Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 144 The Heaven Is Dead
The temple door closed without wind, and with a bang, the Taoist priest stood up in shock, the god's eyes shone with divine light, and the white snake with the beams coiled on its head hung upside down, spitting out a letter to look over.

Jingle Jingle!

The Taoist hurriedly took off the rattle around his waist and shook it, muttering something, a mysterious Taoist talisman appeared on the Xinghuang Taoist robe, this is the golden clothes curse, it is by this magic that he can escape from Hezhou.

The oil lamp in the temple was dim, and there were rustling noises in the corners where the light could not reach, as if countless eyes were peeping over.

'Who is this Spiritual True Monarch... There is an evil spirit in the splendor. '

As a person in the evil way, he felt that this place was mysterious and strange. When he turned his head, a phantom figure with a huge human face suddenly appeared in the air in front of him, opened his mouth and slammed at him. Resisting, still being pushed against the door leaf, panicked in his heart, his fingertips hurriedly dropped to the door panel and quickly wrote the word 'jie'.

The door was just loosened, he pulled it away, turned around and ran out, he didn't dare to stay in this temple, at first he thought it was just a newly built temple, he could take advantage of it, and if he stole the incense, it would not be in vain to come here, Where did I expect to encounter such a weird temple.

Not to mention dealing with timidity, but walking so far in the rivers and lakes, the more weird it is, the more you don't want to mess with it, who knows whether the ghost behind the statue is a human soul, or a big monster who can't see the light.

The Taoist walked fast, stroking the yellow talisman between his knees, and went to the end of the street in the blink of an eye. When he was still thinking about the weirdness in the temple, he suddenly stopped and subconsciously looked around, the high and low buildings and attics , the lights went out.

Occasionally, there are dogs barking in the distance, ethereal echoes in the streets and alleys, and a thin mist churning against the ground.

'Clang...'

In the thin mist, there was a faint sound of golden cymbals, and the heartbeat of the Taoist accelerated at this moment. He stood upright between his lips and recited the mantra. In the mist in front of him, he vaguely saw a figure holding a book and holding a staff Looking at the night sky.

In the surrounding air, there is a faint babbling opera voice, like a Taoist priest chanting scriptures, echoing in the empty street with a long sound.

"...all say my brother, who brought the Han family into chaos, who said that the imperial court is fatuous, leaving the people with nowhere to survive..."

Sure enough, the Taoist listened to the confused vocabulary, turned around and walked quickly to another street corner. After two steps, there was another figure standing in the mist, and the strange opera sound came again.

"We used talismans to save people, raised thousands of believers, made the emperor restless, and forced us to shake the smoke..."

'Again. '

The Taoist knew that this time he had encountered something evil, so he stepped back step by step, turned around and went back the same way, but just as he reached the intersection, a figure riding a horse sat on the horse's back and stared straight at him in the white mist.

The weird-sounding opera sound also fell to the last stanza at this time.

It seems that there are countless people singing and shouting along!
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world will be prosperous!"

"The sky is dead..." An old sigh came from the mist, and the Taoist turned back to look at the figure holding the stick, the thin mist gradually dispersed, it was wearing leather armor and a yin and yang yellow robe The old man, with gray beard and hair draped over his shoulders and a yellow scarf wrapped around his forehead, flipped through an old yellowing book in his hand, and glanced at the Taoist priest slightly.

"The jumping beam clown is also worthy of wearing this apricot robe."

The talisman stick in his hand fell to the ground, and a whirlwind immediately staggered the Taoist priest back away. The Taoist robe on his body hissed several times, and it was torn into strips and hung on him.

'This...my Taoist robe...'

The Taoist spread out the torn strips of cloth, terrified in his heart, and the mist over there was also dissipating, revealing the same figure wrapped in a yellow scarf, wearing a yellow robe and armor, holding a sharp sword, and exhaled , The sound of the wind came close to the ground, and instantly turned the remaining cloth strips on the Taoist priest into powder and scattered them in the air.

Howling!
The war horse neighed, and the figure on horseback was holding a spear, wearing a yellow scarf around his head, with a rough face, and a turbid air wafted from his mouth and nose, permeating the whole body of the Taoist priest.

Cough!

The Taoist felt the smoke choke his nostrils and kept coughing. He raised the white flag in his hand and instantly inhaled the turbid smoke into the flag. When he stepped on the ground with his feet, he got into the ground in an instant and disappeared.

"Hmph, you run fast!"

The figure holding the sharp sword snorted coldly, and was about to chase after him, but was stopped by the knight who came over: "Second brother, don't forget, he has been hit by the plague spell of being a younger brother, even if he escapes from the city, he will die on the way!" .”

"gone back."

The old man holding the stick had no extra words, and lightly tapped the end of the stick on the ground. The figures of the three dispersed in the street, leaving only a little mist still floating.

……

"Zhenjun, why did that man come to the temple?"

In the quiet temple, in the air invisible to ordinary people, Wang Zhaoyuan showed a tall figure, looking at the altar in front of him.After a while, a voice sounded behind him. Chen Yuan stood at the gate of the temple with her hands behind her back, and said softly, "It should be the master of that man. He probably came in after waiting outside for a long time, or found the corpse."

Wang Zhaoyuan glanced back and forth between the statue and the entrance of the temple, then quickly turned around and bowed to this side. Before he could speak, Chen Yuan continued: "That man smells like an underground demon. If it's not bad, it should be He jumped out from Hezhou, I heard from Daoist Yuchen before that the leader of this group of people was injured and fled by the celestial master, I guess they will go to meet up, but I don't know if the Zhang brothers can bring him back."

The moment the words fell, a gust of wind blew towards the front of the temple, and three figures, headed by the old man, floated from far to near.

"Chen Yuan has met three good teachers, Tiangong, Digong, and Rengong!"

"True Lord, don't be polite."

The old man also smiled and bowed his hands to return the salute. His expression was different from that before he met the Taoist. "The person that the real king wanted ran away from the ground, but he was infected with the plague, so he might not live until dawn."

Uh……

Chen Yuan originally wanted the three of them to bring them back, but now it seems that it will not work, anyway, these woodcarvings have their own personalities, and if they really want to order them to do things, they have a feeling of controlling their subordinates, which is not beautiful.

It happened that the three of them were there, so he asked Guan Zhang and others about the woodcarving, otherwise he would always be troubled.

"Great virtuous teacher, I don't know if I can tell you, Second Master..." When Chen Yuan said this title, the faces of the three brothers over there changed, but they didn't say anything. kind.

Zhang Jiao seemed to know what Chen Yuan was going to ask, and walked into the temple with a talisman stick.

"It may be difficult for Zhenjun to bring them back. They have been discovered by the gods of this world. That day, the thunder calamity blocked them all and blinded their spiritual knowledge, living in the original world."

"Blinded?"

"Well, blocking the soul makes it impossible for the true king to communicate with them. If you want to save them, you can only pull the Senluo Palace here, use the reincarnation platform, go to the original world, and bring them back one by one."

"Can you make it simpler."

Zhang Jiao smiled, "For example, if you want to bring Guan Yunchang back, you should go to Zhuo County at the end of the Han Dynasty to wake him up. For example, Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong will go back to Tang Dynasty. But you must do this , Zhenjun must first take out of the Senluo Palace and use the Samsara Platform, otherwise he will not be able to avoid this god, and will only be trapped forever."

Chen Yuan didn't feel anything when she heard that she was discovered by this god. It would be strange if she hadn't been discovered after killing so many people before.

But it will be difficult to bring Sen Luodian to reality.

He himself can't even get out of Luo now, and can only move within a few miles around the Zhenjun Temple.

"Don't be in a hurry, Zhenjun. You might as well give alms in the city with peace of mind. After accumulating strength, it's not too late to act."

"That's all for now."

Chen Yuan arched her hands to the three: "Then I will trouble the three of you and help me a little bit."

"Hehe, small matter."

The bean-sized lights flickered, illuminating the inside and outside of the temple, the mountains outside the outline of the distant city, the ground was loose, and a Taoist priest holding a white banner emerged from the soil.

Amidst the chirping of night birds, he stumbled forward, and occasionally felt warmth flowing from his mouth and nose, and after wiping it, his palms were full of dark red blood.

Soon, he staggered a few steps and fell down.

In the night wind, there was a sound of breaking through the air at this time, and a figure seemed to see the Taoist priest on the ground, descended from midair, and helped him up.

"Teacher..." The Taoist opened his eyes, saw the face in front of him, and called out in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)