purgatory artist

Chapter 352 God Statue
The wind howled and the rain torrential.

Lightning flashed across the night, illuminating the muddy and slippery path on the mountain road.

A troop of horses gallops through the storm,

suddenly.

Someone shouted: "Master, there is a temple in front!"

"Go and shelter from the rain."

"Yes!"

The team speeded up and walked to the front of the temple in one go.

An elder laughed and said: "I remember here, there is only this temple in a radius of [-] miles - when you go further, you will climb over two mountains and cross the Siqing River, and you will be close to the capital."

"Take a rest here tonight." The head said.

Everyone was overjoyed.

After a long day of trekking and heavy rain, I can't wait to find a dry and comfortable place to eat and sleep immediately.

The horses were fastened, and the crowd entered the temple with torches.

I saw that although the temple was a little deserted and covered with a thick layer of dust, after all, the wind and rain were isolated from the outside, and there was a sense of tranquility.

All kinds of utensils in the temple have long been broken, only the statue enshrined in the center of the main hall is still intact.

It was a crimson statue of a deity with its eyes closed, holding a wooden staff with both hands, and the wooden staff was surrounded by fire.

Liu Ping glanced at the portrait, and asked with a smile, "Master, what kind of god is this?"

"Vulcan Zhu Rong." The headmaster replied casually.

"Oh, the statue-making method is really lifelike." Liu Ping praised.

In front of his eyes, two lines of small burning characters quickly appeared:

"Evil: The Silent Eater."

"The strength of a real evil thing is by no means comparable to that of a parasite. It can even mimic any object and make a camouflage for hunting at any time. It is extremely difficult to be detected."

Liu Ping was lost in thought.

——I have to find a way to let this monster show its feet.

But it can't be revealed that he saw it through himself.

"Knowledge is as famous" is so easy to use, if the monsters know about it and hide from themselves in the future, how can they complete the task of destroying fire?

Put another way.

If everyone around knows that he can identify monsters, then his only fate is——

Be a tool man.

Liu Ping pondered silently.

After all the disciples entered the temple, they were busy packing their luggage, lighting a fire and making meals.

The two guardian elders took a few people respectively and walked around the temple to check the surrounding situation.

——No one noticed that something was wrong with the idol.

Liu Ping was a little anxious.

If the monster suddenly launched a sneak attack, I don't know how many people will die.

At this moment, the headmaster walked to the gate of the temple alone, looking at the wind and rain outside, he suddenly called out: "Liu Ping."

"The disciple is here." Liu Ping came back and said.

"You are my direct disciple—going to the capital, whether you like it or not, represents the face of our sect. As a teacher, I have a worry, and I must tell you in advance." The head said.

"Master, tell me." Liu Ping said.

"For us martial arts practitioners, we must discuss one or two things when we meet. This is something that all sects agree to, do you know that?"

"know."

The headmaster looked at him and said: "After arriving in the capital, outstanding disciples from other sects will definitely compete with you. As a teacher, I hope you will not be discouraged."

Liu Ping said strangely: "Master, we haven't even met each other yet, how do you know that I can't beat others?"

The head said: "You have been in the field for too short a time, and you lack the experience of fighting with others."

Liu Ping was stunned.

The leader sighed: "The cultists who besieged the city last time were mostly ignorant villagers and refugees. They didn't know skills and strength. They only killed civilians because they got the power of monsters. It's not surprising that you can defeat them, but— —”

"Disciples from all sects and factions, as long as they can be sent to the capital, they are all selected from a hundred thousand with rich combat experience, and your entry time is still short, less than half a month."

"Your various fighting skills haven't been honed over time... just forget it if you can't win."

Liu Ping clasped his fists and said, "Yes, I would like to follow Master's instruction."

At this time, there was another sound of horseshoes outside the temple gate.

A long time ago an elder led someone to meet him and shouted, "Who is here!"

A voice came from the wind and rain:
"Moshan Sect, Zhao Zixiao is here!"

The head of the sect changed his expression, and said: "It turns out to be Sect Master Zhao of the Moshan Sect, please come in and take shelter from the rain."

Soon.

Another group of people entered the Zhurong Temple.

A skinny old man walked over with a big smile, clasped his fists and said, "Master Li of Bailing Temple, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The headmaster clasped his fists and said, "Since Chengzhou was slaughtered by the cult and the roads were cut off, it's been a long time since we saw each other."

Zongzhu Zhao pulled a young man from behind and said, "Haven't you seen the head of Bailingguan?"

The young man clasped his fists and said, "The chief disciple of Moshan Sect, Zhang Pinghe has met Sect Leader Li."

The headman glanced at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping also went up to meet the ceremony and reported his name.

Zongzhu Zhao looked at him, and said with a smile: "Spirit Summoning Saber technique is as difficult as the sea, and it has been difficult for anyone to comprehend every move for decades. This time, you finally found a successor?"

Difficult to practice?

Liu Ping looked at the head sect in puzzlement, only to see his cheeks twitch, and he said flatly: "The old man has been too lazy to accept apprentices, and he just came up with an idea recently-don't talk about gossip, I have been away for decades, I don't know if your skills are good or not. Didn’t make any progress, we’ve done it twice?”

"Hahaha, good!" Zhao Zongzhu readily agreed.

"slow!"

Several elders from the two factions spoke at the same time.

An Elder of the Moshan Sect clasped his hands and said: "The wind is violent and the rain is heavy. If the two masters fight here, the temple will be demolished, and everyone will have no place to shelter from the rain."

An elder of Bailing Guan clasped his fists and said, "The location is remote, and you may encounter evil spirits. If you two want to fight, why don't you wait until the capital?"

The two heads looked at each other, feeling a little helpless.

This is the truth.

"Why don't you and my direct disciple go through the trick first?" Sect Master Zhao suggested.

The headman glanced at Liu Ping, with some worry in his eyes.

Liu Ping clasped his fists and said, "Master, I have only learned the sword technique for a short time, and there are still some moves that I can't control well—"

The head of the sect nodded, and was about to refuse for him, but he continued: "Just take this opportunity to hone and hone your moves."

On the opposite side, Zhang Pinghe, the chief disciple of the Demon Mountain Sect, said with a smile: "Why not? I am seven or eight years older than you, and I will let you make the first move."

"Thank you for taking care of me!" Liu Ping clasped his fists together.

The center of the main hall quickly gave way to an open space.

All the elders and disciples put down what they were doing and gathered around to watch.

Discussing this kind of thing is like the discussion of literati, it is the practice of martial arts.

Fighting can promote people's growth and progress, and it can also promote the prestige of the sect and make a name for themselves. It has always been the usual way of communication among various sects.

Liu Ping left the stage first, cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, please."

Zhang Pinghe said: "Please."

The arena was completely silent for a moment.

Liu Ping stepped forward and punched Zhang Pinghe's door.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Pinghe was already behind Liu Ping, and his hands were like claws like hooks, grabbing towards his back.

Without looking back, Liu Ping swung his hand and slashed at the flame, colliding with Zhang Pinghe's claws.

Fire burst.

The two took a step back each, and then stepped forward, exchanging thirty moves in a row.

Liu usually used punches, and sometimes used swords in his hands, attacking directly like a storm, leaving almost no room for damage.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Liu Ping was sent flying by Zhang Pinghe.

"Junior Brother Liu is good at boxing, but he really can't hold back between moves." Zhang Pinghe stood on the spot and commented.

Zongzhu Zhao frowned and asked, "Master Li, why do you, this apprentice, insist on attacking?"

"Getting started for fifteen days." Head Li said flatly.

Zongzhu Zhao let out an "oh" and loosened his brows.

——It turned out that he had only just started, so it was reasonable that he couldn't hold back in battle.

"It seems that this sparring is to help your disciple improve." Zongzhu Zhao said.

"I hope." Sect Leader Li was noncommittal.

These words were naturally heard clearly by everyone around.

For a while, the disciples of the Moshan Sect lost interest, thinking that this observation might turn into a one-sided instruction.

in the field.

Liu Ping took a step back, pulled out his saber from his waist, and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Zhang, I'm going to use the saber."

Zhang Pinghe saw that he spoke cautiously, so he asked, "Is it the Spirit Summoning Saber technique?"

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

Zhang Pinghe became serious, took out a long sword and said, "Come on."

"Okay." Liu Ping said.

The next moment-

An astonishing killing intent erupted from Liu Ping's body, so that Zhang Pinghe, who was standing opposite him, trembled in his heart.

The knife moved.

The knife moves with people.

Liu Ping's speed was several chips faster than before, somehow he got close and slashed at Zhang Pinghe head-on.

This knife was flat, but it seemed to seal off all possibilities.

There is only this knife in the world.

Why did such a saber technique come out in the hands of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy!
I saw boundless flames appearing from the void, turbulently attached to the long knife, and condensed into a soaring unicorn beast.

Zhang Pinghe's mind went blank.

——Can’t escape.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die under this knife.

A shout sounded:

"retreat!"

Sect Master Zhao grabbed Zhang Pinghe out from under the blade immediately.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This knife is really terrifying, it is almost impossible to dodge.

What's even more frightening is that the fire element seemed to be crazy, and it manifested itself into the unicorn several meters high with all its strength, as if it wanted to kill all the people present.

"Liu Ping put away the sword!" Sect Leader Li shouted.

Sweat was all over Liu Ping's face, and he shouted in despair: "Master, I can't stop—"

Cut out.

Spirit Summoning Sword Technique, Qilin Slash!
This knife brought together Liu Ping's full strength, as well as the full power of the "first ignited" law of fire.

But seeing the flaming unicorn flying out of the knife, it went straight to the statue in the center of the temple.

The statue suddenly moved.

(End of this chapter)