40,000 Years of Cultivation

Could it be that there are evildoers even in places like Chijin Town with simple folk customs and pious beliefs?

This appalling speculation made many townspeople worried and could not sleep all night.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, news came from the Fist Temple-someone reported and caught an evil spiritist.

It was people who got the money, and an evil, weak, and dirty machine was seized on the spot.

At this moment, the crack in the sky had a reasonable explanation.

However, the townspeople became more panicked and angry. Everyone gritted their teeth, their fists pounded their chests, and cursed the **** evil spirits loudly. Why should the power of demons be introduced to this glorious town? Shame and disaster.

In order to calm the townsfolk's emotions, the Fist Temple decided overnight to publicly try this evil Daoist in the morning.

When the news spread, just before dawn, the people of the town, including the hunting and cultivating teams, and even other towns within a radius of one hundred and ten miles, had a large crowd of people flocking to the altar of the Boxing Temple in the center of Chijin Town.

The voices were full of voices, shoulder to shoulder, everyone stood on their toes, waiting to see the evil Daoists receive their due ruling-at this moment, the sky had just turned into a azure blue color.

The crack is still lying in the sky.

It seems to remind people of the anger of Fist God.

As day and night alternate, the sky changes color, and the color of the cracks also changes.

In the dark night, it was dazzling and pale.

At dawn, as the morning glow is shining and the sky is blood red, it turns into a pink like baby's lips.

Now, the sky is getting bluer and blue, and the cracks are getting more and more transparent. If you don't look carefully, it is like a faint smoke or a scar that has healed long ago.

——But no matter how transparent and dim, the cracks still exist, as if the scars can never be smoothed.

Gus looked at the crack in the sky and felt that there was such a scar on his heart.

His heart was about to split.

Things shouldn't be like this, Gus said in his heart.

Since he reported the crime of a classmate's possession of machinery last night, it was like being caught in a turbulent torrent, everything changed and progressed rapidly, completely beyond his control.

Gus is a thin and shy teenager, very delicate, a bit shorter than his peers. If he wrestles in the iron fist school, even a classmate who is two years younger than him can easily defeat him.

He has a cowardly and kind-hearted character. When he goes out hunting, even if he encounters a herbivore that is not dangerous and is injured and fell to the ground, it is difficult to kill him.

In the world of boxing **** where Wu is the respect and the iron fist is the king, such a physique and character are naturally ridiculed and ridiculed, and life in school and town is quite difficult.

Even so, Gus swears that he would never report his classmates because of "jealous" or "hate". He wanted to help his classmates get rid of the entanglement of monsters and return to iron fist from the heart. The way!

but why……

Gus saw that more and more people gathered in front of the Fist Temple.

The masters and apprentices of the major boxing gyms in the town, the classmates of the iron fist school, the blood-stained hunters in animal skins, the wandering fighters with their temples high and dusty, all of them staring at their fists intently. A temporary judgment stand outside the temple.

Look at him too.

Gus seemed to hear them sneer and pointed at him.

Gus was flustered, turned and lowered his head, trying to run away, but bumped his head on the black iron statue in front of the hall.

This is a majestic and majestic statue.

It depicts a burly man with muscular muscles, like a **** descending from the earth, with a giant bear on his feet, a dying giant python in his left hand, and a lion's head in his right hand.

Although it was only carved from black rock, the violent, tyrannical, and overbearing power still seeped from the depths of the rock, like a torch that never extinguished, burning for thousands of years.

This is the statue of the fist god, the master and protector of this world.

Thousands of years ago, when the **** of fist had not broken the void and turned away, he walked on the earth in the name of "boxing king", slaying demons and eliminating demons, and saving all living beings.

Gus trembled all over, looking at Fist.

The Fist God statue also looked at him expressionlessly, as if shooting two hard gazes from the black rock, piercing his soul.

Gus's soul screamed.

He believes in boxing god.

He dared to swear that no one in Chijin Town would believe in and serve Fist God so devoutly.

Although his talent is mediocre, no, his talent is extremely bad, and he has no cultivation potential at all. He has been in the Tekken school for more than ten years and has not been able to graduate smoothly. He joined the major boxing gyms, and even got his own two or three times. Children aged three to five, seven to eight years old fell to the ground, even if he couldn’t even hit the most vulnerable low-level boxing target with one punch—he didn’t have any doubts about the way of iron fist, let alone move a little bit. Dirty minds must use forbidden machinery and steam power.

But now, he is really at a loss. Is he right or wrong to report his classmates?

Three rods in the sun, the sun is getting more and more fierce, like a hot javelin, stabs the earth and people.

The crowd rioted and roared, and it was the evil Daoist who pushed out from the Temple of Fist.

"Pooh!"

"Shame!"

"No matter how weak you are, you shouldn't use machinery. Is this a person?"

"The evil spirit is outside, everyone gets it and punishes it!"

Gus heard people yelling.

Even the most amiable grandmother in normal times was full of breath, trying to spit out her saliva for several tens of meters, and spit it on the face of the evildoer.

Gus didn't dare to look at the current state of his classmate "Qin Yi" who was reported by him.

But close at hand, the strong smell of blood rushed into his nostrils like a flame, and he had to look.

"what!"

At a glance, Gus almost had a nightmare.

When Qin Yi was handed over to the Fist Temple, it was only in the middle of the night that this poor evil Daoist had been tortured to the point of dying, and he was out of form.

He was tied to an "X"-shaped execution frame with his arms and legs split. The skin was riddled with flesh and blood. He could not find half a good piece of meat on his body. Half of his face was swollen as if it was about to explode, and the other half of his face was as if he was about to explode. The wolf dog or the eagle's claws were torn severely, and his shaky teeth and pus-filled pulp were exposed. When they were in contact with the air, it hurt him.

Qin Yi had lowered his head and looked unconscious.

As if hearing Gus’s voice, Qin Yi raised his head slightly, exhausted all his strength, barely opened one eye, and the blood clogged pupils burst out with a stern light, piercing Gus’s heart, as if in the latter’s ears. In the eighteenth hell, the ghost screamed: "Why, I obviously saved you, why are you betraying me?"