Temple of Madness

Chapter 320 Returning to Emei
Chapter 320 Returning to Emei

Zhang Yang silently looked at the black letter in his hand, and said firmly in his eyes: "It seems that Emei is in trouble, and if I'm not wrong, this matter should also be aimed at me. Of course I'm going, after all Zhou Zhikun has been kind to me, if Emei is in trouble, I will definitely go to help."

Yan Guixing said hesitantly: "That's what I said, but your current body is gone, I'm afraid."

Zhang Yang thought for a while, looked at his body, especially the wound that hadn't healed, and said to Yan Guixing: "Emei, I definitely want to go, the demon poison on my body must be cured, as long as However, with my current power, I can no longer teleport through space, so I can only rely on Senior Yan, you will accompany me on this trip."

Yan Guixing waved his hand lightly, and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely go, but this time I'm afraid it will take some setbacks if I want to come back safely."

"The soldiers came to cover the water and the earth, and I thought of an idea. At that time, I need you to help me arrange a play with me."

Yan Guixing looked at Zhang Yang curiously, with a strange light flashing from the bottom of his eyes, he slowly moved his head close to his mouth, then nodded repeatedly, and silently gave him a thumbs up.

"Tsk tsk, Zhang Yang, you are indeed the leader of the human race. This kind of mind is really not something that ordinary people can have."

"Senior Yan has won the prize, so I need you to help me prepare."

"Don't worry, it's on me."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and went back to their rooms to rest.

It's just that Zhang Yang can't rest in his room anymore, the room is full of that disgusting smell, which makes it impossible for him to even enter the door.

In the end, Zhang Yang had no choice but to sleep in his own study.
Three days later, accompanied by Yan Guixing, Zhang Yang tore open the space and stepped into Mount Emei in one step.

In an instant, the surrounding scene changed, and it became the quiet green hill of Mount Emei, just like the first time I came here, full of abundant spiritual energy everywhere.

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling refreshed, but after the aura was inhaled into his body, when it flowed to the heart, it was blocked by the cloud of demonic energy and could not be absorbed.

Yan Guixing saw Zhang Yang's complexion was not good, put his hand on his shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Take your time, if your calculation is good, maybe this time you can find out the person who infused this devilish energy."

"Well, I hope so."

Zhang Yang raised his head slowly, and saw a disciple wearing Emei costume approaching in the distance, and said politely to him: "You are Master Zhang, the master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhang Yang nodded lightly, and Yan Guixing followed Emei's disciples and walked slowly up the mountain.

Zhang Yang's whole body was wrapped tightly, covering up all the scars on his body, but every step he took, he still felt throbbing pain.

Following the guidance of their disciples, the two came to the Emei Hall. The head of the sect was already seated quietly. Seeing Zhang Yang, he waved to the Emei disciples in the hall and ordered, "You all go out."

"Yes."

Zhang Yang and Yan Guixing looked at each other, and chose to remain silent tacitly, waiting for the head of Emei to speak first.

"Ahem, I heard that Master Zhang is injured now, but I think your mental state is still good, compared to the rumors outside."

Zhang Yang smiled and unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the wound on his abdomen, which was bloodshot, which looked very serious, and the face of the head of Emei also changed instantly.

"If this is the case, then it's not too late, I'd better heal your wounds quickly."

Zhang Yang looked at the different behavior of the head of Emei, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"It's okay, I'm a man after all, and this Emei is a woman, you should teach Senior Yan the method and let him apply medicine to heal my wounds."

The head of Emei waved his hand immediately, and said seriously: "No, this is my Emei's secret technique, and you must not tell others."

Zhang Yang had already guessed her answer, smiled lightly, and said, "If that's the case, can you please prepare a guest room for us? I'll change my clothes and clean up the wound and blood on my body first."

The head of Emei hesitated for a moment, and ordered loudly to the disciples outside the door: "Go and find a guest room for Master Zhang!"

"Yes."

The person who picked up Zhang Yang this time turned out to be Nangong Ying, who was considered an acquaintance.

It's just that Zhang Yang found that Nangong Ying was acting a little strange, walking a little in a trance, and her eyes were a little hesitant to speak.

Nangong Ying led Zhang Yang and Yan Gui to a guest room, opened the door, and made a respectful gesture of invitation.

"Please come in, I will wait for you at the door."

"it is good."

Zhang Yang nodded lightly, and was even more puzzled in his heart. Just as he was about to go in, Nangong Ying suddenly slipped and fell into his arms.

Zhang Yang embraced the situation, and before he could speak, he felt a tremor in his pocket and was momentarily taken aback.

"Sorry, I didn't stand firm just now."

Nangong Ying quickly got out of Zhang Yang's arms, backed away with flushed cheeks, and then stood at the door with her head down.

Zhang Yang and Yan Guixing walked into the guest room, and after closing the door, Zhang Yang immediately took out the things that Nangong Ying had stuffed into her from his pocket.

Yan Guixing also approached curiously, took the small jade bottle from Zhang Yang's hand naturally, opened it, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice next to Zhang Yang's ear: "This is the top healing medicine. Nothing toxic."

Zhang Yang nodded, and opened the note that was stuffed into his pocket along with the bottle, it said: "The master is fake."

After Zhang Yang handed the note to Yan Guixing to read it, he conjured a ball of spiritual fire from his hand and burned the note.

Neither of them spoke, Yan Guixing first went to the inner room to change the things he had prepared in advance, while Zhang Yang first tried to apply the ointment in the jade bottle to his wound.

In an instant, a burst of coolness spread all over the body, and the hot and burning sensation of the wound these days has receded, and the place where the ointment was applied, is also rapidly growing new flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yang was overjoyed immediately, what Nangongying gave him was medicine to cure demon poison!

There was a sound from inside, and Yan Guixing walked out, but it was not his face, but a face exactly the same as Zhang Yang's.

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth curled up, fearing that walls have ears. A real expert has superb hearing. Let alone a wall, he can hear even a hundred miles away from the mountain.

The strength of a person who can control the head of Emei and pretend to be it must be unfathomable.

So Zhang Yang dipped his fingers in water and wrote on the desktop: "According to the plan, be careful."

Yan Guixing, who was pretending to be Zhang Yang, nodded lightly, then strode towards the door
(End of this chapter)