Mountain climbing. This sport is naturally easy for Yu Tian and Sikong Cuo. It feels like walking on flat ground. But for Liu Ruyan, it is not so easy.

With Yu Tian's help, it took them another full hour before they stopped in front of an ancient building in the mountain.

The high-level gate. The walls on both sides extend greedily to both sides...

"Ghost Wuzong." Yu Tian looked up at the three majestic words on the plaque and muttered. Immediately, he turned to Sikong Cuo and asked seriously: "Have you gone through the formalities for such a large area? Isn't that right? They are all illegal buildings. You should be careful. Demolition of illegal buildings is very serious now..."

"Pfft..." Liu Ruyan laughed out loud at Yu Tian's sudden words.

She didn't understand what kind of head Yu Tian had. In such an atmosphere and such a scene, he would actually think of the word "destroying violations".

Sikong Cuo lowered his head. Although he couldn't see his expression, Yu Tian clearly felt his anger.

"Hey, being so easily angered is not a good thing for martial arts practitioners. If you cultivate your body without cultivating your mind, you won't be able to appreciate the essence of martial arts." Yu Tian changed the subject again and said.

Sikong Cuo was stunned for a while. He suddenly realized that no matter what Yu Tian said or did, he was not at all what he expected.

Did he...do it on purpose?

"This is the headquarters of our Oni Wuzong. These buildings have a history of more than a thousand years," Sikong Cuo said.

"Oh...it turns out to be an illegal building from more than a thousand years ago..."

"..."

"By the way. It has such a long history. How come these buildings haven't collapsed yet? Can people live here?"

Since Sikong Cuo was born, today is the day with the best temper. He even admires himself for not getting angry and taking action. He still patiently explained: "We will renovate it after a certain period of time."

"Oh. So that's it. Have you gone to the Housing Authority to register?"

Sikong mistakenly wanted to hit the wall.

Is this guy the master they call him?

The four words "martial arts master" are so sacred. If they can be applied to this guy, they are too nondescript.

He silently decided in his heart that apart from fighting him, it would be better to have as little contact with him as possible in the future. Otherwise, sooner or later, he would be angry to death.

Sikong Cuo stopped talking and led Yu Tian and Liu Ruyan up the steps of Guimu Sect.

After entering the gate, a courtyard as big as a football field came into view. The courtyard was lifeless. There was only an old man in a black robe slowly sweeping the floor there. His expression was dull, as if he had no soul.

Under the leadership of Sikong Cuo, several people walked through the courtyard of Guimumen. When they came to a small courtyard at the back, their eyes suddenly opened up.

Although it is winter and the leaves on the trees have fallen off, the transplanted bonsai are still simple and elegant, adding endless vitality to the small yard. Compared with the big yard outside, it seems like two worlds.

In the small courtyard, there is a small building. It is a thousand-year-old building. After they have renovated it countless times, they have actually made it look a little western-style. It looks like a small western-style building.

"Advocate for foreigners and favor foreigners." Yu Tian muttered.

From the outside, the small building looked nothing special. But when Yu Tian walked in, his scalp felt numb. Liu Ruyan even shouted in surprise.

You must know that Liu Ruyan is not an ordinary woman. But facing the decoration inside, she can't keep calm.

The inside of the small building is a little dark. There are ten statues as tall as a person on both sides. These ten statues are all fierce and ferocious. However, the carvings are lifelike. In the dim environment, they even look like real people.

"Damn, who are you trying to scare with these monsters?" Yu Tian said dissatisfied. It didn't matter if he scared himself. But he felt bad for Xiao Yanyan if he scared him.

"Don't talk nonsense. They are not monsters." Sikong Cuo said with the same dissatisfaction.

"It's not a monster. What is that?" Yu Tian looked at the ten statues in confusion. No matter how they looked at them, they didn't look like humans.

"Ten Halls of Hell." Sikong Cuo hadn't answered yet. Instead, Liu Ruyan spoke early.

"The Ten Palaces of Yama. What is it? I have heard of King Yama." Yu Tian curled his lips and said.

Liu Ruyan had recovered from her panic. She spoke up and explained for Yu Tian: "The Ten Palaces of Yama are responsible for judging ghosts. And King Yama is the most famous among them. He is also the head of the Ten Palaces. So he is the one we hear about the most. Among these ten statues, in addition to King Yama, there are nine other kings. They are King Guang of Qin, King Chujiang, King Song, King Wu Guan, King Cheng, King Taishan, King City, King Waiting, and Five Ways of Transformation. King of Wheels.”

"You are quite knowledgeable." Sikong Cuo was a little surprised that a girl could actually know the Tenth Palace Yama.

"You guys are knowledgeable but not knowledgeable. What you are calling is making up mysteries and engaging in feudal superstition." Yu Tian knew that it doesn't cost money to label someone randomly.

"You..." Sikong Cuo could no longer bear it: "I will only tell you this once. My patience has its limit."

"You're angry again." Yu Tian seemed to have transformed into Tang Monk. "I have already warned you. Those who practice martial arts must cultivate their bodies, and even more importantly their minds. Just like you, you will never be able to touch the way of sincerity in your life. I see that your bones are exquisite. It is indeed suitable for martial arts training. His talent should be pretty good too. It’s a pity. The only problem is that his martial arts heart is not strong enough.”

Sikong Cuo snorted coldly and quickened his pace to lead the way.

He didn't want to talk to Yu Tian anymore. Not even a word.

He couldn't stand it. He really couldn't stand it.

Miso miso miso. Sikong Cuo quickly led the two of them up to the second floor. He stopped at the door of a room and knocked on the door gently. The sound of coming in came from inside.

Entering the room, Yu Tian once again felt the gloomy atmosphere here. Although there was a light inside, Yu Tian doubted whether the light bulb had ten watts. It was almost comparable to a candle.

The decoration inside is very retro. All furniture is made of wood. There are basically no modern electronic products in sight.

Two middle-aged men sit on mahogany chairs.

One is an old man wearing a black robe. This man has sparse hair on his head and a bloodless face. His eyes are large and protruding, covered with bloodshot eyes. And his biggest feature is a hunchback. The entire back is almost ninety percentile to the body. It's vertical. It looks extremely scary.

The old man looked at Yu Tian with great interest. Those bloody eyes seemed to want to see through him.

Sitting at the top was a bald man in plain clothes. His face was as pale as death. And half of his head was actually tattooed with a pattern that looked like a secret script, or a certain totem.

Although the bald head and mysterious patterns make people feel very tough, I have to admit that this man is very handsome and beautiful.

Yes. Very beautiful. Among men, he can definitely be called beautiful.

Oval face. Impeccable facial features.

He gives people a feeling of femininity. But this femininity will invisibly put endless pressure on people.

Terrible pressure.
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