Chapter 62 I am the Divine Fist, and also Lee Sin

"No Yuan 1000."

"Ionia."

"It is rumored that there is a temple near the Silana Monastery at the northernmost tip of the archipelago."

"And this temple is filled with treasures of inestimable value."

"then."

"Someone has evil intentions."

The afterglow of the setting sun shines down.

In the dense mountain forest, three black shadows were leaping rapidly in the winding jungle.

"Come on, you two!"

Wu Ren, wrapping himself in a black robe, shouted to his two companions behind him.

"coming."

Hota climbed down from the rock, threw down the heavy hatchet, and looked around: "Where is the temple?"

Wu Ren pointed to a bush in the distance, "See it? There!"

Hota looked in the direction he pointed and vaguely saw an arched dome with curved eaves and painted on it.

At this time, Morta came over panting, put his arm on Hota's shoulder, and also looked at the building behind the bush.

"The temple is actually real!" he exclaimed in surprise.

Hota spat on the ground, "As long as the treasure inside is real."

Then, he drew out the long sword that he had polished to a shine, and continued, "We are risking our lives, aren't we?"

Morta coughed twice to calm himself down, then patted Hota on the shoulder:

"Hota, don't worry. This trip is successful. You can buy the palace if you want."

"That's the best. Hold your swords steady, and kill anyone who gets in the way!"

Hota snorted.

In this way, the three bandits quickly crossed the bush and approached the temple.

"Ok?"

"Is this a change of style at the beginning?"

"Of course, otherwise how can I justify the ten minutes of contemplation just now?"

"It's the 1000th year of the No Yuan. This is a long time ago from the time of the previous stories. I wonder what Runeterra looks like at this time."

"Ionia, I remember this place, it seems to be called 'First Land'."

"Emm, the monastery and temple of Sirana. Is the protagonist a god?"

"No, it just feels like a more special place."

"The bandits stole the temple treasure. The beginning was very refreshing. Come on, Su Shen!!"

At this time, Liu Ciping, who had just finished reading the beginning, looked at the other three judges in surprise:

"This writing style has much less narration than before, and it seems like a pure plot flow."

“Yeah, it’s like making a movie. It’s very immersive.”

Chen Kaige nodded affirmatively, and then continued to add: "It can be seen that he is still constantly adjusting and optimizing the way of storytelling."

Hearing this, Liu Ciping smiled with a gratified expression and said, "He has achieved such an achievement but he remains calm and composed. His accomplishments and qualities are rare."

After hearing the judges' professional comments, the audience shed tears.

"Respect, brothers. Su Shen is so dedicated and hardworking, it would be unreasonable for us not to strongly support him!"

"That's right, everyone, hurry up and like and follow us on Weibo, and join our Eternal Sumen."

"So arrogant? How can the other contestants survive if you do this to me, Su Dada?!"

"Su Shen, please write books full-time in the future. I promise to give you monthly tickets and recommendation tickets every day!"

"In front of the temple."

The three could clearly see that the front of the temple was embedded in a huge rock protruding from the ground, surrounded by blooming colorful flowers.

The temple doors are open.

Inside, in the niches sunk into the wall, there sit golden statues, solemn and majestic, with a sense of majesty without even showing anger.

A cold wind blew by, and Wu Ren, who was walking in front, couldn't help but shiver.

"Why is it so quiet?"

He stopped and looked around suspiciously, "There's not even a guard."

"There are no guards, isn't that just right?"

Hota suddenly said, walked past him and went straight into the temple, "Stop being suspicious and come in quickly!"

After seeing Hota enter the temple safely, Wuren and Morta also let down their guard and followed him in.

Inside, the first thing that catches your eye.

There are two Ionian whip willows standing proudly, their trunks winding like giant dragons, intertwining to form an arch.

Hota's eyes were suddenly attracted by a strange scene -

He saw a dark room carved out of the stone wall on the right. It was dark and gloomy inside, like a tomb.

He climbed in and found another world inside.

The dome is carved with exquisite reliefs and each wall is inlaid with colorful broken glass, emitting a faint glow in the silence.

There are silver-white ivory plates, carved copper pillars, jade bases, black jade statues inlaid with gems, and gold-rimmed statues of Emperor Wu.
Those gods and statues were looking down at the newcomers.

Hota immediately showed a greedy look and grinned, "Take it, take it all!!"

Wu Ren and Morta acted upon hearing the order, quickly put away their swords, and opened their backpacks with excitement.

Sculptures, idols, gems.
Whatever they touched was put into the bag.

"Quick! Morta, don't forget this jade pendant. When we get back to the city, we'll be rich!"

The two ran around, shouting excitedly as they held the treasure.

Hota paced around the room, looking at the two people's excitement, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Back to the city?

Can you go back?

Have fun for a while, I will deal with you two in the woods later.

"Oh my god, there's Lao Liu!"

"Don't talk about martial ethics."

"We are all bandits. Why do you give us orders to work? And, in the end, you will stab us in the back."

"Uren and Morta are here to make fun of me, right? Where are their brains?"

"Free labor, haha."

"It's so tense, I seem to have a premonition of what's going to happen next!"

"time flies."

"The backpacks that the three of them brought were gradually filled to the brim."

Hota leaned against the wall, secretly planning his next conspiracy.

But at this moment.

suddenly.

His ears moved slightly, as if he caught some strange sound nearby.

The sound was very faint, but it definitely fell into his ears.

He frowned and turned his head to look over there.

There, is a statue of a warrior monk.

A full-color clay sculpture, with its back to him, sitting cross-legged with its hands on its knees.

At first glance, there doesn't seem to be anything strange.

But the moment he withdrew his gaze, his body trembled suddenly.

A chill that penetrated into his bones rushed up from his spine to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end.

and many more! !
Somewhat unsure, he took another look.

He immediately discovered something unusual—

That statue's ears are moving? ! !

Hota was startled and immediately became alert.

Unexpectedly, the next second.

The statue actually stood up.

Then, he turned around smoothly, as if a snake that had been coiled for a long time was now stretching its body.

Is it a person?!

After realizing that this was not a statue, Hota's tense heart suddenly relaxed.

The person in front of me was thin and muscular, wearing a pair of loose old trousers and a red silk scarf covering his eyes.

"It turns out he's a blind monk."

Hota let out a long sigh and thought to himself.

A false alarm.

Immediately, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips: "So there's someone here!"

Then he reached out and touched the leather covering the hilt, revealing a hint of ferocity, "It just so happens that I was just about to chop someone down."

The monk did not immediately respond to his provocation, but turned his head to one side.

As if listening to something.

"Three."

His voice was deep and powerful.

"One has a bad lung, the other has a bad heart."

After saying this, the monk slowly turned his head.

Although he couldn't see through the thick red cloth in front of him, he seemed to be able to see through everything and stared straight at Hota.

"You have an injury to your spine, and it flares up every winter."

"The pain is unbearable and will make your body involuntarily lean to the left."

Hota licked his lips nervously and couldn't help asking, "What are you? A prophet?"

The monk did not answer his question, but said calmly:
"I am the Divine Fist, and I am also Lee Sin."

(End of this chapter)