The wind is howling.

Above the magic weapon, the old Taoist Yixin finished speaking and punched him in his palm:

"The old Taoist was originally planning to sacrifice and refine a magic weapon and then go down the mountain to help the disciple, but he didn't expect that early this morning, Shen Yunzi's soul lamp was dim and perhaps it had been unexpected..."

"No one preaches, spontaneous fanaticism?"

After hearing this, Zhong Shenxiu felt a little tricky and comforted her: "It's just that the soul lamp is dim and has not been extinguished. Maybe it's just trapped by the seal, and there is still hope..."

This soul lamp technique is a magic of inheritance in one-centered viewing. It lights one for every introductory monk and stores it in the ancestral hall. The lamp will be extinguished and the person will die.

It is just dim at this time, which means there is still hope.

Luojiazhuang is very close, and Yixin’s old Taoist is rushing again. Half a day later, Zhong Shenxiu saw a small village.

The old Taoist Yixin lowered the magic weapon and said to Zhong Shenxiu: "My disciple finally said that he wanted to explore the ruined temple. Perhaps the danger was there. What do fellow Taoist think?"

"Then you might as well go and have a look..."

Zhong Shenxiu agreed, and her inspiration was thriving, and suddenly she felt something was wrong: "This village... seems to be no living person."

"That's true?"

The old Taoist Yixin was extremely surprised and first pinched a magic trick to protect his body before entering the village.

Huh!

The west wind blew, and the sound of the door slapping that had not yet been closed came from the street.

No matter the street or the house, there is no one.

The breeze is lonely and makes the scalp numb.

"It seems that what Shen Yunzi did to cause a change in this place. So many villagers will not disappear together..."

Zhong Shenxiu didn't care about hiding at this time, and emitted the light of Taiqing Refining Demon Immortal.

This magic is the true teaching of the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect. It can refine demons, protect the body, and prevent all evil from invading.

At the same time, he was ready to mobilize the headless Count at any time, and the inspiration continued to spread like a spider web.

The old Taoist Yixin looked solemn and took out a small peach wood sword.

He did not recognize Zhong Shenxiu's protective spell and said calmly: "The villagers of Yizhuang are missing? Must be a major event that shocked the counties? But the government did not send anyone here? Perhaps the news has not spread in the past two days..."

"I want to go to the dilapidated temple."

Zhong Shenxiu nodded? Stepping on the ground made of bluestone? Moving forward slowly.

Suddenly, his inspiration was touched and he reached out to grab it.

A piece of straw paper rolled in the air? Grabbed by the right hand? It slowly unfolds.

It turns out that the above is a kind of font like a child's graffiti? I copied a few nonsense scriptures? Is there a lot of typos and wrong sentences? It makes me feel dizzy at a glance.

"Huh? No!"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at it? Suddenly, she felt that the black stroke seemed to have turned into some kind of wriggling bug.

His inspiration was triggered again, and scenes seemed to appear before his eyes.

It was a pale and blood-filled scholar facing a book? A scene of studying hard day and night.

The scene changed? The scholar's expression became fanatical? He used his blood to transform ink? He copied the scriptures.

The picture turns again. In a rural workshop, the paper printed with woodblocks is being baked and dried...

Among the countless carvings displayed on the table? One carvings seemed to be damaged and had a wrong version.

Those misprinted words were eventually combined into one sentence.

No! That is the name of a scripture - "The Sutra of the Original Vow of the Great Master of Black Lotus"!

...

"Fellow Taoist! Fellow Taoist!"

Zhong Shenxiu heard the call of the old Taoist Yixin, and he breathed a long time and became awake.

"As soon as fellow Taoist saw this straw paper, he became stunned. The old Taoist almost thought he was suppressed and wanted to use the Qingxin Mantra or the Suppression Method to save you..."

Seeing him awake, the old Taoist priest also breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "What's the magic on this paper?"

"There is no confusing spells attached to this, but it is touched with a trace of evil aura...or rather, it is somewhat similar to the power of the evil gods in the West..."

Zhong Shenxiu expressed his judgment: "The Black Lotus Master behind this scene is probably not something you and I can handle."

"How dare the old Taoist dare to have such extravagant expectations? He only asked to save his apprentice, but when he returned, he would seal his mind, and at most he would write a letter and hand it over to the Luozhou government to resolve the matter..."

The old Taoist Yixin quickly shook his hands.

"This is exactly what I want. Go to the ruined temple and then leave."

Zhong Shenxiu nodded and said.

He had a premonition that the disciple who was dedicated to the old Taoist was probably in danger.

There was no clue worth mentioning in a small village with empty people. The two of them walked like flying and came to a dilapidated temple.

The plaque of this temple has disappeared for a long time. I don’t know which one took it to chop it and burn it. The other doors and windows are roughly the same, leaving only a frame, which seems to collapse at any time. You can tell at a glance that it has been abandoned for a long time, and I don’t know which god is enshrined.

Zhong Shenxiu and Yixin Laotao were both stable people. They did not rashly enter and used spiritual eye magic to peek into the temple.

This dilapidated temple is not big, and you can see it at a glance. On the altar of the hall where you enter the entrance hall, there is a Vajra, probably the Buddhist guardian.

It is eight feet tall, with knotty muscles, holding a magic bell in hand, and roaring in anger, but because no one has taken care of it for a long time, the golden paint on the divine body fell, with a layer of black ashes.

"Everything is normal inside this temple."

The old Taoist Yixin was a little lost.

If there is no clue, where will his second apprentice go to find it?

"Go in and take a look..."

Zhong Shenxiu felt something was wrong, but this was a small place. As long as it was not the base camp of the Black Lotus Sect, he was not too afraid.

The two of them walked into the temple one by one.

At this time, as a [herder], Zhong Shenxiu pressed his eyebrows and became more inspiring.

‘Death, death…there is a place filled with rich death…the villagers’ ends are 80% dead…but so many people die at once, where are their souls placed?’

With a little doubt, Zhong Shenxiu looked at the King Kong.

Click!

Click!

A slight cracking sounded.

The old Taoist Yixin suddenly looked up and looked at the god.

Above the other party's face shaped by the clay body, spider-web-like cracks appeared, shattering inch by inch, revealing the face of a man in his thirties.

He was stunned and burst into tears: "Disciple..."

"Is this Shen Yunzi?!"

Zhong Shenxiu also looked at that face.

At this time, the flesh and blood squirmed on the other party's face, and the third eye suddenly opened its eyebrows!

On his cheeks, black hair was like a small insect, constantly drilling in and out.

Bang!

The statue of the Vajra Protector God shattered, and the mud-like substance fell on the ground, emitting a strong breath of blood, giving Zhong Shenxiu a feeling of flesh and blood mud.

The last thing that appeared in front of him was a monster!

Shen Yunzi's chest was exposed, and there were painful and twisted faces on it, almost covering his whole body.

Just a glance made people feel a sense of headache.

‘Going into being a demon? Some of the inferior immortalized states? How could he become like this? He was influenced by higher-ranking people?!’

One thought after another flashed through Zhong Shenxiu's heart.
Chapter completed!