"By the way, sir, what is that monster behind you? It has been following you, and it looks very weird."
Lan Ji suddenly pointed at the green-haired mummy not far behind Zhuo Wen and asked cautiously.
Just now, he saw the green-haired mummy following behind him, with wide-open green eyes, looking extremely evil.
In addition, the aura on the green-haired mummy was hard to see through, so Lan Ji asked this question.
Ziwei Xingjun also saw the green-haired mummy and looked at Zhuo Wen with a look of inquiry.
"Don't pay attention, this is just a pet I adopted, and it is following me all the time!" Zhuo Wen whispered.
Lan Ji and Ziwei Xingjun understood it, but they were just complaining in their hearts.
No matter what you say, a pet must be nice and cute, but Zhuo Wen's pet is really a bit eye-catching.
Naturally, the green-haired mummy also heard Zhuo Wen's words. His green eyes were full of evil, but he didn't show any signs of attack.
"Let's go! Come with me to the Temple of Morality. I want to know what happened in Taiqing?"
As Zhuo Wen spoke, he waved his sleeves and left with the Blue Halberd and Ziwei Xingjun, while the green-haired mummy followed silently behind him.
When Zhuo Wen came to the Moral Hall, he found that the entire Moral Hall was extremely deserted and empty.
The elegant sandalwood fragrance exudes in the empty and quiet hall, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
"Is this the Morality Hall? Why is there no one there?" Ziwei Xingjun frowned.
Lan Ji quickly said: "Venerable Taiqing, the master of the Moral Hall, is a quiet person and doesn't like the excitement, so his Moral Hall has never hired servants, and the only disciple is Lian Meng."
Ziwei Xingjun murmured in his mouth, secretly thinking that Taiqing was really weird. In such a big palace, there was only Taiqing and one disciple.
The moment Zhuo Wen entered the Moral Hall, he let go of his consciousness and found that there was no trace of anyone in the Moral Hall.
But among the clues, he found a familiar scent, which was on the futon in the center of the hall.
Zhuo Wen walked to the futon and found that the familiar smell belonged to Lian Meng.
Zhuo Wen's eyes fell on the huge statue standing in front of the center of the hall. The appearance of this statue was Taiqing, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, quiet and peaceful.
Zhuo Wen silently looked at the statue in front of him, frowning slightly. He always felt as if the statue in front of him was also looking at him.
This statue does not look like a dead thing, but like a living person.
But Zhuo Wen used his spiritual consciousness to detect the stone statue in front of him and knew that there was no mystery in the stone statue.
But Zhuo Wen found it strange that the stone statue gave him this feeling.
"Brother Zhuo, there is nothing here, not even a living person. Has the Venerable Taiqing left this place long ago?"
Ziwei Xingjun rummaged through the Morality Hall and found nothing, then walked to Zhuo Wen.
Lan Ji also echoed: "Sir, I have heard that the three Venerables Taiqing, Shangqing and Yuqing went into seclusion together, and then they did not come out for hundreds of years. I am afraid that Venerable Taiqing is not in the Hall of Morality."
"Then do you know the retreat location of Taiqing?" Zhuo Wen asked lightly.
Lan Ji smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, almost no one knows about Taiqing Wonderland, and I am no exception. Otherwise, the forces of the hundreds of palaces in Taiqing Wonderland may have gathered in the retreat of Venerable Taiqing."
Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered and he was silent for a moment. He silently turned around and looked at the statue in front of him. Immediately, streams of purple mist erupted from his body, which was the power of Taoism he had comprehended.
Like a long dragon, the purple mist swept towards the statue, then circled around the statue, continuously rotating, and finally converged on the belly of the statue, turning into a purple vortex.
"This statue is really weird!"
Zhuo Wen looked at the purple vortex and said to Lan Ji and Ziwei Xingjun behind him: "You two exit the Morality Hall and wait for me outside. I will go in and take a look."
Lan Ji and Ziwei Xingjun did not refuse. They both knew that Taiqing was a more terrifying existence than Su Liyang. If they really encountered a terrifying and powerful person like Taiqing inside, they would basically be cannon fodder.
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After Lan Ji and Ziwei Xingjun left the Moral Hall, Zhuo Wen stepped into the purple vortex.
He wanted to see what Taiqing was up to.
He is no longer the Zhuo Wen he was back then. Even if he faces Taiqing directly, Taiqing may not be able to defeat him.
After the purple vortex is a long passage, which is filled with purple mist and looks extremely mysterious.
Zhuo Wen kept walking along the purple passage. When he reached the end of the purple passage, he stopped and his eyes showed solemnity.
At the end of the purple passage is a small stone chamber. This stone chamber is filled with various torture instruments used for restraints, and a corpse is hung in the torture instruments.
There were not just one carcass, but dozens of them, just like pigs being hung up in a slaughterhouse.
It can be seen from the outline of these remains that they should be women, with long hair hanging on both sides, and the specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.
Zhuo Wen walked to the nearest torture device. The woman on this torture device had her hands trapped in shackles and was hanging in the air. She was only wearing thin linen clothes and was stained with blood.
Zhuo Wen gently lifted the woman's hair and his eyes narrowed, because he discovered that the hanging woman was no stranger to him. She was actually Lianmeng, a disciple of Taiqing.
At this moment, Lianmeng's eyes were tightly closed, her appearance was haggard, her whole body had long since lost its breath, and she had obviously fallen completely.
Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a trace of anger. He knew that all this was Taiqing's fault, but what he didn't understand was why Taiqing treated Lianmeng like this. After all, Lianmeng was Taiqing's favorite disciple.
Zhuo Wen walked up to another woman and lifted her hair. His whole body froze, and he felt moved in his heart.
Because the face of the woman in front of him is actually Lianmeng, almost exactly the same.
Zhuo Wen lifted up the hair of other women again and discovered that the dozens of female corpses hanging in the stone room were all Lianmeng, or they looked exactly like Lianmeng.
"This...what on earth is going on?"
Zhuo Wen couldn't understand why what he saw were dozens of Lian Meng, and each Lian Meng seemed to be carved out of the same mold.
Creak!
Suddenly, the stone door at the end of the stone room was opened, and then a beautiful figure slowly walked out.
Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, because the beautiful figure that emerged was none other than Lian Meng.
At this moment, Lianmeng's whole body was full of fairy spirit, like a fairy descending to earth, with a noble and unique temperament.
Lian Meng glanced at Zhuo Wen indifferently, and then she consciously walked to the nearest torture device and put the torture device on her body.
Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Wen saw that after the torture device was put on Lianmeng's body, Lianmeng's whole body twitched, and the essence in her body was continuously absorbed by the torture device. After a while, Lianmeng turned into a withered corpse.