252 Huguo Temple

252 Huguo Temple

It's hard to imagine that there is such a shabby place in the Three Emperors City.

However, the two-meter-wide bumpy roadside is about to collapse at any time. The wooden houses are so dark that they can't see the original color, and they are full of insect eyes everywhere. These small houses are home to people with low cultivation and shabby clothes, old or young, but very few in their prime. It emits a musty smell and odor from it that has not been cleaned for a long time. There is smelly sewage flowing in the middle of the road, and the garbage is thrown everywhere, and it is difficult to find even where you put your feet.

This is definitely a slum in a slum. If it hadn't been for personal seeing, Mo Jian would definitely not have wanted to see the three imperial cities in the ethereal continent, and there would be such a place that even the tribes of the one-yuan continent could not match.

"Do you live here?" Mo Jian frowned and couldn't bear it.

Xiaofu's pace is fast and leads the way. On his thin arm, he still held a fruit basket that was particularly large compared with his body and said, "Yes, I have lived here since I can remember. Big brother, don't worry, it's almost there!"

A few minutes later, Xiaofu stopped in front of a broken wooden house that could hardly be broken, but two meters high. This is probably the most dilapidated house in the slums. Even the windows are dilapidated and the wind blows in. If it comes to winter, you can't avoid the cold at all.

Mo Jian felt sad.

He was born in the Changhe tribe, which is probably the poorest in the world. I never thought that it was many times better than Xiaofu.

"Big brother, please look at my sister!" Entering the room with Mo Jian, Xiaofu's tone was already crying.

The tattered** will collapse at any time, and the first touch is a withered yellow hair. The thick and smelly quilt pressed on a girl's weak body, and it seemed that this quilt alone could kill her fragile life.

With a glance, Mo Jian's eyes have turned a little red.

is a girl who looks 15 or 16 years old. Her eyes are dull and dull, and she is clearly a blind woman. Mo Jian has met the blind female brother Shu Ziyi, and he deeply admired her optimism and open-mindedness. Seeing this poor girl, while her heart hurts, a helpless idea rises - optimism and open-mindedness in the face of difficulties must also be supported by certain living conditions. Brother Shu Ziyi will not worry about food and clothing, but she is different.

The deep eyes, pale cheeks with vegetable cheeks, deeply frowns, pestering her pain all the time, how can she be optimistic and open-minded?

Xiaofu has washed a few Zhu Yuguo from the fruit basket, handed them to Mo Jian, gently walked to the window, and said in a low voice, "Sister, does it hurt today? Are you feel better? I brought a great brother to see you!"

"It doesn't hurt..." The girl tried to smile, and her dull eyes turned slightly, and finally dispersed a little of her dead breath. "Hello, big brother! Xiaofu, let the big brother sit down and bring food for the guests!"

"Sister, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry! Hurry up and find something to eat!" The girl whispered. After saying this with difficulty, his chest was violently undulating and his breathing was difficult, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Big brother, save my sister, please..." Xiaofu's little face turned pale, and his words were full of crying.

"Don't worry, I can cure it!"

A magnificent soul power of water attribute immediately poured into the girl's body. Mo Jian comforted the little rich around him while treating it. The girl's illness is indeed very serious. Not only is her internal damage, but she has not been treated for a long time and continues to deepen. And lying on ** all year round, his limbs are atrophied, half smaller than ordinary people, and even his calves and buttocks have been a little rotten, as if they were poisoned.

With Mo Jian's soul, even if she has not lifted the quilt on her body, she is clear about her illness.

With the pure water soul power, the girl quickly calmed down. Mo Jian let Qingchan refine the elixir for injuries while continuing to urge her to repair the vitality that had been lost for a long time.

It lasted for an hour before Mo Jian took the soul power and fed her to take the elixir.

The girl has fallen asleep quietly, and her little face has also emitted a layer of bright light.

When I walked out of the door, I saw a horse walking on my lower abdomen, waving my small arms, sweating like a boxing. Although I didn't have enough strength, I also looked good. Seeing Mo Jian, he kept asking, "Big brother, is my sister's illness recovered?"

Looking at his hard practice, Mo Jian has a great impression. The more difficult the environment is, the more he can't give up his hope of hard work and persistence. Xiaofu can still work so hard in such a poor environment, which reminds him of himself in those years.

"Okay! In less than three days, everything will be fine!" Mo Jian smiled and said, "Xiaofu, are you practicing wrong?"

"I know it's wrong!" Xiaofu suddenly stopped like a frustrated ball and said, "But I don't know how to practice. No one has ever told me. Brother, can you teach me?

"I don't know, how can I still practice?" Mo Jian asked with a smile.

The little rich man straightened his chest, and his words were quite loud. He said word by word, "I want to be a strong man, protect my sister, and don't let anyone bully her!"

Mo Jian's heart was hot again. He thought for a moment and said without hesitation, "Xiaofu, I will pass on a set of practice techniques to you, but it can't be passed on to outsiders. When you are successful, I will introduce you and your sister to enter the plane college for cultivation!"

Xiaofu's eyes widened and said incredulously, "Really?"

With a slight smile, Mo Jian stretched out his finger, and a golden light penetrated into the little rich forehead from his fingertips, which was the cultivation skill of the true scripture of nourishing the soul. Xiaofu was shocked. After a moment, there was an extremely excited light in his eyes. He wanted to speak, but his whole body trembled with excitement and hesitated, and he couldn't say a word.

Take out a thousand soul stones from the bright mirror and give them to Xiaofu, "Take these soul stones first, and I will come to see you in the future. Xiaofu, study hard. I have something to do, so I'm leaving!"

A thousand soul stones are enough to change the temporary life of the little rich sister and brother. More, but it's not good for him.

After saying that, Mo Jian has disappeared in the local area.

Xiaofu looked deeply at the place where he left, tears rolled down and his whole body trembled.

After a while, Mo Jian came to the Dongyuan Palace. Just as he was about to ask for a meeting, a man who looked like an escort captain quickly came up and saluted politely, "Is this Mr. Mo Jian?"

Mo Jian said, "Exactly!"

"Your Majesty left a message. Mo Jian is here. Please go to Huguo Temple to meet."

Mo Jian frowned and said, "Is he in Huguo Temple?"

"Exact! I went there early in the morning, and now I'm waiting for the prince in Huguo Temple!"

Huguo Temple was built next to the Three Emperor's Hall, where thousands of monks chanted for the gods worshipped in the Three Emperors' Hall day by day, which has generated great faith.

Mo Jian slowly walked into the Huguo Temple. A large temple is so clean that you can't even see a leaf on the ground. The most eye-catching thing is the huge incense burners everywhere, which are shaped like tripods, filled with thick finger incense candles, and the strong smell of incense candles float in the air. In front of each incense burner, there are as few as ten monks, many as nearly 100 monks, sitting cross-legged, putting their hands together, bowing their heads and chanting scriptures that no one can understand.

Mo Jian's footsteps were not light, but no monk opened his eyes and looked at him.

Previously, he explored the Huguo Temple with divine thoughts. There are several high-level strong men of the soul emperor here. Now the preliminary achievements of the soul world, and the divine spirit has been greatly improved, so he can clearly peep into the strength of this monk.

is definitely stronger than Mr. Duan.

Although no one recommended it, there are dozens of unconcealed powerful breaths in the largest temple a hundred feet away. Mo Jian knew that the Dongyuan Emperor and the strong in the Huguo Temple must be there.

A golden plaque hangs above the hall: the Little Three Emperors Hall.

In the center of the hall, there are three tall golden statues, one woman and two men. Although it is a statue, it can still peep into the peerless glory of women and the unparalleled majesty of men.

This is the legendary three emperors in ancient times, Xihuang, Yuhuang and Taihuang. Mo Jian didn't expect that there were also their golden statues in the Huguo Temple.

The existence of the three ancient emperors transcended the gods. They have boundless power of thought and generated a huge power of faith. The statue is equivalent to one of their thousands of bodies. With their willpower, they must not be deblasphemed. Even across countless starry sky, once the golden body is humiliated, such a great power can know. With the wonderful connection between the body and the statue, their mind can come, which is what ordinary people call sanctification.

There are dozens of futons in the hall, and one person is kneeling on each futon.

Although everyone has their backs to Mo Jian, he can clearly see everyone's appearance.

is the leader of a middle-aged Confucian, accompanied by three gentlemen, surrounded by seven bald monks, all of whom are simple and have the high-level cultivation of the soul emperor. In particular, the breath of the oldest monk is even more unfathomable. In Mo Jian's view, he is comparable to the owner of the Sirius Auction Center.

The strong soul emperor in the palace attacked 64 people, including 11 high-level soul emperors. This should be the core force of the whole Dongyuan Empire. Such a line has the meaning of demonstrating to Mo Jian.

Emperor Dongyuan had a little pious in his eyes, and he looked straight ahead, knowing that Mo Jian came in, but he ignored it.

Mo Jian stepped forward step by step, all the way to the golden statue of the three emperors, picked up the long incense with three thick fingers, and first burned incense to worship. As the successor of the second Taoist system of the five emperors, he has to inherit the Taoist system of the three emperors. When he sees the golden body of the three emperors, he naturally has to salute.

Dongyuan Emperor's eyes are flat, but his heart is already angry.

What an arrogant boy!

As the emperor of Dongyuan and the lord of a country, he actually stood in front of him. When he just kowtowed, his buttocks were aimed at his face.

After the luggage was finished, Mo Jian did not get up. He knelt in front of all the soul emperors and said without looking back, "The emperor is such a big shelf that he doesn't know the etiquette of coming from afar."

The emperor said lightly, "Before the golden body of the three emperors, it was better for the prince to speak carefully and not to show off his tongue. Lord of a country, I have been unable to bear your repeated provocations. For the face of the plane college, I have been tolerating you, but you say that I don't know etiquette!"

Mo Jian sneered and said, "Really? Since the emperor is so generous, naturally everything is easy to say. I was ordered by the chaotic emperor of the plane college to enter the trial of the Three Emperors Hall. I heard that I needed the emperor's consent to enter it. With the friendship between my plane college and the Dongyuan royal family for many years, the emperor will not refuse this little thing, will he?