take refuge...

At the same time, with the ear-piercing movement of the iron chain rubbing against the ground, a huge body that crowded the walls of the secret passage was struggling to break free from the shackles.

……

Stepping through the broken and half-covered gate, you can see the Yanwu Square paved with white marble, surrounded by carved patterns of golden flowers and jade springs, which are exquisite and obviously created by everyone.

But now, the random falling ceiling was cut off by sharp sword marks, and it was covered with broken lines.

Tough vegetation invaded the stone slabs along the cracks, wet blood stains could be seen everywhere, and broken weapons were scattered in every corner of the mountain gate.

Occasionally, the Old Crow's Horn, accompanied by the miserable wind, seemed to be telling the mountain ghost to listen.

This is what Chen Qingzhi saw and heard in front of the mountain gate of Dingchan Temple, the world was full of ominous blood.

Just in case, he ordered the army to station outside the mountain gate, and he entered the temple with only twenty or so personal guards.

Something is wrong!

In any case, Dingchan Temple had tens of thousands of monks in its heyday, and even if several masters of the Jingyue Sect were still there, it would take far longer than this time to drive the whole temple to extinction.

The Dingchan Temple in front of him, let alone a human figure, could not even see a ghost. Chen Qingzhi believed that it had been abandoned for decades.

However, just a few quarters of an hour ago, he could hear the shouts of killing across a hill.

Feeling vaguely ominous, Chen Qingzhi already planned to withdraw from the mountain gate, and made a decision after notifying Emperor Jing'an.

Suddenly, a figure with no good flesh in his body stumbled out from the back of the hall, muttering nonsense that no one could understand.

"stop!"

Before Chen Qingzhi could speak, two personal soldiers stood up, crossed their spears and spears, and blocked the madman's way.

However, it was as if the man hadn't seen it, he didn't even care that the spear point had been inserted into the flesh, and he still wanted to hide behind the crowd desperately.

"Hee hee... people... are all dead... woo woo... the sect leader... take refuge... haha... become a Buddha... I'm going to become a Buddha!"

The pupils gradually became dilated, and this person died in a very strange way in front of everyone's eyes.

Until he lost his breath, his gaze was still fixed on Uncle Yong Yi, or more precisely, on the place where the yellow seal was hidden on Uncle Yong Yi's chest.

Chen Qingzhi frowned slightly, and he also felt a warm current slowly flowing from his chest to his whole body.

I remembered the scene in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Could it be that he was tricked again unknowingly?

"Pass my order, everyone will leave Dingchan Temple immediately!"

An inexplicable sense of crisis welled up in his heart, Chen Qingzhi turned his horse's head without thinking, and was about to lead his bodyguards to escape from Dingchan Temple.

But at this moment, the voice of the guard's liver and gallbladder was about to burst.

"General, what, what is this!"

"Block your ears, don't listen, don't look, don't think about it!"

Chen Qingzhi couldn't help but cut the guard's neck with his palm, and at the same time lifted him onto his horse, and then shouted at the others.

But at this moment, the steed under his crotch suddenly didn't listen, and fell to the ground with a neighing sound, foaming from his mouth, and he was about to die.

At the same time, a wave of malicious aura locked him.

Chen Qingzhi was in a trance for no reason, and then came back to his senses, as if there was a woman whispering affectionately in his ear:
"Little monk, you often tell me to take refuge in the Three Jewels, which are to take refuge in the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha. I also have a refuge...do you want to consider taking refuge in me?"

"Female--"

He turned his head in confusion, and was about to respond without thinking, when suddenly a burning sensation emanated from Huang Yin.

Chen Qingzhi suddenly came to his senses, woke up from his trance, bit his tongue and took back the word.

　The power outage at the school was as timely as ever, and today is the end of these three chapters!
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