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Chapter 592: The secret place of milk tea, the thick smoke of thunder and fire filled the hall

Ajing felt as if he was being held by an invisible hand. The air around him became increasingly heavy, and every breath he took was filled with a sense of oppression.

Inside the Crane Temple, a strange and strong aura surged and gathered. She could clearly sense that there seemed to be thousands of evil forces gathering behind the temple wall.

"This, this, this...what the hell is this?" Ajing widened his eyes, staring at the temple door without blinking, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Xiang Zhu beside him also noticed something unusual, and secretly gathered spiritual power in his hands, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and thick smoke from the temple gate gushed out like a surging black wave, covering the sky and the earth.

The pungent smell filled the air, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Countless blurry figures emerged from the thick smoke, approaching them with eerie roars and heavy footsteps.

Ajing clenched his fists, and the spiritual power on his body instantly lit up, dispelling some of the darkness and fear.

"Xiang Zhu, be careful!" Ajing shouted, his voice echoing in the thick smoke.

She flashed and rushed towards where the smoke was thickest, ready to strike first.

Xiang Zhu followed closely behind, and the two stood back to back, looking around vigilantly.

At this moment, a huge black shadow suddenly jumped out from the thick smoke, with its fangs and claws bared, looking very aggressive.

In the underground secret room of the Crane Temple, the dim candlelight flickered, illuminating the mountains of treasures in the room, making them shine brightly.

Gold and silver ingots are stacked layer upon layer, like small hills emitting golden light; jade antiques sparkle with a warm luster, and each piece is priceless; rare paintings and calligraphy are scattered casually, as if silently telling the luxury of the past.

"I deserve the lion's share of this treasure!" The fat monk thrust his iron tower-like body forward. His flushed face flashed with greed in his pair of small eyes, and the veins on his neck bulged like twisting earthworms.

He slammed his fat palm heavily on the treasure chest beside him, causing the gold coins to jingle. "Humph! If I hadn't been in the front every time and dealt with those caravans, would you have been able to get these treasures so easily?"

The tall and thin monk who was in charge of guarding the secret room was originally leaning against the wall. Upon hearing the words, he stood up straight and took a few steps to the fat monk.

The underground secret room was as dark as ink, and the only ray of light disappeared completely after the candle was extinguished. However, the tense atmosphere did not dissipate because of the darkness, but became even more intense.

"Who do you think you are? You idiot, you still want to take the lion's share, do you have any shame? If I don't scold you, you don't even know your last name!" The thin and tall monk's voice rang out sharply in the darkness, full of contempt and anger. As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp "snap" sound, followed by the muffled sound of flesh being hit. The thin and tall monk slapped the fat monk hard in the face.

The slap was so powerful that the fat monk staggered and almost fell. This big, sturdy man burst into tears at this moment, with a strong sense of grievance, and he couldn't stop sobbing.

"If I don't hit you, you really think I'm easy to bully, right? I'm giving you face!" The thin and tall monk said viciously, and then he spat on the fat monk with a "Pah". The spit landed on the fat monk's shoulder with malicious intent, as if spitting on the only remaining dignity of the fat monk.

The fat monk whimpered, anger and fear intertwined in his heart. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, but he still didn't dare to make a move. In this dark secret room, he knew that if he acted rashly, it might lead to more serious consequences.

The two of them were in a stalemate, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Only the fat monk's suppressed sobbing echoed in the secret room, and the thin monk's heavy breathing sounded like a beast that was ready to attack again at any time. On the streets of Fenghua City, in a seemingly ordinary milk tea shop, there was actually a little secret hidden.

It turns out that the financial backer behind the milk tea shop owner is a member of the War Spirit Clan. On the surface, this is just a shop selling milk tea, but there is a mysterious tube hidden in the shop, through which the micro robots of the War Spirit Clan are quietly digging a passage towards the underground secret room of the Crane Temple.

After many days of operation, the channel was finally opened today.

At this time, in the underground chamber of the Crane Temple, the fat and thin monks were still arguing fiercely. Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet shook, and then a micro robot drilled out from the ground and dug a round hole between the two of them.

"What is this?" The thin monk's eyes widened, a look of horror appeared on his face, and he subconsciously pulled the fat monk to hide to the side. After the fat monk reacted, he picked up a stone and threw it at the micro robot viciously, cursing.

Just as the stone was about to hit the robot, the micro robot suddenly let out a sharp roar: "I'm going to die!" The sudden shout scared the fat monk. He didn't expect that such a small robot would make a sound, and the sound was so loud.

"You yell at me too!" The fat monk was so angry that he cried out like an angry child, muttering, "I told you to yell at me!"

He kept moving his hands and threw out a few more large stones.

But what he didn't expect was that in his panic he threw the stones in the wrong direction, and the stones all hit the thin monk with a "bang bang bang".

"You are going to die, how dare you hit me!" The thin monk was furious, his face turned blue and white, he quickly drew the sword from his waist, and slashed at the fat monk viciously, his eyes full of murderous intent.

The secret room was in chaos for a moment, with the shouting and cursing of fat and thin monks, the sound of swords waving in the wind, and the occasional warnings from micro robots intertwined together.

Inside the milk tea shop, the sweet aroma was suddenly disturbed by a pungent burnt smell.

The little boy wrinkled his nose and asked in confusion, "What's that smell?" His eyes were fixed on the pipe connecting to the Crane Temple, and he said in surprise, "Could it be an explosion?"

The little girl reacted quickly, picked up a ball of pipe-filling material and stuffed it into the pipe.

"What should we do with the micro robots?" the little boy asked anxiously.

"It won't be blown up, so just ignore it!" Just as the girl finished her words, a loud "bang" was heard from the direction of the Crane Temple.

At the same time, inside the Crane Temple, Xiang Zhu seemed to sense the crisis. He instantly threw a thunderbolt that emitted a dazzling light, and a barrier expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, protecting the entire Crane Temple.

Immediately afterwards, a huge curtain fell from the sky, "Art is explosion!" Xiang Zhugao shouted.

In an instant, the entire Crane Temple and its basement were blown apart, colorful smoke filled the air, and gold, silver and treasures scattered everywhere like raindrops.

The passers-by outside the temple were stunned at first, then swarmed over and frantically snatched the treasures on the ground.

The scene was in chaos, with screams, shouts, and scrambling sounds intertwined.