Start from the thief

Chapter 551 Straight to the Point

After killing the Lion Head, Zhao Yushu directly captured several monks of obviously higher status and forced them to gather all the monks in the temple. They compared the rosters one by one and immediately found that more than 20 ordinary monks were missing, including the abbot, Master Cihui.

"You devil! You will go to the eighteen levels of hell after you die! Suffer for eternity, ah!"

A monk pointed at Zhao Yushu's nose and cursed him excitedly, then when Zhao Yushu raised his hand, he was so scared that he fell to the ground, holding his head and not daring to say a word.

Lao Zhao threw the list at him and said, "There are only about 70 or 80 people in total. One third of them are lackeys of the underworld. You still have the nerve to scold me. Look at your ugly appearance. Even the underworld doesn't like you. Get up! Tell me where they went!"

"I, I, I don't know."

"Don't know? Then you're useless."

Zhao Yushu drew out his sword, and the monk was immediately scared out of his wits: "Iron Elephant Temple! I occasionally heard them say that they would go to the Iron Elephant Temple to help in the next two days. The abbot of the Iron Elephant Temple is our uncle. They will go there one after another in the next two or three days."

It's Tiexiang Temple again.

Yan Hui's body was taken to Tiexiang Temple. Zhang Hong and Miao Ming were lured to Tiexiang Temple. The monks of Qianfu Temple fled to Tiexiang Temple. It seemed that Tiexiang Temple was the center of the dispute.

But it had just been leaked that the decision would be made at Shengci Temple.

Is Shengci Temple just a bait?

The leader's arrangements in Yuezhou would make people unconsciously follow his ideas. As long as the general trend is firm, individual behavior would not affect the result at all. For example, when Zhao Yushu stepped into Yuezhou, it was destined that Yan Hui and Gu Changfeng would come. However, he underestimated the foundation of the academy and did not expect Yang He to betray him, which led to his slight failure.

So in Yizhou, what ending does the leader want?

In any case, I have to go to Tiexiang Temple now, at least to catch the twenty or so people who escaped.

If all the people in Tiexiang Temple are bad guys, Zhang Hong and Miao Ming will be in great danger.

In Tiexiang Temple, Zhang Hong and Miaoming were still sitting in front of the Buddhist hall, but both of them noticed something was wrong.

Since the two men entered the temple, Tiexiang Temple has closed its doors to visitors and no longer accepts pilgrims. However, in the past two days, more and more monks from other temples have gathered, but they are all ordinary monks. Although the two men are puzzled, they don't take it to heart.

"Two masters."

Master Cilin, the abbot of Tiexiang Temple, stood outside the Buddhist hall and said, "Tomorrow we will have a debate. The Tibetan Pandita sent Vajra to ask when the remains of Master Yanhui will be moved to Shengci Temple."

Although Ye Ruduoji said that Master Ci Lin might be from the underworld, Ci Lin did not show any suspicious behavior during these days. Instead, he gave the two of them convenience everywhere.

"Please ask the Tibetan Vajra to come in. Tomorrow morning when the sun rises, we will escort the master's remains over together."

Ci Lin nodded, and soon after, the tall and strong King Kong walked in and sat directly next to the two of them.

"Yeru Dorje is a smart man. Brother Vajra has found a good helper."

Miao Ming spoke lightly.

"He is him and I am me."

King Kong turned his head and glanced at the two of them: "I have always felt that Buddhism can only save those who are predestined to be saved. There is no need to waste words on those who cannot be saved."

Zhang Hong snorted coldly: "That makes sense. If you want to talk about Buddhism, there is Junior Brother Miaoming. If you want to take action, there is naturally me, Old Zhang."

King Kong sneered and said nothing more.

Let you be proud for one more night, and after one more night, everything will be empty.

When Zhao Yushu arrived at Tiexiang Temple, he saw a scene of many monks but no pilgrims and the gate was closed.

Today, he naturally would not knock on the door politely. He simply leaped over the wall and walked into the Buddhist temple in a swagger under the gaze of three spiritual lights.

This big, strong man wearing a red cassock and a small yellow hat should be the Vajra of the Tibetan Buddhist sect. He has a perfect appearance, a strong aura, and great spiritual power. He is a real tough guy and it is not someone I can defeat head-on now.

"Who are you to dare to trespass here?"

Zhang Hong and Miao Ming did not speak, waiting for Zhao Yushu to introduce himself. No matter how he told the story, they would just accept it. They were barely on the same side, so they would not deliberately reveal Zhao Yushu's identity.

"No. 6 in Tianji Pavilion of Dongdu Baima Academy, Zhao Yushu."

King Kong's face changed. Although he had been in the plateau for a long time, he had heard about major events in the Central Plains. The Central Plains was divided into three parts, and the two princes coexisted in the east and the west. The main reason was that the master and disciple from the academy made a big fuss in Chang'an City, directly killed the emperor and Prince Fu, and forced three of the top five in the world to retreat. Their reputation shocked the entire plateau.

According to rumors, this Mr. Liu is eight feet tall, with arms longer than his knees, a head as big as a bucket, a green face and fangs, a pair of divine eyes that can see a thousand miles away, a pair of pointed ears that can hear everything in the world, and every part of his body is covered with heavenly treasures. He is able to destroy an entire city by himself. Could he be this ordinary person in front of me?

"It turns out to be Mr. Liu. I have heard of you for a long time."

The spiritual light shone around and only showed the sixth level of heaven. There was not a single treasure visible on his body. Maybe they were all kept in the storage bag?

"Hello, three masters. I will deal with the underworld."

Zhao Yushu sat down with a smile and looked at King Kong.

"You said I was the underworld?"

King Kong smiled, saying, "The Sixth Heaven, even if he really took out a heavenly treasure, he would only give it to himself."

"It's hard to say. After all, Ye Ruduoji has a close relationship with the underworld. But today, except for the four of us present here, this whole yard is probably filled with people from the underworld."

Miao Ming and Zhang Hong were stunned. Zhao Yushu loved to joke, but he would never accuse others wrongly, especially not the monks in the temple so casually.

"All of them?" Miao Ming asked carefully.

"Not all of them. You'll know once you ask."

Zhao Yushu stood up and walked out of the Buddhist hall, and his spiritual power was instantly suppressed.

After more than ten breaths, there were at least thirty or forty monks standing in front of the Buddhist hall. More people kept coming, mostly mortals, but there were also a few cultivators, all pointing at Zhao Yushu.

"Who are you, benefactor? What advice do you have for my humble temple?"

A fourth-level heaven monk stepped forward.

"People from the underworld, step forward."

Zhao Yushu glanced at the monk and spoke directly, but no one came forward.

"Then let me put it another way. You are not from the underworld. Step forward. Master, are you?"

Zhao Yushu pointed at the monk who asked him the question.

"I personally brought the remains of Master Yanhui back to the temple, how could it be someone from the underworld?"

Zhao Yushu suddenly realized: "So it's you, then maybe we've met in Yuezhou, Master, please step forward."

The monk looked puzzled, but took a step forward.

"You are not from the underworld. Take a step forward."

Zhao Yushu spoke again, and more than a dozen monks with puzzled faces came forward.

"Master, please look back."

The monk turned around slowly. The monks behind him had strange looks in their eyes, which contained mockery, pity, and cruelty.

"It seems like you guys don't usually get along well with each other."

Zhao Yushu squeezed past them and stood in front of the monks.

"The underworld has really fallen into decline. They want all kinds of ugly things."

"Of course those who died were rotten, but those who survived may not be so."

An old monk came up and said, "Mr. Liu, why didn't you kill me in Qianfu Temple? Take the holy medicine!"