Asura was tall and burly, but now he was kneeling on the ground. On his raised arms, stood a seemingly small figure.
But this figure trampled Asura firmly under his feet, making him unable to lift his head!
The monks in Shura Temple opened their eyes wide with horror on their faces!
This Asura is a strong Buddhist Arhat, and it took a lot of effort and energy to subdue him and protect this Asura Temple.
Unexpectedly, in just three or two rounds, Asura was suppressed by this purple-robed man and could not move!
What's even more frightening is that this purple-robed man beat Asura to pieces in close combat. It was purely a confrontation between blood and body!
In fact, if Asura had exploded with all his power immediately, he might have been able to survive in the hands of the martial arts master for a while longer.
Just now, his momentum was taken away by the martial arts master. Before he could fully release his brute force, he was already surrendered by the martial arts master.
"Doesn't your temple have Ashoka?"
The martial arts deity trampled Asura under his feet, but did not kill him, so he asked again.
He came here this time just to save Yan Beichen.
There is no deep grudge against the Shura Temple in front of me, and there is no need to go on a killing spree.
"The worry-free tree has long been shattered, you are too late!"
A monk sneered and said: "If you want the worry-free fruit, go to Abi Hell, there might be one there!"
"Okay, I'm just going there to check it out."
The martial arts master responded calmly.
The monk was stunned. He just said it casually and never thought that the man in purple robe would go to Abi Hell.
Abi Hell, not to mention the Heaven Realm, even in the entire Upper Realm, is a forbidden area with a notorious reputation, and the emperor does not dare to enter to find out what is going on!
Going to Abi Hell is tantamount to annihilating yourself and seeking death!
Since the existence of the Infinite Hell, I don’t know how many powerful people want to explore the secrets of the Infinite Hell, but of all the people who entered, no one came out alive!
Abi hell is like a bottomless black hole that can swallow everything!
"what are you saying?"
The monk still couldn't believe it and shouted softly: "Do you know where Abi Hell is?"
The martial arts deity ignored the monks of Shura Temple, moved forward, led Tianlang forward, and soon disappeared from the sight of the monks.
"Brother, what should I do?"
A monk said: "The abbot's Taoist heart has collapsed. He has gone crazy and is unconscious. Do you want to summon the powerful Arhat at Putuo Temple?"
"Send someone to follow him first to see where this purple-robed monk is going."
Another monk said solemnly: "If he really enters the Abi Hell, we don't need to pay attention to him. Anyway, if he enters the Abi Hell, he is equivalent to a dead person."
"good!"
A monk's figure flashed and he chased in the direction of the martial arts deity.
…
Shura Temple is extremely vast. The martial arts master walked all the way and walked for about a quarter of an hour before he saw the wall in the backyard of Shura Temple.
The martial arts master took Tianlang and was about to cross the wall and leave Shura Temple, but suddenly stopped, his eyes turned, and landed in a corner of the backyard of Shura Temple.
There is an inconspicuous graveyard there, and next to it stands a dilapidated and simple thatched house that is crumbling.
These are nothing, the only strange thing is that there is an old monk sitting on a tombstone, with his back to the martial arts deity.
The old monk was hunched over, looking haggard, with his head slightly raised, his two white eyebrows hanging almost on his shoulders, looking in the direction of the Pure Land of Paradise, with a peaceful expression, and he didn't know what he was looking at.
This posture of the old monk is a bit strange.
Sitting on someone's tombstone is somewhat disrespectful to the deceased.
What makes the martial arts deity even more confused is that just now he clearly emitted his spiritual consciousness and searched the whole Shura Temple, but he did not notice the existence of this old monk!
The spiritual consciousness of the martial arts master circled the old monk's body.
He is just a low-level Xuanxian, and his life span is approaching, and he is exuding the aura of twilight. His time is running out, and his life is exhausted.
The martial arts master felt that there was something special about this old monk with long eyebrows, but he couldn't tell what was different.
"Dare you ask the master's name?"
The martial arts deity descended and came to the side of the long-browed old monk, slightly arching his hands and asking.
The long-browed old monk slowly turned his head, glanced at the martial arts master, and then looked at Sirius next to him. His cloudy eyes showed no fluctuations, and his expression did not change at all.
"I don't have any title, I'm just a tombkeeper."
The long-browed old monk responded lightly, as if he was not interested in the martial arts master and Tianlang at all. He glanced at them and then looked away.
"Why is there a Shura Temple here?"
The martial arts master asked.
"Probably tens of thousands of years ago, there was some big movement over there."
The long-browed old monk raised his bony arm and pointed in the direction in the distance. The martial arts master looked at the map. That was the direction of Abi Hell in Tiewei Mountain!
Tianlang also said that tens of thousands of years ago, something huge happened in Abi Hell, causing him and the Prison Suppressing Cauldron to fall to the lower world at the same time.
The old monk with long eyebrows said: "After that, the Pure Land monks built a temple here. They were always watching over there. If there was any movement, they could spread it throughout the Pure Land as soon as possible."
The martial arts master nodded secretly.
This makes sense, but just to see if there is any movement in Tiewei Mountain nearby, just a Xuan-level sect is enough.
"Who are buried in these graves?"
The martial arts master asked again.
The old monk with long eyebrows said: "They are all monks who died in the temple."
"Why is there no name on the tombstone in the tomb beneath the master?"
"Because this person is not dead yet."
"Whose grave is this?"
"mine."
Before the old monk died, his tomb and tombstone had been prepared in advance.
Moreover, the old monk with long eyebrows is still sitting on his tombstone, so quiet and calm, as if he has seen through everything and is waiting for death to come.
An indescribable strange feeling arose in the heart of the martial artist.
There was a sudden movement in the clothes behind him.
The martial arts deity looked sideways slightly, and saw Tianlang lowering his head, biting the hem of his shirt, and gently pulling it, urging him to leave quickly.
The martial arts master took a deep breath and said goodbye. The long-browed old monk remained motionless and didn't even look at him.
The martial arts master rose into the air and continued to move towards Tiewei Mountain with Tianlang.
"Do you recognize this old monk?"
The martial arts master asked.
"do not know."
After walking far away, Sirius let out a long breath, seemingly relieved, and said: "But for some reason, this old man feels so sinister to me. It's very uncomfortable to be with him."
"He just looked at me like that, and all the wolf hairs on my body stood up!"
The martial arts deity does not feel this way.
Moreover, he did not feel any hostility or murderous intention in this long-browed old monk, and his spiritual sense did not react at all.
"This old man is really weird. He has prepared his own grave in advance even before he died, and he is not afraid of bad luck." Sirius muttered again.
"Gravekeeper, gravekeeper..."
The martial arts master murmured softly, thoughtfully.