Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

Chapter 268

Although the Hanging Temple is ancient and magnificent, it is not very big from the outside.

Each demon tribe followed a different guide monk into this thousand-year-old temple, and suddenly felt the sound of Zen. Although the temple is large, there are no pilgrims, which makes it more peaceful.

In fact, the Hanging Temple is hidden all year round. Except for the arrival of the divine jade from the sky in a decade, the temple gate is closed all year round.

The guide monk of the water tribe, also wearing a hundred-piece clothes, is not very old. He just quietly leads the way in front of him all the way, never saying a word.

"So many different tribes live in the temple, won't there be conflicts?"

Li Mo couldn't help but be curious.

"I think it should be... yes, right?"

Murong Xiao looked at the distance.

"Hmm?"

"Brother Li, look for yourself."

He looked in the direction of Murong Xiao's finger.

In front of the main hall of the temple, a group of birds and a group of water tribes were confronting each other. Both sides were aggressive and the monsters were numerous.

"Our peerless dragon is so powerful that he can pull up mountains and conquer the world. A mere Qingluan goddess, as long as she falls into his hands, hehe!"

"Vulgar and ignorant, when did the birds win by brute force? Our goddess is as beautiful as a reflection of a stunning beauty, and Wu Mo can't even touch a hair of her. Do you know what hair is? Do you know what you mean?"

"You attack with your monster body, you attack with your monster body, right!"

"If you have the guts, do it. If you hit me, I'll lie down."

"Hetui!"

The two sides quarreled fiercely, but after all, the main output player of the bird tribe was a parrot tribe player, who was very powerful with eight fires per second.

What's more terrifying is that he was ready to lie down at any time while provoking, who could beat him in bickering.

The water tribe couldn't stand it anymore and chose to temporarily replace a water arrow frog player.

Spit back.

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

"......"

Little Li Tianjiao covered his face and quickly pulled Murong Xiao to catch up with the team, fearing that he would be seen by the two gangs of monsters.

Entering the side hall, there was a different world inside, a water marsh surrounded by mountains and rivers.

For a moment, it was unclear whether they were still in the Hanging Temple, or they had passed through the door of the side hall and arrived at another place in the nine heavens and ten earths.

Li Mo had never seen such a method in Hengyun Sword City, which shows the strength of the Hanging Temple.

Hmm....

No wonder the monsters in Southern Xinjiang did not dare to take action when they arrived at the temple.

When they arrived at the wing room next to the water marsh, Wu Qing, Murong Feng and his wife, as well as a familiar old monk, were there, and the monk who led the way just now walked up to pay his respects as a disciple.

"Son, you are here."

"Come and pay homage to Master Hengyuan."

Murong Xiao was stunned.

Li Mo glanced at him and said:

"Master, how are you?"

"Amitabha."

The kind-looking old monk Hengyuan smiled and greeted.

After saying hello, Li Mo said nothing. He had just seen the recent experience of old monk Hengyuan from the eyes of the God of Destiny.

[After a long investigation along the way, he wanted to overcome all difficulties and accept Murong Xiao as his disciple. ]

Sure enough, Wu Qing opened his mouth and hoped that his son would stay in the Hanging Temple for the time being.

"But I am already a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect." Murong Xiao scratched his bald head and looked at Li Mo.

"As long as the elders agree, you can enter other sects."

"Well..."

Murong Xiao struggled.

Li Mo thought for a while and said, "After all, the Hanging Temple is in southern Xinjiang, and you can often see your parents."

The Hanging Temple is a well-known Zen sect, and to be fair, Brother Murong is more suitable for Buddhist martial arts in terms of his character.

Besides, the half-demon body also needs to be reconciled by Buddhism.

Although he may not be able to invest in Brother Murong in the future, he also hopes that his friend can have a better future.

Murong Xiao was entangled for a while, after all, he had never thought of joining Buddhism.

But after careful consideration, he learned that the Hanging Temple allowed him to return to secular life, so he agreed.

"Let's go."

Wu Qing seemed to be relieved.

The couple wanted to take Murong Xiao and follow Hengyuan to the main hall of the Hanging Temple.

It just so happened that Li Mo also wanted to make some records with the Destiny Eye before competing for the Heavenly Jade.

So everyone walked out of the side hall cave where the water tribe lived.

From time to time, monks saluted Hengyuan, and there were also demons with awe on their faces.

As he walked, he took out a small notebook to record.

[Name: Biao Lie]

[Age: 47]

[Root bone: a trace of Qiongqi bloodline. ]

[Realm: Late seventh grade (late stage of Guanshen realm). 】

[Destiny: Blue]

[Evaluation: Qiongqi tribe, blood is still thin]

[Recent encounter: When entering the Ten Thousand Monsters Tower of the Hanging Temple, I failed to withstand the test of the ancestor's true spirit. 】

.....

[Name: Yu Miao]

......

[Name: Qiu Yu]

....

I encountered many monsters along the way, some of whom were born with strong blood

Li Mo wrote as he walked, marking the ones worth investing in.

"I have only mastered one of the seventy-two transformations. If I can get a drop of blood from these tribes, wouldn't I be able to transform a lot more?"

If he could transform into a blue phoenix, he could go to the cave of the bird tribe now.

I regret not having enough transformations when I need them...

Envious.

As they walked, Wu Qing in front of them suddenly stopped.

"Husband, we are here again."

"It's been a few decades."

The couple sighed.

Li Mo looked around and saw an ancient green tree with lush branches and leaves, as lush as a canopy, and on its extended branches, there were many various brocade bags tied, swaying in the wind.

There were also many monsters trying to hang the brocade bags on it.

"This marriage tree is still the same."

Wu Qing met Murong Feng not long after she prayed in front of the marriage tree.

"Xiao Mo, why don't you try it? It's very effective."

Murong Feng turned around and took out a brocade bag:

"When my wife and I came to fulfill our vows, the brocade bag that my wife hung that year fell down. I'll give it to you."

Taking the brocade bag, Li Mo shook his head and said:

"I don't believe in these things."

.....

Midnight.

No demons around.

A figure took advantage of the night and slipped out of the side hall where the water tribe lived. When he arrived in front of the marriage tree, he found that there was no one here, and it was not as lively as during the day. He was relieved.

He jumped lightly and jumped onto the tree.

There was an extra brocade bag on the tree.

Among the many brocade bags, it was not conspicuous.

After doing all this, a certain Tian Jiao clapped his hands in satisfaction and was about to turn around and leave.

Click--

A light sound.

The brocade bag that had just been hung fell down.

"Hmm? Didn't I tie it tight just now?"

Li Mo muttered and climbed up the tree again.

After a while.

Looking at the sachet falling from the marriage tree for the third time, Li scratched the back of his head in confusion.

Even tying a knot is useless?