Chapter 1568 I would rather stay in a deserted grave than enter a wild temple
"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 that he was a little angry. After all, Mr. Song said that Potian was just the leader of one of the alchemists, and he was a serious and powerful general. If he hadn't given the lady face, , he won’t pay attention to these pretentious tricks. Shi, but just when he was about to get angry, Mr. Song said again: "There is also Zhao Dutong for you. According to your character, will you watch the young lady bring two burdens that are about to die without trying to dissuade her?"< br>
This Zhao Dutong opened his mouth, but was speechless.
Indeed, he knows the character of the young lady and will definitely not do such a thing, and he himself is not to mention it. He has no more than three to five hundred lives on his hands. He is a proper warrior on the battlefield. All the meritorious deeds were obtained by chopping them off with a knife. According to his temperament, he would chop off the two useless men while the lady was not paying attention, so as to save 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 his whole body 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 either. Stop it, how can I forget that I would rather stay in a deserted grave than enter a wild temple?”
Hearing this, the woman in the middle couldn't sit still. She 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 throughout my life are of no use here. This place blocks the wind and water, and it is a... desperate place!"
Although I don’t understand what this so-called Jedi actually represents, Mr. Song’s expression must be that he is in danger. The woman has also seen big scenes, so she just took a deep breath. , asked in a deep voice: "Can you control it? I remember that Mr. Song should be carrying a body of Ganoderma lucidum and Jade Zen Ancestor with him. This is the most precious treasure of your alchemist sect. I thought that there were monsters in Heming Mountain who were causing trouble, so it was also used This statue..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Song stood up and took out a wooden box from the pole he was carrying. He opened the eye box and found a jade statue inside.
Needless to say, the portrait is ingenious. The most mysterious thing is that the portrait has no head, and 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 air, because this treasure has completely changed its appearance. The Ganoderma lucidum head has rotted, and the original unusually clear The facial features have been rotten together, like a rotten human head, and at the same time, there are also 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..." Old Mr. Song gritted his teeth, "I am afraid that this temple gate can only be entered but cannot be exited."
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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 drink porridge at night, but he didn't expect that there was a porridge in the temple. The rule of not eating after lunch.
In fact, they still have food, but they got it from their "benefactors". Now they don't know whether those people are humans or ghosts, good or bad, so they can only watch the food. With.
"Don't think about it, just go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep." Jiang Cheng comforted him, "You go to bed first, I'll keep watch."
The fat man sighed and said 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. If we are more careful, they will also notice any abnormalities we can find. Moreover, I have already sent them a message and given them the clues we confirmed. "Jiang Cheng said.
Although I say this, there is no news about Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai, and Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie until now. This is not a good sign.
It was late at night, and Fatty fell asleep. Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall and kept vigil alone. There was only one candle lighting the room. The candle flame kept swaying, and the wind was blowing from nowhere.
Slowly, a sudden sleepiness came over him, and Jiang Cheng lowered his head.
After an unknown amount of time, 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 and it was like this. Also, outside...there seemed to be a sound outside. I heard the sound..."
The fat man stopped talking here. Having said that, Jiang Cheng pricked up his ears, and sure enough, there was a rustling sound coming from outside. The sound was not loud, but it was a bit messy, 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, but the strange sound became clearer. The fat man originally guessed it was the sound of chanting sutras. After all, Monk Huide They have said more than once that they want to cultivate merit, but now it sounds like that is not the case.
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. (End of this chapter)