This was an extremely strange scene. The Taoist in gray had a very thin gap between his eyebrows, and this gap spread from the center of his eyebrows to his heels.
When the evil laughter sounded, the gray-robed Taoist's lips did not move, his eyes were dim and lifeless, and his body lay limply on the chair, falling into a ball.
human skin——
It was as if the demon had eaten away the internal organs of the gray-robed Taoist, and then put on this human skin to hide from others.
Not only the Taoist priest in gray, but also several people gathered together in this gorgeous building decorated with orbs.
When the evil laughter resounded unbridled, these people ignored it and kept raising their glasses, looking far away, and laughing. Their limbs were stiff and unnatural, and there was also a faint line between their eyebrows.
Ruoyouruowu's bloody smell is floating in the building. Compared with the toasting laughter from outside, here there is only the sound of cold evil laughter...
"As agreed before, it seems that Shenzu has been held back by Xuan Wenjun's disciples."
This time, another old voice came from afar.
The ancient demon in the skin of a gray-robed Taoist stopped laughing, opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of golden light towards a beam.
On the magnificent white jade pillar, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, enough for two people to hug each other, a thin flower bud actually grew when it was touched by the golden light.
That's a lotus flower——
The color is moon-white, the size of a little finger, but in the blink of an eye, the bud grows up in the wind. The eight white lotus petals stretch out layer by layer, and are well arranged, revealing a golden man sitting in the innermost position with his eyes closed.
Bang!
The white lotuses on the beams and pillars bloomed in layers, and then withered instantly and turned into a handful of flying ash. The golden man jumped down, and his torso also lengthened in the wind, turning into the size of an ordinary person.
The old monk was wearing a golden robe, his hands were as skinny as ghost claws, his face was criss-crossed with ravines, and there was a withered treasure tree on his head, and his expression was pale.
Abbot of Landuo Temple, Cizai!
Cizai frowned and looked around, his eyes shining brightly. Under his clairvoyant sight, the building was covered with ancient runes that resembled snakes. As he looked, those snake-shaped ancient runes
Wen also twisted his body one after another, like a living creature, and looked back at Ci Zai.
"Deep into the enemy camp, young monk, are you still so presumptuous?"
The ancient demon in human skin slowly got up. The moment he got up, the human skin made a crackling sound like fried beans.
He smiled nonchalantly, walked to the serious-faced Ci Zai, and said calmly: "If I hadn't temporarily sacrificed this place to become a divine kingdom, you might have been noticed by the monks of the Vajra Temple as soon as you arrived.
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"The temple master has been sleeping for so many years, but he still has such magical powers." Ci Zai restrained the light in his eyes, took a deep look at the ancient demon next to him, and said word by word: "Seriously, it's terrifying..."
"It's just a small skill, nothing worth mentioning."
The human bodies, whose internal organs had been eaten away, were walking around with stiff skin and waving their hands. Their bodies were soft, like delicate reeds in the wind, folding out various movements that the human body could not make.
In this bizarre scene, Cizai recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, his face expressionless.
Qingshen Temple, the master of the temple!
This holy land born in the Northern Territory has always been mysterious and ancient. It is covered with a thick layer of fog, making it difficult to see through.
The first generation of Qingshen Guanzhu was just an ordinary shepherd boy. By chance, he strayed into ancient ruins that had been buried underground for tens of millions of years or even longer.
It was also there that he found the residence of Qingyao Xuantu Mingguang God.
Regarding the name of this great god, there are different opinions in the world. Some people say that Qing Yao Xuantu God is one of the many names of Qing Emperor, respected as one of the five directions and five elders. However, some people are not convinced, and research has proved that this god
The ancient gods were only one of the saints in the upper realm, and they had already fallen and been killed long before Jedi Tiantong, and no longer showed miracles.
But no matter what, after walking out of the ruins, the shepherd boy of yesteryear was never the same again.
The Green Divine Armor, the incomplete Shinto practice, the Dao Xuan Jade Plate... Relying on these, the shepherd boy became an adult and soon established a great reputation in the Northern Territory and established a sect.
To this day, even King Wei has difficulty giving orders to Qingshen Temple.
This ancient Taoist tradition has always been mysterious, difficult to fathom, and extremely evil. Even Landa Temple, where Cizai is located, almost always leads the Buddhist lineage in the north, and he will never offend Qingshen Temple easily.
"When I massacred Yuanling City, Wu Ming insisted on intervening and ruined my journey." The leader of Qingshen Temple looked out the window and smiled jokingly: "Who would have thought that now that the world is turning, it will be his turn?"
"Landuo Temple, Qingshen Temple, Fuqiu Mountain, Longyuan Li Family, Shouwu Ye Family, Daluo Island, Yuchen Sect..."
Cizai stood side by side with him: "Our temple master formed the Dharma pattern and then destroyed this cave and slaughtered all the Buddhist disciples in the Vajra Temple!"
"Such an interesting thing must happen at the most solemn time."
"What does Guanzhu mean?"
"When he is canonized, you all come in together. I will make Nanchan Sect lose face!" A piercing sneer sounded: "How did you negotiate, are you okay?"
"Guan Guan and I want to kill Wuming, Yuchengong wants Ranzhong's life, Shouwu Ye clan wants to kill Randi and Wuxian, and as for Daluo Island..."
Cizai recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "They want to open the hell of ten confusions and release their ancestors. As for the wealth scripture of Vajra Temple, you all have no objections. We should follow the originally agreed method."
Long before the Dharma Conference, they had already agreed on the division of the stolen goods one by one, and were only waiting for the final moment to take action.
"The only thing I'm afraid of in the Vajra Temple is Shenzu. Now that he's been led away by Xuan Wenjun's disciples, that's the best thing."
The viewer glanced at Cizai, smiled and said:
"In a moment, I will stop the monk Zikuan and set up a big move to restrain him. You Landuo Temple can just sacrifice the skin of the evil dragon to break the cave formation and invite all the Taoist brothers in."
Ci Zai nodded and agreed: "This matter is not difficult. The evil dragon skin breaks the cave system, but it's easy. Seven hundred years ago, we were able to kill the monk Zihong who held the power of fate. Now we can kill a few Buddhas."
Son, it should be fine.
It's just that I still have some hesitation in my heart, but I want to talk to the temple owner."
"What are you worried about, Zen master? We are waiting for destiny!" The master of the temple laughed cheerfully: "It is rare that Mr. Xuanwen's lineage has a gap with ignorance, and he personally led away the divine foot. Without his divine foot, I can do whatever I want.
Shi Wei, this great opportunity has been lost and will never come again!"
"Those noble ladies from various families, those elders from the Holy Land, dozens of lives are hidden and forgotten, but those two immortals, Yuanjun and Palace Master Guangxia..."
Cizai looked outside the building and spoke in a deep voice:
"Master Guan, have you ever thought about how they would respond if they wanted to take action?"
