Chapter 493 The golden cicada escapes from its shell
“Brother!”
Tang Jiao shouted anxiously, quickly came to Fu Qingzhou’s side and helped him up.
I never thought that Fu Qingzhou had no strength at all. As soon as he was lifted up, his legs went weak again and his body almost fell down.
Fortunately, Yuan Ziping also came and supported the other side of his body.
"Sir, are you okay?" he asked.
Fu Qingzhou smiled at him and then at Tang Jiao.
Yue Heng and Zhao Yuan also followed closely. Seeing Zhao Yuan, Fu Qingzhou grinned at him again: "Bai...Brother Bai, this is your thing."
He wanted to lift the scabbard and hand it over, but he couldn't even lift his hand.
Seeing this, Yue Heng quickly helped take the scabbard and held it in front of Zhao Yuan with both hands.
Zhao Yuan glanced at several people with complex eyes and took the scabbard: "Brother Fu, I have to have a good chat with you in a while."
"Of course..."
Fu Qingzhou He reluctantly nodded, and then whispered to Tang Jiao: "Let's go and have a look."
What are you going to see? Of course I went to see Huijue.
Tang Jiao and Yuan Ziping supported him and slowly walked towards Huikong and Huijue.
They passed by the unconscious people in Mingjiang Pavilion, saw Yuan Zhen lying in the bushes, and saw Li Jingzhe sitting against a tree, unable to afford serious injuries.
Li Jingzhe... stared at Zhao Yuan with wide eyes.
Seemingly noticing his gaze, Zhao Yuan turned his face and glared back.
Li Jingzhe realized something and quickly lowered his head, not daring to speak.
On this side, Fu Qingzhou and others have slowly arrived in front of Huikong, and naturally they also saw the... weird wreckage on the ground?
"He..."
Fu Qingzhou said hoarsely: "Dead?"
"No." Huikong raised his head and looked up, but did not speak. His chest vibrated slightly and made a sound: " He escaped."
"How is that possible?"
Fu Qingzhou was startled and stared at the wreckage on the ground: "Didn't he already..."
"The golden cicada escaped from its shell." Huikong lowered his head slightly, shook his head and said: "This is the most profound life-saving method in our temple. At the cost of most of his cultivation and half his life, he left behind a broken body...and his true body has already escaped. "
Hearing this, Fu Qingzhou felt a sense of distress in his chest and could hardly control his expression.
How many innocent monks died in Jinchan Temple?
How many people have had their lives ruined because of Huijue?
Even the smoker...even the old guy doesn't know how to live or die!
After paying so much, you still couldn't kill him? !
A rush of anger rushed to his heart. Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and almost vomited blood.
But fortunately after he broke through the Seventh Realm, his heart veins were already extremely powerful. As soon as this Qi arose, the two strands of true energy in his body had already resolved it... Therefore, as soon as his heart-attacking anger arose, It has faded away.
"Huh..."
He exhaled a breath: "Master Huikong, do you know where he will escape to?"
Huikong took a deep look at him: "The blood cicada has been destroyed, but the Buddha's clothes are still there. Junior Brother Huijue, it's time to look for the Buddha's clothes."
"Yes... the Buddha's clothes!"
Fu Qingzhou’s pupils shrank.
He had seen the Buddha's clothes in Huixin's memory, and the Buddha's clothes... were now worn on Li Qing!
"Yes, talking about this!" He said quickly: "Huixin accepted a disciple before, Buddha Clothes..."
Halfway through his words, he started coughing violently and couldn't speak any more. He coughed so much that his waist bent.
"Brother Fu, take a deep breath."
Yue Heng's voice rang out, and then, he stretched out his hand and stroked Fu Qingzhou's back, and a faint blue light emerged from his palm, Fu Qingzhou's chest and lungs The discomfort in my body immediately faded away.
He stood up and smiled at Yue Heng: "Brother Yue, you have some skills."
"That's all I can help you with." Yue Heng said embarrassedly: "Young man, too. Can't do anything else..."
"You can't say that."
Zhao Yuan said angrily from the side: "Brother Yue has helped Brother Fu a lot this time."
While speaking, he also intentionally or unintentionally The wound on the palm was exposed. Hearing him speak, Huikong glanced over subconsciously, and then his face was slightly startled.
"Emperor..."
He only had time to hold back one word from his chest, and Zhao Yuan immediately saluted Huikong: "Hello, master, I'm Bai Xiaochuan, a student of Palm Sword Academy."
"Oh... Donor Bai, hello. "
Huikong was so smart that he understood immediately and stopped looking at him. He just turned to Fu Qingzhou: "Donor Fu, you just said that Junior Brother Huixin has accepted a disciple?"
"Yes."
Fu Qingzhou calmed down and said slowly: "Actually, the reason why I came to Jinchan Temple this time was to talk to you about this matter, Master Huikong..."
He began to slowly tell everything he knew from Huixin's memory.
During this process, other monks began to walk out of the Jinchan Temple at the end of the boulevard.
The war is over, and it’s finally time to clean up the mess.
Some people Fu Qingzhou recognized were the monks such as Yuan Xiang and Yuan Chun who had stopped him before. After they saluted Huikong, they silently began to take care of the messy tree-lined avenue.
Soon, Fu Qingzhou saw Yuan Zhen being carried away... He saved his life and was not dead, but his chest was a mess of blood and flesh, and he was extremely injured.
The members of Mingjiang Pavilion were also carried away one by one by the monks of Jinchan Temple for treatment.
Li Jingzhe was no exception. Although he woke up, he was too injured to move, so he had to be carried away... Before being carried away, he whispered something to a monk, Then the monk saluted him and left the mountain gate, probably heading to Mingjian Pavilion to deliver a message for him.
Of course, there are not many things that need to be sorted out on the Boulevard.
The real trouble is the monks in the temple who exploded into blood mist.
When Huijue forcibly ascended the realm, he forcibly absorbed and devoured the flesh and blood of hundreds of monks, but those monks did not even leave their bodies behind, only the blood and flesh splattered on the ground. .
Not to mention the cleaning, just because they are dead now, Jin Chan Temple has to erect plaques and pagodas for different monks according to their seniority...
But it is a chaos now, even counting who has died, It all takes a lot of effort.
The first lecture hall in the temple rebelled, a large number of brothers died, and most of the once prosperous Jinchan Temple was destroyed in a few hours. Almost every monk's face was full of gloom.
But okay...
Not long after, bowls of porridge were delivered to them.
"Drink, drink well, and drink slowly."
The master chef and old monk Daoyuan in the temple, leading a group of monks, personally pushed the porridge cart and poured bowls of porridge one after another. Delivered to the monks.
"Drink enough, have a good sleep, everything will be fine."
Dao Yuan patted a young monk's head, handed over the porridge bowl, and said with a smile: "Goodbye Scared.”
The young monk was only about ten years old. His face was full of tears from the previous drastic changes, but he was still hungry after all. He took the porridge bowl and handed it over without saying anything. He started to drink gurglingly from his lips.
Daoyuan smiled happily and raised his head.
The autumn wind blew by, and the smoke, dust and blood that had been dispersed in the sky during the war were blown away. The sun penetrated the clouds and turned into golden brilliance.
……
Outside the capital, on the sky.
The sun pierces the clouds, but there are always shadows cast by flying clouds.
In the shadows, Huijue's figure was looming.
He looked extremely embarrassed at this time. His whole body, including his face, was covered with cracks, like a porcelain that could be broken at any time. The blood was looming deep in the cracks, making him look ferocious and gloomy.
He looked far away in the direction of Jin Chan Temple, lowered his eyelids, and then turned his gaze to another place.
There, a white light invisible to others flashed in his eyes.
"Buddha's clothes..."
Huijue said softly: "Brother, I haven't lost yet..."
(End of this chapter)