Chapter 1132
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The next day.
The Caesal Temple.
Ye Qiu stood in front of the temple and looked up. A simple and ancient temple appeared in his sight.
The temple is magnificent.
Youdaoplaceholder0 and Solemn.
Just like a giant palace.
On both sides of the gate of the temple, there are seventy-two huge stone pillars, and two giant cobras are carved on the door.
Ye Qiu stepped forward and came to the gate of the temple. Just as he was about to blast open the door with a punch, unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened at this time.
A monk walked out from the inside.
The monk is about twenty years old, wearing a red cassock and a big silver ring on his right ear.
Seeing Ye Qiu, the monk was stunned for a moment, and then said a few words gibberish.
Ye Qiu didn’t understand a single word and directly asked in Chinese： “Where is Kashyapa Nagarjuna？”
The monk looked at Ye Qiu in surprise and asked, “I wonder what the donor is looking for the Venerable for？”
The monk spoke fluent Chinese.
“Where is Kashyapa Nagarjuna？” Ye Qiu asked again.
“Does the donor want to see the Venerable？” the monk asked rhetorically.
Ye Qiu said： “I came here just to find Kashyapa Nagarjuna. If you know where he is, please take me to see him.”
“Donor, where is the holy maiden？” the monk asked.
Ye Qiu was Doubt ： “Holy maiden？ What holy maiden？”
The monk said： “Since the donor has come to pay respects to the Venerable, don’t you know the Venerable’s rules？”
“Whoever wants to see the Venerable must offer a young and beautiful holy maiden.”
“Otherwise, it is impossible to see the Venerable.”
Ye Qiu suddenly remembered that there was an ancient tradition in Tianzhu that after girls from poor families entered puberty they would be forced to sell themselves to the temple and serve the elders of the temple.
This is the origin of the holy maiden.
They also have another name, called temple prostitutes.
These holy maidens are very pitiful. They cannot marry, cannot have feelings, and have to serve the elders of the temple all their lives until they are old and faded, and finally die alone.
To put it bluntly, they are slaves！
Ye Qiu didn’t expect that there was such a rule to meet Kasyapa Nagarjuna.
Since the donor has not brought a holy maiden, please go back！” After the monk finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.”
Wait a minute.
Ye Qiu pointed to the temple and asked, “Is Kasyapa Nagarjuna inside？”
The reason why he had to ask clearly was to worry about making a wasted trip.
As long as it is determined that Kasyapa Nagarjuna is inside, then he doesn’t have to be so polite.
Donor, I just said that if you want to see the venerable, you must offer a young holy maiden, otherwise you will not be able to see the venerable. Hurry up and leave！
The monk impatiently waved his hand.
Ye Qiu said, “I am looking for Kasyapa Nagarjuna to discuss important matters. I’m afraid you can’t afford to delay the important matter. I’ll ask you one last time. Is Kasyapa Nagarjuna inside？”
The monk said, “The venerable is naturally in the temple. I wonder what the donor wants to see the venerable for？”
“Kill him.” Ye Qiu’s tone suddenly turned cold, and he pointed out with a finger.
Whoosh！
The sword energy pierced through the monk’s brow, and with a “clang” sound, the young monk fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, dead with regret.
Ye Qiu ignored the corpse and stepped into the gate.
After entering the door, a huge square appeared in front of Ye Qiu. There was a group of monks sweeping the floor on the square.
Ye Qiu’s appearance attracted the attention of this group of sweeping monks.
One of the middle-aged monks walked over, his face full of sternness, chattering non-stop.
Ye Qiu couldn’t understand the Indian language, but through the expression and tone of the middle-aged monk. he could guess that this monk was telling him to get out.
“Boom！”
Without saying a word, Ye Qiu punched and blew up the monk.
The other several monks were all shocked by Ye Qiu’s methods and stood there dumbfounded, not recovering for a long time.
Obviously, they didn’t expect that someone would dare to kill people in the temple.
Taking this opportunity.
Ye Qiu rushed out and punched out several times like lightning, blowing up several monks.
Then, he stepped towards the inside of the temple.
Along the way, Ye Qiu encountered dozens of more monks, and without exception, all were killed.
Ye Qiu continued to go deeper into the temple.
Suddenly, a middle-aged monk with a kind face blocked the front.
The monk looked about forty-five years old, with a round face and broad ears. He was wearing a red kasaya and holding a vajra pestle in his hand.
Ye Qiu noticed that the kasaya on the monk was sewn with gold thread and his face was full of dignity.
He realized that this monk’s status in the temple was probably not low.
“Where is Kasyapa Nagarjuna？” Ye Qiu asked, without concealing the killing intent on his body.
The middle-aged monk said, “Benefactor, you have fallen into the devil’s way. If you don’t turn back, you will regret it…”
Clang！
Before the middle-aged monk could finish speaking, Ye Qiu stimulated a sword qi with his fingertip and slashed it out.
The middle-aged monk’s reaction was not slow. He quickly blocked the sword qi with the vajra pestle.
Dang！
There was a loud noise.
The vajra pestle was instantly shattered.
The middle-aged monk was shaken back more than a dozen steps before he could stabilize his body. A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth and his face became Solemn .
Buzz！
The middle-aged monk spread his arms and nine auras of true qi emerged behind him, with a monstrous momentum.
Then, the middle-aged monk clenched his fists and a faint golden light burst out on his fists.
At the same time, the middle-aged monk’s kind and benevolent appearance disappeared, replaced by a face full of killing intent.
“No matter who you are, if you dare to cause trouble in the temple, you deserve to die.”
“I advise you to commit suicide and apologize.”
“Otherwise…”
Ye Qiu interrupted and said, “Or what do you want to do？”
”Or I will send you to hell.”
After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, his figure was like lightning, and he punched directly at Ye Qiu’s heart.
When his fist was blasted out, there was a sound of wind and thunder, extremely powerful.
After all, this middle-aged monk is a strong man who has cultivated nine channels of true energy. If he were on the God Ranking, he would also be one of the top three on the God Ranking.
However, Ye Qiu showed no fear at all.
He had even killed a cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishment. How could he be afraid of a master with nine channels of true energy？
Ye Qiu stood there motionless. Only when the middle-aged monk’s fist was still half a meter away from him did he make a move.
Ye Qiu spread his five fingers of his right hand, quickly grabbed the middle-aged monk’s fist, and squeezed it hard.
”Click！”
The monk’s fist burst into a blood mist.
”Ah…”
The middle-aged monk let out a shrill scream.
Just at this moment, Ye Qiu’s left hand turned into a palm knife, like a peerless divine weapon, releasing a sharp edge, and quickly chopped on the middle-aged monk’s body.
Puff——
The middle-aged monk’s body was cut in half by Ye Qiu.
In an instant, blood spattered out and spilled all over the ground, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Ye Qiu had no mercy at all.
If it weren’t for these people, how could the soldiers in the Underworld Palace have sacrificed？
You know, those soldiers are the sharp blades of the country, with countless achievements. For a long time, they have been on the front line of defending the country, but in the end, they were brutally killed by others.
Thinking of the tragic situation when they sacrificed, the killing intent in Ye Qiu’s heart was monstrous.
Dong！
Ye Qiu’s footsteps stepped over the body of the middle-aged monk and continued to move forward.
