Chapter 462
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Meng Jian quivered.
The voice was so beautiful and he remembered it so well. He knew who it was the moment he heard it, it was Lu Yurong!
His expression darkened and his handsome face became ferocious.
The woman he liked actually helped Chu Li and betrayed him. Her death was not to be regretted. What was more hateful was that his injuries were caused by her. If she did not help him, he would not be in such a sorry state!
Fa Wu turned to look at Meng Jian and asked softly, "Almsgiver Meng, who is this?"
"Lu Yurong!" Meng Jian said through gritted teeth.
"Lu Yurong … Could it be the Lady of the Ren Public House?" Fa Wu frowned and thought.
"That's her! Beautiful as a flower but vicious as a snake!" Meng Jian laughed coldly.
"Has Almsgiver Meng seen her face? I heard that she rarely shows her face. Not many people have seen what she looks like. Is she really that beautiful? "Fa Wu asked.
"You're a monk and you still care if she's beautiful or not? What dharma are you cultivating?" Meng Jian stared at him coldly.
"Amitabha … Thank you for your guidance, Almsgiver Meng. I was too obsessed!" Fa Wu quickly bowed with pressed palms.
"Hmph!" Meng Jian stared at him in disdain.
These monks were so annoying. They went against human nature. It was a man's nature to like beautiful women but these monks just had to have a beautiful skeleton. They forced themselves to imagine it as bones and dirty flesh. How unappetizing!
"Amitabha … Almsgiver Lu has graced us with your presence. I apologize for not going out to greet you!" Fa Yuan's voice rang in the air.
"I heard that your Spear Finger Strike is exquisite. I'm here to experience it!" Lu Yurong's cold voice echoed in the air.
"Almsgiver Lu is too kind. If Almsgiver Lu has nothing else, please do not disturb the morning classes. I will go over immediately!" Fa Yuan's voice moved slowly, calm and composed.
"Very well, then let's go somewhere else!" Lu Yurong's voice rang.
"Amitabha …" Fa Yuan's voice faded away.
Fa Wu's face was filled with envy. He sighed. "This Almsgiver Lu's cultivation level is so high that Brother Fa Yuan values her so much."
"Hmph, a pair of adulterers!" Meng Jian said coldly.
"Which adulterers?!" A voice suddenly rang behind him.
Fa Wu's eyes widened as he watched Chu Li appear out of thin air and land behind Meng Jian.
All the hairs on Meng Jian's body stood up. His sapphire blue robe instantly puffed up and stuck to his body.
"Rumble …" A muffled sound came from the sky.
"Good, there's still one more!" Chu Li smiled and slammed his palm down.
He did not think that Meng Jian still had a Shadow Thunder Palm that he had not used. He was quite a schemer.
"Bang!" Their palms collided.
Chu Li's movements stiffened for a moment before returning to normal. Before Fa Wu could rush over, Chu Li's palm landed on Meng Jian's chest.
"Swoosh!" Blood spurted out from Meng Jian's body.
Blood spurted out of his mouth and the wound from the flying knife at the same time. It was like a leaky kettle, spraying water everywhere.
When Meng Jian unleashed the Shadow Thunder Palm, all of his internal organs had been emptied out. Now that he was hit by the palm, it was a solid hit. His internal organs were immediately crushed into mush. Only his skin remained unscathed. He had really become a bag of flesh.
Chu Li glanced at Fa Wu and smiled. "Sorry to disturb you."
He disappeared in a flash, vanishing like a swan.
Fa Wu originally wanted to make a move, but he had only made it halfway when everything was sealed. Chu Li had disappeared.
"Almsgiver Meng!" Fa Wu hurriedly helped Meng Jian up and channeled his inner energy to help him heal.
Once his inner energy entered, he gave up dejectedly and looked at Meng Jian with pity.
Meng Jian's face turned green as if there was a layer of black gas floating around.
He glared at Fa Wu with his eyes wide open. "Let Senior Brother avenge me! Avenge me! "
Fa Wu sighed. "Almsgiver Meng, I will help you redeem your soul."
"You … You … Damn monk!" Meng Jian's eyes widened. His body trembled and he breathed his last.
"Amitabha …" Fa Wu put Meng Jian down and pressed his palms together. He lowered his head and chanted.
Fa Xiang floated over and his expression changed.
"Fa Wu, Almsgiver Meng, he …?"
"Senior Brother Fa Xiang, Almsgiver Meng is dead. Amitabha …"
"Who did it?"
"Almsgiver Chu."
"… Well, well, well, well done Chu Li!" Fa Xiang sighed.
Under their protection, Chu Li arrived calmly and left without a trace after killing. He treated the Tempest Temple as if they were nothing. As expected of Chu Li!
Fa Wu finished chanting and raised his head to look at him. "Senior Brother Fa Xiang, Almsgiver Chu's martial arts is truly powerful. I am no match for him."
"Are you hurt?" Fa Xiang asked.
Fa Wu shook his head. "He did not seem to have any ill intentions towards me. He even smiled at me. Before I could even reach out, he had already killed Almsgiver Meng. He was really fast. If he wanted to kill me, I would have died with Almsgiver Meng!"
Fa Xiang said, "It's good that he did not hurt you."
"Almsgiver Chu is not afraid of the Tempest Temple at all, is he?"
"Yes, his martial arts is outstanding and he has the High Duke's Public House and the Imperial Residence to rely on. He has no fear towards the Tempest Temple.
"Amitabha … Senior Brother Fa Xiang, I wish to return to the temple and cultivate in isolation."
"Very well." Fa Xiang nodded slowly.
He looked over Meng Jian's body and shook his head with a sigh. Even if Meng Jian took the Spirit Blessing Pill, he would only be able to hang on to his last breath. It was impossible for him to come back to life.
"Almsgiver Meng, it's a pity." Fa Wu shook his head.
Meng Jian's martial arts was similar to his and he had a similar background. Seeing Meng Jian lose his life because he provoked a strong opponent, Fa Wu felt pity for him but at the same time, a desire to work hard. What happened to Meng Jian today could also be his tomorrow. Hence, he had to cultivate desperately to make his martial arts stronger.
Fa Wu cultivated the dharmic base but he was not an eminent monk. He could not see through life and death. He wanted to live a better life and pursue more exquisite martial arts.
At this moment, a novice monk ran in. "Master's Junior Fa Xiang, Master's Junior Fa Wu, there is a Almsgiver Zhang outside requesting to see you. He said he came from the Imperial House and is looking for Almsgiver Meng."
Fa Xiang said slowly, "Fa Wu, stand guard here. I will go welcome Almsgiver Zhang."
"Yes, Senior Fa Xiang," Fa Wu replied.
A slender middle-aged man stood in front of the Mercy Temple. He had a jade-like face and was extraordinarily handsome.
He wore a green robe and stood with his hands behind his back. He had a natural and unrestrained demeanor as he looked at the Mercy Temple thoughtfully.
The main door of the Mercy Temple suddenly opened. Fa Xiang pressed his palms together and bowed with a solemn expression. "Almsgiver Zhang, I am Fa Xiang. Please follow me."
"Greetings, Great Master Fa Xiang." Zhang Ci closed fist saluted.
He saw Great Master Fa Xiang's solemn expression and felt that something was wrong. As he walked inside, he asked, "How is my Junior Brother's injury?"
"Almsgiver Zhang is late. Almsgiver Meng has just passed away." Fa Xiang shook his head and sighed.
"Junior Brother Meng is dead? His injury is that serious?" Zhang Ci frowned.
Fa Xiang shook his head. "Almsgiver Chu broke into our temple just now. Sigh … Amitabha!"
"Chu Li?!" Zhang Ci's face turned cold.
Fa Xiang nodded slowly.
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