I'm Really a Villain!

Entering the main entrance, there is a particularly large incense burner in the middle of the temple.

This incense burner is an ordinary magic weapon, which can automatically devour the ashes of burning incense.

A faint aroma lingers in the air of the temple.

The architecture of the temple is very retro, and the basic colors are also three colors of green, red and green.

Several people had just entered the temple when they saw a monk walking towards them.

He was wearing a light red monk robe and his hair was very long.

And it looks like it hasn't been washed for a long time.

It was so disheveled and scattered on both sides of the head, falling to the chest.

The strangest thing is that he walks barefoot with a calm expression on his face.

"Junior Brother Wu Tian, ​​you're out of customs," Wu Qianjun asked with a smile as he looked at the oncoming monk.

The monk turned his head and just nodded slightly.

Then left without a word.

"Shenmai state," Xu Zimo frowned slightly as he watched the monk leave.

This Wuhua Temple is really not simple!

A monk I met at random was a strong man in the Divine Pulse Realm.

……

"Don't mind, everyone, my junior brother has this personality," Wu Qianjun seemed to be used to it.

Turning his head to Xu Zimo with a smile: "Let me arrange two meditation rooms for you first.

You can visit the temple whenever you want, and I will let my disciples accompany you.

I still have some things to wait and will probably leave. "

"It's okay, then I'll trouble Sect Master Wu," Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile.

A few people headed west all the way, and came to a very quiet wing room.

At this moment, a group of people just came out of the wing room.

This group of people are all wearing blue robes and holding a long wooden stick behind their backs.

It looks a bit like a monk.

Seeing the appearance of Xu Zimo and others, a monk headed by the group sternly shouted: "Who let you in?"

Chapter 343 Gathering in Wuhua Temple

"Second Martial Uncle, this is the guest received by the head of the sect," the disciple who led Xu Zimo and others to the meditation room responded quickly.

"Master?" The monk looked at Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo, then asked suspiciously.

"Senior Brother Qianjun, don't you know what the period is?"

"I'm just following the orders of the master," said the disciple shaking his head.

The monk snorted coldly, looked at Xu Zimo and asked, "What are you doing in Wuhua Temple?"

"It seems that I don't need to explain to you," Xu Zimo said lightly.

"We got the permission of Wu Zhangmen, what does this have to do with you?"

"How courageous," the monk snorted angrily.

Immediately with a wave of his hand, the power of the Holy Vein Realm condensed around his body.

Said: "Then I will take you down first, and then go to the head to ask for an explanation."

The blue-robed monk dropped his big hand as he spoke.

The space around him was shaking, and the power was astonishing.

King Qin You next to him snorted coldly, and slapped him directly.

"Ants!"

With a "boom", the endless air waves fluctuated around, and the figure of the blue-robed monk was directly thrown away.

"Uncle Master," the monk next to him exclaimed hastily.

The blue-robed monk stood up from the ground and looked at King Qin You solemnly.

Divine Vein or Immortal?

He didn't feel it just now, but the opponent's blow left him without the slightest strength to fight back.

Finally, the blue-robed monk took a deep breath, turned and left without saying a word.

……

"If you want me to tell you why you are being polite to them," King Qin You said with a frown on the side.

"With our strength, can't we solve a Wuhua Temple?"

"It's not good for everyone to know about it," Xu Zimo said shaking his head.

"Now is not an opportunity to show our strength, don't forget the purpose of our trip."

King Qin You nodded and didn't say much.

Several people followed the monk into the meditation room.

The Zen room is very simply decorated, with a bed, a table and a small cabinet.

There is still the faint fragrance of Buddha incense in the air.

"If the two feel that there is no problem, then the monk will leave first."

Xu Zimo asked with a smile: "Is there any disagreement between your Second Martial Uncle and Master Wu?"

The little monk was startled, shook his head quickly and said: "The benefactor misunderstood, it's just that the second uncle has a straightforward personality and easily offends others."

As the little monk left, King Qin You looked at Xu Zimo and asked, "Then what shall we do next?"

"Wait," Xu Zimo replied calmly, wiping the Ba Ying in his hand.

"Wait?" King Qin You was taken aback, as if he didn't understand.

"Do you know why I chose this time to come to Wuhua Temple?" Xu Zimo asked.

"How much do you know about the Buried Buddha Temple?"

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, King Qin You was slightly silent.

He knew that Xu Zimo must have his own reasons for doing so, so he didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that that thing is very important to them, Gu Ming, and there is no room for sloppyness.

In the next few days, Wuhua Temple seemed extremely peaceful.

The monks in the courtyard are often in a hurry, and there is a feeling that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

Xu Zimo looked very comfortable, and took Qin Youwang and his two to visit Wuhua Temple all day long.

Except for some forbidden places, there is no place that cannot be visited.

The only weird thing is that there are Buddha statues enshrined in many halls of Wuhua Temple.

These Buddhist incenses are not the widely circulated Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats and the like.

But some Buddha statues that Xu Zimo had never seen before.

This temple is full of weirdness everywhere, which makes people feel a little terrified.

On the fifth day of coming to Wuhua Temple, the Wuhua Temple suddenly became lively on this day.

More and more people come to visit the temple from the outside world.

These people were all arranged in the meditation room near Xu Zimo.

Think this place is for hospitality.

……

The sky outside is a bit gloomy.

Maybe it's because autumn has turned to winter, and the weather is getting colder and colder in the rainy autumn.

Those who practice martial arts are not afraid of the cold.

In the afternoon, the light raindrops had already gathered in the dark clouds and began to fall slowly.

Xu Zimo stood in front of the window, looking into the distance.

"What are you looking at?" King Qin You walked in and asked curiously.

"There are already thirteen batches," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

In just one day, thirteen groups of people from different backgrounds have come to Wuhua Temple.

While the two were talking, Wu Qianjun brought a group of people here again.

"It's those from Xianfanzong," King Qin You said with a frown on the side.

Except for Wu Qianjun, the rest of the group were the three people before Xian Fanzong.

An elder, a son and a saint.

"During this period, people's attention should have been attracted by the Wandan Conference," Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"Unfortunately, who would have thought that under this grand event, there is still an open and secret struggle going on."

"Do you want to get rid of them all?" King Qin You asked in a low voice.

"Whoever takes our things will be killed," Xu Zimo replied flatly.

Qin Youwang nodded quickly.

In the afternoon, Xu Zimo went to the fasting room of Wuhua Temple for dinner.