Xuanxia

Chapter 493 The golden cicada escapes from its shell
"Big brother!"

Tang Jiao shouted anxiously, quickly came to Fu Qingzhou's side and helped him up.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qingzhou had no strength in his whole body. Just after he was helped up, his legs went weak again and his body almost fell down.

Fortunately, Yuan Ziping also arrived and supported the other side of his body.

"Sir, are you okay?" he asked.

Fu Qingzhou smiled at him and then smiled at Tang Jiao.

Yue Heng and Zhao Yuan followed closely. When he saw Zhao Yuan, Fu Qingzhou grinned at him again: "Bai...Brother Bai, this is your stuff, right?"

He wanted to raise the scabbard and hand it over, but he couldn't even lift his hand.

Upon seeing this, Yue Heng hurriedly helped to take the scabbard and held it in front of Zhao Yuan with both hands.

Zhao Yuan looked at them with a complicated look and took the scabbard: "Brother Fu, I have to have a good chat with you later."

"certainly……"

Fu Qingzhou nodded reluctantly, then whispered to Tang Jiao, "Let's go and take a look."

What to see? Of course, to see Huijue.

Tang Jiao and Yuan Ziping supported him and slowly walked towards Huikong and Huijue.

They passed by the unconscious people from Mingjian Pavilion, saw Yuan Zhen lying in the bushes, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and also saw Li Jingzhe sitting against a tree, seriously injured and unable to get up.

Li Jingzhe...widened his eyes and stared at Zhao Yuan.

As if noticing his gaze, Zhao Yuan turned around and glared back at him fiercely.

Li Jingzhe realized something and quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak.

On this side, Fu Qingzhou and others had slowly come to Huikong, and naturally saw the... strange wreckage on the ground?
"he……"

Fu Qingzhou said hoarsely: "Dead?"

“No.” Huikong raised his head and looked at her. He didn’t say anything, but his chest was shaking slightly and making a sound: “He escaped.”

"how is this possible?"

Fu Qingzhou was startled and stared at the wreckage on the ground: "He has already..."

"The cicada escaped from its shell." Huikong bowed his head slightly and shook his head, saying, "This is the most advanced life-saving method of our temple. He sacrificed most of his cultivation and half of his life to leave behind a remnant... and his real body has already escaped."

Hearing this, Fu Qingzhou felt a surge of distress in his chest, and he could hardly control his expression.

How many innocent monks died in Jinchan Temple?
How many people have had their lives ruined because of Huijue?
Even the smoker...even the old man doesn't know whether to live or die!
After paying so much, I still couldn't kill him? !
A surge of anger rushed to his heart, Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and almost vomited blood.

But fortunately, after he broke through the seventh realm, his heart meridian had become extremely powerful, and as soon as this energy arose, the two true essences in his body dissolved it on their own... Therefore, his anger faded as soon as it arose.

"call……"

He exhaled a breath of turbid air: "Master Huikong, do you know where he will escape to?"

Huikong gave him a deep look and said, "The blood cicada has been destroyed, but the Buddhist robe is still there. Junior Brother Huijue, it's time to go look for the Buddhist robe."

"Yes... Buddha's robe!"

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank.

He had seen the Buddhist robe in Huixin’s memory, and that Buddhist robe... was now worn by Li Qing!
"Yes, speaking of this!" He said quickly: "Huixin accepted a disciple before, Foyi..."

Halfway through his words, he started coughing violently and couldn't continue. His back was bent from coughing.

"Brother Fu, take a deep breath."

Yue Heng's voice rang out, and then he stretched out his hand and stroked Fu Qingzhou's back. A faint blue light emerged from his palm, and the discomfort in Fu Qingzhou's chest and lungs immediately faded away.

He stood up and smiled at Yue Heng: "Brother Yue, you are quite good at this."

"That's all I can do to help you." Yue Heng said embarrassedly, "I can't do anything else..."

"You can't say that."

Zhao Yuan said sarcastically, "This time, Brother Yue helped Brother Fu a lot."

While speaking, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed the wound on his palm. Hearing him speak, Huikong subconsciously looked over, and then his face was slightly startled.

"The emperor..."

He only had time to utter one word before Zhao Yuan immediately bowed to Huikong and said, "Hello, Master. I am Bai Xiaochuan, a student of the Sword Master Academy."

"Oh... Mr. Bai, hello."

Huikong was so smart that he understood immediately. He stopped looking at him and turned to Fu Qingzhou: "Donor Fu, you just said that Junior Brother Huixin accepted a disciple?"

"Yes."

Fu Qingzhou took a deep breath and said slowly: "Actually, the reason I came to Jinchan Temple this time was to talk to you, Master Huikong, about this matter..."

He began to slowly tell everything he knew from Huixin's memory.

During this process, other monks began to walk out from the end of the tree-lined avenue and the Jinchan Temple.

The war is over, and it's finally time to clean up the mess.

Fu Qingzhou recognized some of the people. They were the monks Yuanxiang, Yuanchun and others who had stopped him before. After they saluted Huikong one after another, they quietly began to tidy up the messy tree-lined avenue.

Soon, Fu Qingzhou saw Yuan Zhen being carried away... He survived and was not dead, but his chest was covered in blood and flesh, and he was seriously injured.

Those members of Mingjian Pavilion were also carried away one by one by the monks of Jinchan Temple for treatment.

Li Jingzhe was no exception. Although he woke up, he was so injured that he could not move and had to be carried away... Before being carried away, he whispered something to a monk, and then the monk bowed to him eleven times and left the mountain gate, probably going to Mingjian Pavilion to deliver a message for him.

Of course, there isn’t much that needs to be cleaned up on the boulevard.

The real trouble was the monks in the temple who were blown into a bloody mist.

When Huijue was forcibly improving his realm, he forcibly absorbed and devoured the flesh and blood of hundreds of monks, but those monks did not even leave their bodies, only blood and flesh splattered on the ground.

Not to mention the cleaning, just now that they have died, Jinchan Temple will have to erect plaques and pagodas for them according to the seniority of the different monks...

But the situation is chaotic right now, and it takes a lot of effort to even count the number of people who died.

The chief monk in charge of preaching in the temple rebelled, and a large number of fellow disciples died. The once prosperous Jinchan Temple was mostly destroyed in just a few hours, and almost every monk had a gloomy face.

But it’s okay…

Not long after, bowls of porridge were served to them.

"Drink it, drink it well, and drink it slowly."

The temple's kitchen chef, the old monk Daoyuan, led a group of head monks and personally pushed the porridge cart, delivering bowl after bowl of porridge to the monks.

"Drink enough and have a good sleep, everything will be fine."

Daoyuan patted a young monk on the head, handed him a bowl of porridge, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid."

The young monk was about ten years old. His face was covered with tears from the previous upheaval, but he was still hungry at this moment. He took the bowl of porridge, said nothing, put it to his mouth and began to drink it.

Daoyuan smiled with relief and raised his head.

The autumn wind blew by, and the smoke, dust, and blood that filled the sky during the war were all blown away. The sunlight penetrated the clouds and turned into golden light.

……

Outside the capital, above the sky.

The sun pierces through the clouds, but there are always shadows cast by the flying clouds.

In the shadows, Huijue's figure was looming.

He looked extremely miserable at this moment. His entire body, including his face, was covered with cracks, like a piece of porcelain that could break at any time. Blood was visible deep in the cracks, making him look hideous and gloomy.

He looked far away in the direction of Jinchan Temple, drooped his eyelids, and then turned his gaze to another place.

There, a white light that no one else could see flashed in his eyes.

"Buddha's robe..."

Huijue said softly: "Brother, I haven't lost yet..."

(End of this chapter)