Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 145

The late night wind passed over the cliff, and the embroidered red robe gently rustled in the wind. The gray-haired old man looked at the weak Taoist priest on the ground, and stretched out his hand to lightly touch his body, exuding some turbid air.

"Headmaster..."

The Taoist saw clearly the old man with white beard and thin face, and wanted to struggle, but his hands trembled a few times involuntarily, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The blood that had been cleaned up spewed out from the mouth and nose again, dark red and sticky, exuding plague.

The old man waved his robe to remove the turbid air, his face was serious and silent, "Who hurt you like this?"

"Miao... Luodu... Zhenjun Temple, there is something weird..."

At this moment, the Taoist priest had dark red bean sores on his face, and the backs of his hands and arms that he slowly raised were all covered. He looked terrifying and frightening, and looked at the old man pleadingly: "Master, save me..."

"Will do."

The old man nodded, got up and brushed his robe sleeves, the Taoist's body instantly ignited a fire, the latter's dying strength erupted, writhing and writhing on the ground, screaming: "Yue Lin...you must die!!"

The wind blew across the cliff and passed by the red robe, like an old man with a tall and straight mountain, with the aura of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, the fire reflected his solemn face, and he glanced at the struggling Taoist priest on the ground.

"You are infected with the plague, and if the common people get it, wouldn't it mean that too many people will die? They are all good treasures, and..."

The old man walked aside with his hands behind his back: "Using women as furnaces... Do you know that these women can have many children in the future, and the children can continue to have many children. They are sacrifices to feed the abyss, killing chickens to get eggs... This old man has long thought about it." I killed you."

In his voice, there was no sound from the rolling Taoist priest, and his flesh and obscene clothes were scorched in the flames.The old man looked into the distance, he was not interested in what kind of temples in that city were strange, what he had to do now was to stay away from this place and hide somewhere else.

I don't know when, Tianshi Mansion has noticed the burrow, and gradually stripped him to the surface. This is a dangerous signal. He doesn't want to have any intersection with Tianshi Mansion, at least not now.

Originally, none of this would have happened, but the young man who came out of nowhere broke the process of sacrificial offerings that had lasted for hundreds of years, and exposed him to the eyes of famous sects such as Tianshi Mansion. If he could be given another ten years, perhaps I was able to catch up with my original master, but unfortunately there is no chance in this world to do it all over again.

If so, he might have strangled that young man named Chen Yuan in advance on the road of cultivating Taoism. He doesn't know what happened to the other party now, and he doesn't have much time to worry about it.

ten years……

He only needs to wait ten years for a new round of demon sacrifice to begin, and he will be able to pass the Nascent Soul and reach the realm of becoming a god.

"Chen Yuan, although I don't know where you are, this old man will always remember this debt and will definitely ask you for it!"

The sound echoed on the cliff, and the mountain wind blew over here, leaving only a burning corpse and nothing else.

……

As the night fades away, the sky turns white.

The first ray of morning sun shines on the majestic and ancient city walls, and the streets and alleys have already set off bustle. The temples on the side of the Xinyang River are slowly smoked, and the first incense burns are floating on the top of the temple.

Pedestrians congratulated the gentry who lit the incense.

There are also devout pilgrims who picked up brooms to help sweep away the dust in the temple after worshiping incense, feeling as if they were being watched by the real king on the altar.

The white snake writhed on the wooden beams and the frame of the house, spitting out letters, watching the crowds, talking, crying, and arguing below. The cold vertical pupils were a feeling of excitement and curiosity. At a certain moment, it was discovered by the sharp-eyed people. With a cry of exclamation, the not-so-big snake body slid straight to the shoulders of the statue and entangled it, like a real king's pet, attracting pilgrims to worship.

Not long after, statues of gods and gods were pulled up, and they were placed one by one on both sides of the altars in the sight of the people and pilgrims in the past. Xu Huaiyu was dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, learned to tie up a Taoist bun, and held a He Mu, introduced the names and stories of these gods and men to others.

A child named Xiaotong would come here from time to time, together with his father, who was gradually recovering, just to bow down to the real emperor in the temple. Today he went to Caishikou in the east of the city and saw his wife beheaded with his own eyes. head off.

Now there is no resentment in my heart, I can only look at the statue of the real king and feel grateful.

As the days passed, the brand-new temple was covered with yellowing leaves, leaving traces of wind and rain. The hot autumn passed, and the streets and alleys were covered with snow.

The heavy snow stopped, and occasionally there were scattered snowflakes drifting over Zuandong's shoulders. In front of Zhenjun Temple, there was still a crowd of people. Someone found that there were three more temple worshipers with yellow scarves on their heads. Greet the people in the past, and see a doctor for free.

At the close of the new year, the reputation gradually spread far and wide, and the people outside the city also heard that the Temple of Zhenjun had efficacious effects, and the magic spells at the temple congratulations meeting saved people from illness.

There are more and more believers.

Time goes by, the winter snow melts, and it is no longer cold. The old cow walks on the street with a cloth bag on its hooves, like a sacred cow, taking the bread from the vendor from time to time, chewing Move the neck and let the peddler take the coppers he deserves from it.

As night fell, Lao Niu ate and drank outside, and slowly returned to the temple, watching the ghost messenger Wang Zhaoyuan bring a demoted parade to the temple, and paid homage to the statue of Zhenjun.

Soon, the golden light descended and covered his head, becoming a night parade in the temple.

Lao Niu nodded his head towards the other party in a vigorous manner, and walked past the happy house with his head held high. Xu Huaiyu touched his wife's slightly protruding belly and smiled all over his face.The woman leaned on her husband's shoulder, pursing her lips and chuckling.

In the palace, the emperor, who finished handling government affairs, thought about the day when he would sacrifice in the near future.

In Tianshi Mansion, Qiaoer wore thick clothes, rolled down the hillside like a small ball, and the giggling laughter made the Taoist priests who looked after her let out a sigh of relief.

Back at the residence, I accidentally heard the sad news from Taoist Chief Jian. The little girl lost all her joy during the day, and hid in her room crying loudly while looking in the direction of Luodu.

In Guangwei City in the northwest, Li Anfu sat majestically in armor beside the stone tablet engraved with the word "Wu'an Jun". He received envoys from several countries in the Western Regions and allowed them to go to Luodu to meet the emperor.

Tianguang went far to the south, among the Hengduan mountains, in the Liangya Mountain Mansion, a chubby figure sat cross-legged on a futon, frowning majestically, occasionally picked up a pen and ink to refine talismans, sometimes thought of someone, took out a bell and shook it in front of his eyes, showing Show that person's vivid appearance in his mind.

With another shake, the man turned into a beautiful woman, twisting her waist and winking, then she was interrupted by a flying book, and was pulled away by the glaring Taoist Feihe by her ears.

The windmill was turning, and the old man walking in a daze in the world, looking at the peddlers passing by with his disheveled hair and greedy eyes at the colorful windmills, walked through the bustling streets in a daze.

In the statue of the god that was full of incense, Chen Yuan raised his head and flew to the top of the temple. He felt a familiar and friendly atmosphere.

In the vast crowd of people walking around, the old man crowded around and looked east and west, then suddenly stopped and looked ahead, behind a few passers-by, there was a figure in a green shirt and long robe with his hands behind his back.

The old man's simple and honest smile gradually appeared on his bewildered face, and he shook his hands and jumped around happily like a child.

Attracting surprised looks from others is like looking at a madman.

Looking at the jumping and running old man, Chen Yuan also laughed. She never thought that her master was still alive. She smiled, with golden tears seeping into the corners of her eyes.

"Apprentice, where is your body!!"

The old man who rushed over hugged him empty, the smile on his face became sad, he stared at him and asked him where he was, and he was going to kill the other party's family.

In the dead of night, with the lights flickering, Chen Yuan looked at the old man holding up the old cow to ask who killed his apprentice, running wildly around the courtyard, feeling more and more back to the past.

The big trees on the side of the temple pulled out their young leaves, turned yellow again, and were covered with white winter snow. Winter passed and spring came again.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was five years.

(End of this chapter)