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"Young hero, there's a dilapidated temple ahead. Why don't you stay there for the night?"

Ma Dao raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, then turned around and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Fang Chang, making a suggestion.

Fang Chang, who was practicing his light-footed skills at the back of the line, looked up upon hearing this...

On a rainy night, the lightning flashed intermittently, illuminating a dilapidated mountain god temple standing atop a low hill in the distance.

The temple appears to have been abandoned for a long time, with its beams and pillars crumbling and its roof tiles incomplete.

However, for now, it is at least a place that can barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.

The group of bodyguards were already exhausted and their horses were worn out.

If they continue to push themselves to keep going, they might collapse halfway before being caught up by the possibly late-night travelers.

"Very well, then Chief Ma will make the decision."

Fang Chang nodded slightly, offering no objection.

Seeing that the only martial artist in the group had agreed, Ma Dao immediately directed everyone to head towards the dilapidated temple.

However, as they got closer, they noticed that someone seemed to have gotten there first.

The crackling sound of firewood emanated from inside the temple, the flickering flames standing out starkly in the rainy night.

Two strange monks sat by the fire, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, with extremely ugly and ferocious appearances.

They are currently drinking heavily and eating large chunks of meat, having a wonderful time.

They hunted several strange birds that resembled eagles but were not eagles from somewhere, and captured them along with a nest of chicks.

Although the two were monks, they had no compassion whatsoever.

Several strange birds had their feathers plucked, their throats pierced through their groins with wooden sticks, and were roasted over a fire, their fat sizzling and dripping, the aroma of meat mixed with the smell of burning filling the air.

"That damned heavens! Of all times, why did it have to rain now of all times!"

"Otherwise, my brother and I would have already reached the Liusha River and joined our master."

The short, stout, skinny monk looked up at the torrential rain outside the temple and began to curse.

"You and I know our master's temper best. This delay will surely result in a severe punishment."

The tall, thin, fat monk sighed and groaned, but that didn't stop him from tearing apart the roasted meat in his hands.

He ate with greasy mouth and mumbled, "Since things have come to this, let's fill our stomachs first, lest we can't hold on when we're punished and end up starving."

Upon hearing that he would be punished, the skinny monk instinctively trembled, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He swallowed hard and couldn't help but complain, "It's all the master's fault for insisting on coming to the Flowing Sand River to look for some kind of dragon."

"If I remember correctly, the 'Wisdom King Union Ode' that the master cultivates doesn't need any of the things on the dragon's body at all."

"There are clearly so many devout believers in the temple. They could be taken as consorts to provide for the master's practice and amusement, and then she could naturally advance to the seventh rank of martial artist."

"In the end, they had to give up a good life and come to suffer in this wretched place, making us run around doing all the work for them..."

The fat monk's expression changed drastically, as if he hadn't expected the thin monk to be so disrespectful, gossiping about his master behind his back.

He quickly covered the skinny monk's mouth, his eyes wide open, and lowered his voice.

"Keep your voice down, junior brother, are you out of your mind?"

"The master came here to search for the dragon snake because Ye Yumingfei was too much, and his performance in that area was getting worse and worse. He needs to obtain the dragon snake to make medicine to make up for his yang deficiency."

"Now that we've finally discovered that there's a giant serpent in the Liusha River that's about to transform into a dragon, how could the Master possibly let it go so easily?"

The fat monk lowered his voice even further: "You and I are both disciples personally ordained and empowered by our master. Our lives are entirely in his hands, so we dare not complain."

"If your guru heard you say that, he would twist our skulls off and make them into kapala!"

Seeing the fat monk being so cautious, the thin monk waved his hand dismissively.

"In this desolate wilderness, with just the two of us, how could word of this possibly reach the Master's ears..."

Before the words were finished, a series of footsteps approached slowly from outside the dilapidated temple.

The skinny monk: "..."

What's going on?

Besides them, who else would actually come to this desolate place?

The two exchanged a glance, their gazes simultaneously turning towards the temple gate.

Before long, Ma Dao led a group of bodyguards, carrying a black coffin, and filed in.

They noticed each other immediately.

Their eyes met, and they each sized each other up without making a sound.

"They're just a bunch of lowly commoners..."

The skinny monk realized that these bodyguards weren't even martial artists, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes darted around, and his gaze landed on Ma Duxiu in the escort team.

Suddenly, the skinny monk's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but lick his chapped lips, a lewd look spreading across his face.

What a wild little horse!

Compared to the skinny monk who couldn't resist women, the fat monk was much more composed.

His gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on Fang Chang, who was the last to step into the dilapidated temple.

Fang Chang sensed something, and his eyes, hidden beneath his bamboo hat, suddenly rose, his gaze as sharp as a drawn blade, sweeping over in an instant.

Their eyes met, then parted in an instant.

"This...is a master!"

Fat Monk's heart skipped a beat, and his face grew more solemn.

He quickly nudged the thin monk to prevent him from rashly eyeing the women and causing trouble.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

"That woman is so beautiful, I've never been with a beauty like that before."

"Hehe, I never thought that in this desolate wilderness, I could just find a dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain and run into a female bodhisattva who would come to my door."

"How about... we brothers treat ourselves to some fun with that woman tonight?"

The skinny monk rubbed his hands together, a lewd grin spreading across his face.

Now that a "female bodhisattva" has come to my door, even the wine and meat I usually crave no longer taste good.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the fat monk angrily raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

"Women, women, all they know is women!"

"Can't you be a little more sensible and open your eyes wider?"

The fat monk lowered his voice and angrily rebuked, suppressing his inner turmoil.

"Take a closer look. Do you think these people are the kind of people you or I can just mess with?"

The skinny monk covered the back of his head, looking bewildered and full of grievance.

"Senior brother, they are nothing but a group of weak and feeble commoners. What's so dangerous about them that we can't afford to offend them?"

"We are both martial artists who have been personally initiated by our master and successfully entered the ranks."

"Isn't dealing with these lowly commoners a piece of cake?"

Fat Monk looked at his dull-witted appearance with a face full of disappointment and frustration.

He took a deep breath and patiently explained, "Junior brother, your eyes are practically glued to that woman, what else can you possibly see?"

"Open your eyes and look closely. Could that young man who entered the temple at the end be an ordinary mortal?"

"As soon as that person entered the temple, he noticed our gazes. His insight alone is extraordinary."

"What's more, it's raining heavily outside right now, and the mountain road is muddy and slippery. An ordinary person would be covered in mud and in a sorry state if they walked on it."

"But he walked with a steady and calm gait, his clothes were neat and tidy, and even his trouser legs and the soles of his shoes were spotless, without a trace of mud."

"Based on my years of experience following my master, this person must be a martial artist who has mastered some kind of superior lightness skill."

"As you know, a martial artist's blood and qi are abundant, like a candle flame in the dark, which is difficult to conceal. But this person's blood and qi are ordinary and there is no sign of leakage."

"And there are only two possibilities..."

As the fat monk spoke, his expression grew increasingly tense, and even fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"First, this person was seriously injured, which caused his qi and blood to be unable to condense and be exposed."

"Secondly, this person is an eighth-rank Bone-Changing martial artist, possessing the ability to internalize and penetrate one's blood and qi into the bones!"

"But look at him, he has an upright posture, sharp eyes, and a calm demeanor, showing no signs of injury or illness."

"In that case, this person must be an eighth-rank master who deliberately concealed his aura and blood energy!"

"With our master not around, how can we, mere ninth-rank martial artists, possibly offend such a ruthless person?"

After listening to the fat monk's meticulous analysis, the thin monk suddenly realized the truth.

He broke out in a cold sweat instantly and couldn't help but gasp...

Oh my God!

He misjudged the situation and almost provoked an eighth-rank martial artist!

You should know that their master, whom they dared not disobey in the slightest, was only at the eighth rank in cultivation!

The fat and thin monks exchanged another glance, both seeing deep apprehension in each other's eyes.

The two held their breath and shrank back simultaneously, no longer daring to do anything presumptuous.

For a moment, she only dared to steal glances at Fang Chang not far away, afraid of attracting his attention in the slightest...