After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Chapter 307: It’s not a heart block, it’s a rebellious one

"I'm Wang Jia, and I'm quite famous in this area. You can ask them."

The mortals around him were forced to the ground by coercion and murderous intent. The old man who was old and frail and was setting up a street stall directly vomited a large pool of blood and lay unconscious on the ground.

Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator is placed on an uninhabited mountaintop, he can establish a sect and become the leader. Even if he is placed on a large sect, he can still be a minor elder.

Now that Jiang Su is out and about, she is not afraid of others knowing about her cultivation. She also knows how to pretend to be well-behaved in the sect, lest others know that she has gone from foundation building to Nascent Soul in half a year, and they have doubts in their hearts, lest she is being Seize the house or take the wrong path.

In other areas, although she would not advertise her cultivation widely, she would not be lenient when trying to intimidate others.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from home, if she doesn't show her fangs and claws, others will treat her as a kitten that everyone can bully.The locals have a sense of superiority, which comes from the familiarity of one more place.

This one will call her Bodhisattva a few times and ask for some miraculous elixirs, and the next one will call her a few words of compassion and help the world, the Immortal Lord, and ask her for some prescriptions for longevity.

Doesn’t she have to offer it with both hands?

The Zhenmo Temple is located on the westernmost side of Roland City in the Alu Kingdom. There is a long street at the entrance. There are shops on both sides of the street. Basically, every house sells Buddhist ritual tools.

At this time, the lotus-shaped walking sticks, lotus-shaped cushions, and pagoda-shaped lampstands all glowed green.

An enchantment was triggered at the door of the store, and the monks noticed something strange. They were holding the magic weapons, talismans, and elixirs that they wanted to check out, and they all looked at the main entrance of the Zhenmo Temple.

"The barrier was triggered??? Someone was fighting??!"

"Someone is doing something at the gate of the Demon-Suppressing Temple???"

"Who is so bold?"

Looking around, he saw a girl in green clothes, with murderous aura and coercion all over her body. Her loose black hair blew behind her ears in the wind. She was holding an ancient rusty hatchet in her hand, and bright red blood slowly flowed along the blade. Flow to the ground.

The monk in black across from him had a sword on his back and was holding his severed arm casually. His brows were as cold as the snow falling on the top of the snow-capped mountains, which had not yet dissipated between his brows.

! ! !Was it a little girl who cut off the sword cultivator's hand? ? ?

"Miss Jiang, there are some things I didn't tell you beforehand."

Hearing this, Jiang Su closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Wang Jia stared at her and said calmly: "Fighting is prohibited at the gate of Zhenmo Temple, especially blood. Anyone who violates the rules will be imprisoned in a water prison for three days as punishment."

"..."

Just as Wang Jia finished speaking, a large number of bald Buddhist cultivators suddenly rushed out of Zhenmo Temple. They were dressed in brown cassocks, with one hundred and eight bodhi seeds hanging around their necks, sandalwood beads in their hands, and carrying...

Long stick, long fork, long halberd, long spear, long shovel, long knife...

Jiang Su was unable to witness this scene. She only heard the sound of "dong dong dong" walking like a bell, and the frequent vibrations from her feet reminded her.

"Water prison? I just happened to be hot."

The girl in green clothes curled her lips and smiled, the midday sun shone down...

She was surrounded by bald donkeys.

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"Let me go! Let me ask you?! Did a sword cultivator in white come to you? It's my little senior sister. She has a stunning appearance, and a temperament like the snow in the winter moon, and the ice on the lake. She is even more graceful when using the sword. If a swimming dragon is like a startled giant, the wind is turning back and forth like the flowing wind blowing back to the snow.”

"I am from the Shifang Sect, and my head has already signed a letter with your abbot!!!"

"Put me down!!! You have beads hanging diagonally on your shoulders, it's so scary!!!"

Jiang Su was picked up by the leading monk and put on his shoulders, followed by most of the remaining Buddhist cultivators. Although she couldn't see it, she could guess that this monk was a physical cultivator, with a strong body, a tall figure, thick muscles, and rough lines. It is physical cultivation that comes from real physical training.

The Demon-Suppressing Temple in the Western Regions is a palace of physical cultivation.Buddhism practices Buddhism, and in Buddhism there are Arhats who protect hair. Therefore, most of the monks in Zhenmo Temple are practicing physical education, and there are almost no monks who are not practicing physical education.

They have boxing skills and internal skills, and they also pay attention to "reaching with the hand is worse than reaching with the body, and reaching with the body is not as good as reaching with the heart. The first is to reach with the heart, and the second is to reach with the body."

Fang Zhe had his head shaved by Chu Lin before. With his nine-foot height and body that he had gained through physical training, he succeeded in making everyone in the Shifang Sect regard him as a Buddhist cultivator. They even thought that the taciturn man came from the Western Regions.

Now Jiang Su feels that they are indeed very similar, and the physical training leaders seem to be accustomed to using resistance.

Jiang Su yelled a few words, but found that no one responded to her, so she stopped talking.

Zhenmo Temple is indeed the number one temple in the four regions. After entering the temple gate, you can see the lingering sandalwood slowly rising from the incense burner as high as one person, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims holding three long incense sticks in their hands.

The buildings in the temple are different from the resplendent and carved buildings in Zhongdu. The air is filled with gold and silver. It is different from the blue bricks and green tiles in the Southern Region. The gardens are exquisite. In the big and bustling towns, there are many ink-painting vendors on the streets. Scholars of calligraphy and painting were boating on the lake.

Zhenmo Temple has a unique style from the Western Regions. The bricks and tiles are not dark colors such as vermilion, but bright colors such as white, green, and yellow. The roof is inlaid with gold, and the walls are painted with colorful pictures telling the history of Zhenmo Temple.

Jiang Su had been here when she was a child, when her father Jiang Shuiliu and mother Wu Xiu brought her here.

"I don't know what's going on with my father. He was unwilling to talk about my mother's situation before, and now he doesn't know even more."

"Why are they trapped in the Demon Realm... The things that saved the owner on the Suffering Peak have not been unsealed. They were not killed after becoming demons, and their consciousness was trapped in the Demon Realm... It is more like the souls are traveling."

Jiang Su suddenly became quiet, and many Buddhist cultivators also quickened their pace.

Come to the side courtyard and in front of Luohan Hall.

The old monk with a serious face was knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed.

As soon as Jiang Su heard the sound of the wooden fish, she immediately became energetic.Although she is not familiar with the location of the Demon-Suppressing Temple, she is familiar with the structure of the Demon-Suppressing Temple!She has been here before, especially the wooden fish that makes a sound like the drum set of a band.

Sometimes it's urgent, sometimes it's slow, sometimes it's connected, sometimes it's broken.Sometimes I hit the center, sometimes I hit the edges.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Jiang Su quickly shouted loudly: "Old monk Shanyu!!! Here I come! Ask them to put me down, they are going to put me in a water prison!!!"

She thought she was on her way to the water prison, but in fact the purpose of these Buddhist practices was to send him here.

"Come in."

The sound is loud and clear.

The old monk Shanyu unknotted his eyebrows and stared at the people entering the hall with a pair of bright round eyes.

He set his sights on the source of the voice that had just called him, a girl in green clothes holding a bloody hatchet in her hand, flapping her legs like a lively fish.

"Jiang Su?"

His wide eyes narrowed slightly, and the bloody hatchet was a bit dazzling.

"You have hurt someone." The old monk Shanyu confirmed.

Jiang Su nodded hurriedly and smiled slyly: "Yes, I cut off one hand. Hey, my knife passed through his arm and cut out the section of his bones. Zhen Zhen Zhen, he should be spurting blood."

The Buddhist cultivators around her frowned slightly, and the one who resisted Jiang Su directly placed her opposite the old monk, lifted her legs, and asked her to sit cross-legged on the ground respectfully.

"You have a mental disorder."

"No way, the period of rebellion has arrived."

(End of this chapter)