"Huh" the breeze blew gently through the withered yellow grass, curling a few dry grass leaves.
The sky was overcast at the moment, and the clouds were as heavy as lead and weighed down very low, just like Li Huowang's mood at the moment.
After these days of hard work, he has arrived at Qingqiu, but can it really be called Qingqiu in front of him?
The vast expanse of green silk-like carpet in the past has disappeared, replaced by dry and yellow dry grass.
This situation was worse than what he had experienced before. If the grass was just turning yellow before, now the grassland seemed to be dying. He couldn't help but worry about Sun Baolu.
However, compared to Qingqiu, Li Huowang's own big trouble has not yet been solved, and he has not yet had the time to care about what is going on.
As Li Huowang gently clamped his legs towards the horse's belly, the handsome horse with the talisman attached to it rode towards the city in the distance.
It was the city of Qingqiu. What was its specific name? Li Huowang remembered someone telling him once, but he didn't remember it now. The only thing he remembered was the solid piles of cow dung and sheep dung on the ground.
Although Qingqiu's Khan went to conquer the battlefield in person, it was obvious that there were still people in charge of things in this city that smelled of livestock.
As soon as Li Huowang walked into the city gate, several Qingqiu cavalrymen who stared at tall red hats blocked his way.
Without opening his mouth, a deep voice came from the cavalryman's belly. "Where are you from? Where are you going?"
Li Huowang took out Daliang Si Tianjian's waist badge and threw it over, then pointed with his finger at the majestic temple in the distance. "I have something to do with the master of your Zhongyin Temple."
Just as these cavalrymen were carefully inspecting the badge thrown by Li Huowang, the onlookers from Qingqiu all made way for them and prostrated themselves on the ground.
Soon two rows of lamas wearing black leather jackets clasped their hands and walked slowly past them and came to Li Huowang.
They are obviously also from Qingqiu, with dark skin and thin bodies, but without exception, they are all old people, and they are all the kind of old people whose faces are covered with age spots or wrinkles, almost approaching the point of death.
Li Huowang saw this kind of lama once when he was in Qingqiu. It seemed that the Zhongyin Temple knew his identity and sent someone to pick him up.
They didn't say anything, bowed to Li Huowang, then turned and walked towards the steeple-top Zhongyin Temple.
Li Huowang took one look and dismounted. Not daring to show any impudence to the cavalry, he turned around and followed the lamas.
A tentacle stretched out from his red robe and forcibly snatched the badge back from the hands of the cavalry.
Li Huowang followed these old lamas, walked through the large number of herdsmen who were kneeling on their knees to worship the Zhongyin Temple, and walked along the stairs towards the inside.
Although the Zhongyin Temple looks extremely majestic and solemn on the outside, it is very empty inside. There are no redundant Buddha statues, but more various leather murals and various cone-shaped pagodas.
The contents of these leather murals are all kinds of strange, and they seem to have something to do with the myth of Changshengtian.
However, Li Huowang did not forget what he was here for. He asked the old lama who was leading the way: "I am looking for you masters this time because I want to ask you for help with something."
The lamas did not speak. As if they had known something for a long time, they continued to walk into the temple with Li Huowang, passing through the lively debate field, and finally stopped at the deepest house in the Zhongyin Temple.
The old lama spoke inside, and there were voices in the room responding, but what they spoke were all in Qingqiu dialect, and Li Huowang didn't understand a word of it.
But soon, Li Huowang understood again. "Master Li, I have long admired you. Your name." As the extremely weak voice sounded, the dark palace door slowly opened, revealing the dark layout inside.
When Li Huowang walked in, he saw several mummies wearing cockscomb hats hanging by their necks with ropes on the beams in the house.
Although their faces look like skeletons wrapped in a layer of skin, judging from their gorgeous monk robes and various exquisite bone ornaments hanging on their bodies, these mummies have a high status in the Bardo Temple.
Not only does the room not stink, but it is also filled with various cloying fragrances.
Li Huowang looked up at these things, and regardless of whether they were dead or alive, he said straight to the point: "Since you know me, let me make a long story short. I have a serious illness today, and now I need a medicine from Fengdu to save my life. I
A junior brother said, you seem to be quite familiar with it, so please take me to Fengdu."
Feng is the territory of Death Si Ming Kui Ma. Anyone who has anything to do with Si Ming is in trouble. As someone who is unfamiliar with the place, Li Huowang has no intention of taking risks himself.
He had already faced off against the Lion Dance Palace once before, and he didn't want to do it again.
Since the Bardo Temple worships death itself, and since the Yin Temple is now working with them to deal with the teachings, there is no reason for me not to think of ways to get them to help.
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Huowang saw a mummy on the left, shaking slightly from left to right with a creaking sound.
"No? None of this is possible?"
"It's not impossible, Mr. Li, do you know that Feng is not a living Kali?" His words seemed to be mixed with some words that Li Huowang couldn't understand.
"Of course I know. I won't come back to you for help even if I want to find someone alive."
"It's easy to go to Fengdu, but if you go, I'm afraid you'll never get out."
"No way. My friend has been there before and it's not as mysterious as you said. You can just pick me up with the wheel when the time comes."
Li Huowang remembered that Yang Zizi went in confusedly at first, but he finally came out completely.
Although he has Hongzhong's help, is it possible that he is no better than a young boy in this matter?
"Daozhang Li, today is different from the past. We say this for your own good. Go back."
Hearing this, Li Huowang frowned, "Why is it different from the past? Has anything happened to Fengdu during this time?"
"The Mahakala moved. It should have died at the bottom of Qingqiu forever. It should not have moved." Another mummy spoke.
"What did you say?" When Li Huowang heard this, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. The Mahakala he was talking about was probably the Death Commander.
"We have stood on Qingqiu for generations to offer sacrifices to people and animals, as a gift to our hearts, bodies, and emptiness, just to make Mahakala feel at ease in Kalaya."
"Perhaps due to fate, he has left his previous position in Mahakala today."
"Then after the Mahakala you mentioned left his position, what does it have to do with Fengdu?"
He had been working hard all the way to get here. If he just went back without doing anything, Li Huowang would not be willing to accept it.
"No, Master Li, you don't understand. Mahakala is the wrathful aspect of Mahavatar. Every time he moves his finger, a whole village of people will die in the world. Every time he takes a step, a whole town of people will die. Every time he moves,
One foot will kill an entire city."
This chapter has been completed!