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Volume 1: The Head of Wudang Chapter 71: The True Holy Religion, and Him

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    Please recommend and collect~~~~~ Fang Lin and Situ Rui were sitting in a carriage. Situ Rui was a completely different person at this moment. On the carriage, he had been practicing hard. If he didn¡¯t understand anything, he immediately asked Fang Lin. He was a god himself.  A descendant of a man with extraordinary talents, coupled with the super powerful skills passed down by the Pope family, his progress at this moment is indescribable. He has quickly consolidated his mid-acquired cultivation, and he has made obvious progress every day!  Time passed little by little, and slowly, it was November, and the weather had turned a bit colder, but luckily they were all martial arts practitioners, and Fang Lin was still wearing a thin Taoist robe, which looked elegant and chic.  Along the way, Situ Rui felt more cordial to Fang Lin. Fang Lin would still beat Situ Rui from time to time, but Situ Rui felt more and more cordial to Fang Lin like an elder brother.  "Your home has arrived." Fang Lin said.  Situ Rui nodded, let Fang Lin get off the carriage first, and followed behind.  At this moment, a holy deacon came to greet him. This was the deacon of the general helm, and his status was comparable to that of the helmsmen of the sub-rudders.  The deacon saw that the sixth saint, Zhang Sanfeng, got out of the car first. Instead, the saint voluntarily followed and got out of the car. His pupils shrank. The saint had not always been very proud, so why did he respect the Taoist priest so much?  "My subordinate He Yuan welcomes the Holy Son and Sanfeng Saints." The deacon bowed and said.  Then, Fang Lin was frightened by the appearance of the Holy Cult. The majesty of the Holy Cult cannot be described with just one big word. Fang Lin had been to the Forbidden City in Beijing in his previous life, but felt that the main rudder of the Holy Cult was even bigger, but the decoration looked  It doesn't look gorgeous, but it looks elegant and not decent, which makes people admire it more easily!  In the square, there were statues of gods, large and small. Among them, the statue of the God Emperor Shiyan was particularly huge. Fang Lin looked at the God Emperor. The God Emperor looked very ordinary, but the statues were well carved. In the eyes of the God Emperor,  , has an aura of looking down on the world, and just a statue of the god brings a sense of oppression to Fang Lin. It feels like no matter which angle you look at it, you feel that the eyes of the God Emperor are looking at him.  Fang Lin was dazzled by the buildings of the Holy Religion. The magnificence here was really hard to add. Fang Lin followed the deacon and came to the central hall.  The main hall looked like the Lingxiao Palace in Heaven. It was huge. Fang Lin was a little stunned and slowly walked in. According to the deacon, the Pope wanted to see him and his son Situ Rui.  After Fang Lin walked in, he saw a pope wearing a white robe with gold trim. The pope's aura did not feel oppressive, but gave people a soft, spring-like feeling. The pope and Situ Rui were almost similar, but their temperament  The gap is really far away.  After seeing Situ Rui, Pope Situ Qi felt his eyes light up. Is this still his son?  There have been such big changes. It seems that I have learned a lot after being a beggar for a few days.  For Fang Lin, he actually felt a little grateful at this moment.  "Zhang Sanfeng, the sixth saint of our holy religion." Situ Qi said.  Fang Lin bent down slightly and said: "The Sixth Saint, Zhang Sanfeng, pays homage to His Majesty the Pope." Pope Situ Qi smiled slightly. Fang Lin felt that there was no longer a cold feeling in the hall. It was November, and it was as warm as spring.  , how strong should this strength be?  "My son, you go down and rest first. You are still young and not old enough to participate in this holy sermon." The pope said.  Situ Rui took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Father, I want to participate in this holy teaching!" He is already working hard at this moment. How can he give up the holy teaching? You must know that every holy teaching in the holy religion will have something.  A huge improvement!  The pope thought for a while and said, "Okay, Rui'er, take Zhang Sanfeng to the church." Fang Lin followed Situ Rui and left. Situ Rui was the landlord here, but he couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.  Along the way, Pang Dun was transmitting information to himself, and Fang Lin felt frightened. He just passed by a venue, and Situ Rui introduced that there were killers inside, carrying out some things that the Holy Religion could not deal with openly. Lin knew this kind of thing very well.  , the identity of the Holy Cult means that many things cannot be done on the surface.  "But Pangdun said that within a hundred meters, seven innates were actually found. A conservative estimate is that there are at least hundreds of innates in them!  There is not even one innate person in Wudang so far, but there are nearly a hundred innate people here!  And this is just the Killer Hall. Fang Lin is now the sixth saint of the Holy Religion and can know some secrets. The Holy Religion also has the Law Enforcement Hall, which is law enforcement on the surface, and there are seven other halls, composed of seven innate late-stage peaks.  The hall masters are in charge. In this way, the seven hall masters are in the late innate stage, and according to what Huang Haisheng said, the Dharma Protector is all king-level, which means innate perfection!  Coupled with the innate team of about 800 from the seven halls, with this strength, it is no wonder that they dominate the world!  Fang Lin felt more and more how powerful the Holy Religion was, and how powerful the ordinary army was., he has seen the Light Army, which is much stronger than the ordinary army. Is this the true strength of the Holy Religion?  As for the so-called Holy Church, it is at the innermost part of the Holy Cult, and there are many institutions along the way. If it were not for Situ Rui, Fang Lin would never be able to enter. And according to Situ Rui, for every mile of distance, there are probably  One hundred guards, the church is very important, so the guards here are particularly strict.  Fang Lin walked all the way and finally saw a door. The door was very simple, made of wood, somewhat corroded, and moth-eaten. It was like an antique, full of the atmosphere of time.  Fang Lin knew that the older something was, the more it should not be underestimated.  Situ Rui pushed the wooden door open, and everything inside suddenly came into view. The room was not big, and it was filled with statues of gods. Each statue was the size of an ordinary person. At this moment, there were four people there, two women and two men.  At this moment, they all looked at Fang Lin.  Fang Lin only felt a little uncomfortable. These four people should be the four saints who joined the Holy Religion before him. In addition to the Holy Son next to him, the six saints of the Holy Religion, in this ancient  Gathered together in the small room!  At this moment, in the Holy Temple.  Three figures in black robes slowly appeared, as if they appeared out of thin air. The Pope was not surprised at all and said lightly: "Why are you here?" A man in black robes spoke, his voice seemed a little hoarse, and he was wearing a  The black robe highlighted his tall and thin appearance, and he said: "That Zhang Sanfeng has no in-depth understanding and no sense of belonging to the Holy Religion. Although everything about this saint is good, he was chosen too casually." "But,  At least he helped Ruier." The pope said calmly.  Another man in black robe said: "Loyalty is the most important thing. After all, he is a saint and will be qualified to inherit our position in the future. Moreover, this holy training is too early." The voice of the man in black robe seemed full of confidence.  Even in a black robe, he looks strong and sturdy.  "This hash is also helpless. You should know the current situation." The pope said.  The two men in black robes stopped talking.  "Besides, don't you think that this Zhang Sanfeng is very similar to him?" The Pope stared at the three of them and said, "Just because of him, Zhang Sanfeng is trustworthy enough." The three of them stopped talking. Indeed, they are very similar, really very similar.  .  Ding¡ª¡ª, a drop of water fell on the ground, it was the tears of the man in black robe who did not say anything. Judging from the body shape, the front was convex and the back was curved, she was a woman.  The rest of the people sighed, and the hall fell silent again, except for the Pope who looked thoughtful.
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