C16 Tudenoji

Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe, one was dressed in black, the other in black. The two of them were both in rags, but it was difficult to hide the light on their bodies.

The Eight Trigrams Mirror on Yu Xianhe's neck, the outline of the peach wood sword on her waist and the surging power around her body allowed Fu Changqing to confirm that he was a famous expert. What was even more attracting Fu Changqing's attention was Lang Ka.

Fu Changqing was extremely shocked, he wondered why Lang Ka did not have a soul, but was different from the living corpses and other mysterious beings that he had met before.

Lang Ka also felt Fu Changqing's gaze. He lightly pushed the dazed Yu Xianhe and said in a low voice: "Someone is paying attention to us."

Yu Xianhe suddenly raised her head and looked at the top of the building that Fu Changqing was on. When their gazes met, Fu Changqing smiled, but at the moment, Yu Xianhe was not in a good mood, and did not express anything to Fu Changqing, who was intentionally showing goodwill, but only pulled Lang Ka away from the Dazhao Temple Plaza.

Lang Ka also wanted to leave, his thoughts were already behind the scenes, he did not want to stay in Hidden Guard Lhasa any longer, and even more so, he did not want to cross paths with the expert with extraordinary bearing standing on the rooftop. His intuition told him that Fu Changqing was an extremely powerful character, he could not interact more with such a character, because Fu Changqing might be able to see through his secret.

The clever Hong Yu went close to Fu Changqing's ear and whispered: Fudan, do you want to follow those two and check their background?

Fu Changqing was still immersed in his clear and blue eyes, unmoved by Hong Yu's words. He retreated behind him and no longer said anything else.

Fu Changqing did not want to send anyone to follow those two interesting people. He had a faint feeling that in the near future, he would have a close relationship with them.

"I've seen countless people, but I've had this feeling of being able to see through these two. It's quite rare. The combination of a Daoist master and a shepherd without a soul is truly strange." Fu Changqing thought.

Both Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe were surprised that they were unable to find Ghost King Yangjin and was even targeted by a powerful being. The two of them did not linger and quickly left Lhasa to continue hiding.

It was already late spring and March. The grass and birds were flying about.

Lang Ka and Yu Xianhe's speed was not fast, unlike the last time, when they were fighting British Army and necromancer, Lang Ka thought that this time, the situation was not as tense as last time. At least, from the looks of it, the sky behind the mountain was not covered in dark clouds.

On this day, Framing and Sard quietly entered Razzi County City.

Sard had occupied the old man's body and was wearing the clothes of ordinary Chinese. As they walked, they did not attract anyone's attention.

After a simple meal in Laz, the frame was already impatient: "Going now?"

Sard: "Your Highness, there is no need to rush. It is not too late to rest after eating and drinking."

The Zhongba River Temple was very close, but suddenly, he felt excited …

This king has come to the mysterious power that has been in my mind for so long!

After resting for half a day in Laz, the two of them were finally about to fight.

Along the way, the two of them tried to find their way forward. Firstly, they tried to hide their presence from others, and secondly, Sard needed to hunt the wandering souls and wild monsters to increase his strength.

After seeing Sard's power, although Sard's Necromancy Spell was simple, it was not as good as his Skills, but because of Sard's expertise, he was able to master it to its peak. At the same time, Sard's combat ability and experience were quite impressive.

Of course, Sard only escaped from Lang Ka by relying on his rich combat experience and his risky military moves.

From what he could see, Sard might not be as strong as him, but if the two of them were to fight to the death, he would most likely die by Sard's hands.

Since Sard had been to the Zhongba River Temple before, Sard was still in the lead. He followed Sard around a few dozen steps back, keeping a close eye on the surroundings for any unusual movements.

Even until the two of them reached the entrance of the Zhongba River Temple, they still did not encounter any obstructions. At the same time, Jun Mo Xie slightly relaxed his guard as he thought to himself: Could it be that Sard was lying to me?

Standing in front of the small Zhongba River Temple, he felt a sense of disappointment from the bottom of his heart.

Although Sard had previously said that the Zhongba River Temple was very small, but never would they have thought that this so-called temple was not even as big as a hidden noodle house on the way.

If you were to talk about this small noodle house, oh that's not right, it was a small temple, containing a huge amount of power, carrying frames was truly suspicious.

Sard called for Frames to come up from behind them. The two of them stood side by side in front of the newly installed door in Zhongba River Temple.

At the door, the frame finally realized Sard was not lying.

The experience of feeling the surge of power pouring into his body from all directions was magical, but it also made the frame feel comfortable.

"Is this the mysterious power you were talking about?" The frame could not hide the excitement in his heart.

Sard nodded, sensing the power as he observed the reaction of the frame loader. As expected, the frame loader was deeply attracted by the powerful force.

Afterwards, Sard lightly knocked on the Zhongba River Temple's wooden door.

A timid voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Tibetan.

"Master, please open the door. We are the believers who have come to pray."

The door opened, and a Lama wearing a large monastic robe stood at the entrance. This monastic robe was completely out of proportion to his body, and it seemed that this robe was not his own.

Seeing that the frames were written by Chinese, the Lama spoke in unstandard Chinese: "My apologies, but all my senior brothers and sisters have left. There is only one little monk in the temple, and I have not been in the buddhist faith for very long, I wonder what I can do for the two of you?"

Sard's brows twitched. He still had some memories of this Lama, a few months ago when he followed Rong He Peng to the Zhongba River Temple, he saw him supporting his senior and junior brothers in escaping from the war disaster.

Sard nodded slightly, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the Lama. He carefully checked the Lama but did not find anything wrong.

"Where did your master go?" He reached out his hand and caressed Lama's head.

Lama's face changed drastically as he quickly withdrew his head. He looked at the frame in panic, unable to make sense of the frame, but Sard explained in English, "In the hidden grounds, unless it is a great monk, normal people cannot touch other people's heads. They have a saying, what do they mean by touching the head, it is just us people, we have no right to touch their heads."

framing laughed, he disapproved and asked: "Little Master, what is your name?"

The Lama was a little scared and whispered, "The little monk's name is Tu Dengduoji, my master and brothers thought that we were in danger, so they left with the scriptures and Buddha statues in the temple, they …"

When he said till here, Lama Tu Dengduoji suddenly stopped and looked at Sard, who was in a difficult situation.

Now that the frame had been set up, when the Tibetan temples sensed that they were in danger, they would often let the high monks or ambassadors from the temple take the precious relics from the temple to search for a place of concealment. When the peaceful temples were rebuilt in the future, the excavators would take out those hidden treasures so that the treasures of the religion could see the light of day and continue to carry forward the Buddhist magic.

Left behind only the Lama, it showed that the priests of the Zhongba River Temple didn't really care about Tu Dengduoji, maybe it was because Tu Dengduoji had only been in the sect for a short time and hadn't mastered any profound buddhist arts, so they left him here to guard the door. Frame and Sard thought at the same time.

However, all the scriptures and Buddha statues in the temple had already been taken away, so even if Zhongba River Temple was turned upside down, he would most likely not be able to obtain any wealth.

For the wealth of the temple is gone, but the power is still there.

Sard spoke in his broken Chinese: "Young Master Tuden, do you know me?"

Tuden looked at Sard, who was dressed like a Tibetan old man, and shook her head. "I don't know you …"

Sard: "A few months ago, there was a fierce battle outside Zhongba River Temple. Did you know that?"

Tuden thought for a moment, then said, "Master won't let me say it, but if I don't say it, then it would be a violation of Buddhist rules …"

At this moment, if from the Zhongba River Temple was here, he would definitely say that he had struck it rich again …

"In other words, you know about that fierce battle?" Sard said.

At that time, Master and I were doing our homework in the temple. There was a commotion outside, and then a group of golden-haired and blue-eyed people broke through the temple door and chased us away. Tuden said honestly.

"Then there was a guy dressed as a shepherd who came and chased away those British Army and killed a lot of people. He chatted with Master for a long time, and I don't know what they talked about." Tuden said again.

Sard: "Who was that?"

Tun Deng scratched his head and said hesitantly: "I don't know."

Sard had a suspicious look on his face, because at that time when he was fighting Lang Ka, Lama and the other monks were hiding nearby, he spoke to Lang Ka in a loud voice, so those monks should have heard Lang Ka's name.

Looking at Tu Deng's hesitant look, Sard was suspicious. It seemed like Lama was lying.

However, Sard was not in a rush to expose them, because he also found another flaw in the Lama. Tuden said that Lang Ka, who was a stranger, had chatted with his Master for a long time, but did not hear anything.

Sard knew that Tuden of the Weak Crown must be hiding something.

"What did they talk about?" It believed that since Lang Ka had travelled a long distance to protect the Zhongba River Temple, it was naturally because of the Zhongba River Temple being special, so the content of the conversation it had with the temple Chi Ba, should be related to the unique parts of the temple.

Tu Dengduoji's face reddened, and she stuttered: "I've already said it, I didn't hear it … What did they talk about... "Don't ask me."

Sard looked at the frame with his eyes, as if he understood, and walked into the temple with Sard. The door automatically closed, and the two of them stood in front of Tu Dengduoji, not saying a word.

Tu Dengduoji's face became more and more red, his head was covered with perspiration, and his body was trembling from nervousness.

"What do you want? "This little monk really doesn't know anything, don't kill me …" Tuden's voice shook violently.

He turned out to be a weakling who was afraid of death. Sard and the frame arrived at the same conclusion at the same time.

"Tu Dengduoji, I was just saying that if you were to lie, you would be violating the Buddhist rules, aren't you breaking the rules now?" said the frame.

Tun Dun's face became even more unsightly, and Sard added another fire …

He surrounded dead spirit qi around his body, the pressure it brought was so great that the young Lama was unable to breathe.