After finally squeezing into the temple, the furnishings inside were very simple. In the middle of the temple was an offering table filled with various tributes brought by believers. There was a wooden row on the table with the words "God of War" clearly written on it. Two words, and on the ground facing the row are several futons for worshipers to use.
Several women who spontaneously organized to guard the Martial Arts Temple did not kneel down when they saw Li Mo coming in. Instead, they kept looking around, not knowing what they were doing. He seemed a little angry.
"I'm telling you, young man, if you come to see the fun, go out and don't block the road. Didn't you see that there are quite a few people lining up behind you?"
"Young man, I advise you that since you are not sincere, it is better to leave earlier. This Wushen Temple is very effective. Be careful that Lord Wushen will punish you for being disrespectful!"
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His head hurt from the chattering of these ladies, so Li Mo had no choice but to go back first and wait until night to find out.
When he returned to the inn, he happened to run into Liu Changhe, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
"Uncle Liu, what have you been busy with these days?"
"Xiaomo, are you okay? My uncle has been so busy with the Martial Arts Temple these days that he doesn't even have time to rest. The prince has repeatedly urged us to find out the truth behind this matter as soon as possible. But we can let him know overnight. How can it be so easy to track down powerful people with martial arts temples all over the continent? It’s not like they have any clues until now!”
"Uncle Liu, is there any connection between what I asked you about the God of War a few days ago and this matter?"
"I have also considered this issue, but I dare not make it public without evidence. If it causes unnecessary panic, I cannot bear the responsibility!"
After listening to Liu Changhe's words, Li Mo remained silent. The only person who knew the inside story now was Shui Wuhen in the Xuanyuan Mirror. If he wanted to know the inside story of Wushen Temple, he had to start with Shui Wuhen. But how to get the answer he wanted from Shui Wuhen troubled Li Mo.
"By the way, Xiaomo, look at my memory. The martial arts competition will continue to start tomorrow. When the prince announced that the competition was postponed, one was because of the Martial Arts Temple, and the other was because of you."
Liu Changhe's words pulled Li Mo's thoughts away from the Martial Arts Temple.
"What? Because of me?"
"Isn't it? After the prince knew that you were injured, he specially sent someone to visit you. It seems that the prince values you very much! The title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households belongs to you, Li Mo! You must not let down the prince's expectations. "
After Liu Changhe finished speaking, he patted Li Mo on the shoulder and left the inn. It seemed that he was going to investigate the affairs of the Wushen Temple again.
Only Li Mo was left who was still thinking about the meaning of Liu Changhe's words.
"Does Prince Gongxian like me?"
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He didn't want to become a pawn of the imperial court. When he wanted to compete for the first place, he only valued the nominal title of Marquis of Wanhu. His purpose was to compete with Liu Yanmen. It is not his interest at all to want him to work for the court.
Li Mo returned to his room and entered the red space directly. He had just improved his cultivation, and he still needed to consolidate it and adjust his condition to the best. To avoid any accidents when going to explore the Martial Arts Temple at night.
At night, when he saw that everyone inside had rested, he changed into a black outfit, left the inn, and ran at full speed towards the Martial Arts Temple that he had visited during the day.
After breaking through to the level of a senior martial artist, his speed is several times faster than before. It only takes a few breaths to reach a distance of more than ten miles.
Taking advantage of the cover of night, Li Mo secretly came to the vicinity of the Martial Arts Temple. What surprised him was that even now, the Martial Arts Temple was still brightly lit. Crowded!
Li Mo still had an impression of the people inside. They were the women who drove him away during the day. It seemed that they were really devout to this martial arts temple. They not only maintained order spontaneously, but also cleaned it at night.
In desperation, Li Mo could only wait for these women to leave before going in.
The lights in the temple were finally no longer so bright, and only two red candles were still glowing faintly on the altar table.
Several women disappeared into the night while chatting and laughing.
Crunch! Li Mo opened the temple door and entered the small Martial Arts Temple again. The decorations were the same as what Li Mo saw during the day, except that the Martial God tablet looked very strange under the light of the red candles on both sides.
Li Mo used the weak candlelight to walk around the entire Martial Arts Temple, but found nothing.
When he returned to the temple gate and was about to leave, his eyes accidentally glanced at the Martial God tablet. Li Mo seemed to be possessed, and his eyes never left the tablet.
It wasn't that Li Mo didn't want to leave, but that the Martial God ranking was like a black hole, firmly attracting his gaze. The word Wushen was magnified infinitely in his pupils! And Li Mo also felt that his thinking was starting to become a little confusing.
"No! There's something weird about this ghost!"
Li Mo bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain immediately spread to his brain. With a jolt, Li Mo woke up. The Martial God tablet in front of him was still very strange. Li Mo didn't dare to look anymore and quickly left the Martial Arts Temple.
It wasn't until he saw the outline of Tiandu City in the distance that Li Mo slowed down.
Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, he let go of his hanging heart.
Li Mo was already a high-level martial artist, but his ranking with the word "Martial God" almost made him fall into eternal disaster.
"It seems that if Shui Wuhen's words are true and there are really martial god-level monks coming to the Xuangu Continent in this world, it will probably be a catastrophe!"
Li Mo suddenly felt powerless. Even if he continued to investigate the matter, he might as well practice with peace of mind. If that day really comes, he would be able to have more strength to protect his family.
After returning to the inn, Li Mo was not in the mood to rest. He now had to seize all the time to practice.
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The competition on the second day was held as scheduled. Since there were only twenty-five martial arts monks participating, the competition was divided into twelve groups. One of them would have a bye. As for who could draw this lucky bye, it would be up to you. out of luck.
Li Mo did not have such good luck. The opponent he drew was named Fang Yan. He was said to be a child of another powerful family in Yiyang County.
When Li Mo came on the stage, he deliberately glanced at the VIP seat. King Gongxian was sitting in the middle, looking at him meaningfully. It made Li Mo feel very uncomfortable. What he didn't notice was that from a corner of the VIP table, a pair of resentful eyes were staring at him.
This person was Ye Tianxing. The moment he saw Li Mo appear, he understood why there was no news from the Great Elder and others. The most important thing is that the Fan Tianyin of the Supreme Elder in his family also disappeared along with the Great Elder. It must also be on Li Mo.
"Li Mo, I, Ye Tianxing, will not be a human until I kill you!"
As he said this, his expression changed just like that of other people watching the game! He is worthy of being a veteran in the world of martial arts, and his intangible expression of joy and anger is perfectly reflected in his body!
(End of chapter)