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

Chapter 36 Fraud

"Wow!"

The loud noises of fighting, the roars of the monks, and the raging flames turned the quiet camp of the Hanging Temple into chaos.

Many Qi practitioners woke up from their sleep and went out to check.

"Another Qigong practitioner wants to escape?" someone murmured to himself, because he had heard the slanderous voice roared by the middle-aged monk.

The Qi practitioners here are not all mediocre people. Many of them had keenly noticed the escape of the two middle-aged Taoist priests last night.

"That young man who came yesterday was so quickly attracted to Yan Yushu. Is he so obsessed with her beauty?"

Some Qi practitioners stared at the room where Chen Xuan was and made guesses.

They felt it was unbelievable, although they couldn't help but recall the scene when they passed by the extremely beautiful Yan Yushu, which was truly a stunning scenery rarely seen in the world.

But it was just a fleeting encounter after all. The two sides didn't even exchange a single word before Yan Yushu quickly left.

Even though they couldn't help but feel fond of her and couldn't forget her, and felt deeply sorry for the tragedy that Yan Yushu was about to encounter...

But just because of this, should we disregard our lives and go directly against the Hanging Temple?

Those who practice Qigong are almost all outstanding people with good character, and the influence of the Six Desire Heavens is not that terrifying... People like middle-aged Taoist priests and burly men are only a very small minority.

"The young man is courting death. He doesn't want to take advantage of the Hanging Temple but does something stupid." A Qi practitioner sighed and felt that Chen Xuan was doomed to die.

"No! This young man has achieved a second enlightenment and killed the powerful warriors of the Hanging Temple!"

Suddenly, a Qi practitioner of high level exclaimed in surprise, because he saw the wooden door of the room where Chen Xuan was, which was tightly closed, was opened from the inside.

"rustle……"

Chen Xuan looked calm as he stepped out of the room. He stood tall and straight, his eyes as calm as a dark and silent pool. He looked around, sweeping across the faces of everyone in the camp.

Then he left the wooden house and walked towards where the monks of the Hanging Temple gathered.

"Hiss! Something in his hand!"

Some Qi practitioners screamed in shock because they saw Chen Xuan dragging the body of a young monk forward. The monk's calf was grabbed and his body was dragged on the ground. His entire head was like burning charcoal, charred with flames.

This scene is so weird. Wasn’t he going to escape to help Yan Yushu?
Why did he drag the monk's body to find the Hanging Temple? What exactly did he want to do?
Did they guess wrong?

"Amitabha……"

The old monk who was cooking rice porridge, the ascetic monk who was chanting the morning sutra, and more than ten doubtful and angry eyes of varying degrees were fixed on Chen Xuan.

Outside the camp, many ascetics working in the woods noticed the change and quickly returned.

……

……

"Daoyou, what are you going to do?"

An ascetic monk frowned and asked, not knowing exactly what was going on: "Why are you killing my disciples? Are you really going to escape?"

Although the middle-aged monk deliberately shouted slanderous words, his voice was loud and carried far away, and almost everyone in the camp could hear it clearly.

But in fact, some people are rational and remain skeptical, especially the people in the Hanging Temple.

Because Chen Xuan did not show any abnormality from beginning to end.

Moreover, why would two of his fellow apprentices go into someone else's house? Could it be that they had foreseen that Chen Xuan would cause trouble?

"..."

Chen Xuan did not answer. He threw the young monk's body in front of all the ascetic monks and walked straight to the fire with the iron pot.

In his hand, he held a long, slender jade hairpin—"Dang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

The crisp and rhythmic sound of gold and jade colliding spread from the edge of the iron pot into everyone's heart.

"I saw..."

Chen Xuan's flat voice sounded, and his scrutinizing gaze fell into the withered and turbid eyes of the old monk opposite.

The cold wind blew up the hot mist, and Chen Xuan continued to speak slowly.

"Old man, just now... you were peeking—"

The old monk, stirring the porridge with a wooden stick in hand, looked bewildered. Softened rice grains in the iron pot bubbled in the hot water, while a ray of dawn slowly emerged from the horizon.

It's about to get light.

……

"Little Taoist friend, I don't understand what you are saying."

The old monk who had discussed ancient seal characters with Chen Xuan slowly shook his head, his old, wrinkled face showing confusion.

The other ascetic monks were also confused and felt it was incredible that the other party was actually questioning them?

And it’s such a weird question?

A fight caused such a big commotion, shouldn't everyone be curious and check it out?

Chen Xuan stood tall and straight, looking down at the hunched and withered old monk, which was very oppressive.

He knew the other party could understand what he meant.

Before making any noise, Chen Xuan looked out through the crack in the door at the night sky outside the house.

At that time.

There are eyes staring at the small house in the night...

Chen Xuan saw it.

"Humph!"

The old monk was furious, as if he had been wronged. He banged the iron pot with a wooden stick and repeated in a cold voice:
"I don't understand what you're saying? I'm not the only one watching, so don't deliberately cause trouble!"

"Bang!"

The iron pot was suddenly overturned by a hand, and the hot and sticky rice porridge spilled onto the ground, with hot mist rising.

"I said I saw it."

Chen Xuan raised his hand, pointed at the angry old monk, and said in a firm tone:

"Old man, you didn't just peek... you laughed... why did you laugh?"

The old monk was startled when he heard this, and a trace of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

Did you laugh yourself?
The old monk himself is not sure...

Suddenly, the old monk's heart tightened, as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast with bared fangs!
Chen Xuan had already caught a flash of astonishment in the old monk's eyes, and his hand shot out like lightning in an instant, grabbing the old monk's head!
"Old man... there really is something wrong with you!"

The old monk was horrified, realizing that he had been tricked. The other party's perception was so sharp that he was immediately discovered in a moment of shock. He quickly dodged backwards, screaming:

"Brothers, save me! This man has lost his mind and is completely doomed!"

The old monk is also a powerful person who has achieved the second level of enlightenment, but he has been observing the situation in secret. He knows that Chen Xuan has the power to kill the two people, and he is afraid that he will not be able to fight him. He can only rely on the power of his fellow disciples to deal with the current crisis.

"Cang! Cang!"

Almost at the same time, several hands filled with golden and white light came across from the sky to intercept. A group of ascetic monks had already surrounded Chen Xuan and were prepared to not let him succeed easily.

"You still dare to do it? Explain the matter clearly!"

An ascetic monk shouted loudly and took action to stop it.

"It seems you've truly been bewitched by the Six Desire Heavens and are determined to go against the Hanging Temple. You're completely hopeless!"

An ascetic monk roared, thinking that this person was too arrogant. He was unwilling to even answer a word of explanation. Even Chen Xuan was not prepared to listen to the old monk's explanation. He judged that there was something wrong with the old monk, and casually verified it, and then directly killed him...

Did they treat these people as if they were transparent air? Among these ten or so people, nearly half were second-level ephemeral beings!
"Being connected to the Six Desire Heavens, your life is ruined, and death is not a pity!" There were also ascetic monks who immediately took ruthless action with a strong murderous intent. They had been oppressed too much recently, and this was a good opportunity to vent.

In an instant, countless roars, and golden and white fists and palms filled the sky, attacking Chen Xuan from all directions.

"roll!"

Chen Xuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. The little firebird's magic trick pushed the red energy to the extreme. The tip of the hairpin drew a red crescent-shaped arc between his fingers, and swept towards the overwhelming golden and white fist shadows, tit for tat.

"Whether I am dead or not is not for you people to say!"

He refused to give in at all.

The wind roared, the flames molten gold, and the hot smell of blood filled the air.

(End of this chapter)