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Wushang City, Changshan County.

County Governor Wang Yongshang was awakened in his sleep.

The adjutant came to report: "Master, Mayor Du of Yeji Town has something important to report."

Wang Yongshang pushed his concubine away, got up and got dressed, walked into the living room, and scolded: "What kind of **** came to report at night, is it the Hong clan calling, or the common clan's face!"

Mayor Du replied cautiously: "Lord Governor, it is the Hanging Temple."

"Hangkong Temple?" Wang Yongshang frowned, "What are those bald donkeys making a fuss about? They were only reported by the Hong clan last year for colluding with evil spirits. Don't you know how to be honest?"

Speaking of Hanging Temple, Wang Yongshang was very angry.

He had dealt with the abbot Shi Yuyi, and knew that the old monk had been promoted to the Master of the Master. He originally intended to win over the other party, but the Xuankong Temple was a group of abnormal people who self-harmed and failed.

And he also knew that the Xuankong Temple was definitely not clean, but he didn't bother to care if there was no trouble in the Xuankong Temple.

"Tell me, what's wrong with the Xuankong Temple." Rubbing the Sun Xuanxuan, Wang Yongshang asked casually while drinking tea and rinsing his mouth.

Mayor Du immediately replied: "In the evening, the pilgrims who entered the mountain and a group of monks went down the mountain and said that the Xuankong Temple was killed and a torch set the Xuankong Temple on fire."

puff!

Wang Yongshang spit out tea on the spot: "What, say it again!"

Mayor Du repeated it again and said, "Sir Governor, I didn't dare to report it rashly. I went up the mountain to investigate and found that the Hanging Temple has indeed been burnt to rubbish."

"Burn? The Hanging Temple was burned into **** by a fire?" Wang Yongshang couldn't believe it.

"According to the monks, it was a young mage who first slaughtered the warriors in the Hanging Temple, and then poured gasoline on the Hanging Temple." Mayor Du told the truth.

He was shocked when he got the news.

Although the Hanging Temple is very low-key locally, no one dares to ignore this temple. The monks who come out of it will die when they are ruthless.

The government's three applications and five orders did not allow self-mutilation to practice, but Xuankong Temple turned a deaf ear.

After all these years, no one could do anything about it.

Who knew that it was destroyed in broad daylight, almost one warrior did not escape, and only two or three warriors survived because they had something to do outside.

Wang Yongshang caught the key point: "Young Master?"

"Yes, according to the description of the monks, it is a young man who looks less than 20 years old. He can walk in the void and never use a second trick to kill."

"Did anyone take a picture of him?"

"That's not true. The Hanging Temple does not allow pilgrims to take pictures, and there are no cameras in the temple."

Wang Yongshang couldn't sit still, and ordered the adjutant to immediately call the Oujiang District Administration to inform the commander Chen Zhibin, while getting dressed and preparing to go to the Xuankong Temple to investigate in person.

Quickly and quickly, we finally arrived at the cliff where the Hanging Temple is located in the middle of the night.

At this time, the flames on the cliff had been extinguished, and some pilgrims and monks were blocking the entrance of the cave with torches. The entrance of the cave has been blocked by falling rocks, and these pilgrims and monks carry the stones one by one.

"My lord, the cave was artificially collapsed, it should be the work of the young mage." The adjutant reported after investigating.

Wang Yongshang did not delay any longer, and flew directly into the air, bypassing the cave, flying over from the cliff, and quickly rushed to the cliff where the Hanging Temple was located.

As we approached, it was pitch black.

The main hall and plank road originally built along the cliff were all burned to ashes, leaving only a few burnt bricks, telling the grandeur of the Hanging Temple at the beginning.

"It was really burned out by a fire!" Wang Yongshang's tone was shocked.

Xuankong Temple is far from being a holy place of martial arts, but it can stand upright, and its background is naturally extraordinary, especially the abbot Shi Yuyi is a giant of the master.

In Daxia, as long as the giants are willing to protect themselves, even the cabinet giants are difficult to kill easily.

Wang Yongshang remembered what Mayor Du said. It was a young mage who destroyed the Xuankong Temple.

He didn't believe it was really what the young mage did.

after all.

The youngest mages recorded in Daxia are nearly thirty years old - raising a Qi is the most time-consuming.

Falling into the hole on the cliff, this was originally the hall porch, but now it all collapsed - the flame scorched the rock, and when the flame was extinguished and the temperature dropped, the rock suddenly shattered.

Wandered around and found nothing.

There is no trace of the mage giant left at all.

Wang Yongshang muttered again: "If it's not a mage, then it may be a celestial master, but it can't be a great celestial master... Forget it, what am I doing with this god, I didn't destroy the Xuankong Temple, and leave it to the commander to deal with headaches. "

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No one will link the destruction of the Hanging Temple with Chi Qiaosong.

The reason is very simple. According to the official records, he is only a genius warrior, and he is still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the realm of master and mage.

Get rid of the clothes.

Chi Qiaosong didn't plan to show off his exploits either.

After destroying the Hanging Temple and burning it down with a fire, he set up a golden light to enter the depths of the Yudou Mountains and flew towards Wu Daochang's cave.

According to the results of Tu Shan's interrogation, the location of Huanghua Cave was obtained.

However, Chi Qiaosong was not in a hurry to find Huanghuadong. It was night and he was a little tired. He also fought all day and needed to relax.

On the edge of the field.

He began to count today's harvest.

There are not many evil spirits in the Hanging Temple, except for the eleven monsters in the post house that have been fertilized before, which are the Bodhisattva Vulgaris that the deacons carried on their backs. It was only by gathering the financial and material resources of the entire temple that the eight Bodhisattvas who were lying on the corpse were trained and a mandala of eight Bodhisattvas was formed.

After being captured by him, one by one fertile fields.

It was found that these Bodhisattvas were very uniform, and each one was exchanged for fifteen packets of fertilizer.

After replenishing the 120 bales of fertilizer, the fertile field fertilizer bank has accumulated 375 bales of fertilizer, which is another new high figure.

"Boss, the sign is ready." Ren Qiongdan brought a wooden sign.

Chi Qiaosong pointed like a sword, carved the word "bitter bamboo" on the wooden sign, and then inserted it in front of the fourteenth mu of fertile land, becoming the name of this acre of fertile land.

In the fertile fields, a cluster of six bamboos swayed in the wind.

This is the spiritual root that was transplanted from the Hanging Temple in the daytime - a cluster of bitter bamboos.

The origin of the clumps of bitter bamboo is clear at a glance: "The spirit root of the ancient bitter bamboo is left with false whips, and it is revived with a touch of Zen in the treasure temple, which can breed bitter bamboo shoots, which are rare and rare fruits."

Immediately, Chiqiaosong looked down and moved to the roots of the six bamboos, where there were small bamboo shoots with three fingers.

"The first root gave birth to 19%, the second root gave birth to 12%, and the third root gave birth to 6%."

He was a little stunned by this cluster of bitter bamboos: "I thought that a decent martial arts holy place like Sihan Tianshifu would have spiritual roots to grow, but I didn't expect that a demon cave like Xuankong Temple would also have spiritual roots.

And it was only after obtaining a trace of Zen in the treasure temple that they were resurrected and broke ground... This Hanging Temple has a fart Zen machine! "

Although resentful.

But that's what it is.

This bitter bamboo root has been interrogated from the evil mouth of Liao Yuan Shi Qing, and it suddenly grew out of the cliff not long after the Hanging Temple was built.

It is also because of this cluster of bitter bamboo that Xuankong Temple built a medicine garden.

"The abbot loves him like his life, saying that when you comprehend the Buddhadharma under the bamboo, you can realize the true meaning of the six senses of purity..." This is what Shi Kee said during the interrogation. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

At this time, both Shi Qing'e and Wu Daochang had already been interrogated by Tu Shan.

After searching Huanghuadong, Daochang Wu will be taken to the fertile field; as for Shi Qinge and another man, Shi Qingshan, they will be detained for a period of time.

When the martial arts they have learned are exhausted, they will find a place to throw the corpses.

As for the abbot Shi Yuyi, Tu Shanxi was still working overtime to interrogate him - the giant mage itself has strong resistance, and the old monk is determined and determined, making it very difficult to interrogate him.

Of course, Chiqiaosong believed in Tu Shanru's means.

He left Liangtian and returned to the villa, and saw Zhou Jinyao and Ren Qiongdan lying on the table, staring at a gold-copper-colored jade glass lamp placed on the table.

"Loosely."

"boss."

"Have you made a name for yourself?" Chi Qiaosong sat down.

"No, it's hard to imagine that there is a lantern living in this glazed lantern." Zhou Jinyao said in amazement, "Songsong, what if the lantern does not come out?"

"Not coming out."

Chi Qiaosong's tone was flat, but his words were harsh: "Dengling, I count three times. If you don't come out, I will smash this glass lamp directly."

Said he grabbed the glazed lamp and looked like he was about to fall: "One...two..."

Don't wait to count to three.

In the lotus lamp of the colored glass lamp, the flame of the wick suddenly became larger.

Immediately, a spirit outlined by a flame appeared. Its outline was similar to that of a human figure, but the lower body had no legs and was entangled with the flame of the wick.

There are bright spots of light on the head, representing the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

He opened his mouth and made a rough sound like a fire: "Don't fall, I'm out!"

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