Chapter 144: I have been looking at the capital for five years
The late night wind passed over the cliffs, and the embroidered red robe gently ruffled in the wind. The old man with gray hair looked at the weak Taoist priest on the ground, stretched out his hand and touched his body gently, drawing out some turbid air.
"Headmaster..."
The Taoist priest saw clearly the old man with gray beard and skinny face. He tried to struggle, but his hands finally failed to obey and trembled several times, and he fell heavily to the ground.
The blood stains that had been cleaned up spewed out from the mouth and nose again, dark red and sticky, exuding plague.
The old man waved his robe to lift away the turbid air, his face was serious and silent, "Who hurt you like this?"
"Temple...Luodu...Zhenjun Temple, there is something strange..."
At this time, the Taoist priest's face was covered with dark red pimples. The backs of his slowly raised hands and arms were covered in pimples. He looked terrifying and frightening. He looked at the old man with pleading eyes: "Headmaster, save me..."
"Will do."
The old man nodded, stood up and flicked his robe sleeves, and the man's body instantly burst into flames. The latter's dying strength burst out, rolling and twisting on the ground, shouting: "Yue Lin... you will not die well!!"
The wind blew over the cliff and blew past the red robe. He looked like an old man standing tall and straight on the mountain, with the aura of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi. The firelight reflected his solemn face and glanced at the Taoist priest under his command who was struggling on the ground.
"You are infected with the plague. If the common people get it, too many people will die. They are all good treasures, and..."
The old man put his hands behind his back and walked aside: "Use women as cauldrons... Do you know that these women can give birth to many children in the future, and the children can continue to have many more children, which are sacrifices to be fed to the abyss, killing chickens to obtain eggs... I have long thought
I’ll kill you.”
In his voice, the tumbling Taoist priest had lost his voice, and his flesh, flesh, and obscene clothes were being burned in the flames. The old man looked into the distance. He was not interested in any strange temples or temples in the city. What he was going to do now.
Yes, we need to stay away from here and hide somewhere else.
I don't know when, Tianshi Mansion has noticed the cave, and gradually peeled him to the surface. This is a dangerous signal. He doesn't want to have any interaction with Tianshi Mansion, at least not now.
Originally none of this would have happened, but a young man who emerged from nowhere broke the sacrificial process that had lasted for hundreds of years and exposed himself to the sight of Tianshi Mansion and other famous sects. If he could be given another ten years, perhaps
I can catch up with my original master, but it's a pity that there is no chance to do it again.
If so, he might have killed the young man named Chen Yuan on his path to spiritual cultivation in advance. Now, he no longer knows what happened to him, and he doesn't have much time to care about it.
ten years……
He only needs to wait ten years for a new round of demon sacrifice to begin, and he will be able to surpass the Nascent Soul and reach the realm of becoming a god.
"Chen Yuan, although I don't know where you are, I will always remember this debt and will definitely ask you for it!"
The sound echoed off the cliff, and the mountain wind blew past, leaving only a burning corpse and nothing else.
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As the night fades, the sky turns white.
The first ray of morning sun shines on the majestic ancient city wall, the streets and alleys are already bustling with excitement, the temple on the side of Xinyang River is slowly filled with green smoke, and the first incense burns on the temple roof.
Pedestrians coming and going congratulated the noble gentleman who lit the incense.
Some devout pilgrims also picked up brooms to help sweep away the dust in the temple after offering incense and worshiping, feeling as if they were being watched by the true king on the altar.
The white snake writhes on the wooden beams, and the roof trusses spit out messages. Looking at the crowds of people below, talking, crying, and quarreling, the cold vertical pupils are a feeling of excitement and curiosity. At a certain moment, they are discovered by the sharp-eyed people, and there is a ring.
There was a cry of exclamation, and the not-thick snake body slid straight over the shoulders of the statue and wrapped around it, just like the real king's pet, attracting pilgrims to worship.
Soon after, a group of miraculous statues of gods were brought and placed one by one on both sides of the shrines in the sight of the passing people and pilgrims. Xu Huaiyu was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, learning how to tie a Taoist bun, holding a stick in his hand.
Qi Mu introduced the names and stories of these gods and men to others.
A child named Xiaotong would come here from time to time, along with his father, who was gradually recovering. In order to pay homage to the true king in the temple, today he went to Caishikou in the east of the city and saw with his own eyes that his wife was beheaded.
Head.
Now there is no resentment in my heart, I can only look at the statue of the True King and feel full of gratitude.
As the days passed, the brand-new temple was covered with yellowing leaves, leaving traces of wind and rain. The hot autumn days passed, and the streets and alleys were covered with snow.
The heavy snow stopped, and occasionally scattered snowflakes fluttered over the swaying shoulders. In front of the Zhenjun Temple, there was still a bustling crowd. Someone noticed that there were three more temple blessings with yellow scarves on their heads. They spoke kindly. Even the fierce-looking Zhang Liang among them was enthusiastic.
Greet the people passing by and treat them for free.
As the new year approaches, the reputation gradually spreads far and wide, and people outside the city also hear about the efficacious power of the Zhenjun Temple, and the temple's blessing charms can save people from illness.
There are more and more believers.
Time passed, the winter snow melted away, and it was no longer cold. The old cow walked on the street with its hooves hanging on its cloth bag, as if it were a sacred cow. From time to time, it took the bread from the vendor and chewed it.
He moved his neck and let the vendor take the coins he deserved from inside.
As night fell, Lao Niu ate and drank outside and slowly returned to the temple. He watched the ghost messenger Wang Zhaoyuan bring a demoted parade to the temple and pay homage to the statue of the true king.
Soon, the golden light descended and shrouded his head, becoming a night parade in the temple.
Lao Niu nodded grandly to the other party and walked past the happy house with his head held high. Xu Huaiyu touched his wife's slightly bulging belly with a smile on his face. The woman leaned on her husband's shoulder, pursed her lips and chuckled.
In the palace, the emperor, who had finished handling his government affairs, was thinking about the day when he would have to offer sacrifices in the near future.
In the Tianshi Mansion, Qiaoer was wearing thick clothes and rolled down the hillside like a ball. Her laughter made the Taoist priests who were looking after her let out a sigh of relief.
When she returned to her residence, she overheard the bad news from the Taoist priest. The little girl lost the joy of the day and looked in the direction of Luo Du, hiding in the room and crying loudly.
In Guangwei City in the northwest, Li Anfu, wearing armor, sat majestically beside a stone tablet engraved with the three characters "Wu'an Jun". He received envoys from several countries in the Western Regions and allowed them to go to Luodu to meet the emperor.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The sky is far away to the south, among the cross-cutting mountains, on the two cliffs of the mountain house, a chubby figure is sitting cross-legged on a futon, frowning solemnly, occasionally picking up a pen and ink to practice
When I pick up the talisman, I sometimes think of a certain person, so I take out the bell and shake it in front of my eyes to show that person's vivid appearance in my mind.
With another shake, the man turned into a beautiful woman, twisting her waist and ogling her. Then she was interrupted by a flying book, and was pulled away by the ears by the glaring Taoist Feihe.
The windmill rotates, and the old man walking confused in the world looks at the salesman passing by with unkempt face, looking at the colorful windmill with greedy eyes, and walks through the bustling streets in a daze.
Among the statues filled with incense, Chen Yuan raised his head and flew to the top of the temple. He felt a familiar and friendly atmosphere.
In the vast crowd of people walking around, the old man looked around and suddenly stopped and looked ahead. Behind a few pedestrians passing by, there was a figure in a blue shirt with hands behind his back.
The old man's confused face gradually showed his usual honest smile, and he jumped happily like a child waving his hands and shaking his head.
It attracts surprised looks from others, like looking at a madman.
Chen Yuan looked at the jumping and running old man and also laughed. He never thought that his master was still alive. He smiled with golden tears oozing into the corners of his eyes.
"Apprentice, where is your body!!"
The old man who rushed towards him hugged him empty, and the smile on his face turned sad. He stared and asked where he had gone, because he was going to kill the other person's whole family.
In the dead of night, with the lights flickering, Chen Yuan watched the old man raise the old cow and ask who killed his apprentice, running wildly throughout the courtyard. He felt more and more like he was back to the past.
The big tree beside the temple took out its young leaves, turned yellow again, and was covered with white winter snow. Winter passed and spring came again.