Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"Lotus Temple..."

Chapter 149 Split up

As night falls, everything becomes silent.

Only the sound of the wind whispers in my ears, as if telling ancient secrets.

Under the cover of the inky night, a dark tide surged like a surging black wave.

Enclosed in endless gloom and mystery, it instantly rushed to an ancient relic hidden in the deep mountains and forests.

The waves hit the surrounding land, raising a cloud of dust.

The dust was like a sigh of time, floating slowly in the air, as if this secret place that had been sealed for thousands of years was humming unwillingly, protesting against the disturbance caused by the uninvited guest.

"right here?"

Ah Fu, with his flamboyant red hair that looks like burning flames, looks like a demon god slowly stepping out from the abyss of hell. He has a sturdy and strong figure, his muscles are taut, and every inch of his skin contains explosive power.

The strong and powerful aura seemed to materialize and spread out in all directions.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a light of vigilance and scrutiny in his copper-bell-like pupils, so sharp that it seemed to penetrate the dust of thousands of years.

He took in every hidden corner and every tiny crack of the ruins, and carefully yet domineeringly explored the surrounding situation.

"The Holy Lord asked you to do this. Have you figured out the situation?"

Ah Fu's voice is like a loud bell, and his dull and penetrating voice is like the roar of an ancient mythical beast.

There was a loud bang outside the silent ruins, shaking the surrounding air so that ripples appeared that were visible to the naked eye, as if invisible waves were surging.

Suddenly, the trunk of a tree nearby, which was as thick as a barrel and required several people to hug, began to crack without any warning.

A skinny and black arm, as if carved from charcoal, slowly stretched out from it. The fingers were slender and stiff, like the claws of an evil spirit reaching out from the Nine Nether Hell, and pointed out a direction for Ah Fu in a gloomy and cold manner.

Following the dry, corpse-like fingers of the shadow soldier, I saw a mark of strange color hidden on the mottled and weathered stone wall of the ruins.

The mark was like a cunning and insidious poisonous snake, lurking in the dense grass. Its color was light and almost transparent, blending in with the ancient color of the stone wall.

If it weren't for the black shadow ninja's precise and accurate instructions, even if an outsider had eyes as sharp as a falcon and a heart as careful as dust, it would be extremely difficult to detect this extremely tiny flaw. It was as if it was a maze deliberately laid by time, quietly guarding the mysterious treasure deep in the ruins.

"It seems that this place is also shrouded in the so-called righteous magic."

Ah Fu's red hair stood up like the mane of an enraged lion. He snorted coldly, and the sound was like a biting cold wind blowing through the forest.

"Is there magic in everything in this world?"

After he finished speaking, the surroundings became as quiet as if they were in a vacuum world. Only the rustling of the leaves in the breeze remained. Those shadow ninjas seemed to have turned into the original particles of darkness.

His figure was perfectly hidden, and no one responded. Only Ah Fu's doubts and resentment lingered in the heavy air for a long time.

"Where's Jackie Chan?"

Ah Fu spoke again, and his voice was like a 10,000-ton boulder rolling down a deep valley, so heavy and powerful that it was frightening. The sound waves were like materialized shock waves, spreading layer by layer and making people's eardrums hurt.

In a moment, the surface of a huge rock "cracked" without warning, and a black hand stretched out from it, with distinct finger joints.

It is like a compass needle indicating the direction of fate, pointing unswervingly to the depths of the ruins, as if there are a pair of mysterious eyes in the dark, quietly turning the gears of fate.

"He has already entered? Humph!"

Upon seeing this, Ah Fu's eyes widened with anger, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground like a burning charcoal.

The force was like a meteorite impact, stirring up dust like a mushroom cloud. The fist as big as a casserole was wrapped in a whistling wind, and it was like a cannonball, smashing into the seemingly indestructible wall.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang like the thunder of the Waking of Insects, which made people's eardrums buzz and almost deafened, but the wall seemed like a sacred mountain rooted in the earth, standing still.

The recoil force was like a surging undercurrent, surging up Ah Fu's arm, making his arm numb and his palms burning.

As if being burned by a raging fire, he quickly shook his hands off in pain, a trace of regret and unwillingness flashed across his face, like a provoked lion, angry but temporarily unable to do anything.

There was a moment of silence, and the bushes in the jungle rustled as if being stirred by an invisible force.

A black shadow floated to Ah Fu's side like a ghost in the dark night. Its figure was as illusive as smoke. It gestured quickly with the pen and paper in its hand. Its movements were simple but revealed an unquestionable command.

“Push the other side.”

The handwriting was crooked and sloppy, but it was like a divine oracle. Ah Fu frowned and said through his teeth: "Even tigers can make mistakes sometimes."

After saying that, he moved sideways and put his hands against the wall on the other side. His muscles were tense, like a giant bowstring stretched to the extreme. He exerted force suddenly, and veins bulged all over his body, like a winding little snake.

"Click——"

There was a roar as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years awakened, and the ancient stone gate slowly woke up like an awakened giant.

A narrow gap opened, and a mysterious light shone through the darkness. Ah Fu squeezed in sideways, and his figure instantly sank into the endless darkness, as if he was swallowed by a dark giant beast.

At the same time, the depths of the ruins seem like another mysterious world.

The long and narrow tunnel extends straight upward like the narrow throat of a python. The walls are damp and slippery, exuding a heavy smell of decay and history, as if one can smell the sweat of the hard work of craftsmen thousands of years ago.

Jackie Chan used his hands and feet together, with his back pressed against the rock wall. Every step he took seemed to use up all his strength. His muscles were as hard as rocks, and sweat poured down like rain, soaking his clothes. He forged ahead alone in this confined and stuffy space, like a lone brave traveler swimming upstream.

After much trouble, he reached the top and squeezed into a small circular cave, like a trapped animal in a small cage. The hard stone walls all around him made it impossible to get through, like a desperate cage.

"Yeah, great, dead end."

Although his tone was teasing, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He was not discouraged at all, and he searched left and right, not letting go of any glimmer of hope. In an instant, the faint light coming through the hole was like a spark of hope flickering in the darkness, attracting all his attention.

Jackie Chan leaned closer and saw the load-bearing columns with carved beams and painted buildings outside the hole. Each column was thick and sturdy, with intricate and exquisite patterns, like an epic masterpiece carefully engraved by time.

Every texture tells of the past glory and vicissitudes. An elegant and solemn atmosphere comes to his face, like a breeze blowing across time and space. His mind suddenly becomes clear, and he is almost certain of the identity of this place.

"temple……"

While muttering to himself, his eyes wandered, and suddenly, a familiar figure flashed into his sight like a ghost, and it was like a thunderbolt striking from the sky, shaking his whole body.

"Afu?!"

Jackie Chan exclaimed, his eyes wide open, full of astonishment and vigilance.

The Black Hand Gang has disappeared for a long time, how could they appear here out of nowhere?

Full of doubts, his nerves instantly tensed up, like a frightened bird, all the muscles in his body subconsciously tensed up, and he entered a state of preparation for battle.

Chapter 150 Hamster on the Wheel!

"Is Jackie Chan not here yet?"

Ah Fu's muttering like a mysterious spell broke the silence.

"Humph, it seems that this stupid ass has lost his way in these ruins."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward. The bricks and stones under his feet made a creaking sound. Every step seemed to step on Jackie Chan's heartstrings, causing his heartbeat to suddenly accelerate.

In the distance, Ah Fu's figure became clearer and clearer. In front of him, a strange sculpture stood out abruptly, like a prehistoric giant beast lying dormant. Its four giant arms were like pillars supporting the sky, with bulging muscles and bulging veins, as if containing infinite power.

There was a hint of weirdness mixed in with the ancient atmosphere, and Ah Fu had an inexplicable illusion - this sculpture seemed to have a soul, sleeping for a thousand years, and was quietly waking up, watching the intruder coldly.

"The bracelet from the Siwa Temple."

Ah Fu's eyes were as sharp as torches, instantly locking onto the sculpture's wrist. The two thick gold bracelets were shining brightly, as if two golden suns were hanging high in the sky, the light was so bright and dazzling that it seemed to have a real gravitational pull, captivating the heart.

Ah Fu's breathing became slightly faster, and a look of greed flashed across his eyes.

"It seems like Jackie Chan made a wasted trip."

Ah Fu grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a hunter who was sure of victory. He strode towards the arm at the side and stretched out his hand to grab it, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, his movements were swift and without hesitation.

"stop!"

A loud shout was like a bolt from the blue, exploding out of nowhere. Ah Fu's whole body was shocked, and he stood there frozen as if he had been electrocuted. He suddenly looked towards the main body of the sculpture with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

The sculpture can actually speak?!

"Uh...you mortal, don't touch things that don't belong to you!"

At first the sound was like a stuck machine, but after stumbling a few times it came back with great force. However, Ah Fu had come to his senses, his tiger eyes narrowed, suspicion arose, and he moved closer to take a closer look. Through the hidden hole, a familiar light flashed by.

"Why does the voice sound so familiar?!"

Ah Fu was instantly alert, stepped back, and swung his fist like a giant meteor hammer, bringing with it a whirring wind and smashing it at the sculpture.

"boom!"

The loud noise was like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth. The entire ruins seemed to have suffered a magnitude 10 earthquake. Bricks, stones and tiles flew everywhere like a hail of bullets. The sculptures were instantly shattered into powder, and the debris was scattered all over the ground, raising billowing smoke and dust, like a mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

"Don't worry~"

Before the dust had cleared, a figure shot out from the ruins like a cannonball, and the statue in Siwa Temple stood up. Its movements were as agile as a nimble monkey, and it passed Ah Fu and fled to the side, as if an ancient spirit had been resurrected. It was in a panic and had no choice but to raise a cloud of dust.

"The Siwa Temple can still run away!"

Jackie Chan shouted, carrying the statue's head and gold bracelet arms, like a heavy cheetah, running for his life, and the ground shook with every step he took.

Running to the intersection and standing on the top of the stairs, Jackie Chan looked determined and raised his hand to smash it hard.

"Snapped!"

The arm broke and the golden bracelet fell to the ground. The crisp sound was like a prelude to victory, echoing in the empty ruins.

Jackie Chan ripped off the statue's headgear, like a giant python shedding its skin, and threw it away. The sound of the debris breaking into pieces was endless, like the sound of firecrackers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Siwa Temple! I will keep the treasure for you!"

Jackie Chan felt guilty. He glanced at the rubble, bent over to pick up the gold bracelet, held it tightly in his palm, turned around and faced the five-meter-high staircase. Like a fearless warrior, he jumped up and swooped down like an eagle with spread wings.

"Tap Tap"

The heavy footsteps behind me sounded like the beat of a deadly drum, approaching rapidly and shockingly.

"Flight of the Angry Crows!"

Ah Fu was like an angry roc, leaping high into the sky, his figure blocking out the sky and the sun, filled with fierce murderous intent, pouncing towards Jackie Chan like a black lightning.

The air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade wherever it passed.

In front, Jackie Chan is like a nimble macaque with fast footsteps. He runs to the edge of the ruins and taps his feet lightly, like a gecko climbing a wall. He runs wildly down the vertical outer wall. The wind is whistling, making his face hurt, and his hair is dancing wildly, like a fiery flag.

"Oh, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Jackie Chan dived all the way, groaning in his heart, but his body did not stop, like a meteor falling to the ground, and in an instant he reached the bottom, lightly tapped his feet, and used the force to turn.