At this time, someone with sharp eyes suddenly saw that under the light of the lantern, Zhenren Xie's face was changing rapidly, and he was surprised: "Master, why have you changed?!"
Others also discovered that the viewer was getting younger and younger, and they were all pleasantly surprised.
"Did he become an immortal?"
Under the lantern, I saw Mr. Xie getting younger and younger, returning from middle-aged to more than 20 years old. Because there is still a big difference between middle-aged people and young people, you can see the difference if you look closely, and such changes also make Everyone was surprised and happy.
But there were also some people who were smart, felt something in their hearts, and quietly took a step back.
I saw Master Xie getting up from the futon, slowly walking down, and replied: "Becoming an immortal? I am indeed close to it."
These words were filled with emotion. He glanced at the people in front of him and said slowly: "It's just that I still lack something."
"You are all orphans and were raised by me. Are you willing to get me what I lack?"
The few standing at the front had the most trust in Master Xie, and they immediately said, "I'm willing!"
"Master Guan, if you need anything, please tell me and I will get it for you!"
"I am willing to get it for the temple master, even if I die!"
"That's good, there is no need to die ten thousand times, just one death is enough." Xie Zhenren nodded, suddenly drew his sword, and stabbed the person in front.
"Poof!" The sharp sword pierced his body instantly. The man was completely unprepared. He looked down and didn't know what happened. As soon as he pulled out the sword, he lost strength and fell down.
"..."
This instant change shocked everyone. They never expected that the Immortal Temple Master who had raised him and raised him when he was in danger would suddenly kill someone!
"It's murder, run!"
However, none of them are stupid. Except for Xiao Can, almost everyone immediately thought of a possibility: Could it be that the master of the temple had some purpose in adopting these orphans? For this day?
Looking at the young face of the viewer, it is no longer surprise, but fear!
In addition to becoming an immortal, there is no other way for a cultivator to become younger. Could it be that he has entered the devil's way?
And they are victims destined to be trapped in captivity?
In panic, more than a dozen people shouted and ran away. There were even two fierce ones who advanced instead of retreating and were about to hit the real person.
"If you don't die of hunger, you will be like a mantis with arms full of arms!" Xie Zhenren's face remained expressionless. He waved his long sword and shot out a dazzling cold light: "Why bother? This will only increase your pain before death."
"Go to hell..." a young man roared, but before he could curse, the sword flashed, a fountain of blood sprayed out, and a head flew out.
"Run away quickly, no..."
"Guanzhu, I'm Xiaobai. You said I'm the most obedient..."
There were screams and begging for mercy, but every time the cold light flashed, blood would fly everywhere. Due to the sharpness of the sword, you couldn't even hear the clang sound of cutting into the bones. The small recesses in the courtyard were originally filled with thin layers of blood. In less than a minute, all the water accumulated was extremely thick blood.
"Run away, run away."
A few were still trying to escape, but Xiao Can did not escape. Instead, he stared blankly at the temple leader walking towards him, raised his little face, and asked: "Buddhist, why?"
Then his chest felt cold and painful, and a mouthful of blood poured out of his throat.
But he still stared at the viewer, with no pain at all on his face, only a bit of sadness and confusion, and he couldn't figure out why things suddenly turned out like this.
As soon as the sword was drawn, Xiao Can's eyes opened wide, blood spurted out like a fountain, and he fell to the ground.
"well!"
Xie Zhenren looked at the Taoist boy with a complicated mood and closed his eyes twice after closing his eyes.
Zhenren Xie is still a little soft-hearted towards Xiao Can, an obedient Taoist boy, but he is much more flexible towards others.
His speed was extremely fast. Although the several people who escaped fled in different directions, Xie Zhenren chased them one by one without any effort.
There were three teenagers running away in the same direction. As they ran, they couldn't help but look behind them. They breathed a sigh of relief when they found that no one was chasing them. The boy who was running at the front screamed and fell to the ground.
The remaining two people looked in horror, and saw Zhenren Xie, holding a sword, appearing in front and walking towards them step by step.
Blood was dripping from the sword held by the real man. His handsome young face was expressionless and he looked over coldly, making the two teenagers shiver.
"Fight him!"
One of the teenagers roared, quickly made a magic spell, pushed forward, and smoke immediately appeared out of thin air.
When another man saw this, he gritted his teeth, took off his bamboo flute from his waist, and played music across his lips.
This is not arty, this is the attack spell this person has learned, using the bamboo flute as a weapon and killing people with music!
"Haha, have you forgotten that I taught you all this?"
Surrounded by smoke and listening to music with murderous intent, a figure not far away chuckled and spoke with contempt.
Xie Zhenren's words were not big words, because as soon as this sound fell, the smoke suddenly dissipated, and the young man holding the sword came step by step.
The two teenagers were sweating on their foreheads and kept retreating. When the distance between the three of them shortened to an unbearable level, the two teenagers turned around and ran away!
"Ah!" The sword flashed and slashed at the shoulder, immediately cutting in one foot.
Internal organs and blood spurted out everywhere. The boy who was closest was already frightened out of his mind. He screamed and stepped back. His feet slipped due to the blood on the ground and he fell down. On the ground, he also used his hands and feet to keep retreating.
"Master of the Temple, have mercy on your life! Master of the Temple, have mercy on your life... ah!"
"Why is this necessary?" Zhenren Xie said softly as he saw another young man being hacked to death.
The tone is pitiful, but anyone who listens to it will probably feel chilled to the bone.
But his figure did not stay here. Like a gust of wind, he disappeared in an instant, and soon the screams were heard again in the distance.
With less than half a stick of incense, there were more than a dozen corpses lying scattered in the Taoist temple. Strangely, the blood under the bloody corpses automatically gathered into a pattern, which made it even more terrifying to look at.
Outside the small courtyard, Hongdao came in with his sword in hand. His eyes did not dare to fall on the corpse, but without squinting, he came directly to Xie Zhenren and knelt down: "Zhenren, the two who escaped early have been killed by me!"
"They must be Li Xin and Yan Xiao. Originally, they were too old to be disciplined, but I saw that they were really talented, so I took them in anyway."
"As expected of me now, I activated it temporarily. I didn't even know it would be at this time, but I still felt something was wrong and escaped in advance."
Mr. Xie couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of pity in his tone.
"But it is precisely because of this that if I kill you, you can activate the ritual."
To initiate this ritual, all that is needed are high-quality sacrifices. This Taoist temple is actually a large formation, and the people who died in the Taoist temple are the nourishment for initiating the ritual.
(End of chapter)
