The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#559 - Seven in One

Gong Hao's back was already completely soaked with sweat.

He didn't know if it was his imagination, but after the old monk finished speaking, everyone in the entire hall, including the clay and bronze statues, all turned to look at him.

The temple, which had been bathed in Buddha's light just moments before, instantly became eerie and gloomy.

Gong Hao knew that he was already standing on the edge of a cliff, yet he still hadn't found the seventh fragment.

Now that things had come to this, he could only try anything, even if it seemed hopeless, and raised the six fragments he had pieced together, covering the missing part with his sleeve.

Then he shouted loudly, "Take a look, what is this?"

The old monk's gaze fell on the ring-pommel saber, and he was first startled, then revealed a hint of guilty conscience.

Seeing his expression, Gong Hao was also delighted. It seemed that the events of the sixth year of Jiaping were indeed true, and his hope of escaping today rested on this saber.

However, Gong Hao's happiness didn't last long, as the old monk suddenly raised his eyebrows and said sternly, "What is the meaning of this benefactor bringing a sharp blade into the temple?"

As his words fell, the bronze Arhat statues around Gong Hao also came to life, grabbing their respective weapons and surrounding Gong Hao.

Seeing this, Gong Hao couldn't help but panic and shouted, "Don't you recognize this saber? This is the saber you used when you were an executioner!"

"Nonsense, this old monk is a virtuous monk, how could he do such cruel and bloody deeds? Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger Arhats, where are you? Seize this madman!"

After the old monk finished speaking, two bronze Arhats jumped out from the crowd.

However, before they could make a move, Gong Hao's body had already flown out.

It was Lu Jing next to him who kicked him in the butt, sending Gong Hao directly into the pile of Arhats.

Gong Hao watched as a golden palm grabbed towards his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The talisman just now was one he had hidden on his body to save his life, but unfortunately, there were only three. That is to say, Gong Hao had to draw the formation on the ground before these three talismans were used up.

Although he was not sure whether this formation could withstand the attacks of those Arhats, and he also didn't know if the old monk next to him had other tricks, Gong Hao was unwilling to just wait for his death. He could only take it one step at a time.

While lying on the ground to set up the formation, Gong Hao also had to guard against the sneak attacks of those Arhats. As a result, his speed of setting up the formation not only did not slow down, but actually improved.

No wonder everyone said that only death can stimulate all of a person's potential.

Before the three talisman papers were used up, Gong Hao forcibly drew a formation that would normally take twice as long to draw—Disorderly Sequence.

As he drew the last stroke, the Cloth Bag Arhat carrying a cloth bag had already rushed in front of him, but the next step he took, the Cloth Bag Arhat appeared two zhang away behind Gong Hao.

After that, the Long-Brow Arhat, who didn't believe in evil, had just run to Gong Hao's face when he disappeared. When he reappeared, he was on Gong Hao's east side.

He turned his head and tried to approach Gong Hao again, but this time he collided head-on with the Taming Tiger Arhat who came from the west.

Gong Hao, who was already half-collapsed, collapsed on the ground, watching a group of Arhats going west and east for a while, knowing that he was temporarily safe. While gasping for breath, he thought about how to escape next.

But before he could think of any clues, he heard the old monk not far away speak again, scolding, "How dare you, evil spirits, be presumptuous here!"

Gong Hao didn't react to the words. He was now in a state of not feeling itchy even with more lice.

As long as the old monk didn't make a move, he wouldn't take the verbal attacks to heart at all.

But what Gong Hao didn't expect was that after the old monk finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled, and then, with him as the center, the bluestone bricks shattered one after another.

Even the formation that he had managed to draw was instantly torn apart.

Before Gong Hao could curse, the Arhats who were still playing hide-and-seek with him rushed towards him.

Gong Hao stretched his only remaining hand into his arms, but suddenly remembered that the life-saving talismans had all been used up, and he didn't have time to draw the formation again.

In the end, he was pressed under the Arhats like a pile of Arhats, almost dying on the spot.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the old monk spoke again, ordering the Arhats to stand up, leaving only the Guardian Arhat to tie Gong Hao's hands.

He was tied up in front of him.

Gong Hao's face was pale, and he glanced at Lu Jing, who was still ignorant, and sighed, "I didn't expect that I would die with you. Well, anyway, I have completed Mr. Ji's entrustment."

He didn't expect Lu Jing, who had been bewitched, to answer him. He seemed to be saying this to himself.

But unexpectedly, Lu Jing actually opened his mouth and said leisurely, "Who is dying with you?"

Gong Hao was stunned when he heard the words.

Then he saw Lu Jing put the Zen staff aside and took out a ring-pommel saber from behind.

And that ring-pommel saber was the one he had pieced together before, but at that time he searched the entire temple but couldn't find the last fragment.

This is also why he ended up in this situation.

But the saber that Lu Jing took out again was clearly complete, especially the handle part, without any difference.

"You, were you pretending to be stupid before!" Gong Hao's face changed drastically, "You weren't controlled by this strange object at all?"

In fact, when he asked this question, he already had the answer in his mind. He had been in this hall for a not short time. Although he was in a desperate situation at the moment, at least before the old monk finished speaking, he did not encounter any mental attacks.

It's just that at that time he was focused on finding the saber and had no time to think about other things.

It wasn't until Lu Jing picked up the ring-pommel saber he dropped and installed the handle that Gong Hao understood many things and widened his eyes.

"How is this possible, you... you are actually a sword cultivator?!"

Lu Jing nodded, "I do practice swords."

"Do you have a companion nearby?"

"No, I have only refined two flying swords."

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