‘Tianwei Hall’ is guarded by more than ten female crowns.
There are also Kun Dao female crowns sweeping and cleaning the hall.
This temple is independent in a courtyard, surrounded by green pines and cypresses.
Inside the temple, there are curls of incense and rows of bronzes, creating a Taoist scene with a pure heart and few desires.
However, every one of the female crowns walking here is as beautiful as a flower and has a graceful figure. Even if their exquisite curves are covered by a black and red robe, the amorous feelings they occasionally reveal inadvertently still make people feel distraught.
There are many female crowns in this Tianwei Hall, they don't look like Xuanmen disciples, but they look like the red shopkeepers in Qin Tower and Chu Hall.
"Master of the Altar." The female crown who was serving the statue of the 'Wutong God' in the hall turned around and saw 'Yuan Kong' walking into the temple. A smile immediately appeared on her face and she gave a full smile to 'Yuan Kong'.
Bye, with a romantic look on his face, he said, "Some golden-robed masters came to the altar earlier. They didn't stay here for long, saying that you told them something important.
They only ordered a few maids each and left with them.
During your absence these days, in addition to those golden-robed masters, many officials and gentry in Yunzhou City, as well as children from wealthy families, have frequent interactions with the maids in our garden.
Thinking about it, there will be many happy events in our garden before long."
'Yuankong' glanced at the female crown who was reporting to him in a soft voice. The female crown immediately put her weak and boneless body against his arm. He turned slightly sideways and avoided the body that the female crown was leaning towards.
Ignoring Nu Guan's resentful gaze, he walked upright to the statue of Wutong God.
On the altar table in front of the statue, take off an armor and horse talisman.
"How long have those golden-robed masters been there?"
"It must have been four or five hours," the female crown responded.
"In four or five hours, we will be able to notify some of the Dharma channels." 'Yuan Kong' whispered, and then wrote on the Jiama Talisman, "After you go to the various Dharma channels to pass on the news, lead them to
Come meet me in the courtyard.
Let them know that I will entertain them in the courtyard."
After leaving a few words on each piece of armor and horse talisman and writing the corresponding person's birthday and horoscope, 'Yuan Kong' burned the armor and horse talisman into ashes. He turned to look at the female crown who was bowing to the side and waited.
He said: “In recent days, which girls in the garden have become pregnant?
Send them all to my residence tonight."
"yes……"
…
The red peach wood sword dragged the thunder light, flew back from the distant sky, and fell steadily into Su Wu's palm.
He pushed down the mountain-shaped altar in front of him and extinguished a pair of red candles.
Turn around and leave from here.
The sun on the western sky has fallen below the horizon, leaving only a few residual lights shining slightly on the western sky. A layer of shadow gradually covers the various temples of Tianwei Taoist Temple, and there is a certain uneasy feeling in the sky.
Sprouting in the dark.
Many Taoist temples fell into complete silence.
The Tianwei Taoist disciples who could be seen everywhere during the day were hiding somewhere now. Su Wu walked along the road but did not see a single disciple of the Tianwei Taoist altar.
The skylight in the west has disappeared,
Tianwei Taoist Temple also fell into deep sleep,
Except for the candles burning in the temples dedicated to the gods, there was not a single light burning anywhere else.
Step, step, step...
Su Wu walked leisurely in this uneasy darkness. Even in the thick darkness, he never lost his way. His footsteps could be heard far away in the darkness, and then, from many houses and buildings
From a distance covered by staggered stacks, the sound of footsteps could be heard intermittently, just like the echo of Su Wu's footsteps.
Step, step, step...
Following the footsteps, a figure walked out of the alley between the two big houses.
That figure, wearing a red Taoist robe that only the masters in the Tianwei Taoist altar were qualified to wear, staggered out of the alleyway, walked aimlessly between the buildings, and approached Su Wu in a daze.
Tap tap tap!
After the 'Master', there was another set of footsteps that were obviously much faster.
A figure in blue and black robes ran out of the thorn, holding a lantern in her left hand. Inside the paper lantern, the light swayed violently, making her shadow suddenly extremely huge, and suddenly became extremely small.
The 'Master' who was staggering towards Su Wu turned around and faced the figure holding the lantern.
Behind 'him', stood a thin white shadow.
The white shadow was like a bamboo pole, three to four feet high. It had a slender head and slender limbs. The head was hung with jet black hair, which swept around the 'Master's' face.
As the 'Master' turned towards the female crown holding the lantern,
The 'thin bamboo pole' behind the 'Master' opened its arms, and with its slender pale fingers, it fished out some scattered Dao patterns and rhymes, and gathered them into two mourning sticks in its palms.
The mourning stick cross-swept silently towards the female crown holding the lantern——
Nu Guan nervously glanced behind the 'master', but she was not looking at the 'thin bamboo pole' behind 'him', but instead turned her gaze to Su Wu, who was approaching silently behind the 'thin bamboo pole'.
Su Wu briefly exchanged eyes with Nu Guan, and he stopped.
The thin woman with a pale face put down the lantern and opened the sleeve of her left hand. On her snow-white and thin arms, horizontal eyes suddenly appeared.
Eyes the size of pinholes——
All eyes are fixed on the 'thin bamboo pole' behind 'Master'!
The smell of burnt paper filled the air.
The 'thin bamboo pole' turned into a paper figure and was burned to ashes under the watchful eyes, and a stream of black smoke rushed into the sky.
‘Master’ fell to the ground.
His chest rose and fell slightly, but he was still breathing, and he was still alive!
Nu Guan picked up the paper lantern on the ground, smoothed down the sleeves of her robe, covered her arms, stood opposite Su Wu, looked at Su Wu uneasily, and was about to say something.
Su Wu withdrew his gaze from observing the master on the ground and said to Nu Guan, "Here we go again."
"ah!"
The female crown turned around in a hurry——
Several Tianwei Taoist disciples in green and black Taoist robes staggered out from the dark corner, followed by a series of 'thin bamboo poles'. Seven or eight Tianwei disciples lined up in a long queue and walked towards the female crown, shaking their heads.
The slender white shadows behind him suddenly overlapped - blood suddenly dripped from the slender face of 'Thin Bamboo Pole',
Four rows of bleeding eyeballs appeared on his face,
The tongue in his mouth hung down to the tops of Tianwei's disciples' heads, constantly dripping fishy blood.
Wisps of strange charm emanate from this strange overlapping white shadow!
Like the thin bamboo pole before, it opened its arms, inserted its long and sharp claws into the void, and 'salvaged' strands of avenue patterns from an unknown place, turning them into mourning sticks in its hands.
The strange white shadow fiercely waved the mourning stick——
The mourning stick turned into nothingness in an instant, and the next moment it hit the female crown hard on the back!
She staggered, unable to stop, and ran forward a few steps - the mourning stick hit her, which made her "sexual soul" somewhat scattered. She raised her face, and three rows of horizontal eyes appeared on her face.
The pinhole-like eyes are facing the strange white shadow in the sky!
Waves of burnt and rotten smells emanated from the strange white figure,
It turned into a paper man. Invisible flames clung to the paper man's body, causing it to quickly become charred black. When the wind blew, it scattered into paper ashes!
Plop! Plop!
Seven or eight Tianwei disciples fell to the ground one after another.
Nu Guan also knelt down on the ground, trying hard to collect her scattered consciousness. Su Wu stepped behind her. The bright sun shone silently, and the energy of his mind flowed through it, quickly recovering Nu Guan's injuries.
He looked at the seven Tianwei disciples lying on the ground.
Among the seven disciples,
One of them had lost his breath and was already dead. His body was rapidly decaying, emitting waves of putrid smell.
——The rancid smell emanating from the strange white shadow just now actually came from this dead disciple.
I don’t know if he died before being possessed by the strange white shadow.
Or will it die quickly after being attached and the body will rot at an accelerated rate?
"Junior sister Ding Ling, what's going on?" Su Wu helped up the thin female crown - Ding Ling.
The pairs of treacherous eyes growing on Ding Ling's face squirmed and quickly retracted under the skin. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Su Wu at all, and said in a low voice: "This is the 'Guard of Resentment'.
Every night, they come out."
"The God of Resentment's ceremonial guard?" Su Wu looked at the Hunyuan bun on Ding Ling's head, and then asked, "The God of Resentment is also a deity on the Tianwei Taoist altar? Or is it a folk god?"
"He is an altar god who is the main worshiper at the Black Nunnery Altar in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple.
it……"
Ding Ling's nose twitched slightly, already smelling the putrid smell.
Her expression became anxious: "I can't say any more to you. Every moment you are delayed here, the resentful god's car-driving ceremonial guard will take away the lives of many innocent people!
I, I’m leaving first!”
The female master held a lantern, her clothes swaying, and she was already running towards the temple in the distance.
"Take me with you. Together we can wipe out the ceremonial guards of the Resentful God faster." Su Wu followed Cauldron Ling silently. After seeing Cauldron Ling hesitate for a moment and nod, he suddenly had an idea - Female
The shadow under the master's feet boiled, and then dragged her whole body into the shadow!
Su Wu took the cauldron spirit and shuttled quickly through the shadow world,
Collect the people from Tianwei Taoist Temple who are staggering around in Fengshan Mountain!
The Fengshan Mountain below has been completely blocked by the "Evil Temple Gate Curse" of Zhenren Chilong. Except for the "Wutongshen" who can use the power of the temple system to travel through the eight blocked gates, no one else can pass.
Gathered on the mountain were already more than 90% of the disciples of the Tianwei Taoist Altar.
However, more than 90% of the disciples, regardless of whether they are Grand Master, Red-robed Master, or ordinary disciples, are driven around by the Resentful God's ceremonial guard at night. Except for the 'Cauldron Spirit', no one can be spared!
Even those evil masters whose heads were beheaded and killed in the daytime are now shaking their headless bodies, driven by "thin bamboo poles", staggering among the mountain steps and Taoist temples, as if they are careless.
Destination Wandering!
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