Wuliang Temple is a Buddhist sect in the magic world. As a member of the righteous alliance, Wuliang Temple is the most powerful, especially the leader of Xuanfan in the temple. He was the leader of the temple at a young age. He was also a member of the magic world war in the past and practiced the Buddhist arhat Dharma image, which shocked the Demon Sect.

The temple looks similar to the ordinary Shaolin Temple, but there are two stone lions about twelve feet tall in front of Wuliang Temple. The carvings are vivid and vivid. The base of the stone lion is engraved with dense scriptures, which look majestic and full of compassion.

At this time, two tall figures walked up from the bottom of the mountain. These were two teenagers, one with a pale face, with a flat head in his head, and the hair on both sides of his head was pushed away, leaving only a very short inch. The earlobe of his left ear was wearing a blue gem, and the lines on his face were a bit tough, just like a work of art. He was wearing a white tight T-shirt, jeans, and a small black bag on his waist. The teenager had a expressionless face, and occasionally a trace of red light flashed through his eyes.

The other one is long hair, with the hanging bangs covering most of the forehead, and some even hang up to the eyes. His facial features are very delicate, his skin is as white as white feathers, and his skin seems to be blowing, but his body is very thin. He is wearing a long gown and walking on the mountain road. The breeze is rolling, and his hair is a little messy, but he can't help but feel excited.

"Abao, do you think this kid Xuan Fan will lie to me?"

The boy who had been earlier paused slightly, closed his eyes and whispered, his voice was very magnetic, with a hint of excitement.

"It shouldn't be. He is the head of Wuliang Temple after all, and he will not deceive Uncle Bai."

This young man is the vampire baby Bai Han, and the one who talks to him is Bai Wuchang.

"Yes, he won't lie. Maybe I haven't found it for so many years, and I feel desperate. Now I get the news, and I really can't believe it. Everything I have prepared, glass water, five-colored divine soil, soul-returning grass..."

Bai Wuchang clenched his fists, looking extremely excited, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Uncle Bai, don't worry. Now that Huineng discovered the traces of the fox in Qingqiu Kingdom and reported the message in time. He is very reliable and there will be no mistakes."

Bai Han walked over and said comfortingly.

"Fortunately, the traces of the little fox were discovered by the arrival of Jin Lingyan. Otherwise, I don't know when to wait. Although there are many more monsters and monsters in the world after Jin Lingyan, this is also a good opportunity, a good opportunity to let the disciples of the sect go down the mountain to exercise. It is said that the place where the little fox was found was Lushan in Yonghe City. Do you think you have been there before?"

Bai Wuchang walked forward again, and Bai Han behind followed closely.

"Well, I have been there before. It was not far from my school. I think Li Mubai should have been to Lushan on the day when Jin Lingyan descended. After all, Lushan is the most dense place with Jin Lingyan, and he is a five-yuan body. Without taking advantage of this opportunity, it would be difficult to achieve great success. After all, he does not have the good luck as you, Uncle Bai."

Bai Han showed a rare smile.

"He has a good understanding and qualifications. With time, he will definitely achieve great success. In addition, he can help a lot when he goes to Qingqiu Country this time."

Bai Wuchang smiled slightly.

"Well, I know, but I found a demon monk at school. I saw that he was not from Wuliang Temple, but he looked very much like the monks of the Moluo Temple in the past. However, it has been changed to Moluomon. In order to enhance his strength, Moluomon can be admitted to the disciples regardless of gender. The demon monk seems to have a lot to do with Li Mubai, and I am a little worried that he will interfere with it."

Bai Han's face showed a little worried expression. He was talking about Mo Li. Although Mo Li showed very little strength at the beginning, it gave Bai Han a feeling of threat.

"Oh? After hearing what you said, that person's strength must be extraordinary. Your current strength is second only to the heads of major sects. It can actually threaten you. We have to ask Xuan Fan carefully and leave quickly."

Bai Wuchang speeded up his pace after he finished speaking.

When he arrived at the entrance of Wuliang Temple, Bai Han looked at the two stone lions with a little impatient look and his breathing began to become unstable. It seemed that these stone lions had a force to restrain him.

However, he endured it and tried his best to suppress the bloodthirsty instinct in his body. He wanted to break the stone lion now, but he knew that if he could not control his nature, he would definitely cause a big disaster in the future. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Li Mubai in his mind, and now he still recalled his sweet and sweet blood. When he thought of this, his heart calmed down.

Bai Wuchang originally planned to take action, but when he saw Bai Han calm down, he showed a hint of surprise.

A little novice monk was greeted by him. The little novice monk was a little surprised when he saw Bai Wuchang. He thought it was an ordinary pilgrim who accidentally broke into it, but an elderly monk inside was shocked to see Bai Wuchang and quickly welcomed Bai Wuchang in.

Then he took the two of them into the small Zen temple of the head. As soon as he entered, he didn't come out for most of the day. However, Bai Han stayed in for a while and then came out, and then wandered around the huge Wuliang Temple.

At night, I looked up at the sky and saw a bright moon hanging high above the sky.

Logically, such a round moon will not appear in this season, but in the magic world, anything can happen.

Bai Han was very energetic at night and was about to go back to the small Zen room when he suddenly heard a shouting sound from afar.

In a corner of the backyard of Wuliang Temple, Su Ming was holding a cloth bag in his hand. The inside was the talisman paper and cinnabar he had taken from Wuliang Temple this time. Unexpectedly, he was discovered when he was about to climb over the wall and go out, and now he is surrounded.

At that time, Na Sheng told him the arrangement of Wuliang Temple in detail. After he remembered it one by one, he dared to come out, but he was still discovered by these monks. Those who besieged him were all monks. Although he had practiced some basic sword skills, what great achievements could he achieve in a few months? Only with the blessing of talismans can he be able to deal with it. However, the wooden sword he supported by peach wood was quickly knocked to the ground.

"This donor, what kind of sect are you from? Why did you come to my temple to steal treasures?"

One of them looked a little old, with gray eyebrows and white and black monks dressed in white and black, and spoke slowly.

"Thief treasure? I'm just here to ask for a few yellow talismans and cinnabars. They are not treasures. Moreover, I have no sects and sects, but just a casual cultivator nearby. If the master really refuses to give alms to this treasure, there is nothing to say below."

Su Ming made the word "baby" very clear, and then threw the cloth bag on the ground, revealing some yellow talismans.

"Boy, don't be too arrogant. After all, you broke into Wuliang Temple without authorization. After hearing what you said, would you blame us?"

One of the young and energetic monks spoke with anger.

"I dare not blame me, this time I am indeed wrong."

Su Ming spoke in a low voice.

"Okay, uncle, lock him up first."

The young monk paused the long stick in his hand and spoke coldly.

"Okay, there are distinguished guests in the temple now. Now that they are making this joke, I'd better wait until they leave before dealing with it. I'll be wronged by the donor first."

The old monk nodded and spoke thoughtfully.

"That won't work, I'll have to leave tonight."

Su Ming quietly took out two yellow talismans and put them on his feet, grabbed the cloth bag on the ground, and turned around and was about to escape.

"I want to escape? Don't leave!"

The young monk was observing Su Ming. When he saw Su Ming leaving, he naturally refused to agree. The long stick in his hand danced quickly, and the shadows of the sticks all over the sky covered Su Ming. Su Ming paused and felt the huge pressure behind him. A yellow talisman shot out with his wrist and exploded in the air, turning into a light golden sword energy, which was directly slashed on the long stick. The long stick turned into two pieces, and half of the stick fell on the ground paved with stone bricks, making a crisp sound.

The young monk was stunned. He was just a monk and didn't know how to spell it, so he was stunned.

However, the old monk with white eyebrows raised his eyebrows slightly, showed a smile, jumped out, and reached out to grab Su Ming.

The old monk's movements seemed extremely slow, but it was almost a breathing time, and he was about to arrive in front of Su Ming. Su Ming's face changed and he did not hesitate to sacrifice another yellow talisman. This yellow talisman also turned into a light golden sword energy and slashed towards the old monk. He just wanted to delay their time and did not intend to hurt others. However, the old monk seemed to stay where he was not willing to move at all. He was startled Su Ming and immediately exclaimed:

"Old monk, hurry up and dodge!"

He knew very well the power of this sword energy. From the easy cut of the wooden stick, he could see the extraordinary sword energy. If the old monk was killed, he would probably die directly. When he thought of this, he forgot to escape and looked at the old monk with his throat dry.

The old monk smiled slightly, folded his hands together, and sang the Buddha's name lightly: "Amitabha!"

The Buddha's chant was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the ears of everyone. As soon as the sound fell, a golden bell appeared on the old monk's body and turned drippingly. There were scriptures flowing above the big bell. The sword energy slashed on the big bell, making a crisp and melodious sound of the bell. The sword energy collided with the big bell and emitted sparks. Soon the sword energy disappeared invisible, leaving only the stunned Su Ming.

After a while, Su Ming realized and spoke in a dejected manner:

"Well, let's go with you."

The young monk was extremely envious when he saw his uncle use his golden bell cover to display his hand. He immediately impressed the boy who could use magic and immediately ran over and grabbed Su Ming with his grasping hand.

"Why are you here?"

A familiar voice suddenly reached Su Ming's ears. Su Ming, who was originally dejected, opened his eyes with great joy.
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