Temple of Madness

Chapter 425 Weird
Chapter 425 Weird

"Master Song, are you kidding me? What do you mean you made it yourself? Why does this sound so weird?"

Song Guangming touched the tip of his nose unnaturally, and smiled embarrassingly.

"Hey, forget it, anyway, this old face of mine didn't think about it, and I would have a good reputation. I just said it. I guess when you arrive at Mount Wutai, even if I don't tell you, you will find out."

Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing when he saw Song Guangming looking like he was going to die.

"Master Song, what you said makes me feel even more inexplicable?"

"Hey, actually, you can see that I am a person. Although I have the reputation of being the head of Mount Wutai for many years, and I have to pretend to be serious, I actually have my own martial arts dream in my heart." Although I have been practicing hard on Wutai Mountain for many years, I have read all the martial arts novels in your Chinese mainland, and none of them have fallen. Especially the stories about the heroes and righteousness on Wutai Mountain are even more fascinating. My heart was surging, so I did a lot of impulsive things when I was young."

As Song Guangming's story slowly unfolded, Zhang Yang finally understood that this white-haired old man was younger than himself at heart, and that what he was doing was what he wanted to do the most.

The stories of kicking a tiger, fighting gangsters with fists, and supporting justice were basically all practiced by Song Guangming one by one.

It's just that what makes Zhang Yang most curious is, how could such a person acting impulsively become the head of Mount Wutai?

After Zhang Yang thought about it, he asked the question he was thinking in his heart. Song Guangming smiled embarrassingly, and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I am the head of the sect because of my master. of."

"Huh? Draw lots?"

Suddenly Zhang Yang froze in place, looking at Song Guangming in surprise.

"I'm really sorry. In fact, our Wutai Mountain may not be as serious as you imagined. Our ancestors are more happy than each other. Each of our head elections is either a lottery or a lottery. Sometimes it’s even like throwing a bouquet casually, and whoever catches it will win.”

Zhang Yang has completely overturned his perception of Wutai Mountain. He looked at Song Guangming with black hair, and asked with a twitching corner of his mouth, "Then can you tell me how you were captured by the Yaozu?" ? You must not tell me that you rushed to the Monster Clan's base camp with your sword in hand and let them arrest you."

Song Guangming was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Zhang Yang depressedly.

"Eh... This matter is actually not as exaggerated as what you said, but it is similar to what you said, with the same purpose."

Song Guangming stammered a bit, as if he had hidden many places.

Zhang Yang knew that these places hidden by him must be very embarrassing.

In her intermittent stuttering narration, Zhang Yang finally understood a general story.

It turned out that Song Guangming was indeed an impulsive old man, even more naughty than the old urchin.

At that time, as soon as he heard that the Yaozu people started to march and invaded the Huaxia Continent, he was furious, and without telling anyone, he rushed to the middle of the Yaozu army and brought a set of Mount Wutai swordsmanship.

At that time, he aggressively beheaded the heads of countless monster warriors, but later, a mysterious person suddenly appeared.

He was wearing a black cloak, so he couldn't see his face at all. Song Guangming only saw his three pairs of huge black wings. Then Song Guangming was hit by the man and fell to the ground. The next thing was that he appeared dungeon.

Zhang Yang looked at Song Guangming with pursed lips, and asked him in a deep voice, "Master Song, how long ago did this happen to you?"

"Well... Well, I've already lost track of the time when I was locked in the dungeon, but I can be sure that it was at least ten years ago."

Zhang Yang looked at Song Guangming in shock, and continued to ask, "Then do you know where you were going at that time?"

10 years!
As far as he knew, it was only three or four years since the Yaozu invaded the land of China, how could it be 10 years!
Unless there is something else that he doesn't know.

"I don't remember very clearly. At that time, a disciple of Mount Wutai came back from a trip and said that he met people from the Yaozu in a village. They killed all the people there. When I heard that, I pulled them up angrily. He took out his sword and rushed over directly. It seems to be a place called Mudi Village."

"...Master Song, haven't you ever thought that something is wrong?"

Song Guangming looked at Zhang Yang curiously, pursed the corners of his lips, and asked him: "What's so strange about this, do you mean that the people from the Yaozu deliberately wanted to arrest me?"

Zhang Yang shook his head slightly, and said: "What I find strange is that when you went to that village, your disciple said that all the people in that village were killed, and you rushed out with your sword in hand. According to your temperament, the Wutai Mountain People should be the same, they are all passionate young people, and they should go with them, but why are you the only one going?"

Song Guangming's eyes darkened, his lips were tightly closed, and his brows were furrowed as he nodded slightly.

Zhang Yang thought for a while, and continued: "It took three or four years for the people of the Yaozu to officially invade the land of China, but you said it was 10 years ago. Moreover, you said that the person who knocked you out was a man with three pairs of black wings." I think if my guess is right, that person should be the Buddha of the Buddha Kingdom."

Hearing the word "Buddhist Kingdom", Song Guangming was startled, and immediately shook his head and said, "It can't be the Buddha in the Buddhist Kingdom. Although I don't have much contact with the people in the Buddhist Kingdom, I know that it is a holy place for cultivating Buddha. Everyone uses the light of Buddha, there is no trace of Buddha energy on that person, it is completely dark and cold."

Zhang Yang saw that Song Guangming had lost a lot of important information, so he added them one by one. He also told about the affairs between himself and the Buddha Kingdom, especially about the fake Buddha in the Buddha Kingdom. The Fallen Angels of the West.

After Song Guangming listened to Zhang Yang's narration, he froze in place.

"... How, how is this possible? Could it be that I was really deceived? Is there something wrong with my disciples in Mount Wutai?"

Zhang Yang looked at the moonlight outside, put his hand on Song Guangming's shoulder lightly, and patted it lightly.

"Master Song, what I said is just my guess. You don't have to think too much about it. I think we can only understand everything when we go to Mount Wutai."

"……it is good."

(End of this chapter)