The paper crane that Gong Hao used to communicate with Lu Jing could not escape his sight.
In other words, when Lu Jing fell to the other side of the ruins, Gong Hao could no longer use the paper crane to transmit sounds.
So after waiting for a while, he took a few steps forward, stood three steps away from the main hall, and tentatively called Lu Jing's name.
However, he shouted twice, but there was still no response from behind the ruins.
As a result, Gong Hao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He still remembered what Mr. Ji told him, which was to cooperate with [Xin Zi Thirty-one] to kill Lu Jing.
Gong Hao didn't know if this situation could be considered as "killing" Lu Jing.
Judging from what just happened, Lu Jing was obviously under some illusion of [Xin Zi Thirty One].
Gong Hao had heard many legends related to [Xin Zi Thirty-One] before, and knew that except for one lucky person, all those who were entangled by this strange thing would die without exception.
However, Gong Hao is not clear on how [Xin Zi Thirty One] takes effect.
However, he knew that such a result might not be acceptable to Mr. Ji.
Lu Jing is not an ordinary person. He was on the Tianji Ranking at a young age, and later entered the academy to practice secret powers and came into contact with the world of strange objects.
For such a person, if he hadn't seen his body with his own eyes, no one would dare to guarantee that he would definitely be dead.
So Gong Hao waited for a while and saw that there was still no movement in the hall, so he took two steps forward.
At this time, he was already standing in front of the threshold.
However, following Lu Jing's experience, Gong Hao was extra careful to ensure that no part of his body crossed the door.
He stood on tiptoe and looked inside for a while, changing several angles during the process, and even went around the back of the temple. However, the terrain of the ruins was too complicated, and he was never able to find a position where he could see Lu Jing's landing point. .
Gong Hao's eyes finally landed on the eaves above his head. He estimated that if he looked towards the ruins from there, he should be able to see most of the place using the height.
Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate anymore, cast a light body spell on himself, and then tiptoed towards the eaves like a monkey.
Gong Hao first grabbed a beam with his hands, and then clamped it with his feet, hanging upside down.
He looked at the ruins again, but before he could find Lu Jing among them, he saw something bright flashing past.
Gong Hao couldn't help being shocked. Before he could react, the thing had been shot in front of him, but it was a small sword!
The cold light on the sword's edge made Gong Hao's hair stand on his head involuntarily!
Fortunately, the sword did not hit Gong Hao, but flew past his forehead, and finally sank into the corner of the room.
However, before Gong Hao had time to rejoice, the next moment there was a click in his ear.
However, one end of the wooden beam had been cut off by the small sword, and then it fell from the roof. Gong Hao's body also fell downwards, but this was not the thing that frightened him the most.
After all, at such a height, even if it falls on the ground, it will only hurt your butt, but it won't be a big deal.
But the problem was that the small sword cut off the beam near the main entrance of the hall, which also meant that Gong Hao was sliding towards the temple when he landed.
Gong Hao didn't want to taste the taste of [Xin Zi Thirty One] in person, so when he saw this, he quickly stretched out his hands, trying to grab the beam to stabilize his body.
But then he felt a sudden pain in his wrist, but it was the second small sword that sliced through his palm.
Gong Hao's eyes widened. He had recognized that the small sword before was the legendary flying sword, but what he didn't expect was that there were two flying swords!
But how is this possible? !
Sword cultivation is recognized as the most difficult path in the cultivation world. The energy and time spent are not proportional to the rewards obtained, so the number of sword cultivators has always been pitifully small.
It's not easy to meet one, let alone two at once. No one is so lucky.
After falling to the ground, Gong Hao ignored the severe pain in his palm and said loudly, "Master He Fang, please come out and see me!"
However, what answered him was a grand Sanskrit chant, and then an old monk with golden light all over his body appeared in front of him.
Behind the old monk stood rows of monks, including men and women, old and young, numbering in the hundreds.
When the Sanskrit sound subsided, the old monk in the middle also spoke.
"Amitabha, the fact that the donor came here when the old monk was giving a lecture shows that he has a predestined relationship with me. Why don't we come and listen together."
Gong Hao's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and he said in a panic, "I, I haven't entered the temple yet, you can't force me..."
In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped because he found that one of his hands was pressing on the other side of the threshold.
Before Gong Hao could take back his hand, the threshold shrank, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Gong Hao.
The old monk said with a smile, "The donor really has good roots." After saying that, he looked at Gong Hao's still bleeding hand and said softly, "It hurts."
"It doesn't hurt." Gong Hao gritted his teeth.
"It doesn't matter, it's just a minor injury. As long as the donor follows the old monk's instructions, the old monk can guarantee that the donor's right hand will heal without any medicine."
Gong Hao felt like crying without tears.
Now he no longer cares about going to the ruins to check Lu Jing's life and death, because his situation is extremely dangerous now.
Not to mention that he was accidentally entangled by [Xin Zi Thirty One], and there were two master swordsmen around him, who were full of hostility towards him.
Because the two flying swords came so fast, Gong Hao couldn't even see where the two swords came from. He didn't know how to be on guard now.
But having said that, he quickly cheered up and did not immediately stop the bleeding on his left hand. Instead, he endured the severe pain and drew a formation using the blood on the ground.
He wanted to lay out a maze of self-defense formations first, but he could only draw less than half of it when a sneer came from behind, "What kind of evildoer dares to cast evil spells in a Buddhist hall!"
Gong Hao was startled at first, and then felt that the voice was familiar. Looking back, he saw Lu Jing standing not far away, glaring at him angrily.
Needless to say, although Lu Jing was not ordained, when he stood there holding a Zen staff, he really looked like a Buddhist protector.
Especially after he finished speaking, he danced half a set of the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs in front of Gong Hao, and when he was done, he didn't forget to make a concave look, just like the Wu Sheng in the opera.
Gong Hao's expression changed several times, but finally he managed to express a look of surprise and stammered, "Lu... Junior Brother Lu, you are still alive, so, so good. I thought something happened to you. I was scared." I have to come here quickly to find you."
