From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 29 Eye-opening
The Hanging Temple was built close to the southern mountains.

"Bang bang!"

Twenty or so dusty young ascetic monks, with sturdy legs and square heads, were using white Qi to cut down trees and building a temporary camp with sweat on their foreheads.

Chen Xuan looked around, carefully observing the environment and people in the camp.

"The camp is completely deserted... These monks from the Hanging Temple just arrived here today."

Not far away, there were more than a dozen Qi practitioners in different attire, including Taoists, warriors, knights... They should be unfortunate people like Chen Xuan who met Yan Yushu and were "invited" here.

What made Chen Xuan curious was that these people were sitting in the camp in groups of three or four, chatting about everything under the sun, with smiles on their faces, as if they were having a great time.

They don't do any work and act like big bosses.

A young ascetic covered in sweat and with a gloomy face walked up to them and asked them to contribute to the construction of the camp.

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd became excited, as if a barrel of explosives had been lit.

A burly man flew into a rage and rushed forward, grabbing the monk's neck, glaring at him and spitting foul language.

"What? I came to the Southern Wilds to fight for my future, but I was captured by you bald guys from other places. And you still want me to be a carpenter? I'm so easy to bully!"

A middle-aged Taoist priest with an immortal look was not willing to be left behind. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed one of the monk's arms, and held it down behind his back.

"I have been cultivating my mind and character for over thirty years. How could I be deceived by a mere woman? My heart is as pure as iron!"

More people rushed up, surrounded the young ascetic, and beat and scolded him.

Chen Xuan was stunned and felt like he was watching a poorly acted drama.

The young monk's robes were torn, but he did not fight back, but just argued with his neck straight.

"My fellow Daoists, this camp is built for you to live in. Do you have the nerve to do this?"

Why would ascetics like them need to live in a camp? They are used to eating wind and drinking dew, and they can even sleep in the snow.

"You little bald donkey, you still dare to talk back? You were the ones who begged me to stay in this damn place, and you still want me to sleep on the ground tonight? Do you really think I'm made of dough?"

The burly man was furious and punched the shiny head twice, the sound was like hammering iron.

"Where's today's precious tea soup? Go make some! You bald asses are so clueless, aren't you? Get lost!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's words were equally sharp, and he was not at all inferior. With just a few punches and kicks, he beat the monk until his head was covered in blood, and he fled in panic.

Other Qi practitioners were also shouting and cursing. Whenever a monk passed by, he would be subjected to their wanton abuse or even beating.

"..."

Chen Xuan was stunned. This scene was completely different from what he had imagined.

The Hanging Temple clearly occupies a dominant position and these Qigong practitioners are the ones being guarded, but the reality is quite the opposite. It is these Qigong practitioners who are scolding, ordering around, and insulting those silent ascetic monks.

"Huh? Another lucky fellow here?"

When everyone saw Chen Xuan, they immediately burst into laughter, and the camp was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Fellow Daoist, did you meet that young lady too? Haha, I've just arrived in the Southern Wilds and I've been blessed with good fortune. I have monks serving me every day and free precious tea to drink. This trip was definitely worth it."

"..."

Chen Xuan pulled the corner of his mouth... What, it's not considered good luck?

All of them were Qi practitioners from the Red Crow City. They gathered together because of Yan Yushu. After chatting with each other for a while, Chen Xuan quickly understood the situation.

Yan Yushu had extremely evil intentions. Starting from where the Hanging Temple was located, he crossed several large city areas and fled all the way to the southern wilderness of Chiya City, taking the routes where Qi practitioners appeared.

"I heard that the young woman even wandered around Scarlet Crow City, deliberately passing through the territory of a large Qi-cultivating family and encountered some high-ranking disciples..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest told Chen Xuan that the Hanging Temple was now being roasted on fire.

If we ignore them, we are afraid that some Qigong practitioners will be bewitched and make trouble behind the scenes. But if we care, the scope of impact is really too large, and some of them have deep identities and backgrounds, so it will require a huge investment of energy and resources.

It is said that the Hanging Temple once resorted to bloody means to turn its own territory into a massacre... But when entering the territories of other forces, they can only spend money to avoid disaster and dare not act excessively, otherwise all these Qi practitioners will die.

Only then did Chen Xuan realize that Yan Yushu and he might not have met by chance.

She must have seen me in the river, so she passed by me on purpose, pretending to be innocent and pitiful... We are all her fish!

"How could the Hanging Temple allow her to escape for so long? Didn't any of the great monks take action?"

Chen Xuan asked doubtfully. He knew some of the secrets of the Hanging Temple, and this hidden sect was truly remarkable. "We in Red Crow City are no pushovers. How could we allow outsiders to run wild? The Red Crow City Lord is directly blocking the border. The leader of Green Deer Mountain, Qingyazi, is even extorting them, demanding an exorbitant toll. If they don't pay, they'll cause trouble and steal Yan Yushu. They won't let the great monks of the Hanging Temple pass through easily."

The middle-aged Taoist explained, and then said mysteriously:

"You came too late to know. Last night, the great monk from the Hanging Temple didn't want to be blackmailed, so he sneaked in quietly. Haha, he was immediately invited to debate with the great monk from Qinglu Mountain who was waiting for him..."

"It's difficult for a Qi practitioner to accomplish something, but it's very easy to ruin it..."

A dragon crossing the river cannot suppress a local snake, and there are shameless local snakes everywhere. Even a powerful place like the Hanging Temple can only compromise when it wants to cross the border to arrest people...

"Last night, a great monk from Qinglu Mountain came to the Southern Wilderness!"

Chen Xuan was shocked when he heard this and got goosebumps.

Who is coming?

Has this great monk realized what he has done?
He stood in the center of the camp, feeling a little chill in his heart, but he quickly calmed down.

The world is so big, and I haven't revealed my whereabouts. Even if the other party is a great monk, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find me. There is no need to worry too much.

……

……

In the afternoon, Chen Xuan was looking for someone who knew ancient seal characters in the camp, when he suddenly saw a large group of Qi practitioners appear outside, at least dozens of them.

He was surprised because he actually knew half of them.

"The Qi practitioners in Xiaohe Village really like to join in on any event."

Not only the Qi practitioners, he even saw a small black dot hovering cautiously in the distant sky, which was the figure of the bronze horse.

"Grandpa Firestick, these monks look really strange. Could they be the legendary Hanging Temple?"

Chu Qingling was bright and lively, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, looking around and asking questions incessantly; her sickly cousin was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and coughed every few steps.

Chu Huogun half-poked his head out of the bamboo basket and uttered, "Is that so? A hidden sect from the outer realm... Huh? That ascetic monk didn't even fight back after being beaten. What a good-tempered person... Who? Qingling, who are you talking about? Brother Xiao Wang is here too? Hey! Xiao Wang, brother Xiao Wang!"

Hearing the sound, Chen Xuan walked out of the camp and greeted the three people.

Chu Huogun couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Xiao Wang, why are you here? What happened here?"

Chen Xuan briefly explained the reason to him, then sighed, "It was a sudden disaster that trapped me here. They say my life is ruined, and I have to prove my innocence..."

"There is such a good thing!"

Chu Huogun suddenly became energetic and shouted, "Brother Xiao Wang, just wait for me! I'm doomed! I'm going to the Southern Wilds to find Yan Yushu right now. I want to prove my innocence with you. I also want to drink the precious tea made from the land treasure tree!"

Chen Xuan quickly asked, "Are you not waiting for your old friend from Red Crow City?"

Chu Huogun was seriously injured and relied entirely on Chi Qi to keep San Nian alive. He originally planned to wait for some old friends from Chiya City to come, and then go to the Southern Wilderness together to fight for opportunities and be reborn from the ashes.

Chu Huogun glanced at Chen Xuan from behind and said, "The natural resources and treasures of the Southern Wilds have long been encircled by ghosts and monsters. Which one of them doesn't have an owner? You'd fight for it with your life. If such a safe blessing falls from the sky today, my little prince, you must know that if you don't accept it, you will be punished by heaven."

He was in no mood to chat with Chen Xuan. He felt that the situation was urgent. If he was a little slower, Yan Yushu might run away and he would never see the fairy's face again.

Not just him.

The other Qi practitioners in Xiaohe Village understood the situation clearly. Suddenly, their eyes lit up with gold and they rushed into the mountains of the Southern Wilderness like hungry wolves.

"Not only are they not afraid of being tricked by Yan Yushu, they even want to profit from it and fleece the Hanging Temple."

Chen Xuan was stunned and felt that he had gained new knowledge. The pursuit of the Six Desire Heavens in the Hanging Temple had actually caused such a grand event.

In the distance, some ascetic monks who were not allowed to enter the Southern Wilderness to pursue Yan Yushu because of their young and unstable minds were gritting their teeth.

"The Qi-refining practitioners outside the temple have low character and each of them wants to blackmail us. I really want to save them..." If they were in the territory of the Hanging Temple, these people would have died a hundred times already, but being in a foreign place, there are some things they cannot do.

"How can these greedy people withstand the might of the Six Desire Heavens? Their lives are about to rot!"

"Everyone, stop complaining and get to work..."

In the distance, a large pot was set up, and an elderly monk with white eyebrows took out a bag of tea leaves that shone with golden light and began to boil the precious tea soup.

Chen Xuan walked over and began to ask him about ancient seal characters.

(End of this chapter)