One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 25: Fire Lantern
The method of inviting gods to stay with you can prevent yourself from being bewitched and also gain the power of the "gods". Although using this method too much will affect your own practice, it is definitely a powerful spell when used at critical moments.

At this moment, Zhao Fuyun was no longer confused. His eyes could see clearly everything in front of him. Although there was still fog, he could see clearly what was inside the fog.

There were hanging human heads, each with its hair tied in a knot and hung by iron chains. And this was no longer the spiral road, but a square platform.

This platform is like an altar, which is filled with all black jars. The mouths of the jars are all sealed, and each jar is covered with mysterious glaze, which looks hideous like ghost paintings.

The mainstream talismans in the world include dragon and phoenix seals, thunder patterns, cloud patterns, elephant script, eroded text, divine talismans, human characters, etc., but in addition to these, there are also rare ghost talismans and insect patterns. These glazes belong to the "ghost talismans", also known as ghost painting talismans, and they all have the power to gather resentment and evil.

At this moment, he felt silence behind him. Turning back, he saw only Zhuang Xinyan standing there.

"Where are the people?" Zhao Fuyun asked involuntarily.

Zhuang Xinyan pointed in another direction. There was a cliff and it was dark below.

"Why didn't you go?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"I'm not good at jumping off cliffs." Zhuang Xinyan said as she looked at the dark cliff over there.

Zhao Fuyun also stared in that direction, but unfortunately he saw nothing but darkness.

"Did my Master Xun make any discoveries?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Your teacher Xun is arrogant and sharp-tongued. She would never say anything to others. I heard her sneer and suddenly jump over there. I think she must have been bewitched by something." Zhuang Xinyan said.

While listening to her talk, Zhao Fuyun looked at the lifelike human heads hanging there, trying not to speak too loudly so as not to disturb those things.

"Sneer? Why did Master Xun sneer?" Zhao Fuyun asked casually.

"Doesn't your teacher Xun often sneer for no reason? She is used to mocking others!" Zhuang Xinyan took the opportunity to express her thoughts.

Zhao Fuyun didn't want to dwell on these matters at this tense moment, so he asked, "Why weren't you bewitched?"

"I have the blood of a cat demon in my body, so I am not afraid of being bewitched." Zhuang Xinyan said.

Although Zhao Fuyun had long thought that this might be the case, it was only now confirmed.

Now that Xun Lanyin was no longer behind him, he became even more cautious. He looked around the place. The ground was covered with mysterious and strange black altars, and he was standing in the middle, surrounded by the black altars. It was dark and gave people a sense of oppression.

When he looked up, he saw a huge eye, gazing down from above.

He was slightly startled, and after looking carefully, he found that it was an inlaid eye. The purple eyeball in the middle was huge, staring. He could feel a confusing force in the eye, trying to invade his mind, but it was repelled by the 'Red Lord' who was staying in his body.

In this way, he could take a closer look and see that the big purple eyeball was not just one, but many of them arranged together to form a matrix.

Together with the hanging human heads below, it forms a maze that can bewitch people's minds.

At this moment, he found that these hanging human heads were shaking, as if they were still conscious. One by one, they opened their eyes. To his surprise, there were no eyeballs under the eyelids, but insects.

The insect flew out and pounced towards Zhao Fuyun.

Zhuang Xinyan behind him screamed, fell to the ground, turned into a cat and ran back the way she came, leaving Zhao Fuyun trapped.

Zhao Fuyun did not run away because he knew he could not escape at all and he did not have the agility like Zhuang Xinyan that could transform into a cat.

The statue of Chijun on his back was glowing, and the flame of the lamp in his hand was shining brightly. He closed his eyes at this moment. After burning so many poisonous insects the night before, he became more proficient in the art of controlling fire.

He closed his eyes, not being disturbed by what he saw, and under the reflection of the firelight, the flying insects were clearly visible in his mind. Zhao Fuyun's sword finger in his right hand was pointing at the flame, and he did not make any movement, but the flying insects that flew into the flames suddenly caught fire one by one.

Zhuang Xinyan, who had already escaped from the encirclement, looked at Zhao Fuyun who was surrounded by a swarm of insects. Flames were surging all around him, and the flames were jumping, as if with some mysterious rhythm, burning the insects. She finally understood where the insects she saw in Zhao Fuyun's dojo that day came from.

Suddenly, Zhao Fuyun waved his hand, and bits of fire scattered out, turning into flying flaming arrows, which fell on the heads of the hanging people.

The head burned instantly, and the resentful air in it was forced out, and a foul smell emerged. Zhao Fuyun's heart tightened and he quickly retreated. He felt that the smoke was poisonous.

Retreating to the side of Zhuang Xinyan, he looked towards the place where she had said Xun Lanyin had jumped, and found that there was actually a narrow path there.

He hurriedly ran down the path, and Zhuang Xinyan looked at her clothes. In the end, she did not change into a human to put on her clothes, but followed closely in cat form.

He followed the path on the cliff and went down around it, but he could not hear any sound. It was so quiet that it was terrifying.

There was a thick fog at the bottom. He stretched out his hand and pointed at his lamp. A flamingo flew out and landed in the fog, illuminating a small area.

Three more flaming birds appeared in succession, a total of four, hovering in the fog, illuminating an area.

Then, he saw that Snake Grandma, Yu Shiva and Li Yong had all fallen to the ground below, only Xun Lanyin was holding her mysterious flag and walking forward step by step.

There was a water-like light on Xun Lanyin's body, which was connected with the flag in her hand, wrapping her tightly in it. Every time she waved the flag in her hand, she took a step forward.

He knew that pure yang fire magic was the best for dealing with evil things, and the true evil that Xun Lanyin had was obviously a Xuanyin type of true evil, and she was not good at magic like fire.

But despite this, the magic flag she refined had the ability to capture souls and true water, and was not afraid of those evil spirits, so every time she waved it, she took a step forward, and the mist below retreated in fear when she waved the flag in her hand.

And above, Zhao Fuyun, with the help of the light of the four firebirds, vaguely saw a person sitting on a jade bed in front of him, but the person's body was like a dry skeleton.

However, when he stood on a high place and looked at it, he felt vaguely that what was truly evil was not the dry bones, but the fog. The dry bones were just like a tempting trap.

He looked at Xun Lanyin approaching step by step below, his heart tightened, and he pointed his finger, and the four firebirds circled and flew up in the mist.

The fog was dispersed by the Moltres, and when the Moltres was about to hit the "man", he seemed not to want the flames to touch his body, because once the flames fell on the skeleton man, Xun Lanyin would be able to immediately tell what state the skeleton man was in.

The fog in the void suddenly seemed to come to life, forming an invisible ball of wind that rolled towards the flamingo.

Zhao Fuyun only felt that his firebird rushed into the water, and there seemed to be a strange voice in his ear saying angrily: "Eat you!"

The light in his hand dimmed rapidly. His Dharma thoughts were in harmony with the lamp, so the lamp in his hand represented his own will at this moment, and he also invited the consciousness of 'Chijun'. Despite this, it dimmed in an instant and felt like it was about to go out.

He only felt a darkness pressing down on him. In the darkness, a gloomy face opened his mouth as if to blow out the lamp in his hand. He knew that it was not the lamp that was blown out, but the light of his own soul.

At this moment, Xun Lanyin rolled the Xuanyuan Sheshui Flag in her hand into the mist in the sky. The small flag in her hand turned into a big flag. She uttered a spell: "She!"

In just a moment, a shadow was drawn into the flag, and then the mist was seen rushing towards the flag, and the evil sound in Zhao Fuyun's ears immediately dissipated.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He thought Xun Lanyin might have been confused, so he used the flamingo attack to try to expose her. However, this might put himself in danger. After all, there was a big difference in strength. If Xun Lanyin had been a little slower at that moment, he might have died.

However, Xun Lanyin was obviously also a person with strong fighting skills. At that moment, she saw the truth and then cast a spell to achieve success. Zhao Fuyun quickly went down to the bottom and still saw a ghost struggling on Xun Lanyin's flag, as if trying to escape. However, Xun Lanyin stretched out her jade finger, with a flash of light on her fingertips, and tapped the flag. The still struggling ghost was like being hit hard and quickly absorbed into the flag.

Xun Lanyin looked at Zhao Fuyun and said, "Not bad."

After she finished speaking, she came to the skeleton man.

The skeleton man was wearing a black robe with purple patterns. His body was dry and he had no hair, as if he had been burned by something.

But what really attracted Zhao Fuyun was the lamp placed next to him.

It was a green lamp with a very simple shape, a round table at the bottom and a hollow pillar in the middle. The top was slightly larger than the lamp post in the middle.

What found it most incredible was that there was no bright flame on the golden lamp, but there was a ball of fire lingering in it, giving him an extremely terrifying feeling.

"It turns out that he was burned to death in the fire." Xun Lanyin said.

After hearing what Xun Lanyin said, Zhao Fuyun realized that there was not a trace of evil energy on this skeletal corpse. Instead, there was a kind of fiery energy in the corpse, as if it had been roasted by flames for a long time.

However, this cultivator opened a Taoist temple in this mountain, and cultivated both Yin and Gu. The magic power he cultivated was definitely Yin. After his death, his body could not be filled with such dry and fiery energy. The only way for it to be like this was that he was burned to death by fire.

And he was not burned to death by an open flame, but by some mysterious flame that burned away all his spirituality and blood.

Then, the catastrophe fire that Xun Lanyin mentioned is very likely.

That's why the ghost should have escaped first.

"Take this lamp, it should be of great help to you, but you have to be careful not to get burned by the fire inside, otherwise no one can save you." Xun Lanyin said.

Zhao Fuyun raised the lamp, and Xun Lanyin picked up a bottle next to it. She looked inside and said with surprise, "This is Xuanyin True Water. It seems that this person spent all his wealth to exchange for such a bottle of Xuanyin True Water in order to extinguish the calamity fire on his body."

"With this Xuanyin True Water, my Xuanyuan Sheshui Flag will be able to complete the final step of refining and become a real magic weapon." Xun Lanyin was obviously happy.

Zhao Fuyun thought that this person was entangled in calamity fire, so he exchanged it for Xuanyin True Water, wanting to put out the fire on his body, but he was reluctant to give up this rare calamity fire, so he wanted to collect the calamity fire in this lamp.

I don't know why, but he failed in the end.

But his soul escaped and turned into a ghost, and was finally killed by Xun Lanyin and Zhao Fuyun who entered the place.

Of course, that ghost could also be someone else's ghost, but who cares? No matter who this person was, no matter what magic or reputation he had, now Zhao Fuyun is too lazy to even know his name, and no one, including Xun Lanyin, cared who this was.

Zhao Fuyun and Xun Lanyin searched around again and found that there was indeed nothing good, or there was nothing they liked.

The real good things are the bottle of Xuanyin True Water and the Jiehuo Lamp.

The snake lady and Yushiva woke up, but this place was like a treasure trove to them. There were all kinds of poisons that had not been cleaned up yet, which was enough to surprise them.

Of course, there are many traditions of raising Gu here.

Zhao Fuyun also took a look, but did not think much of it. The most disappointed was Zhuang Xinyan, because there was no inheritance here as she had imagined.

Xun Lanyin looked at the environment here and didn't seem to like it very much. She said, "I will use the Xuanyin Qi and Xuanyin True Water here to refine my treasure flag first. You don't have to wait for me here. Li Xiyu and You Shiva will stay here first. After we go out, they may provide assistance to you in establishing the Daoziyuan."

Zhao Fuyun then understood why Xun Lan let these two people come in even though she obviously didn't need them. It turned out there was this reason. He looked at Xun Lanyin, but Xun Lanyin just waved her hand, not giving him any chance to observe or speak.

Finally, Xun Lanyin stayed in the mountains to refine the magic weapon, while Zhao Fuyun left. The one who came back with him was Zhuang Xinyan. It can be seen that she was in a bad mood because her brother died for such an empty cave.

Moreover, so many people died in Wuze County.

She felt that many people’s deaths were not worth it, including her brother’s, those tomb robbers she had hired, and those who died in Wuze County.

What about me? She asked herself, I came here to avenge my brother, but where are the people who killed my brother? Are they all dead? She didn't know, but so many people died in Wuze County. Although she didn't kill them, she led them to Zhao Fuyun and was killed by Zhao Fuyun.

This can be considered as revenge. Since I have taken revenge and have also been to the cave that my brother wanted to go to, what else could I be dissatisfied with?

So she left too, but when she left, she left behind a piece of paper with a few words written on it.

"Cangzhou Prefecture City, Zhuang family, thank you Taoist Zhao for helping me avenge my brother. I wish you progress in your Taoism and a long life."

When Zhao Fuyun saw the words on the paper, he waved it into the air, and the paper turned into flames and burned to ashes in an instant.

Zhu Puyi came, his eyes showing both nervousness and joy. His heart had been in his throat for the past few days. How could he not know about so many people coming to look for Zhao Fuyun? But Zhao Fuyun won, and later came a high cultivator from Tiandu Mountain. It was a great battle, and he won again.

He was extremely excited and felt very proud.

I couldn't help but think that Tiandu Mountain was indeed a big Xuanmen sect. When one disciple arrived, he burned through Wuze County.

Afterwards, on the third day he went to Zhao Fuyun's residence, but found no one there. He was worried, but fortunately Zhao Fuyun came back a day later.

Zhu Puyi was very happy. He first looked for people to help Zhao Fuyun repair the roof, and then brought wine and food to eat with Zhao Fuyun.

However, Zhao Fuyun did not eat his food and wine. He just boiled a pot of water and brewed the tea he brought from Tiandu Mountain.

This tea was picked by Liang Daozi in the mountains of Tiandu Mountain.

Sitting in this small courtyard, the lights in the house were reflected on the steps, and he lay on his back on the rattan chair looking at the sky, where the stars were twinkling.

His mind was racing between the past and the future.

It is said that practitioners should not be sentimental, and only those who are heartless and loveless can be free.

But how many people can do it?

Listening to Zhu Puyi's mumbling, he thought of the thin woman lying in bed, tortured by illness.

"Yes, I have to go back, I still have things to do!" He repeated this sentence in his heart, as if he was afraid that he would forget it.

The long time of spiritual practice will make people forget many things, including family affection or hatred.

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