"Young master, there is an ancient temple in front of us, let's go and spend the night for the night?"

On the slightly remote path, Du Baimei's eyes suddenly lit up, obviously seeing a corner of the eaves in front of him, and after the words fell, he was already trotting forward.

To tell the truth, these days of eating and sleeping in the open, after Du Baimei became famous, where did he suffer like this, if it weren't for the young master next to him who didn't play cards according to common sense, he would have to complain.

Martial artists of the Six Realms also need to eat and drink, and the more high-level martial artists they are, the more energy they need, you can skip eating or drinking those ordinary meals, but you must have the support of heaven and earth treasures.

Now it's hard to see a temple, where the temple is full of monks who drink water and pharyngeal, but at least you can find a place to shelter from the wind and rain, right?

Lu Xun didn't have any objections to this, he didn't care too much about food and accommodation, but since it was getting late and there was such a place to rest, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

Crunch!

The door of the temple was knocked open by Du Baimei, and the figure of a middle-aged monk appeared, seeing him clasping his hands, he asked, "The two donors are here to make incense?" ”

It seems that the incense in this temple is not bad, but Du Baimei has the meaning of incense at the moment, and said in a rough voice: "It's getting late, we want to spend the night in your temple, I wonder if the master can make it convenient?" ”

If it was according to Du Baimei's previous temper, how could he be so polite, but with the young master staring at him behind him, how could he dare to make a mistake, so he could only be patient and polite.

"Two donors, please come with the little monk!"

And just when Du Baimei thought that he might have to talk a little, the middle-aged monk didn't hesitate at all, and directly stepped aside, and motioned for the two of them to enter the temple.

"Haha, sure enough, the monks are all good people, young master, please come in!"

Du Baimei smiled, and couldn't help but look at the middle-aged monk more and more, but he didn't notice the trace of gloom that flashed in the depths of the latter's eyes.

"Then thank you Master!"

Lu Xun bowed to the middle-aged monk Heshi, and a hint of strange light also flashed in his smiling eyes.

From the middle-aged monk's body, he sensed an unusual aura.

"Little monk, your Baining Temple is a little deserted, is there no incense on weekdays?"

While following the middle-aged monk forward, Du Baimei looked at it, and suddenly asked this sentence, which made a touch of pain appear in the middle-aged monk's eyes, but he forcibly held back.

"The donor laughed, the incense in this temple is still very strong on weekdays!"

The middle-aged monk who walked in front replied, which made the strangeness in Lu Xun's heart a little stronger, and secretly said Since the incense is strong, how can it be so deserted today?

"Then why can't a monk see it except you?"

Du Baimei didn't have so many ideas, and he asked directly what he thought of, which made the middle-aged monk pause slightly.

"I guess they're all doing evening classes, right?"

In the end, the middle-aged monk replied, which couldn't help but make Du Baimei more curious, why do you add the word "want to be"?

"Little Monk ......"

"Lao Du, can you change the problem that you have to ask everyone when you see this?"

Just when Du Baimei wanted to ask something more, Lu Xun suddenly interjected, so that he swallowed the question back into his stomach, but there was still a trace of curiosity in his heart.

Along the way, Lu Xun was also impatient with Du Baimei's question, if he hadn't threatened with the Three Insect Pill, I'm afraid his ears would have heard the cocoon.

Unexpectedly, this old guy caught a monk and asked questions here.

"The two donors will rest in this room for a while, and then the Yuanming will serve the two donors food!"

The middle-aged monk who claimed to be Yuan Ming opened the door of a room, and after the words fell, he stopped talking a little, but in the end he didn't say anything, and left the room with a heavy heart.

"Young master, do you think this little monk is a little weird?"

It wasn't until he couldn't see the round back that Du Baimei turned his head mysteriously, as if reminding.

Then he saw a smile on his young master's face.

"What even you Lao Du can see, do you think I can't see it?"

Lu Xun smiled slightly, making Du Baimei scratch his head.

Now he admires this young master's mind very much, even if his cultivation realm is not as good as his own, but his calculation and planning are several streets away from him.

"Young master, this can't be a black temple, specializing in the business of making money and killing people?"

Du Baimei walked out of the door, looked at the empty surroundings, and then turned around and whispered: "If this is the case, is it considered that the robber met the thief ancestor?" ”

You must know that Du Baimei used to do the business of robbing houses and houses, if it is really as he expected, this is a black temple, then he can justifiably return to his old profession and rob this temple.

"If you really want to make money and kill yourself, how can you really see the flaws, I think that master named Yuanming is kind-hearted and is reminding us to pay attention!"

Lu Xun undoubtedly saw things more far-reaching, although Yuan Ming didn't say anything clearly, but some of the movements and eyes were revealing a kind of information to him, so that he had this guess.

"Attention? What to pay attention to? ”

Du Baimei didn't come back for a while, and then he saw Yuan Ming's figure come out again, still holding a tray in his hand, with a few vegetarian dishes on it, and even a pot of wine.

"Little monk, your Baining Temple is a little different, and there is even wine!"

Du Baimei's eyes lit up when he saw the pot of wine, for so many days, the wine he was carrying on him had already been drunk, and the bird had faded out of his mouth, so he was naturally excited.

"In the past, there were some guests who stayed in the temple temporarily, so I prepared some sake!"

Yuan Ming explained simply, but when he put the flask on the table, he obviously paused slightly, and finally didn't say anything, and slowly retreated.

"Hey, it seems that this Baining Temple is really the right place!"

Du Baimei was a little impatient, but he still didn't lose his manners, first twisted the wine jug and poured the cup in front of Lu Xun full, and then filled it for himself, and he was about to drink it all.

"I said Lao Du, if you don't want to live, just say it, I will fulfill you!"

Lu Xun's faint voice came, causing Du Baimei's right arm that had just been raised to stop abruptly, and he could even smell the aroma of wine in the cup at the end of his nose, seducing out his gluttony.

"What does the young master mean...... This wine is poisonous? ”

Du Baimei frowned, then he was furious, slammed the wine glass on the table, and shouted: "The vicious little monk dares to harm my old Du's life!" ”

Lu Xun ignored Du Baimei's shouting, and saw that his right hand was slightly raised, his two fingers were together, and a breath fell into the wine glass.

After a while, the clear drink turned into pitch black in an instant.

"It's really poisonous, it's really Black Temple!"

Du Baimei's anger is really extraordinary, and he immediately wants to go to the Yuanming monk to theorize, and he has made up his mind to demolish this Baining Temple, so as not to keep it and harm people again.

It's just that what Du Baimei and Lu Xun didn't see was that at this moment, in a meditation room not far from here, a group of monks of all sizes had bitter faces, including the Yuanming monks.

Through the thin door wall, they could all hear the loud scolding coming from the guest room, but they didn't dare to say a word, nor did they dare to go out to defend themselves.

Because at the closed gate, there was a strange figure standing, and in front of him was an old monk who had no breath, who was the abbot of this Baining Temple.

This ferocious man killed the abbot master as soon as he came, and put their monks under house arrest here, and only sent one Yuan Ming out to receive guests.

Some clever monks have already guessed the thoughts.

It was obvious that this was not the monk of their Baining Temple, but the two guests who were staying overnight.

The wine and food that Yuan Ming was served out just now are naturally not ordinary wine dishes, and they must be poisonous.

It's just that these monks didn't expect that the two guests would find out so quickly, which made them both surprised and delighted, after all, the monks are compassionate.

"Tsk, this Lu Xun is so young, I didn't expect to be so cautious!"

Under the gaze of many monks, the figure in front of him naturally heard the voice from the guest room, and his face couldn't help but show a smile.

"I didn't want to be so troublesome, but I still have to do it myself after all!"

Since the poisoning plan was discovered by the other party, this person will no longer do those useless work, seeing that he gently kicked the body of the old monk at his feet, and then pushed the door out.

"Uncle Shi, what now?"

With a worried face, his eyes looked at another old monk, and now that the abbot is dead, the highest rank in Baining Temple is his uncle.

"The thief is too powerful, what else can I do? We can only wait and see! ”

The old monk who was called Uncle Shi was full of helplessness and a little angry, and all the monks were silent when they heard what he said.

In this world, after all, strength is still respected.

Speaking of which, the abbot also has the cultivation of the martial arts of the Five Realms, but he didn't even hold on to a single move in that person's hands, what else can they, the monks with lower strength, have to resist?

For the sake of the monks of the whole temple, it is impossible for this uncle to take risks, but they are secretly praying in their hearts, praying that the two guests can kill this wicked man for them.

"Senior brother bless, let Baining Temple survive this catastrophe!"

The old monk walked slowly up to the abbot, clasped his hands together, recited a mantra of death, and then prayed softly, perhaps this was the only thing they could do.

It's a pity that the monks on the ground didn't move at all, and the wicked people who walked out of the meditation room over there were getting closer and closer to the guest room.

Maybe it won't be long before there will be two more corpses in Baining Temple in a quiet place.

This is something that has never happened since the construction of Baining Temple, presumably after this incident, not only will the quiet place be defiled, but the incense will also be ruined in the future, right?