Just when Li Cong, the Jin Yiwei, was reporting his work to the officials of the Daliang Kingdom, in a remote alleyway outside the Daxiangguo Temple in Tokyo City, a scarlet light lit up, and a figure appeared in it.

When the scarlet light dissipated, Fang Xiu walked out of the remote alley and looked at the Daxiangguo Temple.

In the second half of the night, the hustle and bustle of Tokyo city has gradually dissipated. At this time, there are no pilgrims coming and going in front of the Daxiangguo Temple, but the vermilion door is still open, welcoming guests from all directions.

There were only two Zhike monks in front of the huge temple, but it still showed a solemn atmosphere, as if there really was a Buddha sitting in the temple.

Fang Xiu slowly withdrew his gaze. He did not wait for Li Cong where he was, but entered Tokyo City because he wanted to meet the real master of this world.

Since he wants to use this place as a novice village, he always has to try how deep the water in this world is. Otherwise, how can the game write a background introduction?

And Fang Xiu’s goal is—Daxiangguo Temple.

In Wang Mudao's memory, he once heard his father Wang Shi say that the place with the most masters in the world is the city of Tokyo at the feet of the Emperor, so that many people in the world dare not come here at the feet of the Emperor. There is not even one in the ghost city.

There were no decent masters, and the masters in Tokyo were suppressed by the court and almost made no sound.

Because each of the Daxiangguo Temple, Sanshan Fulutian Palace, Imperial City Department, Si Lijian, Dongxi Factory, Jinyiwei, and Zongzheng Mansion is a big mountain pressing on the rivers and lakes, and there are countless masters in each of them.

The temple is the higher realm.

With a touch on his cheek, Fang Xiu quickly returned to his original appearance, and his clothes quickly transformed into night clothes.

Reaching out to put on a pure white mask, Fang Xiu's eyes jumped with scarlet red, and he strode towards the Great Xiangguo Temple. The third-level warlock and the intermediate warlock-the hidden man activated at the same time.

The two Zhike monks at the gate of Xiangguo Temple seemed not to see Fang Xiu at all, and allowed him to walk into the Xiangguo Temple without hesitation.

After passing the mountain gate, there were no monks in sight. After passing between the bells and drums on the second floor, Fang Xiu walked directly into the Temple of the Heavenly King.

What comes into view is a huge statue of Maitreya, with a big smile and a big belly facing the sky. On both sides are the four heavenly kings with wide eyes. There is only one tall monk wearing cassocks in the entire heavenly king hall, sitting cross-legged.

The center of the Heavenly King's Hall.

The moment Fang Xiu walked into the Bell and Drum Tower, the monk seemed to have noticed something and turned his head, looking behind him with a sinister look on his face.

After seeing the empty temple behind him, he frowned and turned around to meditate again.

Fang Xiu paused for a moment. When the ferocious-looking monk turned around and looked over, he actually had a feeling that a fifth heavenly king with a ferocious face and a glaring Vajra had come to life.

It wasn't until the tall monk turned around that he felt relieved. The power of this world seemed to be stronger than he imagined.

In other words, Wang Mudao's own martial arts cultivation level was too low, which lowered his judgment of the world's martial arts system.

"I don't know what level this tall monk is in." Fang Xiu thought to himself.

According to Wang Mudao's memory, the martial arts power system in this world is divided into six realms: training to transform form into essence, refining essence to transform into qi, training qi to return to spirit, training spirit to return to emptiness, reversing emptiness and combining with Tao, and upright pure yang.

These six realms have other names: practicing form and transforming essence is called acquired nature, refining essence and transforming qi is called innate, practicing qi and returning spirit is called master, practicing spirit and returning to emptiness is called great master, and refining qi and returning to emptiness is called great master.

They are called land gods, and those who are in pure Yang position are called heavenly beings.

Wang Mudao was just a small master of practice. He had never seen a real master, or he had seen a real master when he was a child, but he didn't realize it, so he misled Fang Xiu.

Now it seems that Fang Xiu needs to re-evaluate the martial arts system in this world.

"This monk has a strength similar to that of a second-level senior warlock, and his condition is unstable. It seems that he will soon reach a strength close to that of a third-level trainee warlock."

At this moment, the hoarse voice of the Warlock's Book sounded in Fang Xiu's mind.

"Can you still feel the opponent's strength?" Fang Xiu communicated with the Warlock's Book.

The Warlock's Book hoarsely said: "I am an eternal alchemy item, are you looking down on me?"

"Can you feel how many masters there are in this temple?" Fang Xiu asked.

"I can use magic to detect, but if the magic is lower than the third-level intermediate level, they will discover it. If the magic spell is higher than the third-level intermediate level, you will be contaminated by the power of chaos." The Warlock's Book replied.

The Warlock's Book has always been able to cast high-level warlock magic, but after merging with Fang Xiu, it can't cast high-level warlock magic on its own.

The master has generally gone crazy.

Fang Xiu frowned when he heard this, and then said: "I understand."

After taking a deep look at the burly monk sitting cross-legged in the center of the Heavenly King's Hall, Fang Xiu walked directly around him. After passing the Wei Tuo Statue and the Release Pond, he walked directly into the Main Hall.

Above the main hall, the Buddha statue stands majestic and solemn, filled with incense. A group of monks are chanting sutras here, and the sound of wooden fish knocking is endless.

Among the monks, there were three old monks sitting. When Fang Xiu walked into the main hall, the fat monk in the middle opened his eyes and glanced at Fang Xiu. After finding nothing, he closed his eyes again.

He closed his eyes and continued chanting.

The voice of the Warlock's Book continued: "The fat monk in the middle also has the strength level of a second-level senior warlock, but it is worse than the evil monk in the Heavenly King's Hall. The two older ones around him are much worse, and are only about the same as ordinary people.

On the bright side, some of these young monks are quite good, and they are as good as first-level intermediate warlocks."

Fang Xiu frowned deeply. At this moment, he felt what it meant to be a cloud of masters. However, in the two main halls, he had already seen masters who were as good as a second-level high-level warlock. He didn't even know how many masters were hidden in the Daxiangguo Temple.

It stands to reason that the exposed masters are far inferior to the hidden masters, so this Daxiangguo Temple is a bit scary.

However, Fang Xiu continued to bypass the Main Hall and walked into the Luohan Hall at the back.

Now that he's here, he needs to really get to know the inside of Daxiangguo Temple, otherwise wouldn't his visit be in vain?

The Arhat Hall was relatively quiet, with eighteen Arhats standing on both sides, like ghosts and gods, and only a young monk sweeping the floor.

Fang Xiu did not stop and continued walking back. After passing the two stele pavilions, he saw the tallest building in the entire Daxiangguo Temple - the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda of the Sutra Pavilion.

There are lights on every floor of the entire tower. Looking from a distance, there is a faint feeling of Buddha nature.

Fang Xiu walked directly into the Sutra Pavilion, and the moment he entered the Sutra Pavilion, he saw a skinny old monk on the first floor who was copying scriptures. The marks of age could already be seen on his palms.

, but the divine light in his eyes seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and there was a faint image of a compassionate Buddha.

There is no one, no self, no sentient beings, I am for others, I am for myself, and I am for all sentient beings.

After Fang Xiu walked in, the skinny old monk looked directly at Fang Xiu, and the voice of the Warlock's Book immediately rang.

"This old monk has already reached the level of a third-level intermediate warlock, and it seems that he will soon become a third-level advanced warlock. If you have been seen through by him, retreat."

Fang Xiu immediately retreated without any hesitation, but to his surprise, the old monk did not chase him out at all. He even just glanced at him and went back to excerpt Buddhist scriptures. He seemed to be just curious about why he came here.

"There are so many masters. If this was really a game world, it would be a top-notch dungeon."

Fang Xiu, who retreated outside the Sutra Pavilion, shook his head and was not ready to continue exploring. The old monk he just saw had proved that the high-end combat power in this world was far beyond his imagination. If he continued to explore, he would not necessarily encounter a master.

He will be like this old monk.

Although he can use the dimensional passage to leave at any time, once he does so, he will always waste the power of chaos stored in the Warlock's Book. This transaction is not worthwhile.

All the way back to the Luohan Hall, when Fang Xiu was about to exit the Daxiangguo Temple, the young monk sweeping the floor of the Luohan Hall suddenly put down the broom in his hand, holding a bamboo basket, stretched out his hand and pushed open the stone seat under the Dragon Subduing Arhat.

Go into the secret door.

Fang Xiu paused for a moment, and then followed him. He was very curious about what was under the Arhat Hall.

The young monk who entered the tunnel yawned as he walked deep into the tunnel. After opening a huge iron door, a figure appeared in his field of vision.

The clothes he wore seemed to have not been changed for a long time and were in tatters. His long, thick hair covered his face, making his appearance unclear.

Chains extended from all sides of the dungeon, locking his limbs and penetrating his bones. But even so, his strong body showed that he was still getting good results.

After meeting this person, the voice of the Warlock's Book rang in Fang Xiu's ears again.

"This guy has the strength of a third-level junior warlock."

Fang Xiu squinted his eyes and just stood there watching everything happening in front of him.

The little monk yawned and muttered: "Mute donor, I held a Dharma ceremony tonight. Little monk, I didn't sleep all night. I won't be able to get up during the day tomorrow. I can only bring you tomorrow's food at night."

Please check your body, little monk. I need to sleep more while I am still growing."

As the young monk said this, he quickly took out the vegetarian food from the bamboo basket and placed it on the ground, and then put away the food that had been placed on the ground.

After putting down the food, he paused and yawned again before saying: "This time there is no rice porridge that you like, only steamed buns. The chef in the kitchen made it a bit hard this time, so be careful when eating it."

Seeing that the person in front of him did not respond, the young monk was not surprised. He just scratched his head and said: "Mute master, master said that you are a hero, so he felt uneasy living on top of you and went out to travel around the world. But he took me

He left it behind, you tell me whether he did it on purpose, but it’s okay to leave it behind. He is always a careless person, so I don’t know if he ate well after he went out."

The little monk was in the dungeon. He was talking to that person alone. He couldn't remember where he was talking. The little monk yawned again, shook his head and stood up and said:

"Master Mute, I really can't hold it any longer. Let's stop talking today."

As he said that, the little monk took the vegetable basket and turned around to leave. After the little monk left, the man glanced at the direction the little monk left, and then he saw a man wearing a pure white mask.

"Who is your turtle son?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Fang Xiu also saw the green-faced tattoo tattooed on the face of the person in front of him, and a memory of Wang Mudao suddenly appeared in his mind.

Wang Mudao's father, Wang Shi, came back from court one day with a heavy expression on his face. Wang Mudao vaguely heard his father scolding Privy Councilor Han Qing for how he should be punished for his possible crimes, and how the soldiers would serve in the future.

Later, Wang Mudao heard that the privy councilor Han Qing had died of sores. He even asked his father. Wang Shi looked complicated and said: Even if he is dead, he will not be able to get out after all.

Fang Xiu immediately realized that the person locked up should be Han Qing, the Privy Councilor who was so powerful in Xilong back then. He asked coldly:

"Han Qing?"

"There are still people who remember me, are you a member of the imperial court?" The chained man looked at Fang Xiu with a smile and directly admitted his identity.

Fang Xiu shook his head and said: "No, I am Burning. You can understand me as someone from a secret organization. I am here to invite you to join us. In return, I will let you go."

"combustion?"

Han Qing raised his head and examined the person in front of him, chewing on the name and said: "What do you want me to do?"
To be continued...