My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 758 763 Is that trash still alive?
On the outskirts of Shangjing, Penglai Temple.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and there are many people praying for blessings, and it coincides with the annual temple fair, which is very lively.

There has been a long queue outside the archway. There have been rumors recently that the talisman of Penglai Temple is very effective, but it is hard to buy for thousands of dollars, and it is only given to those who are destined.

In order to get a talisman painted by the master of Penglai Temple, people climbed up the mountain before dawn, just wanting to be the one who is destined.

Across the archway is the towering and majestic mountain gate. Standing at the mountain gate and overlooking it, the palace is magnificent and the scenery is elegant.

In the middle is the resplendent and magnificent Ling Palace, straight into the sky.

The most eye-catching thing is the Sanqing Pool in front of the Linggong Palace. There are two square pools on the left and right, separated by stone bridges, and lotus flowers are planted inside, and the flowers bloom throughout the seasons.

It is rumored that the master of Penglai Temple has profound magic power, and the incense of Penglai Temple is at its peak, feeding the red lotus in that pool like fire.

Lying on the edge of the pool, you can see that the water in the pool is clear, and the koi swims around, shuttling among the red lotus.

There is an unwritten rule in Penglai Temple that visitors are not allowed to stay overnight. The door is open to welcome visitors during the day and closed at night.

The pilgrims dispersed far away, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the moon was very round, like a silver plate.

The gate of the Spirit Palace squeaked, and someone wearing a black Taoist robe came out and walked to the Sanqing Pool.

The red lotus is swayed with the night wind, revealing the moonlight, especially coquettish, like a blood lotus.

Suddenly there was a low cry, and a black figure flashed, appearing in the corner where the sound came from.

"Guan, Guanzhu, I, I don't intend to stay here, I just want to see, take a look at the Penglai Temple at night.

I often heard that there would be strange sounds on the mountain at night, and I was curious, so I wanted to find out.

It is really not intentional to disturb your meditation, please observe the Lord clearly, the villain is your loyal believer, and what I say is true, true. "

A cold hand moved around the man's neck, and the voice was like the wind at night, dull but bewitching.

"Faithful believer?"

The man trembled, trembling like chaff, and nodded with difficulty.

"No, that's right, the villain is really your faithful..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "click" and his neck was broken.

Immediately after a "plop", the body was thrown into the Sanqing Pool.

A shallow and enchanting laughter came from the night wind.

"Since you are a believer of this lord, then sacrifice yourself and come and feed this lord's little ones."

The water in the pool was still clear during the day, but at this time it turned into a pool of blood, glowing coquettishly under the melting moonlight.

Countless fish with human faces flew around in the blood pool, with their bloody mouths wide open, vying to eat the man's body.

The black figure looked down at the blood pool, Yubai's fingertips caressed the blood lotus, and a low laugh lingered.

The figure disappeared suddenly, like a wisp of green smoke, dissipating in the night sky.

"Xianjun, you are here."

There was a sound of flying wings, and there was a very ugly woman in front of Xianjun.

With wings on his back, double horns on his head, hair like cinnabar, and two forks in his hand, he is a dakini yaksha.

Xianjun took off the hood on his head, tiny spots of light danced in his blood-red eyes, and a little cinnabar between his eyebrows was dazzling.

"Is that trash still alive?"

Dakini Yasha looked at a stonehenge, and pointed with a fork.

"I have survived the ice mirror, and I am struggling in Stonehenge, but if I slow down a bit or stop for a moment, I will be crushed to ashes.

As expected, this ghost general crawled out of the [-]th level of hell, but he is more powerful than other ghosts. "

Xianjun let out a cold snort, and half closed his long and charming blood eyes.

"If it weren't for the fact that he is still useful, he would have been thrown into the pot of clean water long ago, so that he can neither be a man nor a ghost. He will never be reborn, and there will be no bones left!"

(End of this chapter)