57: Abbot of Liansheng Temple!

Lu Xuan looked indifferently at the man standing before him, an Old Monk with a face full of wrinkles.

At this moment, his hands were claw-like, his withered fingers resembling slender bone spurs, and a small piece of cloth remained on his right hand.

When the Old Monk saw Lu Xuan's chest, which showed no trace of injury.

His sunken, murky old eyes widened, pupils shrinking, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"What!"

"How could you!"

"Who exactly are you!"

The Old Monk had completely doubted his perception of reality; he couldn't understand.

Why this seemingly young man could withstand his full-power attack without any injury to his body.

One must know that he was a martial artist at the Major Achievement of the Marrow Refinement Realm; he could even tear apart giant rocks several meters high.

While the Old Monk was in utter shock, Lu Xuan also looked at him with a strange gaze.

This was the first time Lu Xuan had been successfully ambushed at close range, although the opponent's attack was soft and powerless to him, the opponent had still successfully struck him at close range.

It seemed he had underestimated the world too much.

He hadn't expected that such a small Marrow Refinement Realm martial artist could evade his senses.

The long-lost caution in Lu Xuan's heart returned once more.

In an instant, the Old Monk reacted, he was not a fool, knowing that the opponent's strength must far exceed his own.

The Old Monk was about to flee backward, and at the same time, he opened his mouth, seemingly to cry out for help.

However, before the Old Monk could speak, a tall dark figure appeared behind him, like an endless dark abyss, completely devouring him!

Lu Xuan extended his right hand and heavily slapped the Old Monk's crown.

Endless Inner Energy invasively entered the Old Monk's body, destroying every inch of his flesh and blood.

For someone who directly struck with lethal intent, Lu Xuan had no intention of holding back.

Lu Xuan released his right hand, letting the corpse fall to the ground.

Immediately, Lu Xuan leaped up and stood on top of the Buddha statue's head.

Lu Xuan looked closely and found that there was a strange face pattern on the Buddha statue's head, covered with white lotus flowers.

Moreover, there was a large crack on the Buddha statue's face, as if something had forcibly covered it.

"Is this a mask?"

The Buddha statue was actually wearing a mask.

It seemed that even the Buddha statue was fake; this Liansheng Temple was indeed related to the Netherworld White Lotus Sect.

That's good!

A glint of light flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes, proving that his trip was not in vain.

A gust of strong wind swept by, and Lu Xuan's figure disappeared from the main hall of Liansheng Temple.

Lu Xuan ignored the corpse on the ground; it was already late at night, and almost no one would pass by.

Now, the only person Lu Xuan wanted to find was the Liansheng Temple Abbot.

Within the temple, Lu Xuan transformed into a shadow, moving continuously on the ground.

Until he encountered two monks on night duty ahead, two monks around thirty years old.

"Senior Brother, I think I saw someone!"

One of the monks suddenly saw a black shadow flash before his eyes, scaring him so much that he quickly spoke to the monk beside him.

The monk called Senior Brother, hearing that his junior brother had seen someone.

He carefully observed the surroundings with his eyes, and finding no one, he impatiently scolded.

"Where is there anyone?"

"I think you must be seeing things!"

"You better not bother me, or I'll be rude to you."

The night duty had already put him in a bad mood, and now his junior brother dared to tease him.

"Two Great Masters, I have some questions I'd like to ask.

"I wonder if the two Great Masters could guide me; I wish to see your Abbot!"

Suddenly!

In the silent night, a voice unexpectedly came, startling the two monks.

At the same time, two large hands rested on the necks of these two monks.

The two monks immediately broke out in cold sweat, feeling a tall and imposing figure behind them.

They were about to shout loudly, but found that they couldn't make a sound, not even breathe.

Because the large hands pressing on their necks were already squeezing them tightly.

Only when they were about to suffocate did Lu Xuan's hands gradually relax.

One of the monks, seeing Lu Xuan relax, his eyes immediately filled with murderous intent, and with extreme speed, he pulled out a short sword from his waist with one hand.

Swish!

A cold light flashed, and the monk cut through the air, heading straight for Lu Xuan's throat.

The next second, just as the short sword was about to stab Lu Xuan, the monk's movement seemed to stop, his arm frozen in mid-air.

"Seeking death!"

Lu Xuan's large hand immediately snapped the monk's neck, then casually threw him aside.

A monk who had renounced worldly life actually carried a sharp weapon and had no compassion, striking with lethal intent.

The other monk watched his junior brother fall before him, becoming a cold corpse.

The towering anger in his heart seemed to be instantly extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and he dared not make any further moves.

Thus, the remaining monk stood trembling in place.

At this moment, the words Lu Xuan had spoken earlier echoed again.

And the monk, seeing his junior brother's death, quickly nodded, indicating his willingness to lead Lu Xuan to the Abbot.

...

A relatively secluded and private building in Liansheng Temple, with many monks guarding the main gate outside.

Not long after, Lu Xuan's figure appeared here.

Lu Xuan stood quietly in the distance, observing for a while.

Then, he stirred the Inner Energy within his body, turning into an afterimage, and dashed towards the guarding monks.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, until all the guarding monks had fallen unconscious.

Lu Xuan then arrived in front of a room, where candles illuminated the interior.

"Damn it!"

"That damned thing in Dengfeng County actually revived early, and those bastards from the Blackbird Guard are coming again."

"Bastards!"

"Ruining the great cause of our Holy Sect!"

"Damn the Blackbird Guard!"

"The Incense Master has already given orders; it seems we cannot stay in this Liansheng Temple much longer; we must evacuate as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, we will sooner or later be discovered by those bastards from the Blackbird Guard."

"You few get ready; there's only one day left at most; those staying overnight as blood sacrifices must be offered to my Lord!"

Inside the room, an Old Monk wore a tattered kasaya, his face covered in wrinkles; he was precisely the Liansheng Temple Abbot.

At this moment, as the Liansheng Temple Abbot, he showed no signs of compassion, but rather a fierce and sinister appearance.

And the other monks in the room were just like the Abbot, without any of the charity of a monastic.

"Abbot, it seems less than half of those carrying the White Lotus Holy Seed have arrived."

"Are we really not waiting?"

"Hmph! Among the Blackbird Guard coming to Dengfeng County this time, there are three Huang Grade Xuan Niao Guard; do you think we can still wait?"

"Useless!"