Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 40 Return to King Kong Temple!
noon.

Ning Chuan was covered in blood, ragged, and terrified. He finally fled outside the mountain gate of the King Kong Temple. When he saw the disciples outside the mountain gate, he cried out in grief.

"Something went wrong. The Golden Knife Sect joined forces with the Martial Arts League to plot against my King Kong Temple. Something went wrong..."

As soon as the words fell, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he suddenly fell down and passed out.

Outside King Kong Temple.

A group of disciples who were guarding the mountain gate suddenly changed their expressions, and rushed over immediately.

"It's a disciple of my temple!"

"He's Jiechuan, hurry up, go and inform the uncle!"

Without even thinking about it, everyone quickly lifted Ning Chuan's body and ran towards the [Baicao Hall] in the temple.

For so many days, no one came back, and there was already a trace of suspicion in the temple.

Unexpectedly, the worst actually happened.

A group of eminent monks of the Hui generation quickly got the report, and their faces changed suddenly, and they rushed to the Baicao Hall to check.

At the same time, an eminent monk of the Hui generation rushed to the 'abbot' immediately.

As everyone knows, the 'abbot' and a group of evil cultivators have already been discussing about running away.

Hui Bin died last night, and the soul lamp was extinguished, and they knew it for the first time.

Plus they also have other eyeliners all over Qingzhou County.

Therefore, what happened at the Golden Knife Gate was not really hidden from them, and they received information yesterday evening.

Throughout the night, they were discussing countermeasures, specifying routes, and packing their luggage.

"Just follow this plan. Remember, don't panic in everything. If you panic, you will be chaotic. If you are chaotic, you will die. Only by keeping calm will nothing happen!"

The headed 'abbot' of King Kong Temple was indifferent.

"Understood, Patriarch."

A group of monks of Xuanzi and Huizi generations nodded their heads.

"By the way, what about old monk Xuanci? Are you going to kill him now?"

Xuan Yuan, a monk of the Xuan family, asked.

Eighteen years ago, they joined the King Kong Temple under the guise of becoming a monk, and when the monks in the King Kong Temple were not paying attention, they threw poison into their well water, and they took down the entire King Kong Temple overnight.

At that time, the monks of King Kong Temple were killed by them.
Only Abbot Xuanci, Master Xuanbei of Jianglongyuan, and Master Xuanku of Fuhuyuan were left, and the three were still alive.

It's just that for countless years, these three eminent monks have long since abolished their martial arts, persecuted them day and night, and squeezed all kinds of martial arts value from them.

Sometimes, their patriarchs would specifically go to Abbot Xuanci and others to talk about Buddhism.

After all, their family mainly pretended to be Abbot Xuanci outside, so they couldn't understand Buddhism at all.

"Don't kill him, he hasn't revealed the core essence of the Vigorous Vajra Palm yet, and if we can't take it anymore, this old monk will also be our last amulet!"

Fake Xuanci's tone was indifferent.

"Yes, master!"

Monk Xuanyuan nodded immediately.

at this time!

A monk of the Hui generation outside finally rushed over quickly and started knocking on the door, his voice flustered, "Abbot, something has happened, the people who went to the Dao Seizing Conference were plotted by the Wumeng and Jindaomen, the whole army was wiped out, and only one person escaped." came out..."

The door opened slowly.

False Xuanci looked indifferent, and said calmly, "I see, you go down, gather all the disciples in the square, I have something to order."

"Yes, Abbot."

The monk of the Hui generation spoke quickly.

He didn't dare to ask too much, didn't dare to say too much, and quickly turned around and ran away.

A burst of deafening copper bells sounded quickly, clanging and clanging, echoing throughout the entire King Kong Temple.

In the Vajra Temple, many disciples' faces changed slightly, and they rushed towards the square immediately.

Inside the Baicao Hall.

The expressions of the senior monks who were in charge of treating Ning Chuan immediately changed when they heard the bell.

They quickly withdrew their inner energy and were about to go to the reunion.

"Cough cough..."

Ning Chuan suddenly coughed violently, woke up in time, and quickly said, "Masters, wait for me, I have something important..."

A monk of the Hui generation was stunned, turned around and grabbed Ning Chuan, and rushed towards the square.

In the huge square.

There was a large crowd, full of monks.

It was densely packed, at least five or six hundred, whispering and discussing.

Fear and uneasiness were evident on the faces of many people.

How could the Jindaomen and the Wumeng attack their King Kong Temple this time?
Did you really find them?
What should they do if they are found?
Can the Wumeng and other sects forgive them?
Jie Shou and Jie Biao in the crowd all looked terrified and uneasy, and they even began to think about how to join the Wumeng, how to tell the story of being persecuted and helpless to kill.

Jiehu of Fuhu Yard also had a disturbed expression, with countless thoughts appearing in his mind.

"Quiet!"

Suddenly, a coercive voice sounded, echoing in everyone's mind.

Suddenly the whole square became silent, and a needle could be heard.

All the monks raised their heads and looked forward.

I saw a group of eminent monks of the Xuan and Hui generations walking towards them, their monks' robes fluttering.

This was the first time they had seen other eminent monks of the Xuan family other than the abbot.

The fire of hope ignited again in the eyes of many monks.

'Fake Xuanci' looked indifferent, strode out, and came directly to the highest stone platform in front of him, looked at everyone,
"I already know everything about the Jindaomen and the Wumeng's plot against my King Kong Temple, and I won't continue to hide it from you now. According to the news from my King Kong Temple's eyeliner, the Wumeng has indeed found out. What I have done in King Kong Temple for so many years..."

The crowd was agitated, and the uneasiness on their faces became more and more serious.

There was a faint horror on everyone's face.

"However, you don't need to panic. It's reasonable for me that King Kong Temple has been operating in Qingzhou County for so many years. Even if the Wumeng finds us, I can guarantee the safety of all of you!
So don't worry, I have already arranged all the real escape routes.

Now, everyone who points out from this seat will take a step forward, this seat has other things to tell you!
As for those whose names were not read, just stay where they are! "

The fake abbot's gaze was like a torch, and he immediately walked towards the crowd, stretched out his fingers, and began to pick one by one.

"you!"

"you!"

"And you!"

"You come out too..."

One monk after another was pointed out by him one after another.

Without exception, all of them are those with extremely strong strength.

The weakest are those who have already reached the step of [strengthening the whole body].

Among them, Fuhuyuan Fuhu and Jianglongyuan Jieshou are all listed in it.

Ning Chuan looked in the crowd in secret surprise.

Why did he feel like he was picking piglets.

From a group of piglets, some strong ones are selected for slaughter...

"Are you the only survivor this time?"

The fake abbot's eyes suddenly fell on Ning Chuan, his eyes were indifferent, his eyelashes were empty, Ning Chuan's hair stood up, and he felt as if his body had turned into transparency for a moment.

"Yes."

Ning Chuan suppressed his anxiety and uneasiness.

"What's your name?"

"Disciple Jiechuan!"

"Well, you come out too."

The fake abbot didn't ask much, just said a word, and then continued to choose other people.

Soon, he selected more than 100 'qualified' monks from among the five or six hundred monks.

Those who were singled out were all delighted.

"Okay, these are the people for the time being. All the monks I pointed out will follow me. As for the others, wait in the square first."

The fake abbot gave some instructions, then stepped forward and walked towards the Daxiong Palace in the distance.

Alongside him was a group of evil cultivators of the Xuan and Hui generations.

Only four evil cultivators were left to guard the remaining monks.

There was another low-pitched discussion on the square, and the voices surged.

The monks who were not selected showed despair and compassion.

Many people feel dissatisfied.

Their strength has obviously reached the late stage of strength training, why not choose them?
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