Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 225 Xuan Mingzi

Although this temporary body was condensed by him using white mist and magic materials, its destruction was just like a pinched finger for his original body, which was insignificant.

However, the garbage information contained in Shi Fei's sword was like poison, directly corroding his spirit.

Especially the endless loop of "Let's learn to meow together" was like countless fine needles, piercing deep into his consciousness and making him feel an unprecedented torture.

"Damn ant...how dare you...!"

Cthulhu's voice echoed in the fog, carrying endless resentment.

His body could no longer hold on. Dark green pus spread on the ground, emitting a disgusting stench, as if a mixture of rotten seaweed and rotten fish had mixed together, making one suffocate.

In the end, his consciousness was forced to evacuate and return to R'lyeh in the deep sea, where he began to digest the countless junk messages of "Let's learn to meow together".

"You are the only one left!" Shi Fei's eyes flashed like lightning, and he turned to look at the rolling yellow cloud in the sky. The sword in his hand flashed again, and a "junk sword" with endless chaos and distortion slashed directly at Hastur, the king in yellow.

Hastur's figure loomed in the yellow cloud, and he sneered, his voice like thousands of people whispering at the same time: "Foolish mortal, do you think you can hurt me like this?"

There was a hint of contempt and ridicule in his voice, and then his figure disappeared into the sky like a phantom, as if he had never existed.

Say the harshest words and run the fastest!
Shi Fei knew that Haska was not afraid of him, but because after Krusu retreated, Haska was no longer able to take down the Jade Emperor Temple alone.

After all, if Hastur had the ability to take down the Jade Emperor Temple alone, he would not have joined forces with Cthulhu. Across billions of light-years of the universe, projecting spiritual power, every bit of Hastur's power is extremely precious, and he will never waste it easily.

As Hastur left, the white mist gradually became thinner, as if it was dispersed by an invisible force. The scorpion dragon made of flesh and blood also turned into a streak of blood and flew back to the mountain.

Shi Fei followed the flight of the scorpion dragon and saw A Ruo waving at him from the top of the mountain. The scorpion dragon turned into a scorpion as big as an index finger and lay on A Ruo's shoulder.

Shi Fei's figure was as fast as the wind. He instantly flew into the small temple and landed in the yard.

"A Ruo, are you okay? Where is Yu Changsheng?" After Shi Fei landed, he quickly looked around with a hint of concern in his tone.

The temple is not big, with only one yard, three main rooms, and two side rooms on the left and right. It looks inconspicuous. It is hard to imagine that this is the Jade Emperor Temple.

But this is indeed the real Jade Emperor Temple, hiding countless secrets.

"Master Yu is helping Master Xuan Mingzi inside!" A Ruo said, and led Shi Fei into the hall.

In the main hall, there was only a clay-carved wooden statue of the Jade Emperor, solemn and majestic, as if overlooking all living things. Below the statue, Yu Changsheng was holding a yellow talisman, healing Taoist Xuan Mingzi. He looked focused, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and it was obvious that he had been exhausted.

Beside the two of them, Goudan stood nervously. When he saw Shi Fei coming in, he immediately showed a look of joy: "The gods are really powerful!"

He always thought that Shi Fei was the real immortal!

"Lucky, lucky!" Shi Fei gently touched Goudan's head, with a hint of fatigue in his tone. He turned to look at Xuan Mingzi, and saw that the Taoist priest had a thin face and kind eyes as he remembered, but now he looked extremely weak.

The whisk in his hand was broken, his Taoist robe was torn, and his face was as pale as gold paper, completely lacking his former spirit. Shi Fei's heart sank, and he asked in a low voice: "How is Taoist Xuan Mingzi?"

Yu Changsheng raised his head, his expression solemn: "The situation is not good. In order to fight against the invading demons, his vitality has been excessively depleted. If it were not for the formation protection of the Jade Emperor Temple, I am afraid he would have collapsed long ago."

"I'll do it!" Shi Fei gently patted Taoist Xuan Mingzi's back with his right hand.

"I'll do it!" Shi Fei did not hesitate and gently patted Taoist Xuan Mingzi's back with his right hand. He only felt that there was a strange power in Xuan Mingzi's body, although it was weak, it was like a gossamer that tenaciously maintained his life.

His true qi was the power he had developed through years of internal training, combining his own essence, energy and spirit. It was pure and powerful. After the true qi was poured into Xuan Mingzi's body, it quickly strengthened his weak strength, just like a dry riverbed welcoming spring rain. Xuan Mingzi's complexion immediately improved a lot.

A quarter of an hour later, Xuan Mingzi's face turned slightly red, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He took a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank you for your help, brave man!" Xuan Mingzi stood up and bowed deeply to Shi Fei, his tone full of gratitude.

I originally thought that the Jade Emperor Temple would not be able to be defended and I would become the sinner of the Jade Emperor Temple, but I didn’t expect that help would appear and it was so powerful!

"Master, we meet again!" Shi Fei smiled and waved his hand. "I came here for A Ruo, Yu Changsheng, Goudan and the others. How can I not help Hastur and Cthulhu?"

He then said to Ah Ruo: "Why did you come here?"

When Ah Ruo heard Shi Fei, she replied, "Master Yu, Goudan, and I were chased by monks all the way to Qin Island. Fortunately, Master Xuanmingzi took us in and helped us escape the pursuit. Also, Brother Shi, this Master Xuanmingzi is not the one we met in Tanzhou!"

"The people we met in Tanzhou couldn't be Xuan Qingzi or Xuan Lanzi, right?" After hearing this, Shi Fei pointed at Xuan Mingzi and complained.

Xuan Mingzi, Xuan Xuanzi, what is the name of the next one?
This is the third person he has met who calls himself Xuan Mingzi!

Xuan Mingzi sighed and said slowly: "He is also Xuan Mingzi, you can also call him Xuan Qingzi."

"What do you mean?" Shi Fei asked. He didn't understand.

Xuan Mingzi glanced at Shi Fei, pondered for a moment, and seemed to have made up his mind: "The warrior is the benefactor of the Jade Emperor Temple. I will tell him this secret today."

After a pause, he continued, "It is difficult for ordinary people to see people from the Jade Emperor Temple, even the Jade Emperor's messengers. Even if someone comes to the Jade Emperor Temple, they are very terrified and it is rare for them to see the true appearance of our temple priests. The temple priests of our Jade Emperor Temple call themselves Xuanmingzi."

"It will be hard for them to see another Xuan Mingzi again."

Shi Fei looked at Xuan Mingzi and heard him continue, "Long ago, two sages established the Jade Emperor Temple. They were the brothers Xuan and Ming."

"From then on, every generation of the Jade Emperor Temple called themselves 'Xuan' or 'Ming', and later they called themselves 'Xuan Ming', and later they called themselves Xuan Ming Zi when meeting everyone."

"Why?" Shi Fei asked, "It shouldn't be just a simple commemoration, right?"

"Of course, it's not just to commemorate the ancestors, but because this name is also powerful." Xuan Mingzi said: "The more people know it, the more powerful it is."

(End of this chapter)