Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 295 Encounter in the Temple

The evening wind reverberated in the courtyard, the grass leaves were falling around, and the dim candles were flickering. A middle-aged woman was sitting in the courtyard. Her appearance was not outstanding, but she was rather generous. She leaned against the stone table. .

The lower servant bowed his knees and tremblingly said:

"I asked the young master, and he said that Dongshan has a more pleasant climate, so I don't want to come back."

Lu Wanrong shook her head helplessly, sighed, and said softly:
"I don't know him yet? It's just looking for witchcraft in the land beyond the mountains... I want to open up the spiritual aperture, but his father hasn't returned for a long time, and I can't talk about him."

Li Xuanling was only one wife and never took concubines. She gave birth to two sons for Li Xuanling. The two children had completely different personalities. Nameless, now more and more gloomy.

Seeing the changes in Li Yuanyun, Lu Wanrong felt very anxious, and talked to Li Xuanling several times. Every time Li Xuanling talked about this son-in-law, he always wanted to let him go, as long as he didn't harm anyone...

She was originally a sensitive woman, but somehow she felt a sense of guilt from her husband, always forgiving Li Yuanyun, which made her at a loss.

Even back then when she carried Yuan Yun up the mountain, except for Li Tongya who was so powerful that she trembled and did not dare to raise her head, the rest of the Xuan family, whether it was Li Xuanfeng or Li Xuanxuan, always treated Li Yuanyun surprisingly well.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Lu Wanrong shook her head, dispelled the thought, and said in a deep voice:

"What do you say in the market?"

"Return to madam, the news from the market has come back, so far... still no news from the third master."

Lu Wanrong is now nearly 40 years old, she is not very talented, and now she is only at the third level of fetal breath, unable to keep up with her husband's footsteps, and because of her sensitive surname, she dare not buy a property and take power, she has always kept a low profile, but now Li Xuanling has not been married for three months. Come on, Lu Wanrong couldn't bear it anymore.

She tightened the jade cup in her hand, her brows were full of worry, and she said in a deep voice:

"There has been no news for a full three months... Husband has always been cautious, something must have happened... How will the mountain reply?"

The servant knelt down with a plop and said in a low voice:
"Returning to Madam, Lijing Mountain has been sealed off from top to bottom, and I and the others speak lightly, so we won't be able to see you, Young Master."

Lu Wanrong's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a deep sense of uneasiness arose in her heart. She quickly fetched a pen and ink, wrote quickly, and murmured:

"No, there must be a problem here, I have to ask Qinghong."

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Li Xuanling crossed the river again, shuttled through the sea of ​​clouds for a while, caught a few people and asked for directions, and determined the direction of Luoxia Mountain.

This road is along the territory of Xu State, and there are still many Taoist temples around. Li Xuanling looked at the direction and went around, and he has arrived near Bianyan Mountain. Now this is the junction of Xiuyuezong and Tongjinmen. Green vegetable sprouts have sprouted in the wasteland, which is quite pleasant in the misty rain, and there are pedestrians on the road, which seems to be lively.

"After all, the Xiuyue sect is the most righteous among the three sects. It is really rare..."

Xiuyue Sect is one of the few sects among the three sects and seven sects that adhere to the idea of ​​becoming immortals in the Immortal Mansion. Most of their disciples practice on the mountains and do not often travel in the world. Therefore, there are no famous monks, except for those who are known as the golden elixir. The first real person of Shangyuan, and the rest of Xiuyue Sect are unknown and unknown.

"Bian Yanshan... seems to have a Taoist temple. The Taoist temple was forced by the demon back then, and had to collect virgin boys and girls to feed the monster. I don't know how it is now."

Under the rule of Xiuyuezong, the orthodoxy is explicitly prohibited from attacking each other, and there are many small clans of Taoist temples on the top of the mountain. Although they secretly conspire to frame up and exterminate their families, mergers and murders are still inevitable every year. The competition and other places are much milder. .

Li Xuanling wandered around here for a while, seeing the mountain mist and the drizzle, recalling the Taoist temple he had seen when he came to eliminate demons, he thought to himself:

"The Zi Mansion wanted me to go to Luoxia Mountain, but they didn't give me a date..."

Although he, Li Xuanling, is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, he has already accepted this arrangement, but he also wants to live a few more days, to see more of this world, and now he thinks to himself:
"Driving through the wind all the way, the mana is also somewhat depleted. Why don't you take a look at this small temple, rest your feet, and then go north."

So the wind fell, and now the world is peaceful, and the solid small hall that was covered by the phantom array in the past has now been revealed openly, and the majestic stone statues on both sides are dripping with rain, and can't stop flowing along the cheeks of the stone statues. Going down, Li Xuanling pinched the magic spell, tapped lightly twice on the gray-red wooden door with the peach talisman, and said with a smile:

"Mountain casual cultivators come to visit, please open the door for the Lord!"

Li Xuanling yelled twice, but no one answered, feeling a little terrified in his heart, he raised his hand hesitantly, but the gray-red door slowly opened.

"Crunch—"

The door of the hall opened slowly without wind, and the morning breeze brought fresh rainwater into the hall. Li Xuanling stopped silently, staring blankly at the scenery inside the hall.

There was light rain outside the courtyard, and white cranes were croaking, but the inside of the hall was dark, the candles were light yellow, and the inexplicable smell of incense mixed with the smell of blood rushed to the face, making people uncomfortable.

Dark blood was flowing on the ground, reflecting a little bit of golden light. The puppet's clay statue was solemn and solemn, but underneath it was a pile of corpses. The headless corpse of an old Taoist priest was kneeling in front of the temple, with gray hair scattered all over the place. The ground flutters gently with the wind.

The futon in the middle has been covered by piles of corpses of Taoist priests. Layers upon layers of corpses are piled up in a row. The eyes are round and round, but there is no trace of resentment. Instead, there is a sense of peace and tranquility.

Sitting cross-legged quietly above the mountain of corpses was a monk with a bare upper body. His body was muscular and red, with clear lines, his hands clasped together, his eyes closed and meditating, and a golden mark appeared between his eyebrows, which flickered endlessly.

The gold-painted runes were covered with stumps and flesh and blood. The blood dripped from the red-stained silk, making a tick-tock sound, and fell on the almost perfect muscle lines of the monk in the middle. He didn't notice it. ,like a statue.

"Fahui..."

This person is exactly the monk who Li Xuanling passed through Chen Township of Zhao State more than ten days ago, rushed forward for no reason to entangle Li Xuanling, now he is full of blood, his breath is fluctuating, sitting cross-legged on the mountain of corpses, covered in blood.

Fa Hui's ears moved, his resolute face was covered with dried blood, his eyelids moved twice, and he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were golden and red, full of fiery anger, quietly staring at Li Xuanling below. .

"Snake and beast, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

(End of this chapter)