You rascal, stop right there!

Chen Xingyi suddenly rushed forward and hugged Luo Wenqi.

There was a hidden spiked weapon behind him that was thrown directly at the person, as if to kill him.

Fortunately, the little guy was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and directly helped Luo Wenqi, who was unable to stand steadily, to save half his life.

Ling Shumo used his soft sword to block the small magical weapon that looked like a hidden weapon and stabbed it forward without hesitation.

The man was of strong build and had a shiny shaved head.

He is indeed a martial monk with great martial arts skills in Shanhua Temple!

Luo Wenqi directly threw a bottle of lime powder, which made the man dizzy, then he picked it up and smashed it against the wall!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

As soon as the despicable Datura pollen sweat towel was covered over his mouth and nose, the monk fainted and could not move.

Chen Xingyi shouted: "The things the boss gave me are still effective!"

If it weren't for the quick reaction of several people just now, I would have met the King of Hell long ago.

Jueyuan was almost dumbfounded watching from the side and swallowed hard.

"Aren't you scholars?"

In his impression, literati and poets are all weak and powerless!

So, can you fight then?

Chen Xingyi really couldn't explain his own identity, nor could he say that Luo Wenqi's family opened a martial arts school, Ling Shumo once led troops to kill twelve bandits, and even Han Miaoran, who didn't come, was the best at fighting with unconventional methods.

He had no choice but to lean over and pat his shoulder.

"Guess how many kilograms of books I had to carry to the capital for the imperial examination, and how heavy were the painting materials?!"

Luo Wenqi, standing by, replied with a childlike expression, "Well, it ranges from 20 to 50 kilograms, maybe even 80 kilograms in total."

Seeing this, Chen Xingyi glared at him fiercely.

The other party immediately fell silent.

As soon as he finished speaking, four women came out timidly from the corner.

Several people saw these women, some wearing coarse linen clothes, some wearing silk and satin, and their decorations and appearances were different.

The only thing that can be called similar is that they both look pretty and have some looks.

Everyone looked at these women with blank expressions on their faces. There were large purple bruises on their necks and arms. They could hardly walk steadily. They felt that the temple was filthy.

Ling Shumo said nothing and used his sword to break the handcuffs and shackles of several people.

"Do you want to live? Get you out!"

One of the girls in gray suddenly went limp, and immediately knelt on the ground crying, kowtowed:

"Thank you so much, benefactor! Thank you so much!"

You can guess what these women have been through with your toes.

The peaceful Buddhist place is even worse than brothels.

"Hey, are these... the people captured by Shanhua Temple?" Luo Wenqi found it unbelievable.

Jueyuan's face suddenly turned purple. "I've only been here for a short time, and I had no idea they would do this!"

Ling Shumo looked at her slowly and helped the woman up: "How did you get in?"

The woman sobbed and whimpered...

Many female believers go to the temple to eat vegetarian food, chant Buddhist scriptures, and copy scriptures, calling it praying for blessings.

Some pray for children, some pray for their mother-in-law, and even their husbands and children.

The family thought that Buddhism was pure, but they all fell into the devil's den one by one.

High-ranking officials would regularly go to Shanhua Temple to select talents, pray to Buddha for love and fortune, and chant the word "mercy".

People were imprisoned in the underground during the day, and sometimes sent out to serve customers at night when someone requested them. The dead were skinned directly, and the bones were used as ritual tools.

What’s even more outrageous is!

The victims are not just beautiful women, even good-looking men are locked up.

Of course, most men could not withstand the torture, and their skin was not as delicate as women's. In the end, they were not adopted as human skin thangkas and were sent for human sacrifice.

I couldn't continue speaking, and the sisters around me all started crying.

For fear of attracting the guarding monks, Ling Shumo quickly helped these people up.

"Do you know where the exit is? How do you get into this underground secret room?"

The girl in gray lowered her head even more. "Another exit from this stone chamber leads to Master Puen's room, and another exit is in the painting pavilion."

Painting Pavilion?

Jueyuan said, "It was originally a Sutra Repository, but later it was converted into a Painting Repository specifically for the collection of Han Miaoran's paintings."

Upon hearing this, the two close friends of Bai Wan couldn't help but shudder.

Ling Shumo found it even more bizarre: "Specially collecting Han Miaoran's paintings?!"

Jueyuan knew he couldn't keep it a secret: "The old monk Puen has been obsessed with the paintings of Han Huasheng in recent years. If Xuanli offers a reward of 100,000 gold for the capture of the man, he can offer 500,000 gold to find him."

In recent years, most people in Xuanli have tacitly accepted that Han Miaoran would never come to Xuanli to die.

Therefore, even though Han Miaoran was wanted by the whole country, no one paid any attention to him, and no one dared to compete with Shanhua Temple for him.

Daqing completely destroyed Buddhism and Taoism, and the incompatible monks of Shanhua Temple had no chance of getting in.

Han Miaoran, this name is basically a legendary figure in Xuanli.

Hearing this, the next few people couldn't help but feel worried.

They felt that Monk Puen was so cruel, and if he found out that Han Miaoran was in Xuanli, they didn't know what he would do.

For example, cutting off a person's legs and leaving only his hands to paint is not impossible.

Ling Shumo's face turned pale, and he felt that the air around him was strangely quiet.

Everyone had to suppress the resentment in their hearts.

With the help of the victimized women, the few people were able to roughly guess where the exit was.

Because the national master will be coming to Shanhua Temple to offer sacrifices soon, this place will not accept any guests within a month. Yesterday was the last time.

So they planned to send these women back to the safe place in the dungeon, and the monk was taken away tied up.

Before leaving, he carefully checked the underground secret room again and confirmed that except for the stone chamber that could not be opened, the entire space was not large.

Everyone returned in time to avoid any more threats from the monks behind.

As for these chilling scenes, they have been deeply engraved in my mind and cannot be shaken off...

Shanhua Temple, abandoned.

Bai Wan had been sleeping for half a day and hadn't woken up yet, curled up in the quilt.

The weather in the north is really unbearable. He has always been afraid of cold, so only places like Caizhou, where it is spring all year round, are suitable for health preservation.

When you wake up, there is no one around.

He straightened his coat, took a bite of the bran bun, and went to the dungeon as usual.

However, after being in the dust, he learned that Ling Shumo and others had discovered the underground secret room of Shanhua Temple.

It seems like we shouldn't rush in to see it.

I never thought I would see such a brutal scene.

It's eerie and terrifying, and distorts human nature.

When Ling Shumo and his companions returned, they saw that Bai Wan looked a little dazed, his eyes still, but he stood firm.

He watched it all the way...

"The evil ghosts are committing sins, and the evil sects are falsely teaching the true Dharma. Are they Buddhas or demons?"

Bai Wan murmured and closed her eyes.

Finally, the picture freezes on this face that looks lost.