Dusk Returns to the Ruined Building

In Lingxu Mountain, beside the Xuxue River, at the bottom of a deep pool.

When Shen Yichen saw clearly that the rockery at the bottom of the pool was a giant python, he broke out in a cold sweat!

"Go back quickly! You are still in a daze!" Youyou urged in her sea of ​​consciousness because she felt that the giant python was about to wake up.

Unfortunately, it's still too late!

The giant python at the bottom of the pond opened its eyes.

"Has the human race's aura been discovered?"

Without any hesitation, the red eyes emitted a majestic dark red light that hit Shen Yichen. A shocking aura mixed with water and Shen Yichen rose into the sky.

"Puff" a mouthful of blood, Shen Yichen not only felt as if his internal organs were scattered, he even felt as if his soul was shattered. "This power is too strong!" After saying this, Shen Yichen fell into a coma!

Seeing Shen Yichen soaring into the sky,

"Big brother, big brother, do you see the red light?" A-mei shouted.

When the breath and water flow dissipated, Shen Yichen actually fell straight down. The monk knew something was wrong, so he used his internal energy to fly up and catch Shen Yichen. At this time, there was blood at the corners of Shen Yichen's mouth, his face was pale, and he was unconscious.

"Not good!" Monk Mingzhi exclaimed and pulled A Mei into the woods.

When the giant python poked its head out of the riverbank, it saw the three people flying into the woods and looming, so it whispered: "The man who discovered me should be dead after being hit by my red demon eye! Was he doing it unintentionally or on purpose?"

He looked up at the three people again and found that the little girl among them actually turned her head to look in this direction, as if she saw it!

"Oh no, we've been discovered!" The giant python quickly sank to the bottom of the pool. There were actually three caves at the bottom of the pool, leading to different directions. The giant python chose the cave on the right and swam away and disappeared.

As for Shen Yichen and the other two, Mingzhi the monk flew into the woods in a panic. The woods were filled with thick fog and they soon lost their direction. Flying with two people, he consumed more and more of his energy, so he found a tree and stopped. At this moment, he was sweating profusely and slapped Shen Yichen's face.

"Donor Shen, Donor Shen!"

Shen Yichen is in a coma.

"Sister, what should we do?" The monk Mingzhi, who had never traveled far before, panicked when he encountered the problem.

At this time, A-mei was in deep thought, her eyes changing constantly.

"Why is the three-eyed demon python here? Isn't it from the demon clan? Shouldn't it have been sealed or killed thousands of years ago?"

"Sister, sister, what's wrong with you?" Monk Mingzhi looked at the dazed sister and asked while shaking her arm.

"Ah, ah, monk, you were so awesome just now, were you the one who took me flying?" A-mei reacted and quickly interrupted.

"Donor Shen is unconscious, what should we do?" asked Monk Mingzhi.

"Just take me and big brother flying with you like you did just now!" said A-mei.

"I! I!" The monk then realized that he shouldn't have asked A-mei.

When Monk Mingzhi was talking to A-mei, Monk Mingzhi did not notice that the fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, and he could hardly see his hand in front of him. When Monk Mingzhi turned around to look at Shen Yichen but could not see him clearly, he realized that something was wrong.

"Sister, come closer to me, there's something strange about the thick fog!"

"You stupid monk, you just realized it! You run around when you encounter danger. I don't know what your Buddha taught you!" A Mei said to herself.

Monk Mingzhi felt a pain in his neck and passed out.

"You two little brats, you still need me to save you personally!" A'mei said after the monk Mingzhi fainted.

Ah Mei had already discovered that the fog was not only getting thicker, but also more corrosive. She did not dare to delay any longer. She saw a magical glow surging around her, covering the three people, and flew out of the woods with one in each hand. Ah Mei did not know the direction, she just wanted to get out of the fog as soon as possible!

Fuchen Temple, the second night after Shen Yichen and the other two left.

That night, a half-moon emitting a quiet light hung in the middle of the sky, illuminating the small courtyard of Fuchen Temple, the green lotus leaves in the pond, and the blooming lotus!

Not long after, three people came in, two men and one woman. The two men were wearing dark yellow cross-collared long gowns, holding dark yellow swords. The scabbards were engraved with dragon patterns, and a red pearl was inlaid at the end of the hilt. This sword was extraordinary. It was the standard sword of the elders of the Ji family in Zhongzhou - the Blazing Dragon Holy Soul Sword! The two men looked to be about 40 years old, with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows, and a serious face.

The woman was wearing a green dress and rings, had beautiful eyebrows, and looked to be in her thirties. In her hand was the Qingwei Tongxuan sword, which was unique to the Qingwei Xuannv sect.

"My three fellow Taoists, why have you come all the way to my Fuchen Temple on Mount Qihui?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zen Master Wuwang slowly walked out from the main hall.

"Master Wuwang, we are ordered by the Patriarch of the Ji Family to pay a visit to you, and by the way - kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword and used the "Saint Emperor's Wandering Dragon Sword Technique". The two men used endless sword energy to kill Zen Master Wuwang.

Zen Master Wuwang's protective light shield rose silently, and he used both palms to block the endless sword energy.

After one round, Zen Master Wuwang vomited blood and flew backwards, hitting the door frame of the main hall. Zen Master Wuwang stood up by holding the door panel and said:

"The Ji family of Zhongzhou is the leader of the righteous path, why did they attack my Buddhist disciples?"

"Master, he is injured, there is no need to launch a sneak attack!" Just as the words fell, a man wearing the same dark yellow double-collared gown suddenly appeared on the roof of the main hall of Fuchen Temple.

"I really can't think of anyone else in the world who could cause such serious injuries to the Zen Master? Could it be someone who practices the Devil Mysterious Heavenly Dao?"

Along with the sound, the last person who appeared floated down from the roof to the open space in front of the three people, and turned to look at Master Wuwang.

"Master, how are you?"

"It's you, Ji Xuanhong! I never thought that the guardian of the Ji family ancestral hall would come all the way to my small Fuchen Temple!" said Zen Master Wuwang.

Ji Xuanhong is of the same generation as Ji Xuanfeng. Although he is much older than Ji Xuanfeng, his seniority is still there!

"Master, it has been more than a hundred years since we parted in Mobei, right? There was no winner back then. Today I would like to experience your Buddhist magical powers again!" After saying that, the mighty fist of the Holy Emperor Fist hit Master Wuwang.

"I'm injured. Don't you think my victory is unfair?" Zen Master Wuwang said as he practiced the Prajna Heart Sutra to meet the overwhelming fist intent.

"Same here, same here, I'm injured too!"

With a loud bang, endless airflow spread out in all directions, destroying everything with ease. There were sounds of explosions and wind. When everything returned to calm, everything in Fuchen Temple turned to dust except for the gatehouse with a plaque and the small lotus pond.

Ji Xuanhong stood in mid-air, his clothes fluttering and blood stains at the corners of his mouth, while Zen Master Wuwang was lying in a big pit, dying, and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was on the verge of death.

"Cough, cough, cough. We have been on the same righteous path for thousands of years. Can you tell me why all this is happening?" Zen Master Wuwang asked weakly.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots. Your two sects should have been wiped out five hundred years ago. Your ancestors' kindness allowed you to continue for five hundred years. Now, Xuantian Pavilion has appeared, and everything about good and evil has become confusing. The Ji family must eliminate all threats to ensure the continuation of the righteous path and the survival of the Ji family!"

"Cut the grass at its roots, cut the grass at its roots, haha..." Zen Master Wuwang never thought until his death that the fate of Fuchen Temple would be predicted by the evildoer!

"Master, there's something strange about that plaque over there!"

The other three came behind Ji Xuanhong and one of them whispered.

Ji Xuanhong ignored him and looked at the exhausted Zen Master Wuwang. He hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn't bear it. In the end, he punched the Zen Master Wuwang, and everything in Fuchen Temple returned to dust...

Qihui Mountain and Fuchen Temple have returned to a thousand years ago, with the plaque and couplet that stood firm in the wind and rain. Only a thousand years later, there is a pond covered with lotus leaves and a lotus that never fades!