Xu Dao looked around the field. If his guess was correct, half of the remaining population of Shezhao Mountain City should have fallen into the belly of Shezhao Taoist priests.
He ordered in the swordsman's ear: "Keep going inside."
The swordsman nodded, pretending to have something important to do, and hurriedly walked along the corridor in the backyard towards the blood flowing in the ditch.
After passing through a small door, the two came to another courtyard, and a huge copper furnace appeared in Xu Dao's "vision".
These copper stoves are arranged in the form of nine palaces and eight trigrams. There are thirty-six of them in total, and they are cooking day and night.
There is a pile of white firewood at the bottom of the copper furnace. There is a rat man guarding the copper furnace standing next to it. Whenever the heat of the copper furnace becomes low, the rat man will shovel a shovel of the remaining bones from the butcher's cart.
Throw it into the fire.
The scene was filled with a foul smell of burning. The thirty-six copper furnaces were not burning at the same time. Some of them were turned off, some were charging, and some had just finished refining and opened the furnace lid...
The Rat Man in this courtyard is much busier than the one in the courtyard just now. When the Swordsman Rat Man walks into this place, he seems a little out of place.
Fortunately, it possesses magic power and its body bones are strong and strong. Even though it was turned into a rat-man by the Shezhao Taoist priests, it was also the overseer among the rat-men. The rat-men who burned the stove did not dare to say anything when they saw it.
Several rat men who were also overseers saw the swordsman. Without waiting for the other party to stop him, the swordsman took out a pot of spiritual wine from his arms, pointed at the wine, and put their arms around each other.
This pot of spiritual wine was the remaining wine that the swordsman picked up from the banquet table in Dang Yao Hall.
Taking this opportunity, Xu Dao walked around the backyard of Wutong Temple with the help of his swordsman, and he also had a thorough understanding of the plans of the Shezhao Taoist priests from various clues.
Thick red light shrouded the sky above Wutong Temple.
The resentment is billowing and the atmosphere is smoky. New resentment will be generated every moment and injected into it, making the sun and moon invisible in Wutong Temple all day long.
Xu Dao originally suspected that the Shezhao Taoist priests were deliberately killing living beings to gather their resentment in order to practice some kind of skill or refine some magic weapon.
But after inspecting the layout of the backyard and seeing the usage of the thirty-six copper furnaces, he was convinced that the resentment all over the mountain was just a by-product of the Taoist priests' practice.
The real intention of the Shezhao Taoist priests is to devour all the hundreds of thousands of Shezhao tribesmen.
After the Dragon Palace was shattered and the mirage's body was annihilated in the formation, its essence was integrated into Shezhao's spiritual veins and every living member of the Shezhao clan.
For the Taoist priests, losing the mirage means that their centuries-old plan has come to nothing. However, they are not without somewhere to make up for their losses. All they need to do is to drain the lake and drain the mirage essence mixed in Shezhao's spiritual veins, and then drain the rest of Shezhao's spiritual veins.
The tribesmen have refined a meager amount of dragon blood in their bodies, and if they accumulate a small amount into a large amount, it is still possible for them to gain great benefits.
"No wonder it is obvious that human flesh and blood are of little use to Foundation-building Taoist priests, but these Shezhao Taoist priests are still torturing mortals here for the sake of the thin dragon blood in the people's bodies."
Thinking of this, Xu Dao felt ridiculous for a moment.
Fortunately, the ancestors of Shezhao had carefully planned to build an inheritance for their descendants. Unexpectedly, a few unworthy descendants were born, which not only ruined the tribe's thousand-year inheritance, but even cut off their bloodline.
Looking at the boiling copper furnace in Wutong Temple, Xu Dao's eyes were complicated.
What is refined in the furnace is flesh and blood, and what is burned under the furnace is bones. It really wants to crush people into ashes, leaving not a drop of them left.
The method used by Shezhao Taoist priests to refine the essence and blood of mirage dragons is similar to the secret technique of heart blood that Xu Dao once used. In other words, the secret technique of heart blood flowed from the hands of Taoist priests.
What Xu Dao didn't expect was that the Taoist priests would not only use this secret technique on people, but also on their own tribe, hundreds of thousands of them.
With such ruthlessness, it is no wonder that in just over a year, the Taoist conduct of the five Shezhao Taoist priests has been greatly improved, and they are no longer what they used to be.
The thoughts in Xu Dao's mind were rolling.
Suddenly, there was a squeaking sound nearby, and a dozen or so rat-men started to move quickly. It was a cauldron that had been cooking for a certain period of time, and the contents inside could be opened.
As soon as the lid was opened, a burst of red light visible to the naked eye shot out from the copper furnace, and a strange fragrance wafted out. The rats quickly took out the blood-red paste, and also brought in dustpans, rolling pins, bamboo tubes and other items.
They put the paste on a dustpan, roll it with a rolling pin, knead it, or bake it over a fire, and then stuff it into a bamboo tube.
After a while, incense candles as thick as a human leg, bright red longevity peaches, longevity fruits, etc. appeared in Xu Dao's eyes. They were all things needed to worship the gods.
Seeing these things, Xu Dao couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "These beasts really think they are gods!"
What he was laughing at were those Taoist priests who gave the imperial edict.
But in the eyes of the rat people, a few Taoist priests are the gods they worship and worship.
As soon as the furnace was started and the incense, candles and other items were prepared, the supervisor immediately came forward and led a group of rat men to a small door, where was the shrine where the Taoist priest Shezhao was.
The swordsman stood aside and watched, but the overseer Rat Man who had just had a drink with it waved to him, indicating that it should follow. The swordsman's footsteps moved slightly, but he remembered the Xu Dao lurking on it, and immediately wanted to
reject.
But then Xu Dao's voice sounded in its ears again: "Follow up."
It has been more than half an hour since we entered Wutong Temple, and the backyard has been explored. It is time to enter the sacred hall where the Taoist priests are and find out.
Hearing Xu Dao's instructions, the swordsman nodded naturally, and he immediately trotted out, picked up a prepared incense candle, and blended into the team of rat men worshiping the gods.
A group of rat men lowered their heads and walked into the dark hall. They expertly inserted the incense candles made of "people's fat and people's ointment" and placed longevity fruits on them. The fishy aroma filled the whole hall.
The three statues of Taoist priests that were originally just bowing their heads lowered their waists at some point. They leaned on the altar table, with greedy expressions on their faces.
Suck, suck!
A strange sound of inhaling resounded in the shrine, and three slender black shadows were printed on the floor and walls, with sharp claws growing out one after another, and their bodies trembling. The tributes on the table turned into streaks of red smoke, wrapping around the statue of the god.
Penetrate into their mouths and noses.
"Ah poof!" A pleasant moan resounded in the hall, and streaks of black and red spiritual light erupted from the three Taoist priests, causing the entire hall to shake.
Overlapping buzzing sounds sounded: "Not enough, the incense is not enough!"
And a trace of magic power hangs down and penetrates into the body of the prostrating rat man, which makes the rat man feel refreshed and kowtow continuously.