The temple door closed on its own in the absence of wind, with a loud bang that made the Taoist priest's hair stand up in shock. The statue's eyes flashed with divine light, and the white snake with a beam coiled above its head also hung upside down, spitting out a letter and looked over.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The Taoist priest hurriedly took off the rattle from his waist and shook it while muttering something in his mouth. A mysterious Taoist charm appeared on his apricot-yellow Taoist robe. This was the Golden Clothes Spell. It was by relying on this spell that he was able to escape from Hezhou.
The oil lamp in the temple was dim, and in the corner where the light could not reach, there was a rustling sound, as if countless eyes were peering in.
'Who is this spiritual master? There is an evil aura in the brilliance.'
As a person in the evil way, he felt that this place was mysterious and strange. When he turned around, a huge human face suddenly appeared in the air in front of him. He opened his mouth and shouted at him. The golden light flashed on his robe, and then he was removed.
He resisted, but was still pushed against the door leaf. He was so frightened that he quickly dropped his fingertips to the door panel and quickly wrote the word 'solution'.
The door had just become loose, and he pulled it open. He turned around and ran out. He didn't dare to stay in this temple. At first, he thought it was just a new temple that had just been built. There was an opportunity to take advantage of it. Even if he stole the incense, his trip here was not in vain.
Who would have thought that I would encounter such a weird temple.
Not to mention dealing with timidity, but after traveling for such a long time in the world, the more weird it is, the more you should not mess with it. Who knows whether there is a human soul behind the statue, or a shady demon.
The Taoist priest walked quickly, stroking the yellow talisman between his knees, and reached the end of the street in the blink of an eye. While he was still thinking about the weirdness in the temple, he suddenly stopped and subconsciously looked around at the high and low attics of the houses.
, the lights went out.
Occasionally, a dog barks in the distance, an ethereal echo echoes in the streets, and a thin mist of water billows against the ground.
‘Clang…’
In the thin mist, there was a vague sound of golden cymbals, and the Taoist's heartbeat accelerated at this moment. He put his finger up to his lips and recited a spell. In the mist in front of him, he vaguely saw a figure holding a book and a staff.
Look at the night sky.
In the surrounding air, there was a vague babbling sound, like a Taoist priest chanting sutras, with long tones echoing in the empty streets.
"... They all say that my brothers have brought chaos to the Han family, but who can say that the imperial court is fatuous and that the people have nowhere to survive..."
Sure enough, there was something strange. After listening to the confused vocabulary, the Taoist priest turned around and walked quickly to another street. After only two steps, another figure stood in the mist, and the strange operatic voice came again.
"We cast talismans to save people, and raised thousands of followers, which made the emperor restless and forced us to rebel..."
'Come again.'
The Taoist priest knew that something evil had happened this time, so he stepped back step by step, turned around and went back the way he came. But as soon as he reached the street, he saw a figure riding a horse in the white mist, sitting on a horse and staring straight at him.
The strange accent of the play also came to its last part at this time.
It seemed like countless people were singing and shouting along!
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will be good for the world!"
"The sky is dead..." An old sigh came from the fog. The Taoist looked back at the figure holding a staff. The thin fog gradually dissipated. He was wearing leather armor and a Yin-Yang yellow robe.
The old man, with gray beard and hair hanging loosely on his shoulders, and a yellow scarf wrapped around his forehead, turned over a yellowed old book in his hand and glanced at the Taoist priest slightly.
"The clown deserves to wear this apricot yellow robe."
The stick in his hand hit the ground, and a whirlwind immediately knocked the Taoist priest staggering back. His Taoist robes hissed several times and were torn into strips hanging on his body.
'This... my Taoist robe...'
The Taoist priest spread out the torn cloth, feeling extremely frightened, and the mist over there was also dissipating, revealing a figure with the same head wrapped in a yellow scarf, wearing a yellow robe and armor, holding a sharp sword, and blew out a breath
, the wind flew close to the ground, instantly turning the remaining strips of cloth on the Taoist priest into powder and scattering in the air.
The law!
The horse neighed, and the figure on the horse held a long spear, with a yellow scarf on his head, a rough face, and a turbid air wafted out from his mouth and nose, filling the Taoist priest's body.
Ahem!
The Taoist priest only felt the smoke choking his nose and kept coughing. He raised the white flag in his hand and instantly inhaled the turbid smoke into the flag. He stepped on the ground with both feet and instantly disappeared into the ground.
"Humph, he runs pretty fast!"
The figure holding the sharp sword snorted coldly, and was about to chase him, but was stopped by the knight who came over: "Second brother, don't forget, he has been infected by my brother's plague. Even if he escapes from the city, he will die on the way.
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"gone back."
The old man holding the stick didn't have any more words. He tapped the ground lightly with the end of the stick, and the three figures dispersed on the street, leaving only a little mist still floating.
…
"Zhenjun, why did that man come to the temple?"
In the quiet temple, in the air invisible to ordinary people, Wang Zhaoyuan showed his tall figure and looked at the altar in front of him. For a moment, a voice sounded behind him. Chen Yuan stood at the door of the temple with his hands on his hands and whispered:
"It should be that man's master. He must have been waiting outside for a long time and came in to take a look, or he may have found the body and came here to look for it."
Wang Zhaoyuan glanced back and forth between the statue and the temple door, then quickly turned around and lowered his head this way. Before he could speak, Chen Yuan continued: "That man has the smell of an underground demon. If he is right, he should be
He jumped out from Hezhou. I heard from Taoist Priest Yuchen before that the leader of this group of people was injured by the Heavenly Master and escaped. I guess he will go to rendezvous, but I don't know if the Zhang brothers can bring him back."
The moment he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in front of the temple, and three figures headed by the old man floated over from far to near.
"Chen Yuan has met three good teachers: God of Heaven, God of Earth, and God of Humanity!"
"True Lord, don't be polite."
The old man also smiled and returned the favor with his hands, but his expression was different from before he met the Taoist. "The man that the true king wanted escaped, but he was infected with the plague. Even if he thinks about it, he will not live until dawn."
Well……
Chen Yuan originally wanted the three of them to bring the person back, but it seems that it is not possible at the moment. Anyway, these wood carvings adhere to their own personalities. If you really want to order them to do things, they have a feeling of controlling their subordinates, which is not beautiful.
It happened that the three of them were there, so he asked Guan, Zhang and others about the wood carvings, otherwise it would have been bothering him.
"Great Master, I wonder if you can tell me, Second Master..." When Chen Yuan said this title, the expressions of the three brothers over there changed, but they didn't say anything. After all, at that time, we were the enemy and we were fighting to the death.
kind.
Zhang Jiao seemed to know what Chen Yuan wanted to ask, so he walked into the temple with his talisman staff.
"It may be difficult for the True Lord to bring them back. They have been discovered by the gods of this world. On that day, the thunder tribulation blocked them all and blinded their spiritual consciousness. They are still living in the original world."
"Blinded?"
"Well, blocking the souls makes it impossible for the True Lord to communicate with them. If you want to save it, you can only pull Senluodian here, use the reincarnation platform to go to the original world and bring them back one by one."
"Can you make it simpler?"
Zhang Jiao smiled and said, "For example, if you want to bring Guan Yunchang back, you would go to Zhuoxian in the late Han Dynasty to wake him up. For example, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong would have to go back to the Tang Dynasty. But you have to do this.
, the True Lord must first take him out of the Senluo Palace and use the Reincarnation Platform, otherwise he will not be able to avoid this god and will be trapped forever."
Chen Yuan didn't feel much when he heard that he was discovered by this god. He had killed so many people before, so it would be strange if he was not discovered.
But it would be difficult to bring Senluodian into reality.
He himself can't even leave Luo now, and can only move within a few miles of Zhenjun Temple.
"True Lord, don't be anxious. You might as well give alms in the city with peace of mind. After accumulating strength, it will not be too late to do anything later."
"That's all we have now."
Chen Yuan raised her hands to these three people and said, "I'll have to trouble you three and help one or two."
"Haha, it's a small thing."
The big lights swayed, illuminating the inside and outside of the temple, and the mountains and fields beyond the distant outline of the city. The ground was loose, and a Taoist priest holding a white flag emerged from the soil.
Amidst the cries of night birds, I stumbled forward. Occasionally I felt warmth flowing in my mouth and nose. I wiped it, and my palms were filled with dark red blood.
Soon, he staggered a few steps and fell down.
In the night wind, there was a sound breaking through the air. A figure seemed to have seen the Taoist priest on the ground, descended from mid-air, and helped him up.
"Headmaster..." The Taoist priest opened his eyes, saw the face in front of him, and called out in a low voice.