Zhang Ke has been in the mountain gate for many years and has accumulated a lot of knowledge. He recognized this as a "pathfinder rat".
This kind of mouse is very strange. It is weak and no different from ordinary mice.
The only magical thing is that there is a kind of innate supernatural power.
As long as you tell it the general situation of the target you are looking for, it can find it within a certain time and range.
"Pathfinding rats" have poor survivability and have always been rare.
More than once, he heard that his fellow disciples at Catcher Tower hoped to get one.
When Zhang Ke takes office, he loses all professional abilities except his own, so he cannot control beasts.
Not willing to let it go, I had to tie the bag and hang it on my waist, waiting for the opportunity for others to carry it back.
At dawn, Zhang Ke had packed everything up and set off after morning class.
Sanjiabao.
It is located in the southernmost pass under the jurisdiction of Xiantian Yiqi Sect, with a total population of more than 60,000.
This is the gateway to the Yiqizong range from the south.
The location is special and has always been valued. The fortress wall is built of bluestone.
It is three feet high and is covered with runes, sentry towers and watchtowers.
Large-scale offensive and defensive instruments are placed along the city head, and about 2,000 defenders are stationed here all year round.
Two real people and 50 Yiqizong disciples are here to take charge.
Zhang Ke’s good friend Sang Mu came from here.
After failing the trial, Sang Mu sadly returned to work in the family. With his outstanding mind, he was highly valued by the family.
After Zhang Ke arrived here, he first met with the two real people, and then went directly to Sang Mu to reminisce about the past.
More than ten years have passed, and Sang Mu has already married, married one wife and two concubines, and has three sons and two daughters.
His body has long since gained weight and he is no longer the capable young man he used to be.
Seeing Zhang Ke's face that was still full of heroic spirit even though his eyes were tightly closed, Sang Mu sighed inwardly, and the two chatted for a while.
The two of them laughed as they talked about many interesting things from back then, and the slight estrangement that had arisen from not seeing each other for many years was instantly eliminated.
When talking about that terrible incident, including Lu Zhang's death, the two of them were even more sad.
They were all aroused with sadness, all kinds of complicated emotions gathered together, and the two of them got very drunk.
After getting together, they separated. After staying in Sangmu for a day, Zhang Ke left quietly.
The cold wind was biting and the world was vast. Zhang Ke was walking on foot without riding his talisman horse.
Outside the range of Yiqizong, it seems that the air is no longer safe.
After walking for several days in a row, I didn't encounter any blind thieves, which made Zhang Ke a little disappointed.
I have been walking in the wild for the past few days, and I feel somewhat lonely.
I sensed a village right in front of me.
As evening approached, Zhang Ke covered his head with a hood, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked slowly into the village.
The arrival of the stranger attracted the attention of several local dogs at the entrance of the village, barking "woof".
But he was quickly stopped and the dog was pulled into the room.
"Crack crack~!"
There was a sound, and Zhang Ke felt that almost everyone in the yard had lowered their window lattice, and then leaned against the window lattice and peered out quietly.
Occasionally, children would ask questions, but their mouths would be covered immediately, and no sound would be heard again.
The whole street was empty, and the whole village seemed quiet and deserted.
Zhang Ke couldn't help but frown, something must have happened here, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.
Continue walking towards the village.
The "ta-da" footsteps actually echoed on the empty street, and a strange atmosphere filled the air.
After walking around the village, I found an old man who was not hiding on the stage in the south of the village.
The old man was probably in his sixties, wrapped in a shabby fur coat, and his beard and hair were gray.
He closed his eyes tightly, and his face, hands and feet were all covered in frostbite, with patches of purple and red, making him look a bit frightened.
At this time, the old man was huddled up in a ball and hiding in a corner of the stage. There were several broken wine jars and some food in front of him.
The only reflection of the old man is that he is dying in his old age and his energy is like a gossamer.
Zhang Ke felt the old man's trembling body and knew he was in pain.
Sighing, a "Rejuvenation Talisman" was attached to the old man's body.
The light green light spots merged into the old man's body. After a while, the old man sighed, opened his eyes and woke up.
Zhang Ke was about to speak, but he didn't expect the old man to shout when he opened his eyes and saw him:
"Ah!! The ghost Taoist priest is here!!"
"Hide quickly!! The ghost Taoist priest is coming!"
Hearing his shouting, the people in the village who were secretly watching became even more panicked.
From time to time, someone screamed out, but was immediately forcibly stopped.
Zhang Ke raised his hand and a calming charm was placed on the old man's forehead.
The light blue light flashed, and the old man calmed down.
Look at Zhang Ke and yell.
After heaving a sigh of relief, the old man asked: "Where does the Taoist priest live? What are you doing here?"
Zhang Ke replied: "Zhang Ke, a poor Taoist Qi Sect, passed by here and looked at this village that seems not normal."
"Alas~!"
The old man sighed: "Old Sun Dewang is the head of this village. This village is called Xiaodian Village.
As for what the Taoist Master asked, I will tell you slowly."
"About half a year ago, a Taoist priest came to the village and called himself Taoist Tongyou.
He said that he wanted to build a Taoist temple nearby, but he didn't have enough manpower. He was willing to hire villagers to work in exchange for money and food.
Because they were paid a lot, most of the villagers went to help build the Taoist temple, which I didn’t expect.”
At this point, Sun Dewang covered his face and started crying. After a while, he continued:
"I didn't expect that Taoist Tongyou was actually a monster."
Zhang Ke pursed his lips and whispered: "How did you know?"
Sun Dewang said: "I am the person in charge of the village, and the whole village listens to my orders.
In order to build the Taoist temple, Taoist Tongyou summoned thousands of people from neighboring villages, and I am familiar with most of them."
"About four months ago, Cuilian, a widow from this village, came to me in a panic and said that her son Dazhu was missing.
You must know that since her man's death, she and Dazhu have been dependent on each other.
This time when the Taoist temple was being built, his son Dazhu also went there, but unexpectedly he disappeared without a trace."
“.I asked the villagers to look around, but I didn’t think much about it at the time.
As a result, Dazhu’s body was found in a mountain stream near the Taoist temple.”
“.Woooooooo~~!
Poor child, a big man who was originally very strong, turned out to be like a mummy.
After everyone brought the body back, Cuilian went crazy and hanged herself within two days!"
Zhang Ke felt a little uncomfortable.
After a moment of silence, he asked: "Then how do you know it was done by Taoist Tongyou?"
Sun Dewang said: "There are more than a dozen corpses in that mountain stream, all of which look like mummies.
After I came back, I quietly asked Mr. Zhou from the "Magic Suppression Division" in the county, and he said, "
".He said this was someone practicing evil magic.
Then he took a dozen people to search for clues. Within a few days, he heard that Mr. Zhou and others were all missing.
The last place where he disappeared was in the Taoist temple of Taoist Tongyou."
Zhang Ke raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't you say that Taoist Tongyou is a monster? How do you know that?"
Sun Dewangdao smiled miserably: "After the incident of Widow Cuilian hanging, I was a little unwilling and thought about going to the Taoist temple to inquire about the news myself.
As a result, my boy found out, and he refused to let me go.
When he couldn't resist me, he said he would investigate for me."
He said he would hit me here and started crying again.
Looking at his appearance, Zhang Ke already knew that his boy was probably in trouble.
Sure enough, I could only hear Sun Dewang sobbing a few times.
"My boy has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has some skills. He is no match for a few people.
Unexpectedly, two days later, he came back and said the word "monster" to me, and then he turned blue and died."
After saying that, there was another burst of crying, and a few minutes passed.
He continued: "Because of this incident, my old wife became ill and returned to her parents' home.
Later, some more people from the Demon-Suppressing Division came and fought several times with Taoist Tongyou.
The Taoist Tongyou is very cunning, and there is an underground palace behind the Taoist temple.
Every time he loses, he runs back to the underground palace to deal with the Demon Suppressor.
As time passed, the Demon Suppressor got tired of it and made rules with Taoist Tongyou.
Every month, randomly select one person from a nearby village to practice Qigong, but he will not go down the mountain to cause trouble."
When Zhang Ke heard this, he was so angry that he slapped the pillar on the stage with his right hand.
His strength was so strong that he almost broke the wooden pillar with a "boom".
He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Taoist Tongyou! Damn the Demon-Suppressing Division!"
After spinning around for a few times, I felt my body was getting hot and my heart was on fire.
Turning his head suddenly, he asked: "Where is the Taoist temple?"
Sun Dewang smiled foolishly: "It's not far away from Moyungang! It's the only Taoist temple in the mountain, and it's easy to identify!"
Throwing some loose silver coins casually, Zhang Ke turned around and left.
He admired Sun Dewang's courage, but even more regretted his experience.
He didn't want to stay here for a moment at this moment.
Whenever I think of an evil person doing wanton abuse here, I feel like my Taoist robes are being polluted.
He gritted his teeth and whispered to himself: I swear I will never breathe with you!
As we left the village, the cold wind howled by.
After calming down for a while, we first conducted some investigation in nearby villages.
As expected, the Tongyou Taoist caused more harm than just Xiaodian Village.
Dozens of surrounding villages were threatened, with nearly a hundred victims.
Zhang Ke was shocked and even more angry at the perfunctory behavior of the local demon-suppressing commander.
At this time, it is still unclear what kind of cultivation the Taoist Tongyou has. If he goes there rashly, something unexpected may happen.
After thinking for a while, he shook his body and transformed into a gray bird, flying towards Moyungang to the west.
After flying for about ten minutes, I saw a Taoist temple standing halfway up a mountain in the distance.
It didn't fly directly in, but landed on a big tree outside the Taoist temple.
The big tree branches out countless branches, because it is the cold winter season.
The bark of the tree is cracked, there is no green around, and dozens of big trees are scattered in the mountains.
The gray bird Zhang Ke transformed was mixed with other gray birds, and he felt it quietly.
I found that the Taoist temple was built not long ago, and there were signs of remnants of disturbance around it.
The Taoist temple is small, a garden-style building, and integrated with the surrounding mountain and rock environment.
From a rough look, there are three entrances to the courtyard, and there are bluestone steps and paved paths in front of the mountain gate, winding to the foot of the mountain.
The corridors of the palace are arranged in a series of high and low places. If you want to examine it carefully, you will not be able to penetrate deeply.
I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that there must be a formation.
He understood very well how terrifying a well-positioned formation master could be.
Take myself as an example. With a "fog formation", how much advantage do I have?
If the group of casual cultivators had not been trapped by the formation, he would have escaped long ago.
He knew very well how difficult it was to practice the formation, and he did not dare to underestimate it.
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