In half a day, Hou Ting and Sun Kun had already walked through six large and small temples along the way, and without exception, they were all attacked by the demon gate.
Even some abandoned temples in the wilderness have traces of being searched carefully.
There are no less than 300 temples in Shengyu Mountain, and it would be difficult for the Momen to inspect them all in 30 days, let alone ten days. There will always be temples that have not been murdered by the Momen.
In the end, after the two of them discussed, they simply went deep into the depths of Shengyu Mountain, looking for temples that had not yet encountered disasters, and rushed in front of the magic gate.
So, for the next three days, the two of them went all the way deep into Shengyu Mountain without rest, and crossed nearly 80% of the temples. Finally, in the early morning of this day, they discovered the clues of the people in the Demon Gate——
A pile of campfires still warm.
Sun Kun made some inspections, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, saying: "Finally caught up. This is the campfire where the people in the Demon Sect stayed overnight, and it is still waiting for the remaining temperature. I guess the people in the Demon Sect are less than an hour away from us."
Hou Ting smiled slightly, and said: "Old man has been in Sihai Pavilion for many years, I thought your ability to detect enemies has long been rusted."
Sun Kun faked a smile, his face was still gloomy, obviously he was not in a good mood.
But Hou Ting didn't realize it, and still just sighed: "It's unexpected that someone pretended to be Chan Master Wu Nian... But with the martial arts of Chan Master Wu Nian, how could he be subdued by that monstrous monk Wu Yuan? Old grandson, it's up to you Look, is Zen Master Wu Nian in danger at this time?"
Sun Kun replied coldly: "This is just Ye Qingxuan's guess. The truth can only be confirmed by confronting Zen Master Wu Nian."
Hou Ting was taken aback, and said in surprise: "You suspect that Ye Qingxuan is lying?"
"For such a big thing, I'd better see it with my own eyes. It's useless for anyone to say." Sun Kun replied angrily.
Hou Ting shrugged helplessly, then caught up with two steps, and asked anxiously: "Speaking of which, Chan Master Wu Nian's whereabouts are indeed surreptitious recently, if you want him to show up, I'm afraid you can only use the 'Tianba Demon Corpse'. Hey, where did you hide that half of your demon corpse?"
Sun Kun paused, turned his head to look at Hou Ting solemnly, and said slowly: "Why do you always ask about the whereabouts of the demon corpse?"
"It's important." Hou Ting smiled, "We have been friends for decades, you still can't trust me?" Then he was taken aback, his face sank, and he said angrily: "Sun, you don't really doubt it. Me?"
Sun Kun's expression darkened, he stared at Hou Ting, and remained silent for a while.
Hou Ting snorted coldly, and said, "I never imagined that Hou Ting, who has known you for decades, has not yet gained your trust. If it is really me, Hou Ting, when you get the half of the demon corpse, I'm afraid something will happen. I won't wait for you to enter Shengyu Mountain."
indeed so.
The half of the "Tianba Demon Corpse" fell into the hands of his group nearly a month ago. If Hou Ting was a traitor, he would have taken back half of the Demon Corpse immediately, and he would never have waited until this time .
Thinking of this, Sun Kun couldn't help sighing, and said with a serious expression: "Unless you meet Zen Master Wu Nian and confront him face to face, no matter who you are, don't want to know the whereabouts of the demon corpse? You'd better save your energy."
The two looked at each other silently for a while.
"Okay." Hou Ting stomped his feet and said, "Then wait until you find the key to the Holy Land, and then meet Wu Nian. I believe everything will come to light."
Sun Kun let out a long breath, turned around and continued up the mountain.
Looking at Sun Kun's back, Hou Ting's eyes flashed slightly.
…
Shengyu Temple.
Another temple that was broken into.
And it is a Zen courtyard with a large area.
The huge mountain gate has completely collapsed, and a huge golden plaque "Shengyu Chan Temple" is split into several pieces, which are arranged in disorder. There are newly collapsed ruins everywhere, and the flames in many halls have not been extinguished, thick smoke is billowing, and the smell of blood is lingering.
Hou Ting and Sun Kun were shocked, rushed into the temple and looked around.
When I saw that in a square directly opposite the main hall, nearly a hundred Buddhist disciples were massacred, and the corpses were all nailed to the ground by wooden stakes, with blood flowing.
Obviously, the masters of the Demon Sect also became impatient after returning without success in the past few days.
Looking at the corpses all over the floor, many monks were tortured to death, Sun Kun suddenly became furious, and couldn't help roaring: "Demon bastards, you have the guts to come to your grandpa grandson to bully monks who don't know martial arts. What kind of skill? Come if you have the guts!"
The roar was deafening, and the birds in the back mountain were startled.
Sun Kun kept hissing and roaring, completely venting the depression in his heart for the past few days.
When he was exhausted and slumped on the ground, following the mountain wind, there seemed to be a few extremely light moans and panting from behind the hall.
"Old Sun..." As soon as Hou Ting spoke, Sun Kun flew into the apse like a gust of wind.
Half of the Daxiong Palace had collapsed, and the door behind it was broken. He didn't care about safety, so he raised his hands and used the palm wind to blow all the broken door away, and he had already burrowed into the collapsed wall.
Hou Ting was too big to get in, so he had to stay on guard outside.
The apse collapsed, but relying on half of the statue of Wei Tuo Bodhisattva, the narrow space was supported just now.
An old monk in a gray monk's robe was already bleeding from his seven orifices, and his corpse was lying on the ground. When he breathed out, he had already passed away.
Sun Kun was looking around, when he heard a few more slight moans and gasps.
Following the sound of groans, Sun Kun finally saw a piece of gray clothes behind the broken half of the statue of Wei Tuo, and quickly squatted down, holding the half of the Buddha statue aside with both hands.
There was also an old monk under him, and when he saw Sun Kun, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, unable to speak.
Seeing this, Sun Kun hurriedly took out a life-saving elixir from his bosom, helped the old monk up, stuffed it into his mouth, and said: "Old monk, I'm going down to Sun Kun, who is from Sihai Pavilion... This elixir is a dragon. The secret system of the last head of Hudaomen is very effective, how does the master feel?"
The old monk took the panacea himself, and his expression was indeed a little rosy. After hearing Sun Kun's words, he finally took a breath and sighed in a low voice: "Old monk Fanwu, he and a few juniors have retreated from the world to practice Zen, and have long lost all grievances in the world. Such a misfortune...cough cough..."
The old monk Fan Wu coughed several times in a row and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Sun Kun quickly rubbed his chest, but saw the old monk shook his head continuously, and said with a wry smile: "It's late, it's late. The palm of the master of the demon sect has been completely shattered." My heart, being able to keep this breath is already the limit of a poor monk...It's a pity that Benefactor Sun wasted a panacea...cough cough cough..."
Sun Kun felt sad from seeing it, and quickly explained: "Master, you must be concerned. My brother Ye Qingxuan is a miracle doctor in the world. He will definitely save you when he arrives..."
"Ye, Ye Qingxuan?" Hearing the name, the old monk's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "But the Seven Swordsmen of the Kunwu Sect, the one who crowns all others and frightens the Demon Sect?"
"Exactly." Sun Kun affirmed.
"Great, great. The vengeance of my Shengyu Temple can finally be avenged..." At this point, Master Fan Wu was already out of breath again.
"Don't worry, master. My brother Ye Zi will definitely avenge the master and all the monks..." Sun Kun said firmly.
The old monk Fan Wu nodded in relief, raised his last breath, grabbed Sun Kun's arm suddenly, and said solemnly: "Sun Benefactor, my lineage of Sheng Yu has been cut off so far, and there is no repayment for your saving grace...Only this The demon-subduing iron pestle held in the palm of the Wei Tuo Buddha statue is a rare treasure. The old monk gave this pestle to Sun Benefactor. If Sun Don doesn’t know how to use it, he can learn it with Ye Shaoxia, but don’t let outsiders know about it... "
Sun Kun quickly agreed: "Master, don't worry, Sun will definitely protect the treasure of your temple."
The old monk Fanwu smiled happily, closed his eyes, and passed away directly in Sun Kun's arms.
Sun Kun was naturally mild-mannered, so he couldn't help feeling sad. He didn't expect the old monk in the temple to retreat from the world to practice Zen, but it ended up like this in the end. His eyes swept across the collapsed apse, and he couldn't help feeling hurt.
When he saw the iron pestle in the hand of the overturned half entrusted, he couldn't help but feel his heart move.
Before the old monk died, he repeatedly told him that he and Ye Qingxuan should join in the enlightenment, is there any reason
He couldn't resist going forward to take down the iron pestle, only to see that the calf-thick pestle had no decorations on it, it was as black as a piece of black iron, but it was extremely heavy in the hand, but there was no strangeness at all.
At this time, Hou Ting shouted impatiently from outside: "Old Sun, how is that man?"
Sun Kun's heart moved, he quickly put the iron pestle back in place, and said loudly: "I'm out of breath! I'll come out now."