"There's nothing we can do about it. He was already dead when we found him."
"Will it be killed by the true king?"
"It looks like it to me, but the waist was twisted to pieces, more like it was caused by a snake..."
Under the dusk sky, old crows stood on the branches and screamed. The creaking wooden wheels drove the rough road. Two officers pulled the donkey cart and stopped at the graveyard outside the city. Here were some unclaimed by their families.
Or the place where the corpses of rebellious officials are buried.
There were piles of messy graves, covered with grass, bathed in the dim light of the setting sun, and there was a permeating sense of panic. The two guards dragged the corpses swept down by the grass, stepped over half of the tombstones on the ground, and arrived at the place where they were found.
He dug the mud pit and threw the adulterer's body into it.
"Such a person, why did he do so much? He just walked away."
The older servant wiped the sweat from his forehead, shoveled a few shovels at will, barely covered it with some soil, and waved to his companion. The two cleaned up and left with the donkey cart.
Wow--
Wow!
Groups of crows fluttered down from the trees, falling densely into the mud pit, tearing and pecking at the corpses under the mat. As if they heard some movement, they flapped their wings and flew off the ground, landing again on the nearby treetops.
For a moment, the forest swayed and rustled for a while, and a figure in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe walked out, holding a white flag in his hand, with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, a short beard and a short beard, and a bell on his waist jingled with every step he took.
"I just said, why haven't you been here in the past two days? It turns out he is dead."
The Taoist priest, who was about forty years old, let go of his hand. The white flag actually stood upright on the ground without falling. He squatted down and gently waved his hand to open the straw mat, revealing the gray-black and swollen body inside. He looked away.
The squeezed and deformed waist vaguely smelled a trace of evil spirit, and he made two clicks in his mouth.
"I'll teach you a few small magic tricks, and let you get a few girls to work as a furnace for me... It seems that you encountered a monster that transformed into a woman, but it doesn't matter if it's a monster, it's a great tonic, and we both have it.
The friendship between master and disciple, when I refine that demon, I will help you take revenge."
He didn't know what happened to this cheap apprentice, and he didn't want to pursue it too much. After all, he didn't have any feelings for him. He just wanted him to fool a few women and take them outside the city to recover from his injuries and improve his cultivation.
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When he was in Hezhou, Tianshi Mansion, Juling Mansion, and Lihuomen were encircling and suppressing him, causing him to be seriously injured. Fortunately, he had trained three women, and their injuries were almost healed. It was time to leave at the appointed time in a few days.
The headmaster should be waiting impatiently.
But before leaving, it is also a beautiful thing to take a little demon in the psychic stage into your pocket.
The Taoist priest looked at the sky, stood up, put a yellow talisman on his chest, and holding a white flag, he slowly walked to the huge city in front of him, mingling with the caravans and pedestrians going in and out. He entered the city gate and squeezed into the bustling city.
Walking through the streets, following the faint evil spirit.
When we arrived near the Xinyang River in the north of the city, the Xiaguang was bustling and lively.
On the simple stage, with the noise of gongs and drums, a few wooden figures performed the story in the storybook, "It is said that in the late Han Dynasty, the court was tyrannical and the people suffered for a long time. There were three Zhang brothers...
…”
The people watching liked this kind of stories the most, and couldn't help but stop and listen for a while, applauding. Amidst the long stories, the pilgrims coming and going looked pious and knelt down in front of the temple in an endless stream; the hawkers shouted loudly at the freshly baked rice.
Pancakes made the fat boy greedy and held his father's hand and refused to leave.
The Taoist priest looked at the towering temple from a distance. What caught his eye was that the temple had a layer of faint golden light and a large tree with lush branches.
'That monster actually lives in this temple? Zhenjun Temple...could it be that a Taoist priest from the Tianshi Mansion became an immortal and was conferred by the imperial court to stand here?'
But it's wrong to think about it. Even if the Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion become immortals, they will only be buried in Tianshi Mansion and not in the secular world.
'But it hasn't been long since the temple was established. Even if there is a spirit inside, it can only scare ordinary people, but with me...hehehe.'
The Taoist priest chuckled lightly and sat down on the nearby street. He watched the rays of light slowly sink to the west, and the bustling temple gradually became deserted. When it was late at night and the lights of the surrounding houses went out, he slowly opened his eyes and counted the time.
, strode away
'The little demon should be coiled up in the temple... take the incense from the statue in the temple as well...'
Walking into the temple, I felt a breath of incense blowing on my face. The Taoist priest couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the wrinkles on his face were piled up with laughter. This was much better than practicing three women.
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swish swish...
The dense branches and leaves were swaying in the wind. The Taoist priest walked to the big red tree and stared at the different leaves on it. For a moment, he couldn't think of what kind of spiritual tree it was, but it didn't stop him from licking his lips.
"When you leave, cut off a section and use it as an auxiliary material for refining magic weapons."
I couldn't help but patted the thick tree and thought about it. I glanced at a few popular houses, then ignored them and walked around the temple to see if there were any forbidden magic circles.
Behind him, the thick body slowly and quietly turned, and the densely packed relief figures on it seemed to come to life. They all lifted up the tree to look at the back of the apricot-yellow Taoist robe.
Over there, he seemed to feel countless eyes watching him. When the Taoist priest turned around, there was nothing but the treetops swaying gracefully in the wind.
'Is it possible that the injury has not healed yet and that there is a misunderstanding?'
After thinking about it, I continued walking along the temple wall, and there was a hay shed in front of me. A huge old cow with a green back was lying on the haystack with its limbs upright and sleeping soundly, snoring loudly.
'Haha... You are an old man who has just become a spirit and has no moral skills. It seems that he is also a little monster who comes to the temple to smoke incense.'
There was nothing to see around, and the Taoist priest did not find any prohibitive magic circle, so he walked straight to the temple gate. In the hut, the sound of sleeping snores did not stop, but the cow head on the haystack on his pillow opened his eyes slightly,
Revealing a hint of brilliance.
'Damn it, you compare me to a little monster...'
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The Taoist priest squeaked open the heavy door, and the power of pure incense suddenly surged over him. At this moment, his expression changed a little, and the previous smile gradually faded and turned into a solemn one.
The power of such a strong incense may be a little different from what he thought.
If the monster that killed his cheap disciple lived here, it would only take half a month for his Taoism to grow by leaps and bounds.
A few oil lamps in the temple were still burning quietly. In the dim view, the temple was unusually quiet. Several altars on both sides were empty. I guess there were still statues to put on them. Right in front was a stone statue in green clothing that was nearly two feet tall.
Her hair is in a neat bun, her robes are fluttering, and she is making spell-casting movements. There is a look in her eyes between her brows, as if she is alive.
There are many wooden carvings arranged below, with different expressions. Some have faces as heavy as jujubes, as black as charcoal, and some have sallow faces and glares. They are all very powerful, but the Taoist priests did not feel the power of incense from them.
Instead, there are four wooden sculptures, standing quietly on one side, surrounded by incense. One is holding a certain volume in his hand and leaning towards the sky, one is standing on the ground with his hands raised, and the last one is riding on horseback, holding a sword and glaring.
"The wood carvings also have spiritual essence, which can be used to refine puppets. There are quite a lot of treasures in them..."
The Taoist priest looked around, his eyes gradually raised and fell on the beam. He saw a white shadow hovering above it, and his solemn face finally turned into a smile.
"It turns out to be here!"
While murmuring softly, a cough suddenly sounded in the temple, and the Taoist priest suddenly looked around. The statues, wooden sculptures, and altars were all in full view, and there was no way he could hide anyone else.
The next moment, his eyes gradually moved up and fell on the statue of the god in the middle. The eyes of the cold stone statue suddenly moved and met his eyes.
Ahem...
The cough sounded again, and the Taoist priest took a step back. Only then did he notice that the movements of the three wooden sculptures under the statue were different.
His empty eyes were filled with ferocity as he looked over.
squeak~
The open temple door suddenly became silent and automatically closed inward with a 'bang' sound.