After Yaksha was eliminated with thunderous means, Sang looked at Heishan and Yinshan behind him with a playful expression.
Neither of them spoke.
Heishan's cultivation level is similar to that of Yaksha.
As for Yinshan... If it were the former Fox Fairy Mountain God, he might still have some tricks. But now that he has lost his physical body and his cultivation is still recovering, his abilities will naturally be limited.
Obviously, this is a warning to them.
Sang Fuchen waved his hand and immediately looked at Cheng, who was sleeping peacefully on the table.
Immediately, Sang looked at Heishan:
"Should you do it, or should I take you in with me?"
Heishan opened his mouth, with some hesitation in his words.
Although I have already seen Sang’s character, I still tried to say:
"Shui Ling has no ill intentions towards the Lord!"
"She just wants to stay with the Lord forever."
Sang nodded:
"Having cracked Acheng's secret, you replaced Acheng's authority. Acheng became an ordinary person and stayed with the water spirit forever."
"By the way, use the Nuo Temple Meeting to deal with the remaining totems."
"This plan, if laid out well, is indeed thorough."
"But...I have other ideas now."
"Ask me again, should I do it, or should you take the initiative?"
Seeing this, Heishan couldn't help but feel helpless.
Now, Yaksha is dead.
Yinshan is controlled by Sang.
There is also a red-headed mage from the Lushan sect. He and Shui Ling are too passive.
Immediately, Heishan used the dream-entrance technique and brought Sang's consciousness into Cheng's dream.
Zhenren Zhao was still leaning against the door, staring at the Yinshan Mountain Ghost.
…
In the dream state, when Sang saw Lanruo Temple in front of him, he couldn't help but reveal a strange look.
After thinking again and again, Sang's eyebrows moved, and his facial features and expression all changed, transforming into a wandering sorcerer carrying a long sword on his back.
"Let's go."
At this time, Sang and Heishan arrived inside Lanruo Temple.
Before the door to the courtyard was opened, there was a sound of whispering and grinding in my ears.
"..."
Sang rolled his eyes helplessly. This boy was considered a figure when he was a holy priest.
Why did he become a silly little scholar after being reincarnated as Ning Caichen?
Just listening to the sounds coming from inside, I knew it was not the right time to go in now.
Sang stood at the door, but Heishan showed a trace of doubt in his heart.
Why up to now...the situation he envisioned hasn't happened yet?
About half an hour later.
Hearing that there was no movement inside, Sang dusted himself off and immediately pushed open the door of Lanruo Temple.
Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian in the room were both really shocked.
But after seeing that the people coming were Sang Heishan, Shui Ling who transformed into Nie Xiaoqian, he immediately understood what was going on.
"Indecent!"
"It's so unbecoming!"
Sang Fuchen waved his hand, and a spell appeared in his hand.
When Heishan saw this, he immediately stopped in front of Shuiling.
"No matter who you are, you can never touch Shui Ling!"
Sang raised his eyebrows: "This makes me look like a bad person. It's really... not a good feeling."
"But forget it, I don't have time to worry about this now."
With that said, Sang slowly walked up to the confused Ning Caichen.
"Well...such dreams are indeed something that literati like, but...it's time for you to wake up..."
In an instant, the talisman was placed between Ning Caichen's eyebrows.
At this moment, not only the real things that happened in the outside world penetrated into his mind, but even the memories of the Goryeo Dynasty that Sang saw were also given to Ning Caichen.
In an instant:
"Ahhhhhh!"
Under the painful wail, the dream-entrance technique was instantly broken.
Sang, Acheng, Heishan, Shuiling, all appeared in Lanruo Temple one after another.
Acheng blinked, looked at himself, then at Sang, and then at Heishan and Shuiling, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone:
"totem……"
However, Shui Ling Xiaoyu on the side couldn't bear it.
In an instant, an endless curtain of water erupted around her:
"Why!"
"Why did you come to stop me!"
"Obviously this time, it's just a little bit close!"
The rushing water hit Sang directly.
With a twitch of Sang's whisk, Shui Ling's attack was neutralized.
When Zhao Zhenren saw this, he grabbed the hilt of the sword.
Sang waved his hand to signal him not to be nervous, and then looked at Shuiling with a hint of warning:
"This is the last time."
"I don't like others to be presumptuous in front of me."
The killing intent and majesty in his eyes caused both Heishan and Shui Ling to hold their breath for a moment.
And during this time, Cheng also learned everything that happened through Sang's spell.
Including...his own past as a member of the Gurye Dynasty.
Including... Ning Mansion has now been completely wiped out, leaving only him.
For a moment, Cheng's eyes turned red.
His relationship with the Ning family is naturally not fake.
In fact...if it weren't for this Nuo God Meeting, the memories of most totems would not be clear.
In addition...the Ning family is involved in the debt of the Fox Fairy Mountain God, which has already doomed the outcome of the Ning family.
"A Cheng..."
Sang was about to open his mouth to comfort him a few times, but suddenly his eyebrows wrinkled.
Because... some green web-like silk creatures appeared at Cheng's throat!
When he saw this, Sang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly thought of a question that he had ignored.
"Heishan, Shuiling, you must answer the questions I ask you truthfully..." Sang stared at the two of them: "In the beginning, Cheng was often injured in order to help Ju Meng avoid death."
"Have you been relying on immortality grass for treatment?"
Heishan was stunned for a moment. As smart as he was, he immediately thought of the answer.
His eyes were full of shock:
"This is impossible!"
"You mean...the second master is an immortal?"
Sang shook his head:
"To be precise, the Immortal Grass has already existed in his body and soul after treating Acheng for many years!"
"So, even if in the end, your nine totems turned against you, almost no one would ask about the Immortal Grass!"
"Because the Immortal Grass at that time did not have a human form, you subconsciously ignored it."
Saying that, Sang threw out the Buddhist beads in his hand.
The beads were placed on Cheng's forehead, and there was a sound of toothache and corrosion.
"Hiss..."
Immediately afterwards, Acheng's eyes began to turn white, and as his eyeballs moved, they turned into two dark green eyes in the blink of an eye!
"call……"
At this time, Acheng bowed his body slightly and exhaled waves of strange fragrance from his mouth.
Montenegro’s expression changed drastically:
"It's really you, Immortal Grass!"
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The Eternal Grass seemed to be still adapting to Acheng's body. He twisted his neck stiffly and grinned when he looked at Heishan:
"Long time no see, Montenegro."
Heishan's heart sank.
"Eternal Grass, it's really you!"
"Why do you want to take away the body of the Lord She?"
"Seize the body?" Immortal Grass let out a deep laugh: "Isn't what I do the same as you?"
"Don't you also want to replace the Lord and become the new Holy Priest?"
Heishan said angrily:
"What do you know!"
"In that case, if the master is not forced to leave, he will die!"
Eternal Grass smiled disdainfully:
"But, in the end, you couldn't change the outcome."
"Actually... with whom is cooperation not cooperation?"
"Now, the other totems are dead, but they also issued a curse."
"One day, they will definitely come back and gather around their master."
"And, after two failures, who knows what crazy things they will do again."
"Don't you even care about these...?"
On the side, Sang showed a playful smile:
"Have you...forgot that I exist?"
Immortal Grass's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"The Nanhua Taoist of those days!"
"This matter has nothing to do with you! Why do you want to interfere!"
Sang nodded: "It really has nothing to do with me."
"But it matters now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the prayer beads attached to Acheng's eyebrows suddenly opened, and immediately tightened Acheng's throat!
"you!"
"stop!"
"The master is still in this body!"
For a moment, Eternal Grass, Black Mountain, and Shui Ling were all panicked.
Sang slowly walked up to Acheng, his face expressionless:
"I really don't want to have anything to do with your ten immortality totems."
"After all...I am no longer the Nanhua Taoist I used to be."
"But you are making trouble in the Ming Dynasty now, and that's not okay."
Sang Yi pointed his finger at Acheng's eyebrows.
In an instant, the Evergreen Grass began to cry and roar in pain.
There were also gusts of dark wind blowing throughout Lanruo Temple.
"To be honest, the affairs between you ten immortals are really a mess."
"But it doesn't matter. It's easy to break the situation."
"Eternal Grass, right...I will seal your body in a book."
"I will write a story based on the part of your dream spell just now, and use it to make a spell."
"As long as this story is sung more and more, the power of the seal will become stronger and stronger, and you will never have a chance to stand up."
"Although I don't know why you want to replace Acheng, but looking at your eyes, I know that your ideas are different from Heishan, so... I can't keep you!"
As he spoke, the soul of the immortal grass was torn out uncontrollably by Sang.
Seeing this, Heishan and Shuiling wanted to plead for mercy, but were stopped by Zhenren Zhao.
Zhao Zhenren’s eyes were full of warning:
"You two should think carefully before you speak."
"According to the current situation, only one of you, Black Mountain, and Eternal Grass are destined to survive."
"Mr. Sang is already showing mercy by not completely destroying the Eternal Grass in body and spirit!"
While he was talking, the soul of the immortal grass was completely sealed on a scroll.
There was already a pen in Sang's hand. He looked at the sealed scroll and then smiled slightly.
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I picked up my pen and wrote four words - "A Chinese Ghost Story".
Immediately afterwards, the story that Shui Ling expected to happen was formed step by step in words on the scroll.
The moment the last word ended, the scroll turned into a stream of light and rushed into the night sky.
Sang swept his whisk away and looked at Heishan and Shuiling:
"The problem of immortal grass is solved."
"If... one day, the seal is lifted, it means that the unfinished fate between us will continue again."
Heishan frowned:
"Why...do you want to do it so neatly?"
Sang smiled and said: "In a word, soon, there will be a war called the 'Battle of Jingnan' in this country, and I also need to meet the destined person."
"This road can be regarded as the only way, so... Absolutely, absolutely, there can be no mistakes!"