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Chapter 55 The Three Refugees

The dust of the battle in front of the Main Hall has come to an end. The last master of Dingzen Temple was also wounded for his life by the law enforcement elder, and was nailed to death in front of the Buddha's confession. The blood spattered red the high hanging Dharma banner in the hall.

"I hate it! One more day, one more day, Senior Brother Huitong and the others will be back!"

Blood foam kept spurting out from Monk Huizheng's mouth, but the old monk seemed to be looking more energetic.

"But don't get too complacent too early. At this time, I'm afraid the Jingyue Sect should also be removed from the three sects and four sects!"

Monk Huizheng wanted to laugh out loud, but the wound on his chest was involved, causing a violent ups and downs.

Fang Chengding was about to arrive at this moment, and when he heard Huizheng's words, he suddenly realized.

No wonder there were few Waigang strongmen showing up at Dingchan Temple today. It turned out that they secretly ran to the Jingyue Sect's mountain gate.

Although Fang Chengding was a little surprised by this, it was still within the acceptable category.

After all, the elite disciples of the sect have already evacuated, and those remaining in the sect are his abandoned sons left behind to please Emperor Jing'an.

Even if he was completely slaughtered by those two masters, at least the flame of the sect remained.

The fire outside the door was soaring into the sky. It was obvious that the disciples of Dingzen Temple saw that the situation was not good and would rather burn it to scorched earth than leave it to foreign enemies.

There was a "bad" sound in the secret passage, and several people were about to go out to control the situation. Unexpectedly, monk Huizheng took advantage of them and suddenly pulled out his body from the spear, jumped up and rushed towards the wooden fish standing in front of the Buddha.

Being a little confused by Monk Huizheng's actions, Elder Gu was not slow in his movements and subconsciously killed him with a sword.

"My Buddha is compassionate~"

A mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue was sprayed onto the wooden fish, and the blood color slowly penetrated into the wooden fish, rendering it a layer of translucent blood color.

Until the moment before his death, Monk Huizheng's head was flying high, with a strange smile hanging on his face.

There was a roar of "buzz", and a secret passage appeared on the ground behind the Buddha statue.

The candlesticks on both sides burned spontaneously without wind, stretching all the way to the endless depths.

Confused by Monk Huizheng's actions, Fang Chengding looked at the cave entrance with caution. The secret passage that the old Zen master tried to open before his death obviously could not lead to the treasure room of Dingzen Temple.

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Fang Chengding and the law enforcement elder looked at each other, and were about to find a monk from Dingzen Temple to question him, but unexpectedly there was sudden movement in the tunnel.

"Chichi, hehe, wuwu..."

It was like crying or laughing. The sound was not loud, but it seemed that there was a kind of magic pouring into the ears.

"No, leave quickly!"

Realizing that something was wrong, the law enforcement elder shouted loudly and at the same time, he retreated out of the hall.

But soon——

"Uncle Master, what are you laughing at?"

Fang Chengding accidentally caught a glimpse of the strange smile on Elder Chuan Gong's face and immediately asked in a voiceless voice.

"I'm not laughing, but why are you crying?"

The elder Chuan Gong looked surprised and turned his head as if to ask the two brothers for confirmation.

Hearing the elder's words, Fang Chengding felt something bad in his heart. He reached out and touched his cheek, and sure enough, there was a wet tear trail.

Weird, why should I cry?

Fang Chengding was confused, and suddenly a strong sadness surged into his heart.

Life is so boring...

Why didn't I take her with me back then...

Being the leader is so tiring...

It's better to just take refuge like this...

Take refuge in the Buddha...take refuge in the Dharma...take refuge in the Sangha...

Take refuge... take refuge...

At the same time, accompanied by the harsh sound of the iron ropes rubbing against the ground, a huge body crowded the walls of the secret passage, trying hard to break free from the shackles.



Stepping through the half-covered door, you will see the martial arts square paved with white marble, surrounded by carved patterns of golden flowers and jade springs. It is exquisite and is obviously the work of everyone.

But now, the fallen pox was cut in half by sharp sword marks, leaving broken marks all over it.

Tough grass and trees invaded the stone slabs along the gaps, wet blood stains could be seen everywhere, and broken weapons were scattered in every corner of the mountain gate.

Occasionally, the crow's cry, accompanied by the miserable wind, seemed to be heard by the mountain ghosts.

This is what Chen Qingzhi saw in front of the mountain gate of Dingzen Temple. The sky and the earth were filled with ominous blood.

Just in case, he stationed the army outside the mountain gate, and entered the temple with only about twenty horse guards.

Something is not good!

In any case, there were tens of thousands of monks in Dingzen Temple at its peak, and even if several masters of the Jingyue Sect were still there, it would take far longer than this amount of time to wipe out all members of the He Temple.

In the Dingzen Temple in front of him, not even a ghost could be seen, let alone a human figure. Chen Qingzhi would not believe that it had been abandoned for decades.

However, just a few quarters of an hour ago, he could hear shouts of death from a mountaintop away.

Feeling vaguely ominous, Chen Qingzhi was already planning to withdraw from the mountain gate and would inform Emperor Jing'an before making a decision.

Suddenly, a figure with no flesh on his body stumbled out from the back of the palace, muttering something that no one could understand.

"stop!"

Before Chen Qingzhi could say anything, two soldiers had already stood up and blocked the madman's path with their spears crossed.

However, this man seemed not to have seen it. He didn't care that the tip of the spear had penetrated into his flesh, and still tried to hide behind the crowd as if he was desperate for his life.

"Hehe... people... are all dead... woo... the leader... take refuge... haha... become a Buddha... I'm going to become a Buddha!"

His pupils gradually dilated, and this man died in a very strange way in front of everyone.

Until he lost his breath, his eyes were still fixed on Uncle Yong Yi, or to be more precise, he was looking at the place where the yellow seal was hidden on Uncle Yong Yi's chest.

Chen Qingzhi frowned slightly, and he also felt that a warm current slowly flowed from his chest to his whole body.

Reminds me of the scene in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Could it be that he had been tricked again unknowingly?

"Send my order and everyone will leave Dingzen Temple immediately!"

An inexplicable sense of crisis surged into his heart. Chen Qingzhi turned his horse around without thinking and was about to lead his guards to escape from Dingchan Temple.

But at this moment, the guard's heartbroken voice came to his ears.

"General, what is this?"

"Block your ears, don't listen, don't look, don't think!"

Chen Qingzhi, however, refused to let him argue. He cut the guard's neck with his palm, lifted him onto his horse, and then shouted loudly to the other guards.

But at this moment, the horse under his crotch suddenly became disobedient and fell to the ground with a neighing sound, foaming from the mouth, and he was about to die.

At the same time, a malicious aura locked onto him.

Chen Qingzhi was in a daze for no reason. When he came back to his senses, it seemed as if a woman was whispering in his ear:

"Little monk, you often talk about the three refuges, taking refuge in the Buddha, taking refuge in the Dharma, and taking refuge in the Sangha. Or... do you want to consider taking refuge in me?"

"female--"

He turned his head in confusion, and was about to respond without thinking, when suddenly a burning sensation came from the yellow seal.
Chapter completed!
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