"Temple of Five Internal Organs?"

The small temple is called the Wu Zang Temple. It is made of white bones. It looks like a white bone giant on the outside, but without a head. Inside the temple, there are one Buddhist niches in the five directions of southeast, northwest, and northwest. There are five Buddhist niches in each of the five niches.

It affects the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

All the internal organs were dripping with blood, as if they had just been dug out of a living person's body.

"The temple is like a human being without a head, and the five internal organs are arranged in five directions to form the five elements. It is indeed a temple of five internal organs." Ye Qing narrowed his eyes slightly.

In some places with ignorant folk customs, people often use the five internal organs of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys to refer to the five temple gods. They build five internal organs temples and believe that worshiping the five internal organs can bring good weather and no disasters and diseases. The freshest five internal organs are

The best sacrifice.

Therefore, in some places, there are often ignorant and backward people who practice human sacrifice during sacrifices. They will disembowel the intestines of the sacrifice in the temple of the five internal organs, dig out the five internal organs and offer them to the five directions, take the flesh and blood and spread them on the ground.

Temples were built with bones to honor the five gods.

"So, these paper figures are intended to be used to worship the five temple gods?!"

Ye Qing roughly guessed the purpose of these paper figures: "It's a bit interesting to use human sacrifices for paper figures."

"But, I seem to be here to practice, right?!"

Sure enough, his guess was right. The two paper figures put down the sedan chair and pulled him into the temple, while all the paper figures outside the temple knelt down.

In the temple, a paper knife appeared in the hands of two paper figures, cutting off the paper ropes on his body and preparing to cut out his heart.

When the paper rope was disconnected, Ye Qing suddenly felt that he could move. Gang Qi swept across his body, and the two paper figures were directly shattered into pieces and turned into ashes.

"Buzz..."

The Temple of the Five Internal Organs shook, and red blood oozed from the five internal organs sacrificed to the five directions. A grand and majestic voice sounded in the temple:

"Bold, a mere mortal dares to blaspheme the gods."

As the majestic voice sounded, the paper figures outside the temple rushed toward him like bees.

Ye Qing punched out, blowing by the burning wind, dozens of paper figures turned to ashes silently.

But the paper man was endless, and rushed forward again. The red sleeve slipped from the sleeve and appeared in his hand. He swept it with a knife. The light of the knife blew away a breeze, and drifted into the night with the wind, creating a misty and gentle countryside.

"spring breeze"

A large number of paper figures turned into powder like dust blown by the spring breeze.

Gentle Township is also a Tomb of Heroes.

After the "Spring Breeze" move, the red sleeves turned upside down and fell from the sky. When they fell, the sword light was divided into countless parts. The sword light was extremely thin and dense, like wisps of drizzle falling from the sky.

"drizzle"

Before the "drizzle" fell, Ye Qing had already punched out with his left hand.

"Steamed Daze Style"

The drizzle was misty and extremely lingering, and a large number of paper figures were torn to pieces by the light of the knife. The torn paper was scattered everywhere, and they were carried forward by the fist force that followed.

After rushing into more paper people, the paper exploded with a bang, the wind was raging, the wind helped the fire, and the fire of nothingness roared like a tornado, swallowing up a large number of paper people.

However, after a few breaths, when the power of the Fire of Nothingness diminished slightly, a large number of paper figures rushed forward again, surrounding Ye Qing.

"Jiejiang..."

"Breaking the formation..."

"Liu Yun Fei Shou..."

"Phantom Body Technique..."

"Tai Chi Nine Forces..."

"Karma Red Lotus Sword"

Ye Qing is like a ghost among the paper figures, his figure is constantly changing, and he uses Qinggong, boxing, and sword skills one by one.

The strength of the paper man is not strong, only in the late stage of expanding the pulse, but the victory is due to the huge number. Even though Ye Qing is in the God Cleansing Realm, and his Gang Qi is extremely powerful, because he cannot use the dragon and snake runes to restore his Qi in the dream, he cannot

Unable to withstand the consumption of the paper man, the Gang Qi is slowly exhausted.

After the Gang Qi was exhausted, he could only rely on his physical body and moves to fight the paper man.

Unable to use his true energy, the power of his moves was greatly reduced. At the beginning, he still used those complicated and powerful moves, but the effect was not as good as expected, and it was a waste of physical energy. It was not as effective as those simple moves.

Slowly, Ye Qing's moves became more and more concise. His fists were like spears, his elbows were like hammers, his arms were like whips, his legs were like axes, and his sword skills were simple basic moves such as chopping, slashing, teasing, and sweeping.

They all became weapons, and before they finally ran out of energy, they killed all the paper figures.

Then, just when Ye Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the temple suddenly began to shake, and an illusory figure flew out of each of the five organs: heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

"Bold mortals dare to blaspheme the gods..."

"Five temple gods?"

Ye Qing raised his head and looked at the five figures in the air. One of the five figures was holding the Five Fire Shield, one was holding the Peach Talisman Sword, one was holding the Qilin Shield, one was holding the White Tiger Mace, and the other was holding the Water Dividing Yue. They were the legendary Five Temple Gods.

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The five temple gods are the heart god, the liver god, the spleen god, the lung god, and the kidney god. The heart belongs to fire, the liver belongs to wood, the spleen belongs to earth, the lungs belong to metal, and the kidneys belong to water, so they hold the five divine weapons of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth respectively.

The next moment, five Suzakus flew out of the five fire shields, and the fire was overwhelming; the Peach Talisman Sword turned into a green dragon, and the vegetation in the mountain grew wildly; the Qilin Shield turned into a Qilin, and the ground cracked; the White Tiger Mace turned into a white tiger, killing fiercely; dividing the water

The yue became a basalt and the torrent surged.

"I'm going to Grandma Li's."

Ye Qing looked at the doomsday-like scene and felt the power between heaven and earth. He could only curse helplessly and furiously, and then he was annihilated by the water and fire in the sky.

Then, Ye Qing opened his eyes and saw Nanke floating in the air, and the bronze door was slowly closing.

"Dear master, you're awake." After the bronze door closed, Bai Jun said with a smile.

"How long has it been?" Ye Qing asked.

"Half an hour!" Heijun replied.

"Half an hour?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows. Half a quarter of an hour had passed in real time, but more than two or three hours had passed in his dream. It was indeed a dream.

"Dear master, what's the gain?" Bai Jun asked.

"Yes!" Ye Qing said truthfully.

As the saying goes, actual combat is the best master. Although he only stayed in the dream for a short two or three hours, he gained a lot.

To be honest, this trip to the dreamland has made his understanding and mastery of boxing, swordsmanship, light kung fu, etc. to a higher level, and his fighting experience has been greatly improved.

"It's just that the time is a little shorter." Ye Qing looked at Bai Jun: "Are all dreams so difficult?"

If the dream was as difficult as today, he could persist for two or three hours. Others could only persist for half to more than an hour. Although there was an improvement, it was very limited.

If someone were any weaker, it would be even more difficult.

"Dear master, dreams are based on a person's strength, the exercises he wants to practice, etc. In short, if the stronger a person is, the more powerful the exercises he wants to practice, and the more powerful the exercises he wants to practice.

The more, the more difficult it will be to form a dream.”

"If the strength is weaker, the fewer skills you want to practice, and the weaker the skills, the simpler the dream will be." Bai Jun explained.

Ye Qing suddenly understood, no wonder his dream was so difficult. When he was constructing the dream, he was thinking about all his skills, and the grades of his skills were all extraordinary, so that was why he was like this.

It seems that when constructing a dream in the future, it is best to think of one or two techniques. The dream formed in this way should be relatively moderate. It can practice the techniques without ending the dream so quickly, and can maximize the purpose of improving strength.

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"Why didn't you say this before?" Ye Qing's tone was a little cold.

"Master, you didn't ask me?" Bai Jun said aggrievedly.

"Then can I still enter Nanke today?" Ye Qing asked.

Bai Jun shook the snake's head: "No, the master needs to wait for a day."

"Okay, can I ask in advance what your requirements are next time?" Ye Qing asked again.

Bai Jun said: "No, I have to wait until the next time I use it to ask."

"Okay, as expected, asking is in vain!" Ye Qing said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah"

"Bah, you scumbag." Hei Jun said disdainfully.

Ye Qing: "..." Didn't I just say "asking in vain", why did I rise to the level of a scumbag?

And what's with your aggrieved tone? It makes me look like a scumbag who abandons his family and his daughter.

"Okay, a scumbag will be a scumbag! However, he is indeed quite a scumbag." Ye Qing was stunned for a long time, and finally shrugged and put Nan Ke away.

A scumbag feels good for a moment, and a scumbag always feels good!

After putting away the Nanke, Ye Qing lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Although practicing in the dream will not affect reality, the dream is too real. The tension and fatigue caused by the fighting are all real. He needs to have a good sleep and relax.

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To be continued...