Chen Yongnuo's face was ashen and he asked in a deep voice: "What's going on? Why did you provoke such a master? If I were late, the consequences would be..."
Although there was an angry look on Chen Yongnuo's face and a hint of reproach in his tone of voice, to the ears of Guang Huan and others, it was more beautiful than anything else.
If they knew they would provoke these people, why would they go this way?
The two little cranes were preening each other's feathers on the side, ignoring the others. This time, if there hadn't been a sense of connection between them, which allowed Chen Yongnuo to rush to the rescue in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Chen Guanghuan briefly explained the matter, took out a token, handed it over, and said, "Uncle Third, I think this is what the other party wants. It looks a little evil."
Chen Yongnuo took it over and immediately frowned when he saw the red lotus on the token. He vaguely thought of what Guang Liang said before.
"Red Lotus Sect?" He murmured to himself. He remembered that Guang Liang and the others seemed to have gone to investigate the Red Lotus Sect, but he did not expect that their whereabouts would appear at the door of his house.
At that moment, he no longer hesitated, but took out the transmission talisman left by Guang Liang and conveyed the situation here to him.
The Shoe Cult matter is a big deal. Baiyang Mountain even sent a Jindan Zhenren to follow him. Although it is said that he also has a fancy for Guang Liang and protects him, there must be other intentions in it.
He thought for a while, but still felt uneasy. The aura in that golden seal gave him a familiar feeling. He had sensed it before in the flag of the black-faced god.
"You guys pack up quickly and go back to the mountain gate. I have to go out for a while. Before I come back, I will guard the mountain formation.
By the way, on your way back, give me an order. In all the major towns, anyone who believes in the black-faced god and has idols, statues, flags, etc. in their homes should be thoroughly investigated and turned over to me. Anyone who disobeys the order should be handed over to me.
Drive out of the Baiyang realm and never come back!"
After saying that, Chen Yongnuo turned into a sword light and flew towards the deep mountains and old forests.
Chen Yongnuo's flight was extremely fast and he disappeared from everyone's sight.
After about an hour of burning incense, Chen Yongnuo came to an unknown deserted mountain.
This is not the spiritual mountain scenery registered in Dongwang Pavilion. There is not even a spiritual vein in the barren mountain. The spiritual energy in this ten-mile radius is extremely thin, but this mountain is full of palaces and pavilions, and it is quite lively with people coming and going.
This mountain is called Black God Lord Mountain by the people around it. According to legend, there is a black-faced God Lord on the mountain who can communicate with spirits and respond to requests, but he can also appear to people from time to time.
As long as a good man believes in a woman and worships her sincerely, he will be blessed and all his wishes will come true.
Over the past few decades, this place has grown from a small temple on a barren mountain that no one knew about to a famous ancient temple thousands of miles away, with tens of thousands of believers.
Relying on the generous donations of these devout believers, small temples were built into large palaces, and they were built one after another until they became the scale they are today.
Chen Yongnuo drove the sword light around in the sky several times. He noticed that there was the aura of the golden seal here, so he lowered the sword light in a corner where no one was paying attention.
He used the Breath Condensation Technique to restrain his cultivation and aura, and transformed into a young man who looked like a young man wandering around in incense.
He mingled among the many pilgrims and started walking from the foot of the mountain.
The people walking beside him were almost all ordinary people. They were all bringing their families with them, and most of them were holding incense and candles as tribute, with pious faces on their faces.
Chen Yongnuo walked around carefully and found that the aura he had just sensed was emanating from the statues in the temple. Apart from the fact that these statues were a little mysterious, there was not even a single practitioner in the huge barren mountain.
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Could it be that this divine king knew that his whereabouts had been exposed and that it would be difficult to conceal his identity, and he was afraid of being investigated by Baiyang Mountain, so he fled in fear of crime?
Chen Yongnuo walked around various temples and saw some good-looking young women and boys being invited by the people in the temple to go to the side hall to listen to the recitation of sutras. He knew that the sutras and recitations were just an excuse, and what specific things were done
He knew it without looking at it.
In his eyes, even the statues of this desolate mountain temple were filthy.
Chen Yongnuo despised this, but there was no progress in the clues he wanted.
At this time, a young man in white clothes walked towards him slowly. Chen Yongnuo looked over and saw that this man's steps were frivolous. Although he looked dignified, he was strong on the outside but capable on the inside.
"Householder, are you interested in going to the side hall to listen to Master Xuan's practice of divine magic and Taoism?" The young man in white stopped in front of Chen Yongnuo.
Chen Yongnuo shook his head and was about to pass by him. When he passed by, the young man seemed to have a flash of light.
This divine light was different from the one he sensed from the statue. It was peaceful and contained a ray of peace. When he wanted to check it again, the divine light had already disappeared.
So, he stopped, looked back and asked: "I wonder which mysterious master opened the altar?"
When the young man in white heard this, he immediately turned around and said, "Master Mao Gen is about to start a new career. He has only been brought in recently and has won the favor of the Lord God."
Chen Yongnuo just walked around in a circle, and some of the tasks in the temple were all clear. In the temple, there are not many people who have the ability to open an altar, only three or five, and there is no one named
Grassroots.
"Lead the way!" Chen Yongnuo thought for a moment and decided to go over and take a look first.
This black-faced lord dares to do some messy things under Baiyangshan's nose. He must have some abilities. Judging from the previous fight, the lord's cultivation level is higher than that of Chen Yongnuo, but not even higher.
Not much, at most it's the late stage of virtual form, but it's just better than the opponent's divine light.
If the two of them really wanted to fight against each other, Chen Yongnuo would not necessarily be inferior. The other party had not yet condensed the golden elixir, and even if Chen Yongnuo was defeated, the Divine Lord would not be able to keep him.
This is also the reason why Chen Yongnuo dared to pursue him.
Since he wasn't even afraid of the Black-faced Lord, why would he worry about this Mao Gen? What's more, he had a vague feeling that this Mao Gen wouldn't be able to deal with the Lord.
After hearing this, the young man in white showed a look of joy on his face. He was born as a mortal, and there had never been a monk in his family for seven or eight generations. However, he was precociously intelligent since he was a child. He could read at the age of three and recite books at the age of five.
, he could compose poems and inscriptions at the age of eight. He was called a child prodigy. His family even sold iron in exchange for spiritual stones and sent him to the fairy city to learn skills. However, he went around in circles for five or six years without even having the spiritual light.
Enlighten it.
Later, he heard that the black-faced god here had great supernatural powers and could help people point out a divine path. He wholeheartedly sought the way and came here all the way.
After arriving here, Shenjun did not see him, but he met an old Taoist. The old Taoist looked a bit slovenly, but the young man in white believed that this man was an expert and wanted to worship him as his teacher.