I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons-Chapter 57: Abbot of Lian Sheng Temple!

Lu Xuan looked indifferently at the man standing in front of him, an old monk with a face full of wrinkles.

At this moment, his hands were clenched into claws, and his withered fingers resembled slender bone spurs, with a small piece of cloth still hanging from his right hand.

When the old monk saw Lu Xuan, with his chest showing no trace of injury.

His sunken, murky old eyes widened tremendously, pupils contracted, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"What!"

"How can you!"

"Who on earth are you!"

The old monk was thoroughly doubting his own life now, unable to understand.

How could the young man before him bear the full force of his attack without sustaining any injury?

He was, after all, a martial artist of the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, capable of tearing apart rocks several meters high.

As the old monk was shocked beyond belief, Lu Xuan also looked at him with a strange expression.

This was the first time Lu Xuan had been successfully ambushed at close range, although the attack felt soft and powerless to him, the assailant had indeed managed to get close and hit him.

It seems he had underestimated the world too much.

Unexpectedly, such a lowly Bone Marrow Refining martial artist could evade his perception.

The long-lost sense of caution in Lu Xuan’s heart returned once again.

In an instant, the old monk responded swiftly, knowing that the opponent’s strength far exceeded his own.

The old monk was about to retreat into the distance, intending to call out for help.

However, before the old monk could shout, a tall dark shadow appeared behind him, like an endless abyss of darkness, swallowing him whole!

Lu Xuan reached out his right hand, heavily pressing it on the old monk’s heavenly spirit cover.

Boundless inner qi invaded the old monk’s body, destroying every inch of his flesh.

For someone who aimed directly to kill, Lu Xuan had no intention of holding back.

Lu Xuan released his right hand, letting the corpse fall to the ground.

Then Lu Xuan leaped onto the head of the Buddha statue.

Lu Xuan fixed his gaze, noticing an unfamiliar face carved with pure white lotuses on the Buddha’s head.

Moreover, there was a large gap on the face of the statue, as if forcibly covered by something.

"Is this a mask?"

The Buddha statue was actually wearing a mask.

It seems even the Buddha statue is an impostor, this Lian Sheng Temple is indeed related to the Pure World White Lotus Sect.

Good!

A flicker of light passed through Lu Xuan’s eyes, affirming that this visit had not been in vain.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lu Xuan’s figure disappeared from the main hall of Lian Sheng Temple.

Lu Xuan ignored the corpse on the ground, as it was already late at night and unlikely for anyone to pass by.

Now, the only person Lu Xuan wanted to find was the abbot of Lian Sheng Temple.

In the temple, Lu Xuan transformed into a shadow, moving stealthily across the ground.

Until up ahead, encountering two monks on night watch, both about thirty years old.

"Senior Brother, I think I saw someone!"

One of the monks suddenly noticed a shadow flicker before him, terrifying him enough to quickly alert the monk beside him.

The monk addressed as Senior Brother, upon hearing his junior mention seeing someone.

He carefully scanned the surroundings, and finding no one, reprimanded annoyedly.

"Where’s there anyone?"

"I think your eyes are playing tricks on you!"

"You better not bother me, or else I won’t be nice to you."

He was already in a foul mood from the night watch, and now his junior dared to make fun of him.

"Masters, I have some questions I’d like to ask."

"Would you mind leading me to your abbot?"

Suddenly!

In the silent night, a voice abruptly echoed, startling the two monks.

Simultaneously, two large hands rested on the necks of the two monks.

The monks broke into a cold sweat, feeling the presence of a tall and straight figure behind them.

They were about to scream, but found they couldn’t make a sound, or even breathe.

Because the hands on their necks were squeezing forcefully.

Only when they were close to suffocating did Lu Xuan gradually loosen his grip.

One of the monks, seeing that Lu Xuan had relaxed, a killing intent filled his eyes, and he swiftly drew a short sword from his waist.

Swish!

A flash of cold light, a sound of the sword cutting through the air, aiming directly for Lu Xuan’s throat.

In the next second, as the short sword was about to pierce Lu Xuan, the monk’s motion seemed to halt, his arm frozen mid-air.

"Courting death!"

Lu Xuan’s large hand immediately snapped the monk’s neck, then casually tossed him aside.

An ordained monk carrying a weapon, devoid of any compassion, striking with lethal intent.

The other monk, witnessing his junior’s corpse before him.

The overwhelming anger in his heart was instantly extinguished, making him too scared to act.

Thus, the remaining monk stood trembling.

At this moment, the words Lu Xuan said earlier replayed once more.

And upon seeing his junior’s death, the monk quickly nodded, indicating his willingness to lead Lu Xuan to the abbot.

......

In a more secluded and private room of Lian Sheng Temple, numerous monks guarded the outside.

Not long after, Lu Xuan’s figure appeared there.

Lu Xuan stood quietly at a distance, assessing the area.

Quickly, his inner qi surged, transforming into a shadow, dashing towards the guarding monks.

A stick of incense time later, until all the guarding monks lay unconscious on the ground.

Lu Xuan arrived before a room, inside was brightly lit by candles.

"Damn it!"

"That wretched thing in Dengfeng County revived ahead of time, those bastard Profound Bird Guards are coming over again."

"Rascals!"

"Ruining my Holy Sect’s grand plans!"

"Damn Profound Bird Guards!"

"The Incense Master has already ordered, this Lian Sheng Temple cannot stay longer, we must evacuate quickly."

"Otherwise, sooner or later those bastard Profound Bird Guards will discover us."

"You all prepare, at most one day left, those sheltered offerings must be sacrificed to my Lord!"

Inside the room, an old monk in ragged robes, face lined with wrinkles, was the abbot of Lian Sheng Temple. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Yet, as the abbot, he showed no mercy, instead exhibiting a cruel and sinister demeanor.

The other monks in the room were similar to the abbot, devoid of any religious compassion.

"Abbot, those carrying the White Lotus Holy Seeds seem to have only half arrived."

"Are we really not waiting?"

"Hmph! In this latest group of Profound Bird Guards to Dengfeng County, there are as many as three Yellow-level Profound Bird Guards, do you think we can wait?"

"Useless!"