Inner Demons

“When I was in Yunshan, people like me would definitely not be in your eyes.” Dou Po walked on the rugged mountain road, but she walked briskly. Even if the trees on both sides of the mountain road cast dense shadows on the path in the moonlight, they still did not prevent her from walking like the wind.

It’s just that Liu Ling behind her walks very hard. It takes a little effort to breathe to keep up with her.

“At that time, you must have no idea what Taoism and Sword Sect were, but they were all ours. Freemasonry—” She stopped at the top of the mountain and looked forward.

Before the Wei River. And this place is thirty li or so from Weicheng—in the col by the Weishui River, under the hill, there is a village that is neither too big nor too small. This village is called Yao Family Village.

“You have never heard these three words before. But now that you want to do something for us, you have to make an all-out effort.” Seeing the destination of this trip, Dou Po He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look at Liu Ling behind him, “We can grasp the Sword Sect, so naturally we can do more. Do you want to be a wandering soul and you want to find Li Yunxin to settle the old accounts? That’s a good thing. Wandering soul… How can you be a wandering soul without a single obsession.”

She was paused. Look at Liu Ling who is silent: “But you have to make a contribution before you can get a chance to get promoted. For example, right now—”

Her tone became serious: “You and me I have been in Weicheng for seven days, and I haven’t figured out how Li Yunxin died and lived that day! If you conceal something, it will be revealed in the future-talking about wandering souls, that is, the opportunity to be a Remnant Soul, there is no more!”

Only then did Liu Ling move her lips—the lips were dry and even chapped—he whispered: “I…not at all what to hide.”

Dompo coldly smiled: “Think about it then, during the days when Li Yunxin and you got along, did you really mention the four words’Six Desires Jie Shen’? Not even a sentence?”

Liu Ling bit Lips: “No. If there is…I must remember.”

“humph.” Dou Po was snorted indifferent expression. Suddenly stretched out his hand to lift Liu Ling up-jumped up, fluttering like a big bird in the moonlight, and fell to the bottom of the mountain.

This is the entrance to the west of Yao Family Village. There are two big locust trees that are lush and green-even if the leaves are yellow now in autumn, they are still yellow and lush and green.

There is a small temple hidden by the trees. One hall, one courtyard, two wing rooms. The lights were out, and the village was extremely quiet. One is because it is late at night, and the other is because everyone in Yao Family Village has escaped almost, and only some of the poorest old and weak stayed.

——Who wants to stay here before such a catastrophe happened in Weicheng.

That’s why…there are people who have lived in this Yao Family village before. They mentioned such an incident-a few months ago, thunder was rolling on the Yeyuan Mountain outside Weicheng. On the night when the fire blazed to the sky, the Taoist priest Zhu Hongsong in the Weishui Dragon King Temple in the village once saw a miraculous thing——

There was a golden light Deity walking down from the picture scroll provided by the temple and showing The saint. It was probably the Weishui Dragon King who learned of the difficulties in the village and went to shelter all living beings [Note 1].

This incident finally reached Dou Po’s ears.

Right now, they are standing outside the Dragon King Temple where the “Dragon King of Weishui” was once sacred. Watched quietly for a while, then another ups and downs—the two fell in the yard.

The yard is full of weeds, and now they all fall down on the ground with a layer of hoarfrost. But it seems that it has only been left unattended in recent months, so that’s all just past the ankle.

In fact, it can be seen that this temple was supposed to be very popular in the past. Although the courtyard was desolate, the temple did not show much dilapidation for a while. Standing silently in the dark, silent, like a beast.

Dou Po walked over to the temple gate. Liu Ling followed behind her, and two spears collided on his back. The sound was especially obvious in the quiet night.

So I heard a sound from the wing-first there was a cry, as if something had fallen to the ground. Then there was a man’s voice, hoarse and muddy: “There is nothing…to take!”

The breath was weak, as if he was suffering from a long illness.

Domestic lady turned a deaf ear, walked to the door of the hall and pushed it open-rustling dust fell from the door panel.

So I clicked in the sky with my finger again, and a soft light lit up, which fully illuminated the appearance of the temple.

There is indeed a picture. But there is no Spiritual Qi on it, it’s just a painting that’s all. There is a golden armored Deity in the painting, and a dragon girl with a sword. The memorial tablet is enshrined on the incense table-“The Great Accomplishment Mysterious Spirit Treasure”.

Dou Po frowned and stared at the painting for a long time. The painter is very good, but it is just an ordinary painting, and there is no Spiritual Qi. This does not correspond to the legendary story.

The problem is that the legend she heard near Weicheng is not the only one. Except for the Dragon King Temple in Yao Village, there are legends in the temples in the surrounding villages and towns. After a rough calculation, there are eighteen-nineteen versions that have been heard.

The factors beside the story may be different, but only two points are surprisingly consistent-one is the time when “Gods Vestige” appeared. Almost all on the same night, at the same time. Second, the appearance of Deity in “Gods Vestige” is also extremely similar.

It can’t be those temple blessings who have unified the caliber and spread rumors. The cultivation base of those wild Taoists is low, and many of the details they unwittingly say are only experts in the cultivation people like Dou Po. If this degree of lies can be fabricated, why bother in such a place.

At this moment, I heard the door ring in the wing again.

Dou Po and Liu Ling stood at the gate of the hall, turning their heads in silence to look over-a man in a torn and dirty shirt stumbled out, holding a wooden stick in his hand .

Hair is disheveled and beard is disheveled. However, it can be seen that the comb is a bun-the Taoist Zhu Hongsong from the Longwang Temple of Yao Village.

Just a few steps, I was staggered by the grass on the ground. After turning around in embarrassment, he stabilized his figure and walked over here again. It was a late autumn night and in the mountains, but the weather was actually very cold. The man was indeed shiver coldly, as if he was about to freeze to death.

While looking at it, I was very persistent-while walking in the mouth, he said lowly: “There is nothing to take…you are bold…Here is the dragon king’s manifestation… the manifestation…”

Finally walked to the door, waving the stick indiscriminately, and knocking at the door—but I didn’t hit Dou Po. Then extend the hand fumbled for the door frame, and went inside again. It was only when I walked to the incense case and touched the painting that my mood stabilized slightly. Shrinking next to the picture scroll, holding the stick in his arms, continue to say: “Bold…Bold…”

——It turned out to be blind.

Dama’s eyes follow him. Stared at him for a while, lifted his foot and walked over, extend the hand-pulled him up by the collar and leaned in front of him.

The Taoist Hongsong is weak, unable to speak at the moment, his hands and feet are dancing wildly. Dou Po stared at his eyes, and threw him to the ground with a lightly sound.

Then he said: “It turns out to be a natural dark eye.”

It seems that the arrival is a woman-Taoist Hong Song was stunned. After a while, I slowly backed away until I was held back by the incense case: “…Majesty, there is no who home in this village…I have nothing valuable here…Go elsewhere…”

“I heard that there was a god in your temple earlier-is it true?” Dou Po’s tone was neither too fast nor too slow. As she always does, she is very calm and calm.

The Taoist Hongsong was stunned again. I thought he was here to steal—since he was blind, people have come. At first, all the gold and silver candlesticks, marigolds and silver lamps were stolen. Then the bronzes are not immune. In the end, even the ironware was gone.

Now that the people in the village leave almost early, there are fewer stealers. It’s just here tonight…

“You… are you who?” At this time, he remembered what the woman said just now-“It turns out to be a natural dark eye.”

But still did not return him. Just continued: “Naturally dark eyes are not a good thing for cultivation people and mortals. But it’s a good thing for wild Taoists like you with a low-level cultivation base. Hell, you are more sensitive to spirit strength than ordinary people… It’s easy to get started.”

“You can enter the door without a serious method, and you can easily be disturbed by the evil spirits, and it is even more difficult to go further.” She paused, “Your eyes are there. I’ll be blind after seeing Deity later.”

What she said and the tone of her words made Taoist Hongsong’s eyes wide-eyed-I can hear that this woman is no longer extraordinary. I didn’t know what to say for a while, so I could only nodded at a loss.

“Hundred ghosts walked in the night…Ah, more than a hundred ghosts. Hundreds of thousands, millions of them. Your dark eyes are originally more sensitive than ordinary people. Being smashed by so many ghost qi, It’s like seeing hundreds of suns in the eyes of ordinary people. Is there any reason not to be blind.”

“Just seeing me tonight, it’s destined. I ask you if you want to recover.”

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Taoist Hong Song opened his mouth and turned his head blankly. But the next moment immediately yelled: “Think, think! Ask the fairy to help me!”

As he prostrated on the ground, peng peng kowtowed his head.

“Then first talk to me about the manifestation of the gods in your temple. Besides, the things in the temples where the manifestations of the sacred are-are you colluding with others, or they are true. Things.”

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After nearly one hour, Dou Po frowned.

Taoist Hong Song, indeed, said everything he knows-although there are some words that add fuel and jealousy to please cope, but in general… it is right.

In fact, she has slowly sorted out a line in her heart——

Liu Ling went to Weicheng, and Li Yunxin went to the Qionghua Building for a dinner.

After the dinner, I gathered together to accompany various temples near Weicheng and gave them his paintings. At that time, the paintings had spirit strength.

Boldly speculate…He should have attached his own breath and absorbed the incense aspirations of the villagers. For people, this is bring about one’s own destruction.

But it means… he already had his will to die at that time-did he already get the method of cultivating six desires and robbery bodies at that time! ?

Next, a few days before he died and was reborn, he wandered the streets of Weicheng. Some paintings were sent out, and rune was engraved everywhere in the city. Those runes and Dou Po tried them out one by one.

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[Note 1]: For details, see Chapter 13 of 100th, Seizing Yin and Yang