Tao Yuanming didn't want to go out in a big way.
But I couldn't bear the spread of gossip among the faithful men and women.
His bullock cart had just been hitched, and the news had already spread throughout the streets and alleys.
Therefore, he walked out of the back door, and many people began to follow behind the bullock cart.
They rushed to tell each other, with tears in their eyes.
When Ling Muyun arrived on the street, Xie Nan had already squeezed through the crowds of people, and successfully put the pine gin wine in the car, which had little space.
After receiving Tao Yuanming's nod of thanks, he looked shy.
In a panic, he reported his family name, hoping that one day, Tao Yuanming, like Liu Ziji, could visit the Peach Blossom Spring and leave behind a pair of calligraphy treasures.
Infected by the warm atmosphere at the scene, Ling Muyun looked at Tao Yuanming curiously.
He is handsome and suave, with fair skin and less moustache. He wears a Ge scarf and a brown robe without any belt.
Coupled with his talent, it is really not surprising that he has fascinated a lot of people.
"Master Ling also likes Tao Yuanming?"
"Well..." Ling Muyun nodded and said, "Has Miss Lu recovered somewhat?"
The speaker was Lu Youtong.
She saw Ling Muyun crowded in the crowd from a distance, craning his neck to look around.
Te moved over and said, "I was planning to go to the divine sect to fulfill my vows, but I just happened to meet him."
Ling Muyun frowned when he heard that Lu Youtong was going to the Zoroastrian church.
Isn't this just looking for trouble?
"Why, Mr. Ling has such an expression?"
"Miss Lu, please forgive me for speaking frankly, but it's better not to go to Huangqiu." Ling Muyun didn't know how to mention the reason, so he had to persuade her tactfully.
"What happened last time, wasn't it already expelled..."
Lu Youtong wanted to speak but stopped.
Ling Muyun wanted to say that there is more than one demon in the world, but he was afraid of frightening Lu Youtong.
He rolled his eyes and said, "It has nothing to do with last time. I watched the sky at night and calculated that this month is not suitable for worship."
In Lu Youtong's heart, he is a practitioner of Xuan Dao. What he says will definitely not deceive her.
"Even so, it doesn't matter if it comes later."
While talking, Xie Nan walked through the crowd and came back. When she saw Lu Youtong, she greeted him familiarly.
It seems that the two of them have some interactions with each other.
Ling Muyun didn't know how to talk to a woman from a wealthy family, but Xie Nan's arrival came to rescue him.
Seeing that the two were chatting happily, they stood aside quietly and listened to their discussion about Zoroastrianism.
Zoroastrianism? Are both Zoroastrian believers?
Ling Muyun couldn't help but straighten his ears.
During their conversation, they learned that on every seventh day, Zoroastrian believers go to church to worship together.
And on that day, either Liu Li or Liu Chan will attend.
In the evening, firewood is lit in the big cauldron in the courtyard and a wish is made to the Lord God.
Ling Muyun secretly calculated: This is the time to explore Zoroastrianism!
He casually found an excuse to return to the inn, took out the Dunjia Heavenly Book from under his pillow and read through it.
He vaguely remembered that it contained techniques for concealing true energy, which was called escape.
It was just right to hide the overflow of his true energy.
In this way, when he sneaks into the church, Liu Chan will not sense him before anyone arrives.
Although it was unlikely for a low-level cultivator to hide his figure in front of the Grand Master, Ling Muyun was not prepared to dress up in disguise and enter the church openly.
During the time of making a wish, being a gentleman is a matter of course.
In the remaining seven days, Ling Muyun has been practicing the "Yu Shen" first sword, combined with Chun Lei derived sword techniques, trying to kill the enemy with one blow.
Although the room was messy, Xie Nan didn't mind.
That box of books was more than enough to make up for the loss.
At the same time, he practiced the Earth Escape: A Thousand Miles Step to reach a distance of five hundred feet. After finishing it, he ran away, giving him a little more confidence.
That afternoon, Ling Muyun detoured from the side of Huangqiu, dodged the patrolling guards, and lay down in the bird's nest of a big tree next to the church.
Looking around, hundreds of Zoroastrian believers have gathered, all chanting unpronounceable scriptures.
Until the sun goes down.
Liu Chan, wearing a long robe and holding an unknown parchment book in his hand, came to the square surrounded by believers.
When Liu Chan recited sutras, golden light shone all over his body. In the eyes of believers, it was a miracle.
In the eyes of ordinary believers, any means used by practitioners at will can confuse people.
What's more, in these troubled times, anyone with some reputation will compile some visions of their birth.
Ling Muyun couldn't use his true energy because he had used the art of hiding, so he slipped down quietly and sneaked into the Zoroastrian Church through the back door.
It is exactly the same as the first time I saw it. The ones worshiped are still the blue dragon, the phoenix, and the lion, and the main deity is Liu Li.
There are no other abnormalities.
Since Liu Chan wants the boy's blood, there must be somewhere to hide it, or there must be some clues.
Ling Muyun looked around, then carefully checked the well in the backyard, the attic, and even sneaked into the inner room. He found nothing, so he had to go to the main hall again. .
Just when Ling Muyun thought he was being careless, he finally found clues on Liu Li's statue.
Liu Li also raised his hands flat, and his expression and demeanor were basically the same as those of Liu Chan who just held the scripture.
The only difference was that he didn't have a scripture in his hand.
Ling Muyun seemed to have caught some clue and lowered his gaze.
Under Liu Li's feet, there was a bluestone tile with a larger gap than other tiles.
Ling Muyun tentatively pressed Liu Li's hands, increasing the strength little by little, just at the moment when the weight of a book was reached:
"Click!"
With a slight crisp sound, the bluestone tile slowly rose up, revealing a hole that could be entered and exited by one person.
Under the entrance of the cave is a tunnel, dark and bottomless.
"There is indeed something fishy!"
Ling Muyun ducked into the tunnel and groped along with the sound of dripping water.
After walking about a hundred feet, they came across a stone door carved with a two-horned monster.
Not locked.
Pushing open the stone door, my eyes suddenly lit up.
Under the illumination of twenty-eight ever-bright lamps, a huge sarcophagus was tied up with eight chains and hung in mid-air.
The chain was bright red and dripping with viscous liquid.
Combined with the strong smell of blood in the air, Ling Muyun probably guessed the role of the blood of boys and girls.
seal!
"What's locked in the sarcophagus?"
It stands to reason that if it is very important, then it will be heavily guarded or heavily guarded.
But along the way, there was nothing unusual except for a slight loss of vision.
If it doesn't matter, the talismans and seals on the coffin are clearly Taoist techniques. They are complicated and complicated. You can tell at a glance that they were done deliberately.
"laugh!"
The blood dripped along the chain and onto the seal, igniting sparks and disappearing in an instant.
The talisman's seal glowed redly, and then fell into silence again.
Ling Muyun walked around the coffin and found that some of the talismans were mottled and there was no sound when the blood dripped on them.
"Zoroastrianism is breaking the seal?"
