Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 453 How to blame Tathagata and how to blame Qing (15)

On the second day, the Daming Sect attacked Shangdumen Temple in one fell swoop.

Xia Wanzhu, dressed in purple and holding a long sword, followed Lin Mu, frowning.

"Zhu'er, don't you feel anything when you see this familiar place again?" Lin Mu looked at Xia Wanzhu with a smile, but with those deep eyes, it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

Xia Wanzhu met his eyes without fear, and asked with a smile: "If I let you let go of all the monks in the Tumen Temple, would you agree?"

A gloomy look flashed across Lin Mu's eyes, but there was still a smile on his face, "Of course not, no one can change the decision I made."

"Then why do you have to say so much?" Xia Wanzhu looked away from him, but gradually became worried about the people in Dumen Temple. Seeing that Lin Mu was bound to win, Xia Wanzhu was extremely worried.

Especially, the one who made him never forget.

However, a fight is inevitable.

Lin Mu's men kicked open the gate of the temple, and asked the young monk guarding the gate to inform the abbot.

Along the way, most of the monks in Dumen Temple were injured, and Lin Mu's people approached the main hall.

At this time, the abbot and the others came out of the main hall, and Xia Wanzhu could easily find the person he was thinking about, Ji Fan.

In fact, the distance between the two people is not that far, but it feels like they are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. Maybe there was a small connection between them, but now, they belong to different camps, and there is already an insurmountable gap between them. He He is righteous and she is evil, and it is difficult for them to meet each other again.

And when Ji Fan's amber-like eyes fell on her with such clear light, she actually felt guilty.

"Abbot, please stay safe." Lin Mu clasped his fists at the abbot and said with a smile on his face.

"Amitabha, how can the quiet place of Buddhism be polluted by you and other demons? You should leave quickly."

Lin Mu chuckled softly, stepped forward and said, "Abbot, what you said is too high-sounding. Although I'm called a Demon Cult, I've always been upright. At least, I, Lin Mu, will take what I want openly, and I will never engage in your decent schemes."

"Decent, hum, that's all nice to say."

The muscles on the abbot's face trembled when he was angered by his words, "If you madmen don't leave, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Since the abbot can't talk properly, then I don't need to worry about anything. Originally, I wanted to accommodate my dharma protector Zhu'er and monk Jifan of your monastery. If you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Lin Mu's eyes were dark, with a dangerous aura.

"If you surrender to me today, I, Lin Mu, can keep your Dumen Temple a century-old incense. If you don't surrender to me, I have no choice but to arrest you all and bury them alive!"

Lin Mu's words were full of cruelty.

"Devil, I, Dumen Temple, will never associate with your demon sect. Even if I die here today, I don't think I will surrender to you!"

Lin Mu chuckled, "Brothers, take down these stinky monks for me!"

Everything seemed to be unstoppable, the breath of death enveloped the entire temple, Xia Wanzhu saw with his own eyes the familiar faces falling beside him, the blood stained the stone steps in front of the main hall, their eyes did not blink , staring round, as if accusing Xia Wanzhu.

"Abbot!" A heart-piercing voice sounded, and that tragic side hit Xia Wanzhu's eyes.

The old abbot was covered in blood and lay in Jifan's heart, and Jifan's eyes were filled with hatred that Xia Wanzhu had seen for the first time. She knew that after this moment, she and Jifan had completely broken up.

(End of this chapter)