Chapter 45 Unbelievable

Taiyan Temple is one of the five major sects of cultivating immortals in Jiang State, and belongs to the Buddhist and Taoist sects.

The Buddhist and Taoist sects of cultivating immortals are also one of the mysterious sects handed down from ancient times.

In addition to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to improve their cultivation, the people of this sect also practice mysterious Buddhist teachings and mantras.

Especially Taiyan Temple, it is rumored that there is a complete "Ancient Buddha Mantra" handed down from ancient times. With this mantra, Taiyan Temple has the potential to surpass Qingjian Sect and become the new first sect of cultivating immortals in Jiang State.

In recent years, Taiyan Temple, which has always been in semi-seclusion, has frequently sent disciples from the temple to travel the world and spread Buddhism, and its reputation has gradually grown.

Taiyan Temple is located in the Taiwu Mountains on the southwestern border of Jiang State.

The Taiwu Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, half of which belongs to Jiang State, and the other half belongs to Xiaozhu State bordering Jiang State.

Wulong Valley is located at the border of Mozhou in the far west of Jiang State, so in terms of the five major immortal cultivation sects, Taiyan Temple can be regarded as the "neighbor" of Wulong Valley.

Yang Che rode on the flying magic weapon of Huaiye, traveled all the way, and arrived at Taiwu Mountain Range more than a month later.

After a careful search, he stood at the foot of Taiyan Peak where Taiyan Temple was located, with a tired look on his face.

On the stone steps leading to the temple, a very young monk was sitting cross-legged.

"Donor, please stay. Trespassers will trigger the temple's protective formation. Your life will be over in a moment."

The monk clasped his hands together, his black eyes rolled around, and his tone was full of "maturity".

Yang Che immediately bowed and said, "I came from Wulong Valley. I have something to ask Master Mingpu in person. Please let me know."

"Looking for Uncle Mingpu? Are you sure?"

The monk widened his eyes, a little surprised.

Yang Che naturally didn't know why the little monk reacted so strongly, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is it Master Mingpu? Is there anything wrong?"

"Master Mingpu passed away half a year ago."

The little monk said, mumbling something indistinctly, with a look of grief on his face.

Yang Che was also shocked when he heard this.

Passing away means death. Master Mingpu is at least as good as the late stage of foundation building, and with the blessing of Buddhism, it is unlikely that he will pass away easily.

At the beginning, Master Mingpu left a good impression on Yang Che, so when he suddenly heard the news of Master Mingpu's death, he was surprised and a little sad.

After calming down, Yang Che suddenly asked: "Master Mingpu should have brought two women back to the temple. One of them is a mortal woman named Wu Qingxuan. May I ask if she is still in the temple?"

As soon as Yang Che finished speaking, the little monk's expression suddenly changed.

He jumped up from the ground, and a talisman appeared in his palm. He chanted a few times, and the talisman turned into a faint light and disappeared.

Then the little monk asked cautiously and coldly: "Are you really a disciple of Wulong Valley?"

Yang Che's eyelids twitched slightly, and a trace of uneasiness surged in his heart, and he had a vague feeling of a bad premonition.

However, he still took out the sect disciple token and shook it in front of the little monk.

At this moment, a burst of white light suddenly surged on the stone steps, and then two figures appeared out of thin air.

They were two middle-aged monks wearing gray clothes, with cultivation comparable to the foundation-building period.

One of them was burly, with big ears and a wide nose, and a string of green Buddhist beads hung around his neck.

The other one was of medium build, with a gentle face, twisting a small string of purple-red sandalwood beads in his hand, and his expression was solemn.

After the two appeared, they immediately dispersed and blocked Yang Che's way.

"Two masters, what do you mean?"

Yang Che was surprised and didn't understand what happened. However, he had already begun to think hard about how to escape.

The middle-aged monk with the purple sandalwood beads in his hand asked calmly: "Who are you to Wu Qingxuan?"

Yang Che was slightly stunned, and keenly smelled a trace of extremely unusual danger.

"Two masters, I am not here to find Wu Qingxuan, but to ask Master Mingpu for something. I had an appointment with him to come to Taiyan Temple within a year, and he helped me solve a very tricky curse. But just now I learned that Master Mingpu has passed away. In this case, I dare not disturb you, and I will leave now."

Yang Che said, and immediately prepared to leave Taiyan Peak.

However, the two middle-aged monks were one in front and one behind, using the strong sense of oppression comparable to that of a foundation-building cultivator, so that Yang Che had no chance to escape at all.

"Donor, we have not yet reached a conclusion on the death of Senior Brother Mingpu. Since you have met Senior Brother Mingpu before, you should come with us."

He winked at the burly monk, and then the two of them, one in front and one behind, forcibly trapped Yang Che and brought him into the temple.

Yang Che knew the huge difference in his cultivation strength, so he was very tactful and did not resist at all.

After being taken into an empty room, the two middle-aged monks left.

Yang Che tried and found that the room was sealed by a formation, making it impossible for him to walk out of the room.

At night, the door was opened and a tall and burly middle-aged monk walked in.

It turned out to be the monk with big ears and a wide nose who had not spoken during the day, and a string of green Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

"Your name is Yang Che, a disciple of Wulong Valley?" The burly middle-aged monk had a rough voice and spoke in an unusually dull voice.

Yang Che replied calmly: "That's right."

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Yang. I'm just asking a routine question. Just tell me what you know."

"What exactly do you want to ask, Master?"

"Donor Yang, you may not know yet. My Senior Brother Mingpu died in a very strange way. Although the murderer is tentatively determined to be the mortal woman Wu Qingxuan he brought back to the temple. But a mortal woman, even if she has an extremely rare 'extremely yin body', how could a weak woman without any cultivation kill Senior Brother Mingpu?"

Hearing this, Yang Che was also very surprised and astonished.

The murderer of Master Mingpu's death is tentatively determined to be Wu Qingxuan? This is too unreasonable.

However, Yang Che asked calmly: "But what does this have to do with me?"

"Donor Yang, you have seen my Senior Brother Mingpu, and you know Wu Qingxuan, right?" The tall monk's eyes were sharp.

"Yes, I have seen Master Mingpu, and I also know Wu Qingxuan. But so what? You won't doubt me, a person of the ninth level of Qi Refining, right?" Yang Che smiled bitterly with some irony.

"Of course you can't kill Master Mingpu. But Wu Qingxuan is just a mortal, without any cultivation, but Master Mingpu died in her hands. How can this be explained? So, Mr. Yang, before the cause of Master Mingpu's death is really found out, you have to stay in my Taiyan Temple."

Yang Che couldn't help but choke.

The tall monk left after he finished speaking.

Yang Che really had no words to say.

How could Wu Qingxuan kill Master Mingpu, and what motive did she have to kill Master Mingpu?

This is not only strange, but also incredible.

And what does all this have to do with him?

He just wanted to quietly work hard to cultivate immortality and pursue immortality, and never thought of getting involved in these messy things.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly went black, and at the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his eyebrows.

"Damn God, it's endless, right?"

Yang Che secretly cursed this damn God.

But he was helpless because he was really cursed by the old woman of the Ghost Sect that day, and he still had no way to deal with it.

Since he couldn't leave, Yang Che simply abandoned his distracting thoughts, took out the low-level spirit stone, and began to madly attack the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

A few days later.

The door opened.

A kind-looking old monk walked in slowly.