Chapter 695

Hearing this, the old man said with some worry: "although the dragon is not in the sky, Ouyang Qianxun and Daxiong are still in Tianyuan temple. Lengmufeng has sent many people on the mountain. If we can't succeed in one blow, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"You don't have to show up. I'll go alone." Yan Wuji said.

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Huo ling'er is also on the mountain. He is the daughter of long zaitin and the woman of Leng Mufeng. If the king can catch her, he can threaten them both."

"Huo Ling er?" Yan Wuji's eyes flashed: "OK, kill Guangshan first, and then catch huoling'er. When he was possessed, he couldn't kill him. This time, I don't think he has such a big fortune. "

When he heard the four words "go crazy", the old man who looked like Lin Menglong sighed: "it's a pity that the king was still sealed in the gossip mirror at that time. If the king had done it himself, he would have died long ago."

"It's the same this time. Give me a map of Tianyuan temple." Yan Wuji said.

"Yes." As the old man said, he took out a map from his arms, which indicated the fall of the corners of Tianyuan temple in great detail: "Guangshan, Ouyang Qianxun, huoling'er and Daxiong are all in the backyard. The expert named Zang Jun, who led the three hundred ancient martial arts Empire, patrols around the backyard."

Yan Wuji looked at it very carefully, then put the map away: "don't wait for me here recently."

"Yes, my Lord."

Yan Wuji left. The old man blew out the oil lamp like a bean, and suddenly fell into darkness. In the blur, his outline seemed to be much bigger, and his figure disappeared in the room.

Yan Wuji came to the foot of Tianyuan mountain. He didn't rush up the mountain. After observing for several days, he didn't find anything unusual, so he followed pilgrims up the mountain.

There are a lot of people in Tianyuan temple. Not only do people here come to offer incense, but also many people deliberately delay and stay here because it's safe.

After all, master Guangshan is famous. Only Leng Mufeng knows about his serious illness. Many people think it's safe here.

Yan Wuji managed to squeeze into Tianyuan temple, only to find that there was no place to settle down in it. People were close to each other, and people were crowded. He couldn't help but move in his heart.

Squeeze to a monk's side, Yan Wuji's face becomes scorched yellow incomparably, bean big sweat bead is full of forehead.

"Master, I don't seem to be able to." Yan Wuji cried out weakly, scared the pilgrims around him and forced him out of a passage.

"What's the matter with you?" The monk is responsible for maintaining order. He was surprised to see Yan Wuji.

"I'm flustered and weak. I haven't eaten for days." Yan Wuji said, but just as he was talking, he suddenly shook his body and fell to the ground.

"Ah! Someone passed out. " There was a great chaos all around.

The monk rushed to Yan Wuji and felt his pulse with his hand. With a sigh of relief, he took out a pill from his arms and put it into Yan Wuji's mouth. Then he cried, "don't panic, everyone. He's just too tired. After a few days of cultivation, he won't be OK."

At this time, another monk came, took a look at Yan Wuji and said, "carry him to the back wing room, don't affect other people."

"Yes, elder martial brother."

The monk carried Yan Wuji on his back and came towards the backyard. Yan Wuji quietly opened his eyes, saw clearly, and was ready to start in the backyard.

Unexpectedly, the monk ran at a high speed and suddenly turned to another small courtyard. Yan Wuji remembers clearly that in front of him is the monk's dormitory. It seems that he is going to place himself here.

Yan Wuji noticed that the pilgrims were gathering in the front yard. There was no one here. He coughed and pretended to be unwell. He slowly moved his hand to the monk's neck.

The aura gathered quietly. Yan Wuji was about to kill the monk when an older monk flashed out of the front yard: "Huineng, who is he?"

Hearing this, Yan Wuji hurriedly dispersed his aura, and the monk with him on his back replied, "it's martial uncle Zhijue. This benefactor fainted in front of him. I'll bring him here and send him away when he's healthy."

"There is a strict order in the temple. All pilgrims are not allowed to enter the backyard. You can see him off as soon as possible." The master named Zhijue said.

"Yes, martial uncle. I woke him up and sent him down the mountain." Huineng said quickly.

"All right, but in the temple, you can't leave this benefactor." Zhijue took a look at Yan Wuji on his back and said.

"I can understand."

Huineng said, Yan Wuji back to his room, carefully square him to his bed, then busy to pour water.

Yan Wuji took the opportunity to look around. This is a dormitory for four people. There are several robes on the wall.

"Thank you, master." Yan Wuji said weakly.

"When you wake up, monks are merciful. Don't be polite, benefactor." Huineng came over with a glass of water.

"Where is this?"

"In the poor monk's dormitory, several elder martial brothers go to the front yard to maintain order. They can't come back until dark. You can rest assured here." Huineng said, carefully feed him and drink the water."Thank you, master Huineng." Yan Wuji looks better after drinking water.

"You're welcome Eh, how do you know the number of the poor monk? " Huineng asked in surprise, but she didn't think about the bad.

"Because I just heard the conversation between Zhijue and you..." Yan Wuji said, while Huineng attentively listen to his explanation, suddenly difficult, a point in Huineng's chest.

"Hum..." Huineng was unprepared. She snorted and fainted in Yan Wuji's arms.

Yan Wuji jumps up in a hurry, changes his clothes with Huineng, carefully covers him with a quilt, leaving only one corner of his clothes outside.

Listening to Huineng's even breathing, Yan Wuji understood that she could fight for a period of time for herself. At least before dark, Zhijue would not be suspicious.

Yan Wuji didn't dare to wear Huineng's robe. He picked one from the wall and put it on. Then he found a sword, shaved off his hair, dressed up as a monk, and swaggered out.

In the yard, only a few monks were busy, and no one noticed Yan Wuji, so he slipped out smoothly and touched the back yard.

Zang Jun led a hundred bodyguards to build the first line of defense between the monk's dormitory and the backyard. Originally, there were more than ten disciples of the Hui generation cooperating with him, but more and more pilgrims in the front yard were transferred to help.

"Stop, which master's disciple are you? How come I have never seen you?" Zang Jun looks at Yan Wuji and reaches for a drink to stop him.

"I've met general Zang. I've come to cooperate with the general according to the decree of martial uncle Zhijue. I'm transferred from another courtyard. I'm called Huiwu." Yan Wuji put her hands together.

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