Qin Yu was curious after hearing this, so he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and sat directly on the table of the two old men, and started chatting with them.
These two old men are both ordinary qi-refining monks. At this age, they are still in the qi-refining stage, and there is basically no need to practice, so the two old brothers just talk about anecdotes and take it as a pastime.
Qin Yu's mouth was quite sweet, and the two old men couldn't stop chatting. The more they chatted, the more content there was. Zhang Cong found it quite interesting.
According to the two old men, there were some problems with the inheritance of the Moon Worship Sect. The previous leaders were all women, so each leader would select a saint to be the successor of the next leader. The inheritance skills of the Moon Worship Sect were actually just inheritance.
She is of the lineage of a saint, but the methods of alchemy and sacrifice have always been mastered by the high priest, and this high priest is a man.
Outsiders don't know much about the details of the Lunar Worship Cult, so of course no one can explain the details. However, it seems that the Moon God Altar is also an important spell of the Lunar Worship Cult, so although the saint holds the main inheritance,
The things in the hands of the high priest also make the saint very worried.
After Qin Yu returned to Zhang Cong, he asked in a low voice: "It looks like it will be lively at night? What are you going to do? Do you have any plans?"
Zhang Cong thought for a moment: "Of course I want to kill those from the Moon Temple. Didn't you listen to what those two old men said? The Moon Temple is still an alchemy cultivator and has secret techniques for sacrifice. These auxiliaries are very useful to Wanjin Hall.
If you want him to die, first cut off his arm and knock out all his minions, and finally only Jin Daozong will be left leading a few Nascent Souls of the Jin family. No matter how powerful he is, what kind of trouble can he make?"
Qin Yu nodded, looked around and stopped talking.
What Zhang Cong was thinking about was something else. If the Moon Worship Sect was really the inheritance left by the Saint of the Moon, Cuihua Zun would definitely not let him kill the Saint of the Moon Worship Sect. As for killing the Saint of the Moon Worship Temple,
The priests and elders, Zhang Cong didn't know if the little bottle would stop him.
More and more people are going up the mountain. Not only the tea shed inn is full, but also the grass is full of people. As night falls, a scent of medicine suddenly floats over the misty and steaming mountain top.
With a thought, Zhang Cong found that there were four to five hundred monks at the foot of the mountain, walking up the mountain. Although their cultivation levels were not low, no one used escape techniques. They all climbed up the steps like mortals, and the medicine
The fragrance comes from these monks.
Zhang Cong knew that these should be the disciples of the Moon Temple, because they were all men. There were twelve Nascent Souls and more than thirty Jindan monks among them. A Nascent Soul wearing a black robe in the team aroused Zhang Cong's attention.
of attention.
That monk has almost stepped onto the threshold of becoming a god. Zhang Cong is not so cautious despite his high level of cultivation, but this Nascent Soul actually carries a strong spatial attribute.
Zhang Cong estimated that this man in black robes must be the high priest of the Moon Temple, who is skilled in alchemy and sacrifice. It is estimated that his strong spatial attributes are the attribute magic of the sacrifice spell.
Soon the group of people reached the top of the mountain. Many believers stood up excitedly and gathered around. The monks of the Moon Temple did not look sideways and walked directly onto the high platform. They lined up in six rows and sat cross-legged on the platform to worship the moon.
At this time, there was another burst of cheers from the bottom of the mountain. Zhang Cong took a look and saw a line of dim lights appearing on the climbing steps at the bottom of the mountain. Many people followed those lights and cheered as they walked up the mountain. Soon the first light came on.
Went up to the top of the mountain.
A small glazed lantern was held in the hands of a woman dressed in white. The white gauze hanging down from the bamboo hat completely covered her face. It was impossible to see the woman's appearance clearly, but her graceful figure
, but it is inevitably reminiscent of it.
Soon a group of monks behind him climbed to the top of the mountain. There were a total of one hundred and eight women holding lamps, all dressed in the same costume. Zhang Cong discovered a woman in the team who had the highest cultivation level. She was in the late Nascent Soul stage, although she was in great perfection.
He is not as strong as the high priest, but he exudes a sense of tranquility and holiness, which even makes people feel a sense of pity.
A group of women seemed to have practiced this kind of magic. More than a hundred women in white were like fairies descending to earth, covering the entire top of the mountain with a halo, making the entire Miaoxiang Peak look like a fairyland.
This group of women was followed by thousands of believers, almost all of whom were men, and most of them were monks. Their eyes were shining, and they were so excited that they kept shouting and cheering, causing a commotion on the mountain peak.
This group of women did not say a word, and went directly to the moon worship platform and sat on the right side of the high platform, separated by a large distance from the Moon Temple team where they were originally seated.
At this time, the moon was almost reaching the top of the head, and the hour was about to reach midnight. The two groups of monks meditated for nearly half an hour. Only then did two monks emerge from the group and walked together to the open space in front of the group.
Zhang Cong discovered that it was the high priest and the late Nascent Soul master from the Yue Worship Sect. Although the two stood together, they did not communicate with each other throughout the process. Instead, they each took out some things from their storage bags and built the building together.
A weird altar.
The altar was indeed very strange. Nine strange stones that were three feet in size were arranged in the shape of a door. There were some silver branches piled around it. As soon as they were placed, there was a ball of silver light surrounding the stone door.
, making this altar fluorescent and shining, looking both ancient and mysterious.
Qin Yu whispered: "This is a bit like a space-time gate, and the stone they used to set up the formation is also a kind of jade that contains the power of time and space."
Zhang Cong nodded and said nothing. He also controls the power of time and space, so of course he can understand the doorway of this altar, but he doesn't understand what the Moon Worship Sect and the Moon Goddess Temple want to do with this.
Until now, there has been no movement in the small porcelain bottle. Zhang Cong is a little surprised. Is his guess wrong? Are the Moon Worship Sect and Moon Temple not related to the Moonlight Saint?
Zhang Cong noticed a detail. Among the nine pieces of jade, the high priest took out six pieces and the Yuanying Holy Girl took out three pieces. However, all the branches were taken out by the woman. It seems that the split at that time will
The treasures of the Moon Worship Sect are also divided into two parts, so to perform this moon worship ceremony, both sects still need to complete it together.
The moon has risen to the zenith. The full moon tonight is extremely bright and very big. There is also a rare cloud in the sky. The moon is like water, illuminating a bright spot on the worship platform, coupled with hundreds of people wearing white robes.
Monk, let the worship platform be shrouded in silver light.
At this time, the high priest was seen waving a silver staff and began to recite an ancient spell. Suddenly, the voice of the small porcelain bottle came from Zhang Cong's mind: "He is reciting the Clear Light Mantra of the ancient Moon God Clan.
Don't kill him first, wait and see."
Zhang Cong responded, and then told Qin Yu and Lu Wuying not to rush into action yet and listen to his instructions. Qin Yu turned to look at him, and he probably could understand the reason.
From beginning to end, it was the high priest who was praying, while the saint stood beside the altar without saying a word. At this moment, the moon in the sky suddenly changed.
The originally bright moon actually became bigger and bigger, and finally seemed to be pressing down on the worship platform. The shadow on the moon was clearly visible, but now it looks more like looking at a landscape painting.
It is so vivid that the high mountains, old trees and strange flowers on the moon, and even the beautiful buildings and jade buildings hidden in the forest, all look particularly lifelike.
Zhang Cong had seen mirages on the sand sea and experienced the illusions of the Valley of the Fallen Gods and the Deserted Tombs. He did not think that these monks could really bring the moon to their side, let alone the Nascent Soul stage or the Mahayana stage.
This ability.
With his spiritual thoughts swept away, Zhang Cong discovered that the moon was not a real moon star at all, but it contained extremely strong power of the moon star. It seems that this Qingguang Altar can really use the power of the moon star to practice. Could it be that these monks just rely on it?
Are you practicing this way?
The voice of the small porcelain bottle came again in his mind: "Let's see what they are going to do next. If they can only clear the light spell and set up an altar, they may not be the descendants of the Moon God clan. After all, the inheritance of the Moon God is very broad. Blue Star
Not only Donglong Continent, but also other continents have the custom of worshiping the moon."
Zhang Cong looked at the scene on the stage and still had no reaction.
As the moon got closer and closer, suddenly a large ball of light emitted from the moon. Zhang Cong immediately felt a huge spiritual wave, which was transmitted directly from the moon shadow to the altar. The nine jade stones immediately transformed into
It became crystal clear and began to absorb a large amount of the essence of the moon spirit.
The monks on the stage were also frantically absorbing the power of the Moon God, like a sponge that had dried up for a long time and suddenly encountered water. The huge suction force almost caused the full moon to begin to twist and deform.
The high priest raised his silver staff, and a ray of silver light suddenly shot into the sky. At this time, the saint finally made a move, raised her long sleeves, and a white brocade flew out of the sleeves like a silver snake, with a string of crisp
The ringtone floated in the night sky.
At this time, the small porcelain vase suddenly let out a cry: "This woman actually has a fairy brocade and a falling flower bell?" Zhang Cong's heart was moved, and he quickly asked with his mind: "Do you know this thing? What is its origin?"
The little porcelain bottle replied: "These two things are the magic weapons of the Moon God Clan. The nine maids under the Holy Maiden all wear these two magic weapons. The Immortal Binding Brocade has the power to bind immortals. The nine pieces form a large formation. Even if it is gold
Even immortals cannot escape, and once the falling flower bell is shaken, it will rain down flowers all over the sky. The flowers look like a brocade, but each piece is as heavy as a thousand pieces, and it is also a treasure that can defeat the enemy."
"Then do you mean to wait a little longer or go now? We are coming to destroy the Moon Temple." Zhang Cong asked.
"You and Qin Yu should go over now. If that holy girl is ignorant and uses that magic weapon to hurt you, I will take that magic weapon away. As for the sacrifice, it doesn't matter. There are many who can clear the light spell, and he is not from the Moon God Clan.
descendants".
After the small porcelain bottle finished speaking, a stream of cool spiritual energy was directly injected into Zhang Cong's divine spring. Suddenly, a layer of dazzling silver light emerged from Zhang Cong's body, which was even more dazzling than the moon-worshiping monk on the stage.
Zhang Cong took Qin Yu's hand, and a silver light flew to the high platform.
