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"My Lord, do you want me to chase after you?"

Nong Shouguang followed with his hand covered. It hurt so much. Damn Zhao Yushu, why could he even scratch the invincible golden body bestowed by the master himself?

"If you go, it will only take one sword strike from him. Besides, he is seriously injured and can't cause any trouble. I am afraid that old man will attack without thinking. Follow me, and you will have a delicious meal tomorrow."

The leader looked up at the lonely Heavenly Sword. For the second time in a row, as long as he restrained his breath, the Heavenly Sword would return to its place. It seemed really impartial and fair. However, Shushan has always been on good terms with the academy. If it really came to the last moment, and Zhao Yushu tried his best to stop him, would the Sword Master Dugu directly use the Heavenly Sword to chop him?

"Thank you, Lord!"

Nong Shouguang knelt on the ground without hesitation. The cultivator had a good feeling. Although the Sixth Master of the Academy was strong, if he could reach the great perfection of the outer scene and have an invincible golden body, he would be able to kill him easily.

If one reaches the Great Perfection, can one go one step further?

Nong Shouguang raised his head unconsciously and met the leader's deep gaze.

"interesting."

The leader said two words lightly and left with his hands behind his back, leaving Nong Shouguang drenched in cold sweat.

The interior is truly horrific.

Zhao Yushu was squatting under a small bridge. Although Minghong had absorbed some of the lost spiritual power and recovered very quickly, he had just wasted this little bit of energy by forcing himself to start walking despite being seriously injured. Now, if the leader came again, he really wouldn't be able to run anymore.

However, Zhao Yushu lifted up the scabbard and took a look. It was really a good thing. He wondered how powerful the legendary sword in the lake was.

Zhao Yushu felt a little regretful, but if he had read the story of King Arthur in his previous life, he would only be thankful that his luck was indeed incredible.

But why can't I upgrade myself? Does it have to be a sword? Dragon Bird is also a sword, or is there some missing opportunity?

As the sun was getting close to noon, Zhao Yushu's injuries had healed a little. He crawled out of the bridge hole and looked up to identify the direction. He had just been so focused on running that he didn't even look at his location. At this time, he had already escaped half of the city and arrived near Qingyuan Gate.

At the beginning, Nong Shouguang bribed the guards of this gate, let himself out of the city, and took refuge in the underworld of Qianfu Temple.

The leader wanted to kill me just now, which means his plan is not in the North City. Are there any clues here?

After I escaped from here last time, I instinctively felt that the leader would definitely move this base, but could it be that I was just wishful thinking?

Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment and walked out of the city gate.

Religion is flourishing in Yizhou, and there are many Buddhist and Taoist temples. It is common for people to find a temple to worship when they have nothing to do on weekdays. Qianfu Temple is neither too big nor too small, and it is close to the city, so it has a good number of incense burners.

Zhao Yushu followed the pilgrims up the mountain, and his doubts grew. If the leader had transferred his people, how come there were no signs of chaos in just a few days?

Stepping into the temple, Zhao Yushu took out a small silver ingot and put it into the merit box, then took three incense sticks from the young monk beside him, lit them and put them into the incense burner.

"Young Master, is the abbot here?"

"The abbot is chanting sutras and praying in the back hall. May I ask what can I do for you, benefactor?"

Didn't leave? You really don't take me seriously.

"I have some doubts in my life, and I would like to ask the abbot for some advice."

A fifty-liang silver note was shown.

The young monk took a look and realized that ten taels of silver were enough for an ordinary person to eat for a year in those days, so he took out fifty taels and was indeed qualified to meet the abbot.

"Donor, please come with me to have a cup of tea. When the abbot is free, I will pass the message on to you."

"Thank you, Master."

It went much more smoothly than he had imagined. Zhao Yushu calmly followed the young monk to a small but quiet room. He thanked the young monk for the pot of tea he brought, and sat quietly waiting for the Lion Monk to come.

He was not in a hurry, as the mountain god's spiritual power was still repairing his injuries. The later the Lion Monk arrived, the better his condition would be.

As long as the leader is not here, no one in this temple can be his match.

After waiting for half an hour, he heard footsteps outside and Zhao Yushu's brows suddenly frowned.

The person who came did not have any spiritual power fluctuations.

With a creak, the door opened and an old monk walked in. He smiled and bowed to Zhao Yushu, "I am honored to meet you, my benefactor."

Zhao Yushu's expression changed again and again. Where is the Lion Monk?

"You are a little confused, would you like to talk to me?"

"I don't want to."

As soon as the word Zhao Yushu came out of his mouth, the old monk opposite him froze in laughter.

"Donor, what are you doing..."

"I'm looking for a monk who can turn into a lion's head. I'm in a hurry. Where is he?"

Zhao Yushu came straight to the point and was in no mood to beat around the bush.

The stiffness on the old monk's face turned into anger. He was about to stand up, but was held down by a powerful spiritual force and could not move.

"I have always respected the old and loved the young, but I have killed many old bastards. The underworld has committed many evil things. If you are from the underworld, you'd better commit suicide immediately. If not, call out that fake lion."

Zhao Yushu leaned forward and hugged the old monk by the back of his neck: "Are you from the underworld?"

"No, I am not."

"You didn't have the slightest doubt when you heard the word 'Yinsi'. It seems like you know what the Yinsi is. Monks don't lie. Master, are you from the Yinsi?"

"I have never done anything that is against the will of heaven or morality."

The old monk tried to remain calm, beads of sweat covering his forehead.

"Okay, I'll believe you. Where is the Lion Monk?"

"On the west side, behind Cihang Palace."

With a whoosh, the old monk let out a long breath, and the spiritual power that was pressing on him disappeared, and Zhao Yushuo opposite him also disappeared.

The old monk hesitated for a moment, touched the secret pocket of his robe, and the outline of a small bottle was revealed. The old monk ran out.

"The court is doing business, arresting the thieves in the underworld, all irrelevant people should leave the temple!"

The majestic spiritual power swept through Qianfu Temple. The pilgrims were stimulated by the spiritual power and might have hesitated for a moment, but they immediately fled after hearing the words "the court is doing business". The monks might not kill people indiscriminately, but the imperial guards would really do so.

The Lion Monk suddenly opened his eyes, Buddha's light shone all around him, and a lion head appeared, facing Zhao Yushu who fell in front of him.

"Zhao Yushu? How dare you come here?"

"Lion Head, you haven't run away yet."

Zhao Yushu drew out the cold iron sword with his right hand and held the scabbard with his left hand: "Come on, little cat, roar for grandpa again."

The Lion Monk sneered and suddenly jumped up. The lion's roar caused a strong wind to blow in the entire Cihang Hall, and the bronze bells in the hall rang loudly.

Zhao Yushu remained calm, with the scabbard standing in front of him. It not only absorbed most of the lion's roar, but also directly blocked the opponent's sharp claws that followed closely behind.

The claw that could split mountains and rocks slammed into the scabbard, but it was like a drop in the ocean, all its force was gone, and it could no longer move forward an inch.

"Kitty, any last words?"

The Lion Monk retreated hurriedly, but Zhao Yushu hasn't moved a step yet.

"It's dark, please close your eyes."

The Lion Monk was stunned and actually closed his eyes subconsciously, and then the sky really turned dark.

"Zhao Yushu, please kill someone."

A dull voice sounded from behind, but to the Lion Monk it sounded like the sound of a soul-calling Buddhist chant.

"It's dawn, and the kitten is dead."

The darkness disappeared, Zhao Yushu shook off the blood beads on the sword, turned and left.