"What did you say, Mr. Song?" the young man closest to him asked with a puzzled face. But Mr. Song ignored him at all and continued to talk to himself: "Also, why should we save those two people?"
"That's what the lady meant." The middle-aged man continued. To be honest, he was not very satisfied with this matter, but it was just not convenient for him to say it.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Song turned to look at him and said in a questioning tone: "What do you mean, Miss? In your impression, would the Miss do such a thing?" The middle-aged man who was questioned was stunned. His first reaction was He was a little confused. After all, Mr. Song said that Potian was just the leader of one of the alchemists, and he was a real and upright military general. If he didn't give the lady face, he would not pay attention to these alchemists who were pretending to be magic, but he just wanted to Angry, I heard Mr. Song say again: "And Zhao Dutong, according to your character, will you watch the young lady bring two dying burdens without trying to dissuade her?" This Zhao Dutong opened his mouth. Open, but was speechless.
Indeed, he knew the character of the young lady and would definitely not do such a thing, and he himself would not even mention it. He had only three to five hundred lives on his hands. He was a true warrior on the battlefield, and all his achievements were achieved with his own sword. According to his temperament, he would chop off the two useless men while the lady was not paying attention, so as to avoid any delay.
But judging from the results, none of them did this, and they took good care of these two people along the way, until they saw the torches of the monks returning to the temple at night from a distance.
"Mr. Song is right. These are indeed very strange. We are like...like different people." The maid who stood in the corner and remained silent also spoke.
"The strangest thing is me!" Mr. Song's breathing gradually became faster, and the contrast between the front and back of his whole person was huge.
"How could I...how could I not stop you? It's fine that you don't understand some truths, but I didn't stop you. How could I forget that I would rather stay in a deserted grave than enter a wild temple?" The woman in the middle couldn't sit still after hearing this. He stopped, stood up and stared at Mr. Song.
"Mr. Song, if you always have something to say, just say it."
"Is there... something wrong with this temple?" the woman asked in a low voice. She also vaguely sensed something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
Mr. Song took a deep breath, then nodded with a gloomy expression.
"Is the feng shui here wrong?" the woman asked cautiously. Mr. Song’s face was obscure.
"It's not just about Feng Shui. To tell you the truth, all the Feng Shui techniques I have learned all my life are of no use here. This place blocks the wind and water, and it is a... Jedi!" Although I don't understand what this so-called Jedi means, But judging from the expression on Mr. Song's face, it was definitely a sign of danger. The woman had also seen big scenes. She just took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Can you control it? I remember that Mr. Song should be carrying a statue with him." Ancestor of Jade Zen with the physical form of Ganoderma lucidum, this is the most precious treasure of your alchemist sect. I think that when there was an evildoer in Heming Mountain, he also used this statue..." Before he could finish his words, Mr. Song stood up and picked up the pole from his shoulder. He took out a wooden box and opened the box. Inside was a jade statue.
Needless to say, the portrait is ingenious. The most mysterious thing is that the portrait has no head, but a Ganoderma lucidum is wrapped around the portrait, part of which just forms the head of the portrait.
It can be seen that after seeing this treasure of the alchemist sect, everyone present took a breath of cold air, because the appearance of this treasure has completely changed. The Ganoderma head has rotted, and the originally unusually clear facial features have been rotten together. , like a rotting human head, accompanied by bursts of bloody stench.
"The evil spirit here can destroy the most precious treasure in my sect. It seems that God is going to destroy our alchemist sect..." Mr. Song gritted his teeth and said,
"I'm afraid this temple gate can be entered but cannot be exited."... The fat man in Jiangcheng lay side by side on the broken straw mat, his stomach growling. The fat man had thought about going to the dining hall to eat porridge at night, but he didn't expect it. , there is a rule in the temple not to eat after lunch.
In fact, they still have food, but that is from
They got it from the "beneficiaries". Now they don't know whether those people are humans or ghosts, good or bad, so they can only watch the food.
"Don't think about it, just go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep." Jiang Cheng comforted,
"You go to bed first, and I'll keep watch." The fat man sighed, saying that he could still overcome his hunger, but what he was really worried about now was Yao, Shunyu and Li Bai. This mission was different from the past, and the whereabouts of these people were all unknown.
"Those two people are more powerful than you think. We can find any abnormalities if they are more careful, and I have already sent them a message and given them the clues we confirmed." Jiang Cheng said.
Even so, there is no news about Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai, and Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie, which is not a good sign.
It was late at night, and the fat man fell asleep. Jiang Cheng leaned on the wall and kept vigil alone. There was only one candle lighting the room. The candle flame kept swaying, and he didn't know where the wind came from.
Slowly, a sudden sleepiness came over him, and Jiang Cheng lowered his head. I don't know how much time passed, but Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a hand touching him. He suddenly woke up the next second and saw that the room was completely dark, and the candle was extinguished at some point.
"It's me, doctor." The fat man's voice was trembling, and he seemed to be frightened.
"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng lowered his voice.
"I don't know, I just woke up like this. Also, outside... there seemed to be a sound outside. I heard the sound..." The fat man stopped talking here. Jiang Cheng pricked up his ears. Sure enough, there was something coming from outside. There was a rustling sound. It was not loud, but it was a bit chaotic, as if there were many people.
"Did you open the door?" Jiang Cheng looked at the door. At this moment, the door was about a third open, and the ground outside was covered with a layer of cold light.
"It's not me, how dare I." The fat man immediately denied it. Jiang Cheng walked to the door and slowly opened it. There was nothing outside the door, but the strange sound became clearer. The fat man originally guessed it was the sound of chanting sutras. After all, Monk Huide and the others had said it more than once. Cultivating merit, but now it sounds like it is not.
The two quietly left the room and followed the sound. The temple was empty at night. The two soon came to an antique building. It was located in a remote place and there was light coming from the building.
Jiangcheng Fatty's face became even weirder because they smelled a special aroma. The two quietly came to a window of the building and looked in through the gap. The scene in front of them confirmed their suspicions.
I saw a carefree scene inside. The shirtless monks were sitting crookedly on the table, and some were drunk on the floor. The table was filled with wine and meat dishes. They drank from big bowls and ate meat with big mouthfuls, looking like green forest heroes. The style.
