[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Shen Lang stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Lianhua up from the ground, and resettled him on the stone bench. He also carefully patted off the dust and straightened his clothes.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "I just lay on the ground for a while, and it really cooled down a lot."

"Is there something hot about Shen Daxia?" He stared at Shen Lang's crotch, and said meaningfully, "If there is, how about sticking it on the ground to cool off?"

Shen Lang didn't speak, just smiled at him, and then turned his head indistinctly.

Shen Lang said to Nie Qiaoqiao: "Miss Nie, I just heard what you said, and I'm a bit puzzled."

Nie Qiaoqiao said: "Please tell me."

Shen Lang said: "There is a simple and direct way to solve the predicament of poverty, why didn't you think of it?"

Nie Qiaoqiao said: "What way?"

Shen Lang said: "Just leave."

Hearing this, the Tishman disciples who were listening fascinatedly were suddenly startled.

They all thought to themselves, yes, it has been a month since this group of people first came to Qianfo Temple, why are they still staying here?

After listening, Nie Qiaoqiao laughed dumbly: "I thought you would say something."

"It's good to go away, but where should we go?"

Shen Lang smiled and said: "Go on, or go back to your hometown, which way can't you go?"

Nie Qiaoqiao sighed, "It's time to go."

"The way to the front is hidden in the secret place of this temple, and no one has been able to find it so far."

"As for the way back, haha! Look at these good men, they all come here with great ambitions, how can they go back in despair?"

"Even if someone is disheartened and feels that the treasures of the Happy King are out of reach, they are afraid that if they walk away, someone will find the treasure behind them."

"What's more, this place wants wine and wine, meat and meat, and beauties... Hey, in short, we have everything, so it's better to live here like a mangy dog."

Hearing this, Zhao Biqiong's long eyebrows were frowned, and the word "Chuan" was formed between the brows.

Among all the people, he is probably the one who is most anxious to find the source of the treasure through the Thousand Buddha Temple.

After all, others are looking for wealth as treasure, or for the martial arts cheats of various sects collected by Happy King.

Only Zhao Biqiong is for the lives of two fresh people, one of whom is his only daughter, the only blood relative in this life!

Hearing what Nie Qiaoqiao said, he, who was worried about the safety of his daughter and eldest disciple, couldn't help feeling a little restless.

His face sank like water, and he said to Ye Jiuqiu, "You really didn't find any clues?"

He only asked Ye Jiuqiu and not Nie Qiaoqiao, which showed that he had doubts in his heart and still didn't trust the other party.

It was rare for a friend to be so anxious, Ye Jiuqiu shook his head and smiled wryly: "There are, but not too many."

"If you want to infer from this, the road to the Dry Rong Valley is even more clueless."

He held Zhao Biqiong's left hand calmly with his right hand, and wrote a sentence "to discuss in detail tomorrow" in his palm.

Zhao Biqiong tapped the back of Ye Jiuqiu's hand lightly, indicating that she understood.

Without moving his face, he said, "It's okay, we still have the live map of 'Young Man with Thousand Faces'."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Zhao, for your confidence in me."

"However, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Zhao Biqiong's eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "Why, have you never been to Dry Rong Valley?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "I have been."

The handsome face was slightly distracted, as if he was reminiscing about something, he sighed for a long time, his eyes were dark, and his expression was complicated, as if he was about to tell a shocking secret, which made everyone prick up their ears and hold their breath.

In the end, I heard a faint smile.

"Guess how I got there?"

Being teased, Zhao Biqiong's face was as cold as ice, and he slammed his palm on the stone table hard. The deep palm force split the heavy stone table with a large crack across the table.

Wang Lianhua couldn't stop laughing, she leaned on Shen Lang's body.

"Shen Lang, whether I can live or not later depends entirely on you."

Shen Lang said helplessly: "If you can calm down for a while, you can live a few more years if you keep it."

Wang Lianhua shook her head with a smile, suppressed her joking smile, and said solemnly: "Although I have been to Dry Rong Valley, I don't know the route, nor the direction, and I don't even know the face of Dry Rong Valley."

Zhao Biqiong didn't believe it at all, and shouted in a deep voice: "Nonsense!"

"Since I have been there, how can I not know? Could it be that you have become blind or deaf?"

Wang Lianhua clapped her hands and smiled: "Master Zhao is wise."

"When I went to Dry Rong Valley, I was indeed blind and deaf."

Everyone was startled when they heard the words, and couldn't help looking at Wang Lianhua's dark and bright pupils again and again.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "I'm afraid you can't imagine that every time I go, my eye veins, ear veins are sealed, and even my whole body is anesthetized until I feel unconscious."

"They were afraid that I was hiding some tricks to guide the way, so they specially changed into a new suit for me."

"Put me in a coffin, nail the coffin tightly, and wait until nightfall before quietly carrying me away."

"Tell me, I'm lying in the coffin like a living dead, so what can I know?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, silent.

Such a closely guarded method of secrecy is really appalling.

Zhao Biqiong's eyes darkened, he smiled coldly, and said, "It seems that you haven't gained much trust from that person."

Wang Lianhua said: "It's easy to say, I never trusted him either."

He said calmly, "Isn't it due to the two?"

Zhao Biqiong raised his eyebrows like a knife, and changed the subject, saying: "However, I trust you very much."

"Even if they make you blind, deaf or the living dead, with your Wang Lianhua's ability, there will be no clues."

Wang Lianhua laughed loudly and said, "I never thought that Master Zhao knew me so well."

He raised his hand and waved it, and unfolded the folding fan in front of everyone, blowing a gust of breeze.

Zhao Biqiong, Ye Jiuqiu and Nie Qiaoqiao looked at the folding fan in confusion.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Didn't you notice anything?"

Shen Lang said: "There seems to be a fragrance."

The three of them twitched their nostrils when they heard the words, and after careful identification, they noticed a vague fragrance.

Wang Lianhua's eyes were shining like the moon and the stars. He turned the fan and said, "This fragrance is called 'Xiyunge'. It has a light fragrance, which is not easy to detect. More importantly, it is very easy to be absorbed by people who smell the fragrance. There will be a residual fragrance everywhere, which will not disperse for three days, and can be tracked by a small insect that grows from the heart of Du Heng's flower."

"When I went to Dry Rong Valley, I smoked this incense on my body."

He blinked and said, "It's a good thing they weren't so considerate enough to take a bath for me."

"I will use this method to trace all the way from the Thousand Buddha Temple."

"Guess, what did I track down?"

Zhao Biqiong said in a deep voice, "What?"

Wang Lianhua sighed lightly and said, "A cliff."

"There is only a vast sea of ​​clouds beyond the cliff, and nothing else can be seen."

"I guess that Dry Rong Valley is either at the bottom of the cliff or in the sky. I don't have the ability to fly to the sky and escape from the ground. I'm afraid I can't reach it."

Everyone frowned when they heard the words, thinking hard about where the Dry Rong Valley might be hidden outside the cliff.

However, Ye Jiuqiu and Nie Qiaoqiao's eyes moved imperceptibly because of what Wang Lianhua said.

Zhao Biqiong said: "So, only the monks in the Thousand Buddha Temple know where the Kurong Valley is?"

Without any warning, with a flick of his hand on his waist, a knife flew out and rested on Wu Wu's neck.

The narrow eyes are slightly narrowed, and the pupils are as cold as the blade of a knife.

Zhao Biqiong said coldly: "Master Wuwu, can you please open the door for us to be more convenient."

It was clearly a question, but it was as decisive and rigid as an order.

Enlightenment is still smiling peacefully, neither frightened nor angry, just like a clay stone sculpture, even the flying sky and Buddha painted on the stone wall are more angry than him.

He fiddled with the rosary and said with a slight smile: "Kurong Valley is not in the south, not in the north, not in the east, not in the west, not in the sky, not in the ground."

"There is a predestined person in the Buddha's crossing. If the benefactor Zhao has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, the Valley of Dry Glory will appear without finding it."

The idea of ​​Zen is very strong, but for this group of Jianghu people who are licking blood at the edge of their swords, it is equivalent to nonsense.

Zhao Biqiong didn't realize it. He looked at the dark dome of the stone chamber, which was as dark as a cloud, and said calmly, "Maybe Master doesn't know."

"I've always had a bad temper, and I don't like talking too much with people."

"The only little bit of patience is all used to study the means of killing people."

Qinghan's voice is like the frozen ice on the extreme peak.

He said slowly: "Master, you definitely don't want to taste the taste of the flesh being cut off piece by piece, right?"

Wu Wu smiled and said, "Benefactor Zhao calm down."

"Benefactor, you are sick, so you shouldn't be angry... oh!"

The words stopped suddenly, and the broken knife in Zhao Biqiong's hand had already cut deeply into the flesh of his shoulder.

The edge of the knife was full of gaps, curled and blunt. Under Zhao Biqiong's little force, the rolled blunt blade slowly cut through the flesh, tore the tendons, and saw the shoulder bones.

The torment was as slow as a torture with no end in sight, the indescribable pain tore his head, it would be better to kill him with one knife, it would be more enjoyable.

Blood flowed out, staining the monk's robe red,

However, under such painful torment, Wu Wu's demeanor was relaxed, his smile was pleasant, and there was no tremor on the brow, as if the blunt knife had been cut on someone's shoulder.

Even those who were attracted by the movement here and watched from the sidelines couldn't help showing a little surprise.

Zhao Biqiong's eyebrows were fixed, and he smiled coldly, and with the momentum of splitting mountains and ground, he slashed at the head of the enlightened one.

When the sword came to him, Wu Wu's expression didn't change a bit.

Seeing that the blood was about to splatter three feet, Que Pofeng swung it away with a finger.

Zhao Biqiong glanced coldly at Shen Lang who shot.

There was a bang when the knife broke in his hand, and it hit the stone table. The stone table made of pure rocks was instantly shattered, and the cups and cups on the table were shattered by the rest of the internal force.

He shouted in a deep voice: "I don't believe it, every monk in this temple is as hard as your bones!"