It was drizzling, and at some point, the sky became gloomier.
Lightning passed silently between the clouds, and then there was the sound of thunder.
In front of Tianxuan Palace.
Two figures, one tall and one short, moved leisurely on the long stone steps.
"Many people call me a goddess, but that was actually a long time ago."
The woman in white in front is wearing a golden-winged mask, looking up at the Taoist palace ahead.
"The word "Goddess" comes from Buddhism. I was selected and brought to Dadu to practice Sanskrit music and the dance of gods and demons. I still remember that it happened many years ago..."
Tongzhang looked at the approaching Taoist palace gate with deep eyes.
"Sixteen Heavenly Demonic Dance, juniors have also heard of it." Zhang Rongfang replied in a low voice behind him.
"Yes. If Emperor Damir hadn't stopped me, I might have become the imperial concubine now. I would have become the evil demon who tempted the Buddha..."
Tong Zhang recalled.
"So, if you take the path of Taoism, it's good. If you take the path of Taoism, it's also good."
Zhang Rongfang didn't know why. He didn't know why he came here.
But I saw that the goddess Tongzhang had already moved forward.
He could only keep up.
The two of them walked to the gate of Tianxuan Palace.
The two Taoists guarding the palace gate had already seen them from a distance, and saw that the two of them were chatting leisurely, with a calm demeanor, and their clothes did not look like ordinary people.
The two Taoists also bowed to the two of them in good faith.
The goddess Tongzhang smiled back and continued walking in with Zhang Rongfang.
Go through the square opposite the main entrance.
Passing by rows of Taoists sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras.
They came to the largest main hall in the middle of Tianxuan Palace.
There is a huge plaque hanging above the main hall - "Sanqing Hall".
There are constant pilgrims inside, Taoists chanting sutras and ringing bells.
The curling smoke of incense fills the hall, making the splendid statues look like dead objects.
Hu Shizhi, the master of Sanqing Hall, was taking a nap with his eyes closed on the right side. He was sleeping soundly when suddenly he felt something was wrong and he quickly opened his eyes.
In front of him was a white jade-like arm, silently pointing towards his forehead.
A white shadow flashed.
Tongzhang retracted his right palm and pulled out a golden needle between his two fingers.
Then throw it away.
laugh!
A piece of golden needles flew out, and the Taoists looking to the left fell down in response.
All of them had been stabbed in the face and head. They lost their voices and could not move within two seconds. It was obvious that some acupuncture point had been stabbed.
When some pilgrims who were prostrating themselves saw this scene, they screamed and ran away frantically.
Tongzhang didn't care, just looked up at the statue.
"Later, when I joined the Golden Wing Tower, I understood another truth."
"Nothing in this world can be obtained without paying a price."
Zhang Rongfang heard this and asked thoughtfully.
“What if we didn’t see the cost at the time?”
"Good luck will also make people relax." Tong Zhang said softly, "People need pain and setbacks to always alert themselves."
"If there are no demons in this world, where can the Buddha come from?"
"With salvation and salvation, only then will people believe in it."
Zhang Rongfang naturally understands this truth in his heart. Isn’t this the relative existence in modern theory?
But he didn't expect that there would be people in this world who could understand so deeply on their own.
The two turned around and walked out of Sanqing Hall, and soon a group of Taoists came forward.
The white-haired old Taoist leader bowed to the two of them, and then led people to seal the gate of Sanqing Hall.
Tongzhang didn't take it seriously and continued to walk with Zhang Rongfang in the Taoist palace.
Everywhere he went and stopped, more than ten lives disappeared on the spot.
The gold needles in her hand seemed to be endless and they were scattered freely, really like a goddess scattering flowers.
Not long after, the two of them walked out of Tianxuan Palace, and hundreds of people inside the Dao Palace had already fallen.
Suppressed cries kept coming from inside.
The goddess Tongzhang seemed to be used to it.
"Let's go to the next place."
Soon someone brought her a new box of gold needles from the side.
She put it away carefully and walked in another direction with Zhang Rongfang.
That is vaguely the location of Dayang Temple.
When Zhang Rongfang left, he looked back at Tianxuan Palace and saw the palace owner and his people standing in the center of the square, watching them leave from a distance.
"Are those all people who deserve to die?" he couldn't help but ask.
When Tongzhang took action just now, it even affected some ordinary pilgrims.
"I don't know."
The goddess shook her head slightly.
"Can't we let some innocent people go?" Zhang Rongfang frowned.
He can be absolutely ruthless towards his enemies and eradicate them at their root.
But for ordinary people who have nothing to do with him, he doesn't think there is any benefit in killing people at will.
"It doesn't matter." Tong Zhang smiled, "Just go and get rid of everyone in their family later."
Zhang Rongfang didn't mean this in his heart, but he still didn't dare to speak again.
In Dayang Temple, the goddess Tongzhang walked and killed people along the way.
One second each monk was even clasping his hands in greeting, and the next second he fell to the ground and slowly lost his life.
From the courtyard gate to the main hall.
Groups of men and horses in gray and white armor surrounded Dayang Temple.
Starting from the moment when the goddess took action, a group of heroes rushed into the door with swords in hand, surrounded by short crossbow troops behind them, and no one was allowed to escape.
"So many Yunyan dead soldiers!?...How did I, Dayang Temple, offend you!? Why did you do this to me??!"
A strong white-bearded monk, holding a copper staff, beat back three dead men with a single blow and joined forces with a long sword.
He looked sad.
The powerful and high-quality martial arts that he practiced day and night were powerless when faced with the aim of so many dead soldiers and short crossbows.
"Abbot Fang Ye?" Zhang Rongfang recognized this person. He was Monk Fang Ye, known as the top master of Bronze King Kong in Dayang Temple.
Fang Ye is a Dharma name, and it is precisely because of this special Dharma name that he remembers this person.
"Tiannu Tongzhang! How many monks have you killed over the years? Isn't it enough now!?"
Fang Ye's muscles all over his body bulged, and his limit-breaking skills exploded one after another.
The increasingly powerful Qi and blood made the skin of his body turn red and his eyes became bloodshot.
Just by visual inspection, Zhang Rong could easily feel the aura emanating from the other person's body, which made him feel a little depressed.
"This is the ultimate state formed by a combination of limit-breaking techniques." Tong Zhang explained softly.
"After the ninth level, one can learn a complete set of all limit-breaking techniques of superior martial arts. And in any superior martial arts, all limit-breaking techniques can form its own unique limit state when connected together.
This is also the key to why excellence is recognized as excellence.”
Zhang Rongfang suddenly recalled the time when he used the Zhuyue Sword, Huang Yuzhen, a ninth-level master at that time, who seemed to have used similar skills at that time.
Now, I didn’t expect that there is actually a ninth grade in Dayang Temple!
"Ah!!" Monk Fang Ye stepped forward, waved his copper staff, and with a bang, it hit the two of them like a cannonball.
Compared with his strong body, which is more than two meters tall, the height of the goddess Tongzhang is not even as high as Zhang Rongfang, only 1.7 meters.
The two of them were like a rhinoceros crashing into a sika deer.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the two people passed each other.
Director Fang Ye rushed over and walked a few steps on the stone floor, his speed getting slower and slower.
Plop.
He knelt on the ground, and there was a golden needle between his eyebrows, which was only a little bit deep.
"You...as expected..." He completely lost his breath.
Tongzhang took back his hand.
No matter whether he is a ninth-grade person or an ordinary person, he is like a golden needle in her hands.
However, Zhang Rongfang had a vague feeling that the gold needle did not seem to be real gold, but some kind of metal that looked like gold.
He looked at the other monks who were being slaughtered not far away, and suddenly felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
"Why do we want to kill so many people? Sir, what is our purpose?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Erase all esoteric teachings." The goddess replied.
"If you catch fish with bait, you must eat them all." Her eyes crossed the door of the temple hall and fell on the tall and solemn Buddha statue inside.
"What if it's not clean?" Zhang Rongfang asked.
"...The secret scrolls of scriptures and silks do not allow any leakage or copying. Therefore, if the secret teachings are not clean..." the goddess turned around.
"Then we can only massacre the city."
"Let's go to the next place."
She turned around and walked towards the door of the temple.
Zhang Rongfang froze, and the answer he just said kept echoing in his mind.
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Inside the Palace of Mirrors.
Taking advantage of the chaos, a figure quietly rushed into Zhang Rongfang's bedroom, picked up the real small box where the manuscripts were stored, and ran away.
Outside, a group of masters from the Black Ten Sect were frantically surrounding and killing the Silver-faced Cicada.
They were panicked for a while at first, especially when the snake king turned around and left, which made a group of people panic.
But soon, after several people died in a row, it became clear that everyone was a sect after all and had no fear of life or death, so they immediately roared and started to fight frantically.
The shouts of killing continued to spread, like ripples spreading on the surface of the water.
In the bedroom, a figure carried a small box and escaped through the back door and through the wall.
This person is Zhao Tianming who has been sending messages to the Black Ten Sect, using other internal agents of the Esoteric Sect within the Black Ten Sect to stir up leverage and achieve his goals.
He quickly rushed out of the Taoist palace, grabbed a set of clothes hanging in a residential house on the roadside, and covered the box in his arms.
Then he ran towards the outside of the city at full speed.
While running, he kept swaying here and there instead of walking in a straight line, just to avoid the pursuers behind him.
On the way, he found a place to stop in the woods and opened the box with a special lockpick.
Inside was a scroll of hand-written scriptures and some scattered copper-colored metal parts.
There is also a stack of more than 700 taels of silver coins.
"This kid...as expected...as expected, he has a great relationship with Bai Ying, and even such an important thing is placed with him."
Not long after, he put everything away and quickly walked through the woods and came to a somewhat rugged mountain road.
There was already a person waiting for him on the mountain road.
As soon as the man saw Zhao Tianming, he quickly came closer.
"Brother, something happened with the Tantric Cult."
This man's face is actually very similar to Zhao Tianming's. The age is also about the same, so he is obviously a blood brother.
"It happened just in time. Those fools really thought I had fallen into their Maze Powder. They thought I was worried about the antidote, so I wouldn't lie. It's a pity...hehe."
Zhao Tianming sneered.
"Brother, what should we do now? I have arranged for my family to leave the city in advance, and now they are all in our own village outside the city." The younger brother said in a deep voice.
"Sure enough, my previous hunch was right. Go and take everyone with you immediately to Weiyang Mansion! As long as I don't have any worries, everything will be easy to handle!"
Zhao Tianming said urgently.
"Also, take this with you! I'll go back to find you!" He handed over Zhang Rongfang's box.
"Brother, what is this?" the younger brother asked curiously.
"Good stuff, life-saving. Some of it can be exchanged for money in case of emergency."
Even excluding the treasures, those fragments of parts and banknotes are probably the inventory that Zhang Ying worked so hard to accumulate for so long.
"Okay, shall I go back first? Brother, please hurry up."
The younger brother took the box, turned around and left quickly.
"Go, go, I'll come back later." Zhao Tianming breathed out easily.
Watching his brother slowly disappearing into the forest.
Buzz!
Suddenly a silver light flashed across.
The younger brother's body in the distance was broken into two sections at the waist. It seemed as if it was cut directly with a click of scissors.
Blood sprayed, and the small box in his hand rolled up and fell to the grass.
Zhao Tianming's eyes froze.
He did not look at the box, but looked at his brother's body that fell to the ground, his face gradually distorted and twitching.
Deep in the forest, Zhang Rongfang walked out slowly, bent down and picked up the box on the ground. He sighed.
After opening the box, he immediately took out the scriptures and silk manuscripts inside and hid them on himself.
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