In front of the statue of Li Yudao, he waved his hand, "Senior?"
The broken clay statue remained motionless. Li Yu shook his head gently and sighed.
"The world is so difficult that even gods can't protect themselves..."
After much deliberation, it was safest to go back to Bianliang. At least Lin Lingsu would be there to protect him.
Wandering alone outside, I don't know when I was found by the bald donkeys.
Zuo Ci has become an immortal and can perform all kinds of strange magic. He is being chased like a lost dog, let alone himself.
Bianliang, as the largest city in the Six Dynasties, and the ghost market where fish and dragons were mixed together, coupled with the loosest management of the Song Dynasty, made it full of strange people from all over the Six Dynasties.
Zuo Ci, Da Qiao, and Baimao all chose to hide in Bianliang, and there were also countless others that Li Yu didn't know about in total.
Lin Lingsu directly launched a war against Daxiangguo Temple this time. The turmoil was so big that it might affect many people.
Bianliang is about to turn into a mess...
Li Yu was thoughtful and found a clean place to sit down. He asked Jin Lian to take out the clay figurine and asked, "Is there any way to get rid of the curse?"
"have."
Li Yu was overjoyed. Zuo Ci was indeed a man who had offended tens of thousands of wizards. He turned the back of his hand to the little clay figurine and asked, "Can this be solved?"
"cannot."
Both joy and sorrow.
"Your uncle, isn't this a curse?"
"no."
Li Yu felt a chill all over his body and asked cautiously: "What will happen if we don't care about this?"
"Death." The little clay figurine's answer was still so simple.
Li Yu sat up suddenly, walked to the altar, held Zuo Ci's hand, "Senior, save me, save me!"
"Be careful of people coming from outside..."
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"Uncle, why are we so unlucky? We were chosen to clean up this rainy day..." One of them raised his head, looked at the sky, and muttered.
This is a young man with a hairy beard that has just grown around his mouth. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to his beard, combing it neatly and keeping it shiny.
The older one glared at him and reprimanded: "You bastard, you're so good when you get an advantage. If your father and I weren't familiar with each other, do you think you could get this job? I came to catch the little one this time, and you have merit."
And there was no danger. How many people from the temple were sent to capture Zuo Ci, and most of them were killed or injured."
The older man in raincoat clothes has a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. Although he is wearing a raincoat hat and his head is not bald, you can tell that he is a monk. His beard is already gray, but his face is ruddy and his eyes are bright.
The exposed muscles are tight, all showing the health of this old monk.
The two men are somewhat similar in appearance, especially their beards.
"Yes, yes...yes" the young monk complimented with a playful smile. The old monk had been very kind to him since he was a child. At first, he thought it was because he and his father were old friends, but as he grew older, he became more and more similar to him.
There were more and more rumors. Suddenly one day, his father died inexplicably. The old monk took him to the temple and became a young monk.
He was a little resistant at first, but after entering Xiangguo Temple, he realized the benefits of being a monk. You can get glory and wealth at your fingertips, and you also have the opportunity to cultivate a great road. It is simply a good thing that is best in the world.
After a while, the young man lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Uncle Master, who are we going to kill this time?"
"Nobody."
The young monk was a little disappointed, "Isn't that a poor man? He can't get any benefits after killing him."
The rain fell harder and harder, and the sound of rain covered the surrounding area. The elderly monk looked around with some vigilance.
"Uncle Master, what's wrong?"
"Don't you smell something strange?"
The young monk sniffed vigorously and said, "No, there is no strange smell."
"The taste of blood."
The closer we get to the mountain temple, the thicker the surrounding trees become, and the rising mist seems to block the rain.
The two monks in coir raincoats slowly approached, and all the corpses on the ground disappeared.
A thunder struck across the horizon, and the door of the mountain temple opened without any wind.
The two monks looked at each other and stepped in. The bonfire on the ground was emitting residual warmth and sparks, and there was also the faint aroma of barbecue.
Beside the campfire, there were three traces of sitting, one of which was wet and muddy.
The old monk took off his hat and looked around the temple. He took out a bright pearl from his arms. Suddenly the temple was as bright as day and everything in the temple was visible.
"The person left not long ago, but there are no traces outside..."
"Maybe it was washed away by the heavy rain." The young monk said angrily, "I have to chase again."
The old monk's brows were always furrowed, his voice was a little hoarse, he pinched his fingers tightly together, twisted the beads in his hand, and said, "Maybe he didn't escape."
"That's great. If he really didn't escape and saved us the journey, I will leave him with a whole body." The young monk said with a smile.
A drop of water dripped from his cap...
His smile remained on his face for a short time, but suddenly his face changed drastically, but he couldn't say a word.
Because a hole suddenly appeared in his throat, getting bigger and bigger, and slowly opened.
The water droplets that should have fallen to the ground turned into ice spikes and stuck into his throat.
The old monk was shaken all over, water droplets splashed everywhere, and his raincoat exploded, revealing his upper body like cast iron.
He didn't even look at the body of the young monk on the ground. The muscles all over his body were flexed and he stood shirtless.
All the stone slabs around him were broken, and the ground was dented. When the gravel splashed, a powerful shock wave spread, and the furnishings in the temple jumped suddenly and fell heavily.
Dozens of water thorns hit his body, making a rolling sound.
"Old monk, you have good skills." From behind the mountain god statue, a young man walked out, it was Li Yu.
"I underestimated you." The old monk clasped his hands together and stared at Li Yu like a hawk, "But today is still the day you die."
Li Yu ignored him and instead shouted at the statue, "Senior, I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw two vines lifting the roof of the temple. The heavy rain covered the entire temple. The clay statue sitting on the altar suddenly stood up and cursed, "It's okay to live in someone else's house, but you still demolish it."
, do you have any morals at all?"
After saying this, the statue ran away and quickly disappeared into the forest.
The old monk was startled. He thought he still had strong backup, but when he saw the statue escaping, he felt a little relieved.
The temple has complete information about the boy in front of him. He is a magician who usually sells fake amulets to make money. He often holds a fireball in his hand to scare ordinary people, but other than that, he has no other skills.
The rain was pouring down, and Li Yu said with a smile: "Master, you are standing in the mud in the jungle with heavy rain, facing my enemy. To be honest, I have never felt so happy since I learned the three techniques of thick soil and water, green wood.
"
He looked very arrogant, his hands and feet were shaking wildly, and even his eyebrows were trembling, which was very different from his usual cautious approach to enemies. However, the monk had never seen Li Yu before, so he couldn't see anything strange and just thought he was young and frivolous.
"Evil devils and heretics, everyone will find them and kill them!"
The old monk had a solemn appearance and a cold eyebrow. Li Yu looked at him as if he was slaying demons, and even he hesitated.
Am I really a devil?
I exorcised evil spirits and caught ghosts, cured diseases and saved people, and also helped the Song Dynasty subdue evil stars and eradicate bandits. How could I become an evil spirit?
Not to mention being a saint, he is also a wise man.
"Old bald donkey, you are so good at pretending that you almost killed me."
