The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#557 - No pain

The paper crane Gong Hao had previously used to contact Lu Jing couldn't leave his sight.

In other words, once Lu Jing fell to the other side of the ruins, Gong Hao could no longer use the paper crane to transmit sound.

So, after waiting for a while, he took a few steps forward, stopped three steps away from the main hall, and tentatively called out Lu Jing's name.

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However, he called out twice, but there was no response from behind the ruins.

As a result, Gong Hao couldn't help but feel a little troubled. He still remembered what Mr. Ji had instructed him to do, which was to cooperate with 【Xin Zi Thirty-One】 to kill Lu Jing.

Gong Hao didn't know if the current situation counted as having "killed" Lu Jing.

Judging from what had just happened, Lu Jing had obviously fallen for some kind of illusion of 【Xin Zi Thirty-One】.

Gong Hao had heard many legends about 【Xin Zi Thirty-One】 before, and knew that except for one lucky person, everyone else entangled by this strange object had invariably died.

However, Gong Hao didn't know exactly how 【Xin Zi Thirty-One】 worked.

But he did know that such a result was probably unacceptable to Mr. Ji.

Lu Jing was no ordinary person. He had made it onto the Tianji List at a young age, and later entered the academy to cultivate secret powers and come into contact with the world of strange objects.

For such a person, unless one saw his corpse with their own eyes, no one would dare to guarantee that he was definitely dead.

So Gong Hao waited for a while, and when there was still no movement in the main hall, he took two more steps forward.

At this time, he was already standing in front of the threshold.

However, with Lu Jing's example, Gong Hao was also extra careful, making sure that no part of his body crossed the threshold.

He stood on tiptoe and peered inside for a while, changing angles several times, and even went around to the back of the temple. However, the terrain of the ruins was too complicated, and he couldn't find a spot where he could see where Lu Jing had fallen.

Gong Hao's gaze finally fell on the eaves above his head. He estimated that if he looked at the ruins from there, he should be able to see most of the area from the height.

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate any longer. He cast a lightness spell on himself, and then, with a tap of his toes, he leaped onto the eaves like a nimble monkey.

Gong Hao first grabbed a roof beam with his hand, then clamped it with his feet, his whole body hanging upside down.

Looking at the ruins again, before he could find Lu Jing, he saw something bright flash past.

However, before Gong Hao could rejoice, he heard a cracking sound in his ear.

The end of the wooden beam had been cut off by the small sword, and then it fell from the roof. Gong Hao's body fell down with it, but that wasn't the most terrifying thing for him.

After all, at this height, even if he fell to the ground, it would only hurt his butt at most, and there would be no major problem.

But the problem was that the small sword had cut off the end of the beam near the main entrance of the main hall, which meant that Gong Hao was sliding towards the temple as he landed.

Gong Hao didn't want to personally taste the taste of 【Xin Zi Thirty-One】, so he quickly reached out to grab the beam to stabilize his body.

But then he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and the second small sword slashed across his palm.

Gong Hao's eyes widened. He had already recognized that the previous small sword was the legendary flying sword, but he didn't expect that there would be two flying swords!

But how was that possible?!

Sword cultivators were recognized in the cultivation world as the most difficult path to take. The effort and time spent were not proportional to the rewards, so the number of sword cultivators had always been pitifully small.

It was already not easy to encounter one, let alone two at once. This luck was simply unmatched.

After falling to the ground, Gong Hao ignored the severe pain in his palm and shouted loudly, "Who is the expert? Please come out and meet me!"

However, what answered him was a grand chanting of Buddhist scriptures. Then, an old monk emitting golden light appeared before his eyes.

Behind the old monk stood rows of monks, men and women, old and young, numbering several hundred.

After the chanting subsided, the old monk in the center opened his mouth.

"Amitabha, benefactor, it is enough to show that you have a connection with my Buddha to find your way here when the old monk is lecturing on scriptures. Why not come and listen together."

Gong Hao's expression changed suddenly when he heard this, and he said in a panic, "I, I haven't entered the temple yet, you can't force me..."

His words suddenly stopped halfway, because he found that one of his hands was pressing on the other side of the threshold.

Before Gong Hao could withdraw his hand, the threshold shrank into the ground, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Gong Hao.

The old monk smiled and said, "Benefactor, you really have good roots." After speaking, he looked at Gong Hao's bleeding hand and said softly, "It hurts a lot, right."

"It doesn't hurt," Gong Hao gritted his teeth.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small injury. As long as the benefactor does what the old monk says, the old monk can guarantee that the benefactor's right hand can be healed without medicine."

Gong Hao only felt like crying without tears.

Now he couldn't bother to check whether Lu Jing was dead or alive on the ruins, because his situation was extremely critical.

Not only was he accidentally entangled by 【Xin Zi Thirty-One】, but there were also two sword cultivator experts around him who were full of hostility towards him.

Because the two flying swords came too fast before, Gong Hao couldn't even see where the two swords came from. Now he didn't know how to be wary.

However, despite this, he quickly cheered up and didn't immediately stop the bleeding from his left hand. Instead, he endured the severe pain and used the blood on the ground to draw a formation.

He wanted to set up a defensive maze first, but after drawing less than half of it, a sneer came from behind him, "What kind of evil creature dares to use evil magic in the Buddhist hall!"

Gong Hao was startled at first, and then felt that the voice was a little familiar. When he looked back, he saw Lu Jing standing not far away, glaring at him angrily.

To be honest, although Lu Jing didn't shave his head, he was holding a Zen staff and standing there, which really had some meaning of a Buddhist protector.

Especially after he finished speaking, he also performed half a set of Crazy Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs in front of Gong Hao, and after finishing, he didn't forget to make a pose, just like a martial artist in an opera.

Gong Hao's expression changed several times, and finally he squeezed out a look of surprise and stammered, "Lu... Junior Brother Lu, you're still alive, that's, that's great, I thought something happened to you, I was so scared that I rushed here to find you."