2668: C2668 Buddhist Sect Witherhill Temple

C2668 Buddhist Sect Witherhill Temple

When Miaomiao saw Hong Lian's appearance, she apologized and the Sanskrit around her vanished.

Hong Lian's restless appearance returned to normal because of this, and she only pulled Jiang Ting's clothes with a bit of fear in her heart.

"Don't worry."

Jiang Ting comforted her first, then turned his head and said, "The dharma of a mage is really profound, but I, Jiang, am blind."

"Since I am an eminent monk of Buddhism, I am proud of my Buddhist Dharma."

After a pause, Miao Kong sat on the peak of the mountain with an ordinary kind expression. "Since I want to enter the home of an emperor, I must not leave behind my homework."

Jiang Ting didn't continue, and he instead looked at the red fox with a cold gaze.

"Don't... don't kill me." The Demon Fox spoke in an instant, and its voice was filled with terror.

Miao Kong threw the red fox in front of Jiang Ting and said, "She is a monster. Everyone has the right to kill her. Since she has offended you, I think she should die as well. I have already sealed all of her demonic techniques. If you want to take revenge, feel free to do so."

Jiang Ting's expression did not change. "Hong Lian, take away her energy."

"Yes." Hong Lian stared at Miao Kong with fear in her eyes. She then took action and began to absorb the Red Fox's energy.

The fox demon started to scream, "Don't... Even if you absorb my power, it's useless to you now. Let me go! ... Ah..."

The screams were filled with desolation.

Unfortunately... the people here were unmoved.

Apart from Jiang Ting, Hong Lian didn't care about anything else.

Miao Kong... Miao Kong was the biggest factor in the growth of demons. How could his expression change?

As for Jiang Ting... let alone the fact that the fox demon wasn't a human, Even if it was a man, he wouldn't care. He had seen a lot of things in the Third Tier of the Nomological Laws.

A long time later, the fox demon turned into a dried corpse.

Jiang Ting immediately asked, "Hong Lian, how is it?"

Hong Lian looked a little disappointed. "I don't think it's as effective as an ordinary person."

Jiang Ting looked at her. The fox demon was not weak. How could it be weaker than an ordinary person?

"I don't know. I just feel that I can't absorb her power." Hong Lian lowered her head in shame, as if she had let Jiang Ting down.

"Scholar, don't be disappointed. This is normal."

After a pause, Miao Kong smiled and said, "If ghosts and demons devour each other, the source of their strength is similar, and it is almost impossible to increase their strength. If you want to increase your strength quickly, you have to rely on the energy of the Human Clan to absorb it and refine your own strength. Among them, the martial arts masters and the Buddhism of Daoism are the most effective. "

Jiang Ting's expression became calm. "I wonder where the nearest Taoist or Buddhist Buddhism is?"

Miao Kong's smile grew wider. "A hundred miles away, there is a Dry Mountain Temple. These are what I know about the distribution of the Dao Gate and Buddhist Sect in the world."

Following his words, a ripple rose and turned into a map in midair. There were quite a number of places on the map that were emitting light.

At first glance... There weren't many places that were emitting light. There were only a hundred or so places.

However, the places that could be recorded by Miao Kong were definitely not to be underestimated.

While Jiang Ting was still observing, Miao Kong whispered, "General Feng Hai has already left. This old monk's clone relied on the Qi of Da Zhou to meet you. If you encounter someone who possesses a trace of Buddhist intent, you can ask them to help you. I will sweep my bed in the Imperial Capital to wait for your arrival."

After saying that, Miao Kong smiled and turned into a ripple and disappeared.

Jiang Ting could tell that Miao Kong's body had disappeared on its own because he had used up most of his energy. Unless Miao Kong's clone was formed again in the capital, otherwise, he would not be able to see it anymore.

Hong Lian finally spoke, "Young Master, can we really defeat those Taoist and Buddhist sects?"

"With my overwhelming aura, they are just mortals." Jiang Ting smiled.

Hong Lian didn't say anything. She grabbed Jiang Ting's wrist and flew in a certain direction.

...

About 120 miles away, in the deep mountains, there was a temple that took up a few miles of land.

Wilted Mountain Temple.

This temple was located deep in the mountains. In the temple, there were about 300 monks and monks.

Along with a stream of light, Hong Lian brought Jiang Ting from the horizon.

Jiang Ting looked at the deep mountains in front of him, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly. It was indeed Buddhism that carried the Buddhist Dharma.

He could see that the Dry Mountain Temple was covered by some kind of illusory formation. If one's strength was insufficient, one would not be able to see the Dry Mountain Temple in the deep mountains... The only thing that disappointed him was that the number of people was a little small.

A dignified sect actually only had over three hundred people.

"Young Master, what should we do next?" Hong Lian grabbed Jiang Ting's hand and exerted some force.

Jiang Ting's brows remained the same. "Let me do it. I will use my Boundless Qi as the foundation. This Withered Mountain Temple is not worth mentioning."

"En." Following the reply, Hong Lian turned into a green smoke and entered between Jiang Ting's brows.

Jiang Tingze quietly landed outside the illusion formation of the Withering Mountain Temple. "If you run into me, you can count it as your lives."

After saying that, Jiang Ting lifted his foot and entered the illusion formation. Immediately after, he discovered that the illusion array had been activated. Mountains and forests appeared. If it was someone who could not see through the illusion array, they would definitely leave the Withering Mountain Temple from another direction.

However, how could a mere illusion array trap him?

With a thought, Jiang Ting lifted his foot and walked in the direction of the Dry Mountain Temple's gate. The illusion continued to change. In front of him, various canyons, cliffs, and deep abysses appeared.

Unfortunately, it could not escape his sight.

Because of this, he only walked for about thirty breaths of time before he walked out of the illusion array and appeared in front of the Dry Mountain Temple's gate. ... Because the Dry Mountain Temple appeared in front of him, the Sanskrit sounds could be heard, and he could vaguely see countless images of Buddha appearing in the depths of the Dry Mountain Temple.

The two Sami guarding the entrance looked confused. "Benefactor is?"

"The person who killed you." With these words, Jiang Ting lifted his foot and walked past the two Sami. Two beams of sword light appeared out of thin air and silently beheaded them.

Then, under Jiang Ting's control, in just an instant, his essence, energy and spirit were added to his sword light, returning to the origin.

Not only did he replenish his energy, he even slightly increased Hong Lian's strength.

Hong Lian exclaimed between her brows, "Young Master, how did you do it?"

She realized that Jiang Ting's refining speed was too fast. The essence, energy, and spirit had just entered her body, but they had already been completely refined. This was unimaginable to her.

"Maybe it's because my state of mind is high enough." Jiang Ting did not explain in detail. He continued to raise his foot.

He did not raise his foot fast. He looked slow and slow. However, in reality, every step he took was like the end of the world. It was just a single step. With just a single step, he disappeared from the mountain gate and entered the central hall of Withered Mountain Temple.

"Who are you!"2

"How did you get in!"

"Benefactor, why did you barge into my Withered Mountain Temple!"

Many bald monks looked at Jiang Ting with surprise.

Jiang Ting looked at the monks and smiled. "It seems that you have not mastered the dharma of the great masters."

As he spoke, a sword light rose and slashed at the nearest monk.

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