Chapter 1741

Among these monks, there is Liu mengchan.

Elder fan hurried to the temple of the virgin, personally informed Liu mengchan of the matter, and said, "go, don't stay here!"

Liu mengchan's face changed when she learned about it. Although she was ready to sacrifice her life, she didn't expect such a result.

But she was soon relieved. She thought of her hard work all the way. She thought that if she became the saint of Shenwen temple, she could not be harmed by others.

But in the end, she found that she was still a mole ant. The net of fate was constantly tightened, which suffocated her.

Even the saint will still be replaced.

"Where are you going? Let's not say whether I can leave the Shenwen temple. Even if I leave the Shenwen temple, where can I go? No, I can't get out of the chaos!"

Liu mengchan refused elder fan's kindness.

She knew that fan Changlao might help her escape from Shenwen hall. At this time, she didn't want to trouble elder fan again.

"It's not worth being abandoned with your talent!" elder Fan said.

"There are many friars in the world who are more talented than me. I don't think I'm better than ordinary friars."

Liu mengchan said, "I can come to this day only because I work harder than ordinary monks, but now I understand a truth that in this world, only effort is not enough."

Elder fan was dumb. In Liu mengchan's eyes, he felt the will to die, which made elder fan think of his past.

He used to be a monk. Before he became a monk, he yearned for a monk and safeguarded the law of chaos. What a noble thing.

Until he became a priest, until he experienced things that were contrary to his heart, but still needed to be carried out.

Trapped in a cage at the bottom of his heart, he finally violated the chaotic law he once firmly believed in.

With a sigh, fan Changlao left the temple slowly. After he left, no one set foot in the temple again.

Liu mengchan got up slowly and went out. She wanted to see how strong the new saint cultivated in the divine pattern hall was.

If you can't beat her, she's really unwilling!

"What are you talking about? Someone broke through the 30th floor? Is it the next Saint trained by the divine pattern hall?"

Similarly, there is another monk who is as uncomfortable as Liu mengchan. He is Huang Fusong.

According to the original script, after the blessing ceremony, he should marry the saint back to his chaotic home and fill his harem.

This is the saint of Shenwen temple. Even after she marries, Shenwen temple will immediately abolish her. That is also the saint of Shenwen temple.

I'm afraid he is the only one in the whole chaotic land who can have such a special honor. It can't happen in tens of thousands of years.

All this is due to his strong Lao Tzu. His Lao Tzu bet and won the Shenwen hall.

His father wanted to lose the face of the divine pattern hall, and he came here to lose the face of the divine pattern hall. For him, it was wind, scenery and light, and it was a shame for the divine pattern hall.

But he didn't expect that God grain hall should give him such a move. Jiang was still old and spicy. He prepared countless means to deal with it, but he didn't expect that God grain hall had hidden such a skill.

"Who is it?" asked Huang Fusong.

"I don't know. No one knows. We inquired about the news before, and there was no qualified woman at all."

A friar trembled and said, "the temple of divine pattern is too deep. I'm afraid I've prepared such a skill before I bet."

Huang Fusong didn't know about the Shenwen hall. In fact, he had clearly touched the situation of the Shenwen hall a few years before he came.

"Go and have a look!"

Huang Fusong said, "I remember that Liu mengchan's record is the 41st floor. She is also the highest record for the Holy Son of all dynasties to break the tower. If she can't break Liu mengchan's record, it means that it is far fetched for Shenwen hall to make her a saint!"

After hearing this, the friars gave birth to a glimmer of hope. If Huang Fusong could not lose the face of the divine pattern hall, he would not be hurt. They must be overwhelmed.

At the same time, there was a cave in Shenwen hall.

The servant of the right Dharma protector came to the cave and whispered, "tell your master..."

The servant described what had happened. After a long time, a gloomy voice came from the cave and said, "the holy son broke into the tower? Did the temple Lord and those old people arrange it? Why don't I know any news!"

Servants dare not speak.

"Did you find that white night?" right Dharma protector said, "didn't he go out with Liu mengchan? Didn't he die!"

"Liu mengchan has already returned, and Baiye is missing. However, Baiye's identity nameplate is not broken, so he is likely not to die."

Said the servant.

"If you can't find the white night, find the evil spirit of fan first!"

The right Dharma protector said, "don't think you can do whatever you want in the divine pattern hall. This is a place of chaos."

"It's not right to attack him directly. After all, he's an elder," said the servant.

"Isn't this old man surnamed fan very nosy? He must be on Liu mengchan's side. Our new saint is about to be born. We have to give her a big gift, don't we?"

The right Dharma protector said.

"I remember, he seems to have gone to the temple..." the servant smiled darkly. "What he said will be recorded."

God grain hall, a place of cultivation.

Sima Lao Wang was sitting on the mountain, receiving the monks, but he never opened his eyes.

Until a friar talked about things outside, he suddenly frowned, grabbed the Friar and said, "what did you just say?"

The monk's accomplishments were not low, but he was in the Xuantian realm, but he was shocked by Sima Lao Wang, because Sima Lao Wang was just an ordinary deacon.

In the temple of divine pattern, there are not a thousand, but also 800. Only when their authority is in place, they will show some courtesy.

But unexpectedly, as soon as Sima Lao Wang caught him, he trembled all over. His gloomy eyes made him forget to resist. He trembled and immediately described what happened outside.

As soon as Sima Lao Wang heard this, he pinched his fingers and counted, and suddenly laughed: "hahaha, the son of prophecy is the son of prophecy. I waited, hahaha, I waited for the son of prophecy. You old people, wait for me, and I will settle accounts with you one by one!"

At this point, Sima Lao Wang grabbed the Friar and said in a cold tone, "go, no matter what way you use, tell the Holy Son to come to me."

While talking, Sima Lao Wang took out a thing and put it in the Friar's hand. The friar was already frightened. When he saw the thing in his hand, he immediately brightened his eyes.

"I will convey it to you," said the friar.

Looking at the figure of the monk leaving, Sima Lao Wang sat on the ground and couldn't calm down any more.