Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 237 Entering the Lotus Temple

"I haven't seen you for so many years, and you're still the same."

A deep voice came from the darkness, and a figure moved and stepped out.

It was a tall, white-haired man with dark skin, a high nose bridge, and extremely wide-set eyes, with obvious characteristics of a monster.

When Yan Yan saw the appearance of the white-haired man, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes: "It's really you, didn't you already..."

"Already dead?" The white-haired man seemed to be asking back, shrugging his shoulders slightly, "Sometimes, I also wonder if it would be better if I died."

Yan'an's expression changed, and finally he sank completely, showing a moment of ferociousness: "It turns out that the traitor is you."

The white-haired man didn't speak, but just stared at Yan Ji silently.

The atmosphere in the forest became more and more tense.

Lin Zhihui frowned slightly, and looked at Yan Yan with some concern, but from the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Bi Jie beside him seemed to be looking wrong. Before he could think about it, he suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar, and a ball of golden red flames erupted all over his body The light suddenly rose, and rushed towards the white-haired man like lightning.

Bi Jie made a sudden move, all three of them were startled, and the white-haired man seemed a little surprised.Seeing the golden and red flames approaching, he showed no fear, raised his arms slightly, and the flames instantly became invisible, while Bi Jie flew upside down.

"Well, there's another little bird here." The white-haired man lowered his arms as if nothing had happened, and glanced at Bi Jie who had landed in a panic, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "If your dead ghost father, I might still have some Afraid, as for you, I'd better go back and practice for a hundred years before talking about it."

As he spoke, the white-haired man raised his hand, and dozens of black shadows behind him all stepped forward.

Bi Jie stood up, with fire in his eyes, as if he was going to charge forward, but Yan Jie stopped him with his hand.

"It's because we still have a little friendship. If you retreat now, I can let you go." The white-haired man looked up at An Jie.

"No need, let's settle the grievances between me and you today." As he said, he shook his backhand, gray light flickered rapidly in his palm, and a long sword appeared.

"I didn't expect that I would see this sword again one day." The white-haired man raised his eyebrows, and his expression became serious. He took a step back, raised his arms flat, and bumped his fists hard, immediately surrounded by black light.

"You kill those miscellaneous fishes, and then move on." Yan Yan said in a deep voice, "I've dealt with this guy, and I'll rush to join you." As she spoke, her figure flashed suddenly, and she jumped into the shadow beside her. In the middle, the white-haired man followed closely, and the two figures swayed a few times before disappearing into the darkness.

……

Dozens of men in black rushed forward and surrounded the three of them.

Before Lin Zhihui and Zhuying opened their stances, Bi Jie rushed out immediately, as if wanting to vent out the anger just now, golden and red flames ran around his body, and above his head, Bi Fangniao's phantom was shining golden, like a The little sun illuminates the forest like daytime,

Bi Jie was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Wherever the golden light went, the man in black let out a mournful wail, and turned into a cloud of smoke in a blink of an eye. Within a moment, the battlefield was cleaned up by Bi Jie alone.

Zhu Ying and Lin Zhihui maintained their fighting postures, and watched from the side dumbfounded.

"Then should we wait here for Yan Qian, or should we move on?" Zhu Ying closed her mouth after a long time, stretched out her hand to rub her chin, and looked at Lin Zhihui.

"Of course we keep going." Without waiting for Lin Zhihui to speak, Bi Jie said, raised his hand to wipe off the ashes on his face, turned around and walked forward aggressively.

Lin Zhihui and Zhuying looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time, knowing that it was useless to say anything at this time, so they could only follow quickly.

Since Yan Jie let them go first, he was naturally sure to deal with the white-haired man, but right now Bi Jie was like a mobile powder keg, so naturally he couldn't be allowed to act alone.

……

The dense trees gradually thinned out, and the view broadened.At the end of the dense forest, stands a magnificent temple.

Seeing the Liantai Temple in front of them, Lin Zhihui and the others were refreshed. They immediately quickened their pace and rushed to the edge of the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

In the square in front of the temple, nearly a hundred gray-clothed warriors were holding sticks and standing ready. When Lin Zhihui and the other three appeared, they immediately shouted in unison and marched towards them like a tide with an astonishing momentum.

"They are all cultivators." Bi Jie frowned slightly, his eyes swept over the crowd of warriors, and said in a deep voice.

Lin Zhihui didn't care about these things. At this moment, he only had Liantai Temple in his eyes. Seeing the army approaching, he mobilized his mana with all his strength, gray and white light surged, and Linglong Pagoda slowly emerged.

Zhu Ying and Bi Jie were also ready for the battle, just when the two sides were about to meet hand-to-hand.A low-pitched voice resembling Sanskrit singing suddenly sounded, and nearly a hundred warriors seemed to have been immobilized, and stood frozen in place maintaining the posture of holding their sticks high.

"What's going on?" Bi Jie asked in amazement.

Just when Lin Zhihui and the three looked at each other and guessed the reason, a gust of wind passed over their heads, and a figure had already crossed the crowd and rushed to the front hall, and the voice of Yan Ling floated in the air: "Why are you stunned? Hurry up and leave."

"Let's go." Lin Zhihui let out a low voice, and rushed into the enemy's formation one step ahead. Nearly a hundred warriors stood still, all of them like wood carvings and clay sculptures, and no one blocked their way.

The three of them rushed up the steps as if they were in a deserted place, and stood still in front of the main hall. Zhu Ying couldn't help but look back.

Bi Jie noticed his expression and looked over with raised eyebrows. Zhu Ying shook his head slightly and said nothing. Out of his natural instinct, for just a moment, he vaguely felt like someone was peeping somewhere.

……

There was silence in the hall.

On the high platform at the end, stands a mighty statue, wearing a purple robe, neither a monk nor a Taoist, with long eyebrows and narrow eyes, with a solemn expression.

Lin Zhihui stood in the center of the hall, looking up at the sculpture in front of him. He felt blood rushing through his body, and there was a roar in his ears, as if a voice was constantly shouting, urging him to rush forward and break the statue. Destroy the Liantai Temple, rush to heaven and rush to the Lingxiao Palace, and find the Jade Emperor to find out what happened. A desire to destroy everything is burning crazily in the chest.

Lin Zhihui's eyes were gradually bloodshot, the hem of his clothes was windless and automatic, and the Linglong Pagoda, emitting a gray-white light, spun rapidly above his head.

With a slight flicker in front of his eyes, the solemn face of the sculpture suddenly changed into the appearance of the Jade Emperor, and then it turned into the gray-haired Lin Yuanhai with a sad expression, and soon turned around again, changing into Yue Ruhua's eyes full of hatred.

Lin Zhihui's eyes sparkled with wishful thinking, and just as he was about to give a big shout and move the Linglong Pagoda, a chime suddenly sounded in his head.

"Chong."

Lin Zhihui's eyes widened instantly, and the face of the statue turned into himself.

During this brief pause, Qingyue's chime sounded again, like a drumbeat, getting faster and faster, constantly echoing in his mind.

The last loud sound, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, hit his heart hard.

Lin Zhihui's body shook violently, and when he looked again, he realized that he was not in front of a temple hall, but in a vast and boundless space.

(End of this chapter)