super hate ring

Chapter 289
The old man glanced at the majestic Nanguo Temple on the mountainside with empty eyes, sadness and hope intertwined on his old face.

"Old man, you go back, today Nanguo Temple accepts pilgrims." Jiang Fan couldn't bear to watch the old man walk up the steps step by step.

The old man turned his head, his face was full of doubts, hesitation and helplessness were fully revealed, it was obvious that Jiang Fan's words did not comfort him, but wiped out his last hope.

Jiang Fan could fully believe that this old man would rather climb up the thousand-step stone staircase and lose his fortune to buy a jade pendant than just go back.

Jiang Fan gave Faxuan a wink, Faxuan's eyelids twitched, and he hurried forward, said to the old man Amitabha, bowed and said: "The poor monk, the elder Faxuan of Nanguo Temple, today is not an auspicious day, the old benefactor can come back in a few days , your old grandchildren will be safe and sound."

"But..." In the eyes of the old man, Fa Xuan obviously had much more prestige than Jiang Fan. He still doubted what a young monk like Jiang Fan said, but he would only believe in Fa Xuan, an eminent monk like Fa Xuan.

But today I made up my mind to come to Nanguo Temple to pray for Buddha. If my grandson and granddaughter don't come back, the old woman might not be able to hold on anymore. She doesn't have the face to face her son and daughter-in-law, so she can only go along with her.

The old man glanced at the Nanguo Temple in the mountain, hesitating and looking pained.

"The poor monk has a string of Buddhist beads here. The old benefactor will take it. If the old benefactor's grandchildren are still there, this string of Buddhist beads can protect them from getting worse during this period of time. Don't worry, the old benefactor."

Faxuan took a look at Jiang Fan, and handed over the Buddhist beads to the old man without Jiang Fan's objection.

Of course Jiang Fan knew that this string of Buddhist beads was useless, but if it wasn't for this, the old man would not have left.

The old man took the beads for a long time, and finally chose to believe in Faxuan. The words of an eminent monk like Faxuan are more credible than news broadcasts in the psychology of ordinary people like them.

"Eminent Monk, please tell me when is the auspicious day, and I will definitely come when the time comes." The old man took two steps with the prayer beads, then turned back and asked.

"Do you know who his grandchildren are? Among the eleven children?" Jiang Fan asked Faxuan.

"I know, his granddaughter is the girl who was rescued by the young hero. The grandson...is dead." Fa Xuan gave Jiang Fan a tentative look, a little afraid.

Jiang Fan looked at the hunched back of the old man leaving, slowly clenched his fists, and looked at Nanguo Temple above with hatred.

Jiang Fan led the monks to the top of the steps quickly, and persuaded everyone to leave on the way. Some were the same as the old man. Those who did not buy the jade pendant suffered disaster at home before, and those who did not buy the jade pendant did not suffer disaster, and some did not suffer disaster after buying the jade pendant. , Nanguo Temple can be said to have wiped out all these common people.

The back is very cool by the mountain wind. Jiang Fan stands on the steps and looks at Nanguo Temple. It has a strong sense of history. The temple looks vicissitudes, the melodious bells, the lingering sandalwood, and the intoxicating incense. taste.

If you come here for the first time, you will feel that this is a Buddhist temple. Even if you don't believe in Buddhism, you will pray for peace of mind and respect these monks from the bottom of your heart.

But knowing all kinds of behaviors of Nanguo Temple, and listening to the pilgrims and common people just now, the temple in front of him has completely changed in Jiang Fan's mind.

A quick scan will tell you that the cost of this seemingly thick and ancient temple is higher than that of a resplendent palace of the same size.

The common people believe in thick and simple Buddhist churches, so Nanguo Temple also caters to this point. However, these seemingly heavy and simple buildings are just the effect of expensive wood. Since ancient times, countless people who want to make a fortune have built new buildings Planting temples as a no-cost business.

The monks of Nanguo Temple had seen Fa Xuan and others coming up earlier, and a monk had already gone in to inform the abbot Fa Shan that several young disciples came to welcome them, but Fa Xuan ignored them and followed Jiang Fan into the lobby, killing all the pilgrims inside. kicked out.

The pilgrim left in a daze, and all the monks looked at Faxuan in surprise, not knowing what the elder was going to do.

"Faxuan, what are you doing? Four King Kongs, shouldn't you guard the cave?"

Three old monks wearing cassocks came out from the back hall. The leader was majestic and cheerful. He wanted to inquire about the progress of the opening of the medicine garden. Unexpectedly, when he came out, he saw Faxuan driving away the pilgrims with the four kings. , doesn't look like a monk at all.

Let pilgrims see the virtues of Faxuan and the Four King Kong, who will donate, who will buy mascots, and who will participate in rituals?

"Is this person your abbot?" Jiang Fan asked sideways.

"Young man, this is Fatong enshrined in our Nanguo Temple. Be careful, young man. This man has a second-level earth-level cultivation, and the cassock he wears is his weapon. Controlling in the air, circling and cutting, enveloping the opponent's weapon or body, such as fingering, is very powerful."

Faxuan looked at Fatong with some fear. Although the difference in cultivation base was only one level, the small level gap at the prefecture level was too large. Faxuan was sure that he was not the opponent of Fatong. If he had a choice, Faxuan would have stood by Fatong. Pass the side.

"Where are the two old bald donkeys behind him?" Jiang Fan glanced at Fatong, and his eyes fell on the two behind Fatong.

"One of these two is called Fa Ming and the other is called Fa Wu. They are the elders of Nanguo Temple, and they have a first-level cultivation at the prefectural level..."

"Faxuan, what are you doing? Who is this monk? Why have I never seen it before?"

Faxuan didn't answer his own words, but only cared about pleasing a strange young monk. Fatong was furious. Anyway, the pilgrim had already left, so there was no need to dress up at this time. half a step.

Jiang Fan chuckled, looked Fatong up and down, and said calmly: "Faxuan, the Four King Kongs, you deal with Faming and Tingyi, please do me a favor, Fawu will be handed over to you, and the old fellow Fatong will be handed over to me." gone."

"Young hero, please be careful." Fa Xuan is not worried about dealing with Fa Ming with the Four King Kongs. Although he has now become the peak of the Xuan level, the four King Kongs together are equivalent to the peak of the first layer of the earth level. , Against Fa Ming, he won only win.

But it was obviously Jiang Fan vs. Fatong who decided the outcome. If Jiang Fan lost, even if Fa Ming and Fa Wu were dead, they would die too.

The first floor of the prefecture level was against the second floor of the prefecture level. Faxuan and the Four King Kongs were all sweating for Jiang Fan.

Qian Tingyi was not as verbose as Fa Xuan, after Jiang Fan finished speaking, Qian Tingyi had already attacked Fa Wu.

"Boy, even if you dare to kick our Nanguo Temple, I will let you know how powerful I am today."

Seeing that both Faxuan and the Four Vajras obeyed Jiang Fan's orders, Fatong was already enraged, and he clenched his fists to both sides, his momentum soared, and the monk's robe was blown by the strong wind, and the cassock flew up.

Of course, the cassock does not really fly in the air. There are five purple-gold silk threads that hold the dead corners and the center of the cassock respectively.

Strong pressure was pressing on Jiang Fan. With Jiang Fan's current health and yang energy, he just felt a little struggling under this kind of pressure. In terms of pure energy, he was indeed far inferior to this Fatong monk.

"what."

Fatong yelled loudly, and the cassock dinged, and the gold thread sewn inside the cassock gave off a dazzling light under the urging of internal air, and shone on Jiang Fan's face, which seemed to be shot by a high-power flashlight , almost unable to open his eyes, the cassock hovered over quickly like a piece of iron.

"huhu"

As if the metal pierced the air, the cassock cut towards Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan shook his hand, and countless ice picks pierced the cassock, some of the ice picks melted directly under the strong light, and most of the rest were cut in pieces by the cassock.

"What a powerful weapon." Jiang Fan exclaimed.

"I know now, isn't it too late?"

Fatong snorted coldly, and the cassock came directly towards Jiang Fan's hood. If Jiang Fan didn't have the magic power to scan, he was just an ordinary first-level ancient warrior, or even a second-level prefecture-level warrior. Jiang Fan will not be the old monk's opponent if his strength is greatly reduced.

Seeing the cassock approaching, Jiang Fan backed away quickly. Thanks to his lightness kung fu, ordinary ancient warriors might not be faster than the cassock. The giant sword slashed down towards Zijinsi.

Fatong sneered in his heart, his purple gold thread was considered the toughest in the ancient martial arts world, and no sword could cut off his purple gold thread with a single blow, so he continued to attack Jiang Fan regardless of the flying sword.

"Click"

There were a few sounds of steel wire breaking, the flying sword slashed on the purple gold wire, cutting the purple gold wire like tofu, five purple gold wires were cut off by a sword, the cassock was like a kite with a broken string, the speed dropped sharply, and finally became It became a piece of cloth sewn with gold thread and fell to the ground.

Fatong was terrified, before he could react, Feijian suddenly turned and stabbed at Fatong's body, but Fatong couldn't react in time, Feijian pierced through Fatong's chest, bringing up a column of blood, and the blood spurted wildly.

With a movement of Jiang Fan's fingers, the water elements around Fatong were formed into a big ice cube, which froze Fatong. The transparent ice layer was filled with blood dissolved in the ice, which was very dazzling.

All the monks looked at this scene in shock. Faxuan and the Four King Kongs were dealing with inventions. With their cultivation at the peak of the Xuan level and without the specialties of the Four King Kongs, they basically couldn't help much. They just didn't know where to sneak attack Faming suddenly saw that the enshrined fatong was frozen by Jiang Fan, and he was both happy and surprised.

It's unbelievable that a prefecture-level [-]st floor can win against a prefecture-level [-]nd floor with just a few moves, isn't it?

But Faxuan also saw that it was Jiang Fan's sword that was powerful, not Jiang Fan. As an elder of Nanguo Temple, how could he not know how tough Fatong's purple gold threads were, but he was chopped open by the flying sword like tofu.

Not only that, this flying sword can turn suddenly, and the energy controlled through the air is no less than Jiang Fan's own strength. Such a weapon has never been heard of in the ancient martial arts world.

Invention and Fa Wu complained, originally the combined strength of the Four King Kong and Qian Tingyi's strength were both at the peak of the prefecture level, the two of them have not yet reached the peak, and they are not opponents.

Fatong was frozen, and both of them were in a state of confusion. Fawu was wrapped around the neck by Qian Tingyi's gold chain. Stunned, Qian Tingyi pulled out a dagger, stepped forward twice, and cut off an arm with one knife, Fa Wu completely lost the ability to resist.

"Bang bang bang bang."

The avatar Fa Ming's defenses were wide open, and the four great Vajras swarmed up. The Vajra stick hit the head, chest, back, and genitals, and Fa Ming spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fa Xuan in the distance finally seized the opportunity, and stabbed Fa Ming's exposed chest with his Zen staff.

Fa Xuanxiu had reached the peak of the Xuan level, and his speed was far inferior to Fa Ming's. The Zen rod was pierced in the air, and Fa Ming ran to the rear.

"call out"

A ray of light came, and the flying sword pierced into Faming's vest with a "poof", Faming didn't stop, and ran towards the back hall, the flying sword returned to Jiang Fan's palm, circling continuously.

"Young man, why don't you give Faming another blow like you did with Fatong's old bald donkey just now?"

Seeing Faming escape, Faxuan was very annoyed, and asked Jiang Fan in puzzlement, this must have alarmed the abbot Fashan, Fashan was on the third floor, and his cultivation was much higher than Fatong, Faxuan really didn't want to One more prefecture level is more dangerous, even if it is an injured prefecture level.

Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "This kind of waste, let him go in." In fact, Jiang Fan's cultivation base is insufficient, and the number of times he can control the flying sword is limited. Although the flying sword is extremely sharp, with his current Yang energy and health value, Can only split three swords.

After two sword strikes, Jiang Fan felt almost paralyzed from exhaustion.

"Young hero is merciful." Fa Xuan bowed, complaining to Jiang Fan in his heart, isn't this a joke about their lives.

The other monks of Nanguo Temple held sticks in their hands and dared not go forward. Jiang Fan ordered the two monks to carry out the ice sculpture of Fatong and Fawu, and sat on the spot to adjust their breath. Sitting cross-legged behind Jiang Fan, his eyelids looked at the two side doors from time to time. Although he knew that Fashan would definitely come, he was afraid that Fashan's body would appear at the door.

It's like a death row prisoner facing execution.

"Anyone who dares to act presumptuously in our Nanguo Temple will seek death."

A majestic voice came out from far away, shaking the entire hall, with a powerful ancient martial aura, those young monks with low cultivation level spit out blood one after another.

Faxuan, the faces of the four King Kongs changed at the same time, and there was a strong urge to get up and escape outside. This kind of force was not something they could resist.

"See the abbot."

Except for the monk who was poisoned by the poisonous poison, other monks paid homage to the direction of the hall. An old monk wearing a golden cassock came out from the inner hall. It was Fa Shan, the abbot of Nanguo Temple, followed by Fa Ming.

Fa Ming was still a little staggering, but the bleeding in his chest had stopped, and the parts concentrated by the Four King Kong had regained a little vitality. It was obvious that Fa Shan had channeled his internal strength.

"Who dares to behave wildly in Nanguo Temple? Do you think that I, Fashan, an old man over a hundred years old, is easy to bully?" Fashan looked around with sharp eyes, and all the monks who saw him lowered their heads. The heart almost jumped out.

"Go out with me if you have the ability to fight one-on-one. Let me see if you are more than 100 years old and live in the stomach of a dog." Jiang Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't take a good look at it.

(End of this chapter)