Chapter 344 Where Are You, Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen? (2/2)

More importantly, Shen Lian did not sense anything before leaving the temple earlier the day.

He had no idea at all if Chen Jianmei was alive or dead, or his whereabouts.

The disciples who were alive and kicking earlier the day were now ice cold corpse. This was the fragility of life.

Shen Lian turned his body and noticed Fang Yanying.

There was confusion, panic, and sadness in her eyes. She looked at Shen Lian and started coughing.

She coughed up blood, staining the mustard greens in her basket red.

The blood was sprinkled on the fresh and crispy mustard greens. But at the same time, the mustard greens started to wilt at a speed that can be observed with the naked eye.

Shen Lian stepped in front of Fang Yanying and dripped a crystal clear water droplet on her lips. The droplet rippled in her body to rejuvenate the weak vitality in her.

The killing vibes in the temple had yet fully dispersed. Shen Lian was not affected by it was a different story for Fang Yanying.

Obviously, she just got back from plucking the mustard greens to see such a frightening scene.

At the same time, the killing vibes attacked her body.

If Shen Lian did not break off the meaning of Dharma in the characters of the 'Temple of Killing', Fang Yanying could have been dead by the time she arrived at the gates of the temple.

Fang Yanying passed out in Shen Lian's arms. He sighed as he covered the girl with a thin layer of five colored films of light. He carried her into the cultivation room and placed her gently on the stone couch. He expected some killing vibes to linger in the cultivation room but there was nothing odd with the cultivation room.

It was as if an invisible force has prevented the killing vibes from entering the room.

Shen Lian was genuinely surprised. The spell cast on the Temple of Killing was very similar to the way of Dao of hid the living among the dead, and Chen Jianmei's cultivation room was where the vitality was at.

There were more crystal clear droplets on his hands. It was the Sanguang Holy Water.

Shen Lian drips it to the void and gave it a blow, it generated a light breeze. The holy water started to rise, the sound of water gushing could be heard.

The breeze did not stop and the water rose continuously.

It was like a fountain spring that was never depleted.

It grew gradually with the breeze.

By the next day, the courtyard was as clear as a pond of water.

The water started picking up the color of blood but strangely it had no bloody smell. It started with light red, followed by deep red and finally thick blood red. The bloody water then condensed in the centre to form a blood coloured water droplet as big as the size of a green bean.

The blood colored water droplet landed on the Shen Lian's palm. Shen Lian started reciting a spell that sounded like the sound of thunder. Green colored words of spell floated onto the blood droplet and covered it with a green colored halo to form a blood green bead of the size of a soy bean.

Shen Lian kept the bead in his sleeves and walked out of the cultivation room. The Temple of Killing had been cleansed and the deceased disciples were buried beneath the earth with their names carved on a stone tablet respectively. There was a kind of ghostly yet enchanting atmosphere surrounding the temple. Shen Lian put on the lunar corona as his thoughts roamed to somewhere far far away.

He looked up to the moon and thought to himself, ”Senior Apprentice-Brother Chen, where on earth are you?”.