"Naranta Temple is simply a mess!" An angry look appeared on the worried face of the old Taoist Wangyou. This expression is rare on the old Taoist's face.

The open-mindedness of the sky falling and being covered with quilt is the true character of the old Taoist Forget-Wuyou. Therefore, this expression made Tang Cheng look extremely awkward, as if the old Taoist was possessed by another person.

He glanced at it and seemed to understand what Tang Cheng was thinking. Old Taoist Wangyou laughed and scolded: "You little brat, do you slander the old Taoist in your heart?"

Tang Cheng smiled and said, "How can you? You are my most respected master!"

Without the need for the old Taoist explanation, Tang Chengluo understood the reason for the old Taoist's transformation in this way.

Before, the old Taoist Wangyou played like the world and was unrestrained because he was confident that he could turn back all unfavorable situations at any time. No matter what conspiracy and tricks the other party had, he could destroy the other party with his backhand.

However, things have changed now.

What Tang Cheng didn't know was that the old Taoist Wangyou had searched Yingchuan Prefecture for half a month, but found nothing. The Shura Master had already ordered the altars of Yingchuan Prefecture to be abandoned, and there was no clue to it.

This greatly hit the real person Wangyou. If Shura attacks the human world in the overall situation, it will inevitably lead to a disaster for all living beings, and the Middle-Europeans will face a crisis of extermination.

By then, even if the old Taoist Wangyou is covered with iron, how many nails can he twist?

The human race is the foundation of all major sects. If the human race is destroyed, how can the sect survive alone?

Over the past few days, the old Taoist Wangyou has been running around and investigating the situation, but he has not gained much. In the end, he still came to Lingjiu Mountain to ask clearly.

A letter from a flying sword opened the mountain gate that had been closed for three hundred years. The Nalanda Temple had no consensus on the evidence brought by the old Taoist, and the Seventeen Temple had different opinions and could not be unified.

But the position of the presidency of Nalanda Temple has been hanging for three hundred years. The entire Nalanda Temple is now headless. Various interests are entangled with each other, making the temple completely a patient who is about to die of rigidity.

This is exactly what it means to be terminally ill!

After staying in Nalanda Temple for ten days, these people were unable to make decisions together. It was so irritable that the old Taoist Wangyou was extremely restless.

Tang Cheng scratched his head and asked, "How come the host's position is hanging for three hundred years? Where did the original host go?"

The old Taoist Wangyou snorted, but spoke. Mingyue said, "These bald monks are so secretive about this and don't speak no matter how they ask. However, I think there must be some hidden information in it that is not something that can be told by outsiders."

Tang Cheng was sitting next to Mingyue, feeling as if he was feeling pinned and pinned. He wanted to flash his eyes immediately. He heard this and said, "Master, why should we waste time here? Monks don't go, we will go by ourselves, as long as those monks point us the way."

Mingyue glared at Tang Cheng angrily and said, "What do you think we are doing these days? What are the roads, entrances, and what are the things in the underworld? How to come back? Only the monks of Nalanda Temple know about all this. Those monks will never give up. Can we still use the strength?"

Tang Cheng was extremely depressed and asked, "Are we just consuming here?"

The old Taoist Wangyou suddenly smiled and said, "No! The turn of opportunity has come!"

Tang Cheng and Ming Yue were stunned. They didn't know what the old Taoist meant, but Master Wangyou didn't explain. He strode forward and pushed open the bamboo door of the monastery. On the small bridge, a monk was admiring the gurgling spring with his hands behind his back, with a leisurely mind.

The small bridge was only dozens of feet away from the temple, and Tang Cheng and Ming Yue didn't feel anything at all. Now, even if they had seen it with their eyes, there was still a blank space on the small bridge in their spiritual senses.

Tang Cheng and Ming Yue looked at each other and concluded at the same time that the visitor must be a master of the soul!

The monk was very blessed with a big ear. He smiled slightly and was even more kind, and said, "The first Dharma in the Sun Wheel Palace is polite!"

The monk raised his head and returned the ceremony. The monk raised his foot and walked slowly, crossed the hundred feet of space in three or two steps, and walked into the monastery with a smile. The Dharma nature did not act, and Tangcheng and Mingyue could not feel anything special about the Dharma nature, as if they were just alms begging monks everywhere on the streets.

Faxing sighed softly and said, "It's not that the temple is neglecting the real person. It's really that the news brought by the real person is too horrifying, so we dare not believe it easily!"

The true man Wangyou is not ignorant of etiquette. He gives up his seat and makes tea. There is no insignificance in treating people and things. Even the most provocative person has to say perfection, but the fake smile on his face is not true, and it is inevitable that the white jade is flawed.

"In detail, it was supposed to be what the old Taoist should have waited for a while? But I wonder what the investigation results of the temple are now?" The old Taoist was concerned about the news about the underworld.

"The little monk looked at the past years and found that it was indeed a bit strange! Therefore, the little monk came to discuss with the real person!"

"Oh, what's weird?" He knew nothing about the true man Wangyou in the underworld, so the old Taoist was very curious about any news.

"Three hundred years ago, Master Yuankong led the five firsts to the underworld to routinely surrender demons, but they never returned. Since then, the temple has sent the first of the temple to inspect the underworld every year, but there is no clue, as if they have never appeared. To this day, I am afraid that they are already in danger."

"At that time, the uncle of the master carried the token of our temple - the Eight-Phase of Sakyamuni. Since then, no one in the temple is qualified to serve as the host!"

"This matter is a secret. I should not tell you all, but if I don't say it out, I'm afraid that the real person will laugh at me for being ungrateful. Alas! The master's sect is unfortunate!"

After saying that, Fayan's expression was dim, and he was obviously very sad!

The real person was also shocked and said, "I have heard of Master Yuankong for a long time, but I unexpectedly suffered this disaster. However, I think they are lucky enough to protect their safety!"

Tang Cheng and Ming Yue were stunned!

The host of Nalanda Temple, together with the five firsts, such a powerful gang could almost sweep across the Middle Earth, and disappeared without a trace in the underworld. Such a strange thing cast a shadow on the hearts of the two.

Faxing was excited and continued to preach: "The strange thing is that over the past two hundred years, our temple has sent disciples to the underworld every year, but has not encountered any enemy in the realm of the soul!"

Faxing sneered and said, "The Netherworld Shura is addicted to war and is full of masters of souls. There will never be one of them for more than two hundred years. There must be something strange about it!"

"So, I suggest that the Seventeen Temples join forces to attack the Underworld. No matter how old or young they are, no matter what conspiracies and tricks the Shura have, it will be in vain!"

Faxing's face was full of compassion, but the words he said were so cruel, which made Tang Cheng and Ming Yue stunned. Although they had known that all monks were right and wrong, but like Faxing, it was rare to be tight!

The face of Wangyou Zhenren was calm and gentle. The faint jawhead agreed and said, "What the master said is indeed a strategy to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot. It is the best strategy to break the plan by force!"

Faxing sighed and said, "It's a pity that the monks in this temple are not as good as the real person knowing me!"

"Not everyone agrees with the little monk's proposal in the seventeenth temple. It happened that the real person asked to go to the underworld to explore, so they took a strange plan to see if the real person agrees?"

"The head of a temple came out of our temple, and there were two people in total. Then, the real person invited three monks to come together to make a decision!" Fa Xing's face was a little apology, and I wonder how much guilt there was in his heart!

True Man Wangyou smiled happily and said to Faxing: "Why do you have to be so troublesome? Let the old Taoist enter the underworld to find out what kind of turtle turtle is doing. When you find out clearly, it's not too late to talk about the others!"

"This..." Fa Xing hesitated on his face, and then he said: "This is really a bit risky, let the little monk accompany the real person to come!"

The old Taoist Wangyou said decisively: "I appreciate the good intentions, but there is no need to do this! The head of the army can just reply to others like this!"

"The little monk is so ashamed!"

As he said that, Faxing said goodbye to the real person and left!

After sending the monk away, Zhenren Wangyou shook his head and smiled: "What a cunning monk!"

Mingyue sneered: "These monks are really shameless. They don't want to be this evil person, but they want us to do it! In the end, they want to stuff an eye in. They really want to make their hearts wrong! Master, we might as well go home and forget about it!"

Tang Cheng also advised: "Master, please think twice. Even those monks are trapped in the underworld. It's really a bit of a risk to go alone! Besides, if you are going to kill those Shuras as you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything!"

The old Taoist Wangyou smiled slightly and said, "The person who can hurt the old Taoist has not been born yet!" In just one sentence, it is incomparable confidence. This is the momentum brought by Wuwang for three hundred years.

Tang Cheng glanced at Mingyue quickly and felt proud and said, "Master, disciples cannot weaken your momentum. I will go with you!" The old Taoist said nothing, Mingyue said first with contempt: "Xiaochenger, with your cultivation level, you should stay here obediently. Don't cause trouble for your master!"

"Master, you are indeed a little weak when you go there alone, so I will take me with you. I will do some small things and save you some energy!"

The old Taoist Wangyou hesitated for a moment and said, "Forget it, Mingyue, you should stay. Cheng'er and I will enter the underworld together. Maybe he has the opportunity to be there!"

Even at this time, the old Taoist never forgot about accompanying the moon cicada. It has been too long since the news of accompanying the moon cicada. Perhaps the heavens have seen that the underworld can get such a magical elixir and take Tangcheng there for sincerity.
Chapter completed!