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Zhang Hong was not in the ancestral temple of Cao's mansion. Zhao Yushu was at a loss as to what to do with the paper with something written on it.

It was the dead of night and it was unrealistic to find someone to translate, and Zhang Hong had simply disappeared.

The handsome monk next to him also reached the state of Great Perfection in External Scenery. Two such powerful people could almost walk sideways in Yizhou City. Who could prevent them from escaping?

Of course it is an interior scene, and it can only be an interior scene.

But Old Man Dugu was watching Neijing, and the Heavenly Sword remained motionless, proving that Neijing did not take any action.

What else could hold them back except the interior?

After eliminating various possibilities, Zhao Yushu quickly figured out the situation.

Since it wasn't force, there had to be someone or something preventing them from escaping.

Yan Hui's corpse.

Iron Elephant Temple!

Damn, where is the Iron Elephant Temple?

Zhao Yushu scratched his head and rushed straight towards the two unlucky patrolling soldiers. He drew his sword and immediately found out the location of Tiexiang Temple.

Li Qi was awakened from his sleep by General Sun.

"You said that a masked monk stopped an officer and asked where the Iron Elephant Temple was?"

"That's right. What good intentions can one have when going to the Iron Elephant Temple at this time? I think something is fishy."

"That makes sense. Just in case, General Xue will be stationed here to mobilize the troops. General Sun, take your cavalry and follow me to the Iron Elephant Temple!"

"Here!"

The sound of horse hooves shattered the darkness of Yizhou, and two hundred cavalrymen, fully equipped with guns and crossbows, marched out of Sifang Pavilion in a mighty manner. If the monks did not take action, these two hundred elite cavalrymen alone would be able to crush the five-guard city defenses of Yizhou.

Such a commotion naturally alarmed all the important figures in Yizhou. Du Wu and Cao Zheng were awakened almost at the same time. They both prepared their horses and rushed towards each other, and they bumped into each other halfway.

"Brother! What is the angel going to do!?"

"I don't know. I only know that he is heading south of the city, and our people are still following him."

"He is going to seize Yizhou City in the dead of night!"

"Be careful with your words! The best thing to do now is to go back and gather your troops and follow them."

"Brother, what about you?"

"I'm going to go find the Tibetans. It would be troublesome if they start fighting now."

Zhao Yushu had no idea how much panic his reckless behavior in a moment of desperation had brought to the major forces in Yizhou. Even if he knew, he would not care. I just came to find someone.

The Iron Elephant Temple got its name from a huge cast iron elephant in the temple. No one knows when and by whom it was placed there, or even whether the temple or the elephant came first. Anyway, later monks learned a set of skills from the elephant, and practiced them diligently every day, and it became somewhat famous in the Buddhist sect.

A monk from Tiexiang Temple happened to be near Yuezhou while traveling. He saw Yan Hui's call and entered the city for a fierce battle with Fang Sanniang. Although he was defeated, the special nature of his martial arts prevented him from being corroded by the blood mist. As the person with the highest level of cultivation in Yuezhou after the war, it was natural for him to carry Yan Hui's body back.

Tiexiang Temple thus suddenly became the center of world disputes from a temple of little fame.

In the Iron Elephant Temple, two spiritual lights shone against each other. One was a white-blue light that was extremely cold, while the other was a golden-brown light that was as solid as a city wall.

These are two earth-level treasures sent by the Tibetan Buddhist Sect and the Great Compassion Temple. Yan Hui's body is between the two treasures. With them here, even if Nei Jing comes, it will be impossible for him to steal the body silently.

Zhao Yushu flashed into the temple, looked from afar at the Buddhist hall guarded by two earth-level treasures, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The door of the Buddhist temple was opened and the lights were on inside. Zhang Hongzheng and the handsome monk were sitting in front of a big bell with alert eyes.

The body of Yan Hui should be inside the bell.

Looking at Zhang Hong's appearance, he had strong spiritual power and a long breath, and he didn't look injured.

"who!"

The fluctuations of Zhao Yushu's Shadow Steps could be hidden from ordinary cultivators, but not from the top masters of the Great Perfection. The moment he appeared, two senior disciples of the Great Compassion Temple looked over at the same time.

"it's me."

Zhao Yushu showed up calmly. The handsome monk was still on high alert, but Zhang Hong relaxed and forced a smile: "Sorry, I broke the appointment."

Miao Ming's spiritual light was also retracted. The fact that the other party appeared here at this time but the senior brother didn't care proved that the other party was an absolutely trustworthy person.

"You have the sixth level of cultivation, yet Senior Brother is so impressed by you. I guess you must be the Sixth Master of the White Horse Academy."

Miao Ming also smiled and nodded to Zhao Yushu.

"I don't deserve it. I wonder which monk in Dabei Temple you are?"

"I am a poor monk, Miaoming."

Zhao Yushu sat cross-legged in front of the two people: "The leader is here?"

Looking at Zhang Hong's current look, it seems that there is no need to tell him that the leader has arrived.

Zhang Hong laughed bitterly: "If he hadn't arrived, how could I have broken my promise?"

Zhao Yushu looked up at the sky: "The Heavenly Sword has not moved. The leader just showed up. I think it won't make the two brothers afraid to move rashly. Is there any other reason?"

Miao Ming and Zhang Hong looked at each other, and Miao Ming sighed: "It's not that I don't trust Mr. Liu, but the matter has not been confirmed yet, so I dare not say it out, for fear of insulting others' reputation."

Zhao Yushu suddenly realized that the two brothers in front of him did not trust some people, but they had no evidence. They must have made an estimate. With only the two treasures behind them and one of them, they might not be able to do anything if the other party attacked. They were forced to stay here together.

At the same time, he realized that although he had been cautious enough since he entered the temple and arrived at the Buddhist hall, the two eminent monks from Dabei Temple had probably been sitting here as if they were facing a great enemy for quite some time, and there was not even a monk from Tiexiang Temple guarding them. This untrustworthy person might be from Tiexiang Temple.

"Excuse me, you two don't need to consider my face. I dare to ask if you two can be trusted while I am here?"

Zhao Yushu asked very bluntly. They couldn't trust the people in the Buddhist sect. If he stayed here all the time, it didn't matter if he was thick-skinned, but if it got out, it would be bad for the reputation of the academy.

"I trust him."

Zhang Hong turned to Miao Ming without hesitation.

"In this case, I also trust Mr. Liu."

"Okay, then I will stay here for the time being. Although my cultivation is low, I can only run away if the leader comes. But it may not be that easy for others to pass my level."

Zhang Hong looked at Miao Ming again. The meaning of Zhao Yushu's words was very clear. He could withstand it under the internal situation.

If these words were spoken by other sixth-level cultivators, Zhang Hong would not bother to pay attention and Miao Ming would just smile slightly. But when these words came from Zhao Yushu's mouth, no one dared to laugh. This person rarely boasted, but all his boasts came true.

"I wonder if you two brothers know Tibetan?"

With the attitude of trying everything possible, Zhao Yushu took out the piece of paper from his pocket and asked casually.

"I have learned a few sentences."

Miao Ming nodded slightly in response.

Zhao Yushu's eyes lit up, and he quickly handed the paper over: "I wonder if you know what this means, Senior Brother?"

Miaoming took it and looked at it, his brows immediately frowned.

“This is Sanskrit.”

"Recognize it?"

"A name. Haha, come to think of it, my brother and I are sitting here right now because of this name."

Zhao Yushu suddenly became serious: "Who?"

"Yeru Dorjee."