Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

In Zhaohui City, there are hundreds of temples of various sizes.

　　 But only one can be called Chaohui Temple.

　　 It is located in the center of the fourth city district, built on the mountain, and is called the first temple of Fengyu, almost the first-class central temple.

　　Every ten days, ordinary people outside the Chaohui Temple are open once.

　　 At that time, when the civilians in the third city area enter the fourth city area, they will not be charged any entry fee as long as they present the believer registration card.

A large number of believers chose to kneel directly from the foot of the mountain, climb the mountain top, and came under the statue of the lord of the sword in the center of the square. They worshiped and prayed for peace, and participated in the sacrificial ceremony hosted by the head of the Chaohui Temple. Holy water baptism, treatment of disease, blessing status.

　　 Today, happens to be the temple open day.

　　 Even if it is already in the afternoon, the worshipers who kneel down and climb the mountain are still endless.

　　 The central square of the shrine is crowded, and all are kneeling down under the idol.

　　In addition to participating in the worship ceremony, civilians are allowed to tour around the temple. Except for a few core areas that cannot be entered without approval, most areas can be visited freely, fighting is prohibited, and free light meals are provided.

　　 The area on the right side of the temple is relatively steep.

　　The rocky ruggedness stands abruptly.

　　 Winter season, but still pine and cypress.

　　The place with the best view of Chaohui Temple Mountain is also here.

　　 Therefore, there are many tourists.

　　 A series of winding stone steps, with guardrails, like a jade dragon crawling in the mountains, dotted between the green and green waves, making the whole mountain full of aura and rhythm.

　　 In the afternoon sunlight, a rudimentary old man, wearing a black robe representing the punishment of the priest, carrying two wooden barrels with iron hoops than her body, climbed along the stone steps little by little.

　　 The wooden barrel is covered with a lid. I don’t know what is inside.

　　 But a pungent smell of odor, from time to time floating out of the iron bone barrel, so that the tourists passing by the old man could not help hiding his nose and mouth, his eyes showing disgusting disgust.

　　 "Well, it smells bad."

　　 "Smelly pick dung, get away."

　　 "Old and immortal, without long eyes."

　　 Someone was so angry that he couldn't help cursing at the old man.

　　 The old man showed an apologetic look, his expression was calm, and he retreated slightly to the edge of the cliff.

Her hair is gray, and there are wrinkles on her face that record the vicissitudes of the years. There are thin and dense sweat beads on her forehead. There are also large sweat stains on the shoulders of the black robe. The wrists and ankles are only clasped. The barbed bangle with a barbed priest's clasp worn only by the priests who had committed serious sins showed blood stains.

　　 "Old and immortal, deserve to clean the toilet every day and pour feces."

　　 "So old, because she used to be the archbishop, but she violated the gods, why not die."

　　Crowds in the past saw the old man cursing viciously.

　　 Many loyal believers have recognized this old man, who was once highly respected Archbishop of Mochizuki.

　　 But that was once.

　　 Now she is a sinner in the temple.

　　 is a sinner personally admonished by the sword lord.

　　 The old man's face was still indifferent, with no slight anger or shame.

　　 The pair of eyes seem to penetrate the world's affection, seemingly turbid, but in reality there is a ray of clear eyes looming.

　　 She looked at the cursed pedestrians, and looked at the unabashed faces, as if looking at a group of lost lambs, full of pity.

　　 Chaohui Temple has always had such a tradition.

　　 Those priests who have committed mistakes will engage in heavy physical activities and sharpen their bodies.

　　 also accepts the scolding of the believers in the temple and sharpens the spirit.

　　 Only then can atonement be made.

　　 The old man rested for a while, and was about to pick up the dung bucket and climb again.

　　 At this time-

　　 "I said that I can't find your old thing for a long time. I was hiding here and lazy."

　　 A sharp voice sounded.

　　On the steps above, slowly walked down a group of people.

Headed by a young priestess wearing a robe with a peachy face and pale skin, a black mole above the corner of the right side of the mouth, and a charming wind and dust between the eyebrows and the eyebrows, but with the holy and pure body. The robe of the gods did not match.

　　 behind the priestess, followed by five or six young men dressed in luxurious clothes.

　　At first glance, you will know whether it is rich or expensive.

A man headed, twenty-five to six years old, is slender, dressed in white, wearing a jade belt around his waist, walking on a cloud, his eyebrows are graceful, his nose is tall, his slender eyes are squinting, It gives people a sense of thrill that thousands of poison schemes contain, and it is not a good object to get along with.

　　 Seeing the priests and men, in the eyes of Archbishop Mochizuki, a flash of fine awn flashed in a flash.

　　 She frowned slightly, did not open, picked up the dung bucket, and was about to climb.

　　 "It's slow."

　　 There was a sneer on the face of the priestess, and she was amazed.

　　 A touch of divine power poured out.

　　 buzzing.

　　 The forbidden **** bracelet fastened between the wrist and ankle of Archbishop Mochizuki was urged and barbed and vibrated.

　　Yinhong's blood flowed from the broken wound.

A bit of pain flashed in the eyes of Archbishop Mochizuki, staggering.

　　She had to put down the dung bucket, and crystal beads of sweat burst out of her forehead.

　　The priestess smiled coldly and said, "How about the taste of the banned **** bracelet?"

Archbishop Mochizuki said nothing.

　　The priestess said again: "I was appointed by His Royal Highness to take charge of the sinners of Houshan, Mochizuki, you are lazy and idle, but under the crown of the Lord of the Sword, do you feel resentful?"

　　 "Never."

　　 Archbishop Mochizuki said: "It's just that I was soft-hearted for a while and failed to eradicate the sinister obstacles of flower self-pity for you. I really regret it."

The priestess's self-pity changed, and immediately sneered again: "Really? Unfortunately, you have no chance, now the temple, you have lost any right to speak... Ha ha, you see, Chen Gongzi can appear again My side is here, and you, what can you do?"

　　The man with a hooked nose next to him smiled and reached for his hand on the princess's self-pity buttocks, and looked at Mochizuki provocatively.

"Unexpectedly, old pig dog, you blocked me from falling in love with self-pity that day, sue the big city, deprived me of my believer status, and caused me to be expelled from my family and delisted by the teacher. It almost made me unable to turn over, but now the palm of my hand Teaching adults, but pardoning all this, now everyone knows that you old pig dog framed me, ha ha ha, the old thing that drove me away, now begging me to re-enter Chen's house, and my name was removed. [Foyun Sword], the whole family is dead, he was cut his tongue, stabbed deaf ears and broken his limbs... Old pig dog, have you ever thought that you will have today?"

Archbishop Mochizuki sighed.

　　 "Sin obstacles."

　　 There was a pity in her eyes: "I have no regrets after making a big mistake, and I have been turned into an accomplice, but it is pitiful, pitiful!"

　　 "Oh, sin barrier? Accomplice? Poor? Let you repay a little interest first."

　　The young man sneered and raised his whip.

Pappa.

Three whips.

Three bloodstains were drawn on the old man's face.

The young man with an aquiline nose quipped: "When you put on the forbidden **** bracelet, you can't even show a little divine power. Ha ha, even if I kill you here alive, no one will ask me, you believe. Do not believe?"

Archbishop Mochizuki shook his head and said firmly: "Good and evil will be reported in the end."

"Not anymore."

　　 The priestess shook her head with pity: "There will be no more ridiculous things such as ‘evil, evil, good, good’.”

　　 She seemed to remember something, with a trace of daze on her face, and it instantly turned into a gloomy sneer.

"Good and evil in this world are not important anymore. I know that you still think of your apprentices and descendants to come to avenge you. Ha ha, the **** of mercy is the sinner in the temple. She can’t escape now, so she doesn’t dare to show up. As for Ye Weiyang, don’t say if she can walk out of this temple trial, even if she comes out, she won’t live long... Mochizuki, the power of your system will soon be uprooted, and will disappear. You will no longer exist. You Just die this heart."

　　The priestess sneered.

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