The man sitting in the upper seat hummed softly and slowly opened his eyes. He was wearing a tight-fitting suit, thin and with a silver mask on his face. There was a long knife next to him. "What's the matter..."
"Reporting to the head monk, the leader has ordered the Xuan Department to thoroughly investigate the situation at Jinshan Temple to see if the abbot of Jinshan Temple is in the temple."
"Got it. Go ahead." The man waved his hand gently, and the shopkeeper below bowed and retreated. The man was none other than Xuan Yi, the leader of the Xuan Department of the Demon Cult.
In an underground palace, several men wearing light silver masks stood on both sides and communicated with each other.
"What do you think the chief wants us to do?"
"It should be the leader who gave orders to our Xuan army."
"The leader's strength has spread throughout the world. Sooner or later, our Demon Sect will unify the world."
"Our Xuanbu is finally going to take action."
A figure suddenly appeared in the underground palace, wearing a silver mask on his face and a long sword on his back. Everyone immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Master."
The man nodded. "The leader ordered us to come here this time. He ordered us to find out the current situation of Jinshan Temple and whether the abbot is in the temple."
"Yes, we will follow the leader's orders." Everyone bowed in response.
"This is the first official mission since the establishment of our Xuan Department. It must be completed beautifully to let the other three departments know the strength of our Xuan Department. If anyone doesn't try his best, don't blame me for being rude." There was a hint of coldness in Xuan Yi's eyes.
The people on both sides responded with a solemn look on their faces. Xuan Er, who was standing in the first position on the left, stepped forward and said, "Master, do you need to summon Xuan San and Xuan Si back as well?"
Xuan Yi said calmly, "No need, the eight of us are enough, and they also have their own tasks."
"Get ready, and take action at midnight tonight."
Jinshan Temple, as one of the five major sects in Cangwu Continent, has been built for two thousand years. It covers an area of dozens of kilometers and the surrounding area of thousands of kilometers is under the jurisdiction of Jinshan Temple. There are no less than ten thousand monks in the temple, and there are countless masters.
In a side room of the temple, a monk was lying on the bed. His body was wrapped in gauze and his breathing was very weak. Next to him was a little monk pounding medicine with a pestle, and his eyes were looking at the monk on the bed from time to time.
The young monk's name is Le Yu, and he is an orphan. He entered Jinshan Temple ten years ago and has been working in the menial yard. He is very dull and doesn't like to talk. Even the manager of the menial yard said that he has no wisdom. Unexpectedly, three years ago, he suddenly met the holy monk Wu Tian, who took the initiative to accept him as his disciple.
The holy monk Wu Tian is the head of the martial arts hall of Jinshan Temple and a peerless master ranked eighth on the Earth Ranking. His life suddenly became different after becoming the head monk's disciple. The monks who used to dislike talking to him now approach him on their own initiative, and even those older than him call him senior brother.
But he did not change his life. Except that his residence address was changed to a side hall of the martial arts hall, he still maintained his daily life of practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures.
Until half a month ago, something happened that disrupted his life. Half a month ago, the holy monk Wutan was suddenly carried back to Jinshan Temple by Luofan. He was seriously injured and unconscious. Even the abbot who had not appeared for a long time came to treat his injuries. Half a month has passed and Wutan still has not woken up.
In the past half month, Yu stopped reciting scriptures and practicing martial arts. He kept pounding medicine every day, and his eyes never left Wutan who was lying on the bed.
Over the years, he has regarded Wutan as his closest person. Leyu picked up the medicine mortar and was about to go to the side to boil the medicine. Suddenly, he saw Wutan's hand moved and his eyes slowly opened.
He quickly ran to the bedside and held Master's hand, "Master, you are finally awake."
Wu Tian's eyes slowly focused, and he looked at her with a worried look on his face and said, "Master, I'm fine. Help me go see the host."
Le Yu did not respond, but ran away directly, all the way to the main hall of Jinshan Temple, knocked on the door and said loudly, "Master, my master is awake, Master...Master——"
There was no sound behind the door. Leyu thought for a while and ran to Wutan's residence. In front of Wutan stood a middle-aged bald man with some holy light faintly emitted from his head.
The man said softly, "Brother, you are awake..."
"Well, thank you host for rescuing me." Wutan thanked him and wanted to stand up, but the host waved his hand to stop him.
"Fortunately, you are lucky. There is still one last Da Huan Dan in the temple..."
"Master, that demon has indeed reached the mid-stage Martial Emperor's cultivation level, and his actual combat capability may even have reached the late stage of the Martial Emperor." Wutan said solemnly.
The host laughed bitterly, "More than that, he's probably almost surpassing the Martial Emperor."
He slowly told Wutan a series of events that happened in the East China Sea after Wutan fell into a coma.
Wu Tian's pupils shrank, and he said in shock, "That demon is so powerful."
"Okay, take a good rest today. We can deal with the rest after you recover from your injuries." The host said and walked out of the house. Le Yu was standing at the door outside. "Take good care of your master."
The host looked up at the sky, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. Buddhism also has the methods of the angry Vajra. It seems that they need to take action against the evil sect.
In the dark night, many patrolling monks of Jinshan Temple were patrolling. Several black shadows flashed by quickly without being noticed by the patrolling monks.
When approaching the Jinshan Temple's mountain protection formation, the black shadows took out a stone from their pockets and slowly walked into the formation. The formation gently rippled, and the black shadows entered without any hindrance.
"The formation-breaking stone given by the leader is really powerful. It can even easily enter the mountain protection formation of Jinshan Temple."
"Okay, let's act quickly. If something goes wrong, the chief will not forgive us."
The eight figures quickly separated and went to different directions.
At the door of the meditation room of Saint Monk Wu Tian, a figure slowly appeared, looked at the person lying inside, and slowly disappeared again. From beginning to end, Saint Monk Wu Tian inside did not notice anything. Although Wu Tian was seriously injured and had not recovered yet, it was enough to show that the person who came was definitely not an ordinary person.
A figure flashed quickly and headed straight for the main hall. Along the way, neither the patrolling monks nor the meditating monks reacted at all until they approached the main hall entrance.
A voice suddenly came from inside, "Friend, come in and sit down if you are here."
After hearing the voice, the figure did not respond, but instead retreated quickly and rushed to the back.
In the main hall, a palm shadow instantly hit the figure that was passing by, and the figure also hit back with a palm, and a loud noise was heard instantly, waking up everyone in Jinshan Temple.
In an instant, countless figures rushed out of Jinshan Temple and immediately discovered the many men in black in the temple.
"Which evildoer dares to break into my Jinshan Temple..."
"Take my Vajra Fist..."
"Ten Thousand Flowers and Thousand Buddhas Palm..."
The figure rushing out of the main hall shouted "retreat", and the many black-clothed men who were fighting fiercely with the monks in the temple no longer wanted to fight and immediately rushed out of the temple, "Where are you running to..."
Everyone in the temple shouted to stop him, but the man was really fast and was injured and didn't want to fight anymore, so he was about to run out of the temple.
At this time, a finger in the main hall rushed towards the many men in black, and a loud voice came, "Pick the Flower Finger."
The numerous men in black seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
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