The fragmented moonlight fell through the gaps between the eaves and was cut into pieces by countless human figures hidden in the eaves, beams, and rooftops.
Xu Yunfan lay on the back of the roof, his ears trembling slightly with the intermittent breathing sounds in the distance.
Almost overcrowded.
It's absolutely ridiculous!
He knew in his heart that with such a large group of people pouring into the Thousand Buddha Temple, even if the rumors were just hearsay, there would inevitably be some people with ulterior motives.
Or there must be someone with dirty hands.
but...
Xu Yunfan thought about it and naturally felt that he could not leave. If he missed this opportunity, once the Thousand Buddha Temple was on guard, he would probably have to fight his way in if he wanted to sneak in again.
Suddenly, he turned his head to look at Su Shiyu who was walking towards him by the eaves on the other side.
"Brother, aren't you going down?"
Su Shiyu covered his face, came up with a rough voice, and cupped his hands in a serious manner.
This girl hasn't even figured out the tricks of moving qi and blood, and hasn't even started practicing martial arts, yet she dares to mingle with bandits and wade into muddy waters.
A deliberately lowered voice drifted over, wrapped in the fragrance of osmanthus rouge. Xu Yunfan squinted his eyes and looked at the silver cloud pattern embroidered on the other person's mask.
After all, she is the eldest daughter of the Su family, and even her night clothes are made of Zhongzhou's brocade, which is in stark contrast to the coarse linen clothes worn by those around her.
Xu Yunfan was speechless, and said coldly: "You have only a few skills, and you haven't even entered the martial arts world yet you dare to join in the fun. Are you looking for death?"
Su Shiyu was choked and took a half step back, and the tiles on the soles of his boots made a crisp sound.
Suddenly, a graceful black shadow appeared from the side, and her figure wrapped in a tight nightgown drew a breathtaking curve under the moonlight.
"Don't worry about it, Your Excellency. Let's go."
The woman's voice sounded like it had been soaked in an icy spring. When she dragged Su Shiyu off the eaves, the rhythm of her twisting waist mimicked the rhythm of some kind of snake shedding its skin.
Upon hearing this, Su Shiyu turned his head to look at Xu Yunfan while being pulled away by the woman. Especially because of the long pestle behind him, he hesitated for a moment, and finally quickly followed the woman in black down the eaves.
Although it felt somewhat familiar, given Xu Yunfan's personality, he probably wouldn't join in the fun.
Su Shiyu gave up the idea of speaking out.
Watching Su Shiyu walk away and disappear around the corner with the woman in black, Xu Yunfan shook his head slightly and stopped thinking about it.
"Who are you?"
A thunderous roar suddenly exploded in the distance, and it turned out that the monks in the temple had reacted.
Eighteen torches sprang up like red snakes, and the muffled sound of the monks' copper sticks hitting the ground startled all the rats in the temple.
With so many people here, it would be strange if they weren't discovered.
Good opportunity!
Xu Yunfan's foot arch suddenly straightened, and his 230-pound body shot towards the backyard of Thousand Buddha Temple like an arrow.
The tremendous force released from his shins could easily create spider-web-like cracks in the tiles, but he would spin around with his feet as the axis to relieve the force the moment he touched the tiles. The whole movement was like a giant python turning over, and even the copper bells on the eaves were not disturbed at all.
Xu Yunfan climbed up to the rooftop with great agility and landed silently without causing any noise.
Every time Xu Yunfan landed, he covered the roof with his paws, and then crawled like a big cat, increasing the contact area between himself and the roof, thereby dispersing the sound and reducing the noise.
His flying legs, climbing walls and leaping like a nimble monkey, combined with the silent landing effects of his hunting skills, allowed him to achieve an extremely astonishing level of physical skills.
Especially when the eaves flew away like this, his weight of over 200 pounds didn't feel heavy at all.
This body of muscles, which had been tempered to perfection, stretched in the dark night. The tremors of each muscle turned into precise force, perfectly distributing the weight of the long pestle on the back between the ten fingers and the arches of the feet.
He glanced at the chaos behind him. As the candles in the Thousand Buddha Temple were lit up and the lights were on, most of the guys who sneaked into the temple would probably be beaten out by the monks in the Thousand Buddha Temple with sticks if they did not have enough light body skills.
He climbed over the high wall, climbed onto the roof and lay low, watching hundreds of monks holding copper sticks and rushing quickly to the front yard, led by a dozen martial artists.
He moved with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, his sleeves flying, at an extremely fast speed.
For a moment, the entire backyard was mostly quiet, with only monks carrying lanterns and patrolling in an orderly manner left.
Listening to the shouts and roars coming from the front yard from time to time, which almost echoed throughout the Thousand Buddha Temple, the sounds of weapons clashing and clanging became louder and louder.
Xu Yunfan's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at a group of monks below the room who were passing by with slightly worried looks on their faces.
He seized the opportunity, and like a wild goose, he flipped in mid-air and landed on a terraced house, and began to search slowly.
When Xu Yunfan missed the patrolling monk's lantern for the fifth time, he arrived at a corner of the mountain where the temple was located. He looked at the Buddhist temple in front of him that seemed to be embedded in the mountain. It was surrounded by high walls, and only a corner of the eaves could be seen.
A strange look flashed in Xu Yunfan's eyes, and he was certain that this place was most likely what he wanted to find.
Following the smell, we climbed over the last courtyard wall and passed through the seven-layer glazed roof.
A thick and strange fragrance suddenly rushed into his nasal cavity. Xu Yunfan's nostrils flared, and a rusty and sweet taste rose in his throat.
The smell is like hundreds of spices that have been roasted in a copper furnace for a hundred years, mixed with the sweet and fishy smell of some kind of animal fat.
This is not the ordinary smell of incense, but rather the smell of the devout faith of millions of people.
Suddenly, Xu Yunfan's muscles tensed up and his pupils trembled slightly.
Cold sweat seeped out of his palms as he clung to the eaves. The palace before him was like a living thing, swallowing up mist that came from nowhere.
The relief of eight twisted arms on the vermilion lacquer lintel of the Buddhist temple kept swaying and changing their gestures as he looked.
It turned out to be a problem with the carving technique.
After a while, Xu Yunfan relaxed his muscles slightly. He looked up and saw that the eaves he was holding had been pressed three inches deeper by his finger force.
Xu Yunfan was silent, feeling something was wrong, and immediately considered backing out.
This place is too weird, it's better to leave first.
After a moment of thought, Xu Yunfan hooked his hand and climbed onto the roof. He took a step forward and was about to step out of the high wall when he felt the scene in front of him become slightly blurry.
By the time he reacted, he had already landed in front of the Buddhist temple.
The moment the copper lock on the gate turned into powder before his eyes, a cold mist poured out of the palace gate.
Xu Yunfan's pupils suddenly shrank. Behind the wide-open Buddhist temple, what came into view was a three-headed Bodhisattva statue on the altar, which was slowly turning in the incense.
The head in the middle has compassion and drooping eyes, the left side has angry eyes and fangs, while the right side has empty black eye sockets. The eight arms below are making hand seals, as if they are about to step down from the altar in the next moment.
A dark red tint seeped through the gilded patterns on the altar, clearly the result of dried blood soaking through centuries-old scriptures.
Both sides of the Buddhist temple are filled with statues of various Arhats and Bodhisattvas. However, in such a strange environment, their originally solemn and kind faces have become sinister and weird, and they look vicious.
"You are affected by an ominous aura, and some hallucinations seem to be appearing before your eyes."
Xu Yunfan's expression changed slightly. Without any hesitation, he immediately pinched the Lin character seal with his hand and silently recited the Shangshan Ruoshui mantra in his heart.