There is a strange temple in the desert of the Western Regions. It is said that it is strange because the appearance of a Central Plains temple outside the temple is mostly Han Chinese. However, except for shaving and wearing monks, these monks are not the same as those in the people's impression of Central Plains monks. Not only do they not recite scriptures, they often gamble and fight wine, kill animals and eat meat, and some marry and have children without any taboos. If such a temple is in the Central Plains, they will not be beaten as evil demons, and no one will offer half of the incense. However, there have been hundreds of years of war in the Western Regions, and many monks are doing things wrong. The locals are not surprised by the words and deeds of these monks. On the contrary, because the temples are powerful, there are many pilgrims who offer incense.

However, today, the temple is completely deserted from the bustle of the past, and is deserted, as if everyone has left. However, around the gates of each temple, there are several people standing there, driving away the pilgrims who come to offer, with a very ferocious expression. Seeing this, some experienced old people seemed to feel the uneasy atmosphere, grabbed the few people who wanted to break through and avoided them far away.

"Masters, what happened in the temple today? Why is it so quiet?" Seeing that the people around him never came, they were just watching the fun from afar, and the few people guarding the gate were bored. At this time, a man with yellow hair and long hair draped over his shoulders, looked like a beggar and walked up and asked. As he said that, he bowed in circles and smiled flatteringly: "Can you make a convenient way to let the villain come in and ask for some vegetarian meal!"

"Go! Go! Go! Go!" When the people saw someone coming up, they didn't ask, took off their waist knife and drove them away with a scabbard. While driving the people, they cursed, "Eat, you know how to eat, and you don't look at your appearance. A poor beggar has the right to eat at the banquet in the royal palace. Why don't you get out of here quickly!" They drove the beggar away.

When the beggar saw these people attack, he was immediately panicked and was not careful. He fell down and before he could stand up, he crawled away with his hands and feet, which made everyone laugh. As if he felt ashamed, the beggar stopped watching and covered his face and crawled out.

"The old thief Cheng Kun was assassinated by me. Not only did he not rest, but he rushed here faster. There must be hidden information. The Vajra Sect is one of the four major martial arts forces in the Western Regions, and its strength is extraordinary. If they get help from them, I am afraid that these people will even be able to go to Guangmingding. It's a pity that I was not able to assassinate Cheng Kun's old thief Cheng Kun, but he strengthened his defense. Otherwise, he could still sneak into the temple to find out the news, not like now as a blind man!" The beggar left the crowd and his back gradually stood up, but he was a pretty burly young man. His face was sad, as if he was thinking about something, and his expression was not very good.

"Oh! After Master Yang disappeared, the Ming Cult is really getting worse. I heard that Brother Yang summoned everyone to re-select the leader a few days ago. There must be disputes in this. I hope that it will not be harmed by the harmony!" The beggar thought in his heart. But at this moment, a thought emerged from his heart: "It hurts the harmony... it is dead and injured... Could it be that these people want to take the opportunity to attack the Guangmingding when the brothers fight? Or to provoke the brothers to fight and a fisherman to benefit? No, you must think of a way to find out their conspiracy!" He became even more anxious and turned to the south, wanting to rush back to Guangmingding.

This beggar was Fan Yao, the right envoy of the Ming Cult. Yang Dingtian suddenly disappeared, and the masters of the Ming Cult competed for the position of the leader of the sect. They did not interfere with each other, resulting in splitting. Fan Yao's dissuasion was invalid and determined that the leader had not passed away. So he walked alone in the world and searched for his whereabouts. After several years, he found no trace. Later, he thought that perhaps it was harmed by the Beggar Gang, and secretly caught many important figures of the Beggar Gang torture and questioned them, but he still couldn't find any clues. Later, he heard the dispute between the people of the Ming Cult, and the strife became even more powerful, and some people were

Looking for him everywhere, he wanted to use him as a call. Fan Yao had no intention of fighting for the leader, and he did not want to roll the whirlpool, so he avoided it from afar. He was afraid that the brothers in the sect would be bumped into, so he put on his beards and pretended to be an old scholar, wandering around. A few days ago, Yang Xiao had news that he wanted to re-elect the leader. Although Fan Yao was unwilling to get involved, he came to the Western Regions unconsciously. However, on the way, he accidentally met a group of people on the road, and recognized one of them as Cheng Kun, the senior brother of Master Yang's wife, and was secretly surprised. Although Fan Yao had been with the sect in the past few years

There were few contacts in the middle, but he also heard about the news that Xie Xun's wife was killed by his master. He immediately followed him quietly and was shocked when he heard the words "It must be destroyed by the top of the Light" coming from afar. Along the way, he kept pretending to be a scholar, a beggar and other identities, asking about the news about these people everywhere, but he only knew that some of them were Tantric monks, and some were scattered people in the world like Xuanming, who seemed to be taken together by a royal palace and wanted to plot against the Ming Cult. Time was urgent,

Fan Yao was unable to find out about the conspiracy of these people. In a hurry, he did not return to Guangmingding to inform the brothers, so he decided to assassinate Cheng Kun to stop the conspiracy of these people. However, Cheng Kun was cunning and had strong martial arts skills. Not only did Fan Yao not succeed, he instead shocked the snake, making these people more prepared. Until he came to the Vajra Gate, he could not find another opportunity. As the brothers were estimated to have reached Guangmingding, Fan Yao became even more anxious and wanted to inform the news first and then find a way.

Since he decided to leave, Fan Yao did not delay and started walking quickly with his light skills. However, before he could walk far away, he was stopped by a man in gray and said, "Friend, why bother to leave so urgently? You have been following us all the more worried we have. Why not use a glass of water and wine together and have a good chat!"

"Cheng Kun, so... you knew it a long time ago, what a treacherous old thief!" When Fan Yao heard the other party's voice, he was shocked and immediately knew who the other party was. He looked up and said in surprise. He dressed up carefully these days, thinking that no one knew about it, but he didn't expect that in a hurry, he still showed his flaws and was discovered by Cheng Kun. "Fortunately, I acted cautiously, never showed my true face along the way, and I rarely showed my martial arts skills. I think Cheng Kun didn't know my identity!" Fan Yao thought in his heart.

"Old thief? Haha!" Hearing this, Cheng Kun laughed and did not defend himself. He said, "Whether you are the treacherous old thief or you are the assassination thief. I don't ask why you assassinate me. I see you today, just want to ask, are you willing to surrender to the prince?" He stared at his eyes and his eyes became sharp. (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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