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Text Chapter 120: Destruction of Jinguang Temple (Part 2)

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    Chapter 120 After Yuan Kongzi, who had bad thoughts, thought of this, he walked into the rain of beads without any pretense.  .  .  When the disciples of Zhongnan Mountain saw someone actually walking into the rain of beads that could smash even flying swords into scrap metal, they all exclaimed.  Even the monk Xinxuan who offered the rosary couldn't help but be moved. He was thinking about whether to take the rosary back. After all, the monk was compassionate and he didn't want to hurt anyone's life.  Just when he was about to take back the rosary beads, he saw Yuan Kongzi silently using his true energy, and a burst of white light filled his body. After hitting this layer of white light, the rain beads disappeared.  Because of this, Yuan Kongzi freely shuttled through the rain like a fish swimming under water.  Walking to the middle of the rain of beads, Yuan Kongzi stretched out his hand to the void again. The white light on his body followed Yuan Kongzi's hand, passed through the heavy beads, and shot towards the sky.  This white light seemed to be spiritual, and it instantly enveloped the eighteen beads of the rosary. Because of this, the rain of beads came out of thin air without any warning.  And the string of rosary beads slowly fell into Yuan Kongzi's hands because of the pull of the white light.  This scene fell into the eyes of both sides, and their moods were very different.  Nan Yuzi shouted loudly after Yuan Kongzi took the beads into his hand. Just now, when he was worried that his flying sword could not withstand the rain of beads and would be damaged, Yuan Kongzi came with such a move, which made him feel at ease.  .  The magical power displayed by Yuan Kongzi made Nan Yuzi more confident in destroying Jinguang Temple. The other Zhongnan Mountain disciples were also in awe of Yuan Kongzi, the elder of the Keqing. In the past, Yuan Kongzi only knew how to eat and drink in Zhongnan Mountain.  The dissatisfied disciples all changed their minds.  On the other hand, the faces of all the monks in Jinguang Temple were very ugly, especially the presiding monk Xinxuan. You must know that this rosary is one of the top two magic weapons in Jinguang Temple.  When the sect was founded, the founder of the sect, Master Wulong, became famous in the world of cultivation with this magic weapon. But today, this magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation is snatched from his own hands by others. How can this happen?  Can you prevent Monk Xinxuan from feeling ashamed and ashamed to face his ancestors?  The only blame is that his Xinxuan cultivation level is too low and he cannot use the full power of this rosary. Otherwise, even with Yuan Kongzi's cultivation level, if he wants to win something, he will have to pay a price.  "The moment Yuan Kongzi put away the rosary, an old monk in Jinguang Temple who was sweeping the floor in shabby monk clothes raised his head slightly and looked at the sky in front of the mountain gate.  After sighing helplessly, he started sweeping the floor again.  Alas, I, Jin Guang Temple, are destined to suffer this calamity. What should come will always come.  Without the rosary beads to hinder the flying swords, Xinxuan and other monks from Jinguang Temple could only rely on their own cultivation to resist those flying swords.  Because he spurted out a mouthful of blood essence, Monk Xinxuan's magic power was greatly damaged. Although the flying sword was also reduced due to the rain of beads, the remaining flying sword was either the flying sword itself or the flying sword.  The controllers were all the best among the Zhongnan faction, so Xinxuan and others did not feel much relaxed, but felt even more stressed.  At the same time, they were on guard against Yuan Kongzi. As the situation waxed and waned, Feijian was already approaching everyone bit by bit.  Seeing that the flying sword was about to reach his body, Monk Xinxuan made a decision immediately: "Ming Yi, Ming Jing, you two, hurry up and go to the Emei Sect. The benefactors come to rescue me from Jinguang Temple. I and others will resist here for a while!"  Although the two monks surnamed Dao knew that if they left, the remaining people would be in bad luck, but the situation they saw had to force them to go to the Emei sect to bring reinforcements.  Gritting their teeth, with tears in their eyes, Mingyi and Mingjing, under the cover of Xinxuan and others, quickly walked out of the back door of Jinguang Temple and headed straight for the gate of Mount Emei.  As soon as he saw the two green shadows fleeing, Yuan Kongzi also moved.  Yuan Kongzi basically ignored the obstruction from Xinxuan and others and chased straight towards the two green figures.  Xinxuan and others wanted to stop Yuan Kongzi's pursuit, but they were powerless. They could only hope that Mingyi and Mingjing could successfully move in for reinforcements.  But how could Ming Yi and Ming Jing escape under Yuan Kongzi¡¯s nose?  Ming Yi and Ming Jing did not know that a great master was chasing them behind them. They split into two groups, each taking a small path and running towards the gate of Mount Emei.  But Yuan Kongzi just followed Na Mingyi and knocked him unconscious in a deserted place, but did not hurt his life.  He picked up the unconscious body of Monk Mingyi and found a hidden place to put it down. He also cast a simple spiritual technique on Mingyi's body to prevent Mingyi from being raped by the people in the mountain when he was unconscious.  Wounded by wild animals.  Just when Yuan Kongzi left some incense from Jinguang Temple according to my instructions, an old voice came to his ears: "Thank you to the donor for leaving this little incense for Jinguang Temple. I can't help but be grateful here!"  After hearing the voice, Yuan Kongzi did not say anything polite to him. Instead, he replied disdainfully: "Old monk, you can just sweep the floor by yourself. You obviously have such cultivation, but you are still a minor among the monks."  Little sweeping monk, who are you lying to? It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t pass on what you have learned to the next generation. Now, do it yourself.?The sect is about to be wiped out, and you still need an outsider like me to help you keep some incense.  Damn, they have the same virtue as those hermits in the back mountains of Kunlun. Damn!  "After saying that, he spat thick phlegm on the ground. After hearing what Yuan Kongzi said, the monk who was sweeping the floor in Jinguang Temple was not surprised how Yuan Kongzi found him. He was just thinking deeply about something.  , Ignoring Yuan Kongzi's cynicism, he finally sighed again and swept the floor without saying a word. When Yuan Kongzi saw that the sweeping monk had closed his mouth, he didn't say anything more and returned to the end.  The camp in Nanshan. When Nan Yuzi saw that Yuan Kongzi had returned, he asked: "Elder, those two people?  " "Kill one and let one go!  "Yuan Kongzi didn't talk nonsense with Nan Yuzi, and answered very directly. Nan Yuzi knew Yuan Kongzi's personality, and after seeing Yuan Kongzi show his hand just now, he didn't feel dissatisfied with Yuan Kongzi's attitude in speaking. But Yuan Kongzi said  The answer made him beam with joy, and at the same time he began to urge the disciples of the Zhongnan sect to quickly secure the Jinguang Temple so that they could allocate manpower to block the Emei sect's reinforcements later, and then add more troops under the fierce attack of the Zhongnan sect.  With two more people missing from the temple, Monk Xinxuan and the remaining monks in green felt even more pressure. However, Xinxuan knew that although the Emei Sect and his own Jinguang Temple were on Mount Emei, the mountains of Mount Emei were so vast that there was a long way to go between the two places.  It takes a long time, and Ming Yi and Ming Jing don't have any magic weapons that can take people flying, so they can't count on reinforcements at this moment. Seeing that the Zhongnan faction's flying sword is only two meters away from them.  Less than a meter away, Monk Xinxuan closed his eyes helplessly, waiting for the moment when the flying sword was about to strike. At this critical moment, the ancient bell slowly rose from the Jinguang Temple with its broken shell.  It continued to rise and peel off, revealing its yellow body that looked like gold but not gold, and looked like copper but not copper. I saw that the bell was covered with scriptures, and those scriptures seemed to be alive, flowing around the ancient bell.  It was amazing. The old monk who was sweeping the floor finally understood! An unknown smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Kongzi's mouth. The sweeping monk finally put down the broom in his hand, as if he had put down his obsession.  Generally. Wisps of pure Buddha light overflowed from the old monk's body and sank into the ancient bell. This ancient bell is naturally the second top magic weapon of Jinguang Temple. Compared with the string of rosary beads, this ancient bell has nothing to lose.  The true energy required for the bell is even greater, so it has not been used by anyone for more than a hundred years. The entire Jinguang Temple cannot tell the specific origin of this ancient bell, only that it was built in the temple.  One day, the word "Fu Mo" was engraved on the top of the bell, so the bell was named "Fu Mo Bell". Because the purpose of the bell was not known before, Master Wulong, the founder of Jinguang Temple, called it "Fu Mo Bell".  This bell was used as an ordinary bell until one day Mount Emei was attacked by sky fire for unknown reasons. The fire spread rapidly. Sky fire was no more powerful than other ordinary fires. Even Master Wulong didn't have a good way to control the fire. Look.  Just as the sky fire was about to engulf the Jinguang Temple, at this moment, the demon-suppressing bell suddenly let out a long roar, sucking all the sky fire in the mountain into the bell body, saving the Jinguang Temple from the fire.  , Master Wulong finally understood that this ancient bell was an ancient treasure, but it just couldn't be used by Jinguang Temple. Since then, the ancient bell has never shown any magical power.  Although there are two rare treasures in the temple, there is only one that is actually used by the disciples. The sweeping monk does not know how to understand the ancient bell Xuantong, and he can actually control the Fu that even the founder of the sect cannot use.  Magic Bell. But just because others don¡¯t know this ancient bell, it doesn¡¯t mean that he, Yuan Kongzi, doesn¡¯t know it. When he followed Yuanshi Tianzun in his early years, he, Yuan Kongzi, was well-informed. This top-notch ancient treasure,  Yuan Kongzi can also recognize them.  After carefully observing the ancient clock, Yuan Kongzi's expression changed slightly and he looked very surprised.  You must know that this demon-suppressing bell was originally used by the leader of Tongtian in Biyou Palace to recruit his disciples. Although he did not show any prominence in the Battle of the Conferred Gods, Yuan Kongzi knew how powerful it was.  At this time, he quickly winked at Daniel and Phil, telling them to stop worrying about the lives of the Zhongnan sect disciples as soon as they saw something was wrong.  After receiving Yuan Kongzi's signal, Daniel and Phil quietly retreated to the rear of the phalanx, while also paying attention to the changes in the ancient bell.  Yuan Kongzi cursed in his heart: You damn old monk sweeping the floor, you just have to enlighten yourself, and you show off such a perverted magic weapon, you are really not a thing!  Uncle, I won¡¯t play with you anymore.
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