Chapter 599: Chapter 187: Breaking into the Lair of the Evil God! The Unlucky Ones from the Great Yan Dynasty! (10,000-word mega Chapter, please subscribe)_3
"Qiulong Temple, Fan Wu." Fan Wu stated his name simply.
Qiulong Temple?
Fan Wu?
The unfamiliar names plunged Abbot Hui Gen into a realm of ignorance. Having stayed at Longhe Temple for such a long time, he had never heard of Qiulong Temple, nor Fan Wu.
But from what he heard, could the man before him be considered a Taoist?
"Amitabha, so you are a Taoist Priest," Abbot Hui Gen said. "Does the priest’s visit aim to uphold justice and eliminate evil for the greater good?"
"Not really," Fan Wu replied.
"Huh?" Abbot Hui Gen was stunned; he wanted to ask Fan Wu in a loud voice—If you’re not here to uphold justice and eliminate evil, then why are you, a malefactor, meddling in these affairs?
But due to the oppressive air Fan Wu exuded, he simply couldn’t voice the question.
All he heard was Fan Wu saying, "I came simply because I caught the scent of an old friend and followed it here."
"Scent? Old friend?" Abbot Hui Gen asked. "May I know of whom the priest speaks?"
Fan Wu made an alarming statement, "The Witch Immortal!"
Abbot Hui Gen: "!!!!"
Abbot Hui Gen’s breathing became erratic in an instant, and his eyes, normally closed, now shot wide open. He gazed at Fan Wu with an incredulous look as if he couldn’t fathom the reality in front of him.
His face was all disbelief.
"Who exactly are you?!" Abbot Hui Gen demanded of Fan Wu.
"Was I not clear enough? Or do I need to repeat my name?" Fan Wu said with a smile. "I simply detected a hint of the Witch Immortal’s scent on those four monks. After having one of them lead the way here, I caught a whiff of a... particularly strong scent of the Witch Immortal."
"This scent is so potent that I’m led to suspect... if the Witch Immortal’s hideout might be here? Or perhaps, there is something strange about this place that is greatly linked to the Witch Immortal?"
The expression on Abbot Hui Gen’s face became increasingly difficult to maintain.
Fan Wu’s image in his eyes became ever more mysterious.
And ever more dangerous.
But now that he had been directly confronted, Abbot Hui Gen of Longhe Temple no longer hid his thoughts. With a resigned demeanor, he coldly looked at Fan Wu and said, "Since you already knew some things, why did you dare to come here?!"
Fan Wu replied, "If I hadn’t come, how else would I find the followers of the Witch Immortal?"
Abbot Hui Gen frowned and asked, "You scoundrel, what do you plan to do by searching for the Witch Immortal’s followers?"
Fan Wu answered with a smile, "To kill them all!"
Crack!!!
The word "all" had barely left his mouth when Fan Wu’s hand, which had gripped Hui Mu’s palm, instantly exerted force. Then, the crisp sound of a neck breaking echoed in everyone’s ears.
Hui Mu, who had been struggling in Fan Wu’s grasp, now hung limp like a dead fish.
His legs kicked out.
Then he was motionless.
Fan Wu slowly released his grip and under Abbot Hui Gen’s discomfited gaze, he continued, "So should you be the one leading me to see what it is that’s related to the Witch Immortal? Or should I go inside and find out for myself?"
"Arrogant villain!"
Abbot Hui Gen cursed in anger: "Knowing that Longhe Temple is under the protection of the Witch Immortal, yet you still dare to be violent and wicked here! The Old Monk had already secretly communicated with the Witch Immortal, who will send tens of thousands of followers to hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"
Bang!!!
With a backhand slap, Fan Wu exploded Abbot Hui Gen’s head. A monk with a Power attribute of 19 was as fragile as foam in front of Fan Wu.
The five Cultivator monks of Longhe Temple.
Had all become corpses.
...
Inside Longhe Temple.
A group of monks and Novice Monks was busily engaged, some cleaning up the bloodstains on the ground, while others hid objects that might give away their secrets.
Now and then, they glanced outside the temple gates, trying to discern the situation outside Longhe Temple.
But it was too dim outside, and with their ordinary eyesight, they couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation.
All they knew was that there seemed to be a commotion outside, indicating that the visitors bore ill-will and were not ordinary Incense Guests. Clearly, there had been a conflict with the abbot and the others.
However.
At this moment.
The noise seemed to have stopped.
The monks and Novice Monks in the temple exchanged glances, unable to contain their curiosity.
"Should it be... that the abbot and others have won?" a young Little Novice Monk said timidly, "The fighting outside seems to have ceased. Just now, I thought I heard the abbot’s voice, but it wasn’t very clear."
"Rest assured, it must be that the abbot and the others have won!" proclaimed a monk, confidently assuring, "You haven’t been in the temple long and haven’t seen the abbot and others in action. You wouldn’t know how potent they truly are."
"Just a few troublemakers. The abbot and the rest can handle them easily. Even if the attackers numbered in the dozens or hundreds, they’d be no match for our abbot and teachers!"
The Little Novice Monk’s eyes widened, "Is that... really so powerful?"
"Do you even have to ask? Once we perform better in the temple, the abbot and the others will surely teach us the ways of cultivation. One day, we too could become Cultivators."
Upon hearing this, the Little Novice Monk rubbed his hands together, "Does converting several people to Buddhism on the spot count as performing well? Brothers, I’ve already converted four people to Buddhism on the spot, that should count as good performance, right?"
