At the entrance of Qianfo Temple.
Everyone already knew that Fu Xin was walking up the mountain step by step.
Countless people waited at the entrance, ready to fight.
Fu Xin gradually appeared before everyone. The people of Qianfo Temple had already sent people down the mountain to meet Abbot Jinghai. The leader of these people was the head of the Dharma Protector Hall of Qianfo Temple. He looked at Fu Xin and shouted, "You demon, how dare you come here today!"
Fu Xin ignored him and leaped onto the roof. He looked down at everyone, his gaze sweeping across their faces. The more he searched, the more disappointed he became. No, none of them were her.
The head of the Dharma Protectorate Hall, who was known for his fierce and powerful martial arts, was displeased to be ignored. He leaped onto the roof and shouted, "Hey! This humble monk is asking you a question."
"Have you seen her?" Fu Xin asked slowly, her eyes still searching through the crowd.
The head of the Dharma Protector Hall was taken aback. "Who?"
“Qin Ying, the former leader of the martial arts alliance.” Fu Xin withdrew her gaze, her eyes revealing undisguised disappointment.
"It's been many years since we last saw Lady Qin. Why don't you go to the Lingshan Sect to find her? What are you doing at the Thousand Buddha Temple?"
“Lingshan Sect!” Fu Xin lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in a past memory. He had naturally gone to Lingshan Sect to look for her, searching every corner of the sect, but he still couldn’t find her.
"Has anyone seen Qin Ying?" he asked, looking around. His voice echoed in the air above Qianfo Temple, seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.
No one answered.
Has anyone seen Qin Ying?
Still, no one answered.
Fu Xin was extremely disappointed. He had already challenged more than fifty sects, so where was he supposed to find her? His heart told him that she was not dead, but had hidden herself away from him.
The leader of the Dharma Protector Hall was puzzled, yet also felt a sense of unease. Could it be that he came all this way just to find Lady Qin, knowing full well that he might die here, yet he still came?
Fu Xin looked around for a long time, examining each rooftop as it went, not missing a single corner.
The head of the Dharma Protector Hall was furious and shouted, "This is our temple's scripture repository! How dare you trespass on it?"
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen monks leaped in from all directions, surrounding Fuxin and striking him without hesitation with sticks in their hands.
Fu Xin's clothes moved without wind, his sleeves fluttered, and with a flick of his sleeves, the clubs in the hands of more than a dozen monks flew into the sky, causing his body to involuntarily fly backward.
Fu Xin leaped into the Sutra Repository, going up floor by floor until he reached the top floor. Apart from a few sweeping monks, he saw no one else, let alone a woman.
This time, I was utterly disappointed.
He slowly walked down from upstairs, and as soon as he came out, countless swords, spears, and halberds were already pointed at him.
He was completely bewildered for a moment.
The past ten years of wandering the martial world flashed before my eyes. She abandoned him, and the world regarded him as a public enemy. The word "death" suddenly floated out from the bottom of my heart.
Until a long sword pierced his body, and excruciating pain swept through his entire being, he suddenly didn't want to die anymore. If he died, he would truly never have any hope of seeing her again in this life.
Driven by a will to survive, he glanced at the sword embedded in his body. Enraged, he exerted a slight force, forcing the sword stuck in his body to fly away.
He was already surrounded by a sea of people, with people surging up from all directions at any moment. He knocked one away, but people kept rushing up to him as if they were not afraid of death.
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