Chapter 36: A chivalrous man who chases the murderer thousands of miles away and is stranded with no money (2)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 36: A chivalrous man who chases the murderer thousands of miles away and is stranded with no money (2)

After a long while, Murong Yunyao regained her composure and slowly stepped into the temple.

The sun slowly rises, and the first ray of morning light shines into the temple, seeming to coat the statues in the temple with a golden light, and the fear of last night also dissipates.

Murong Yunyao looked into the temple through the light and found that there were many people gathered under the statue of the god in the middle. There were men and women among them, but they were neither old nor young. They were all young people.

Murong Yunyao felt that this place was very strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange. She couldn't think about much anymore, so she looked at these people and asked: "Which of you is A-Nian's sister? Your sister is waiting for you at the Eighth Prince's Mansion, come with me quickly

Let me go back!"

These people looked gloomy and turned a deaf ear to Murong Yunyao's words. Murong Yunyao was a little impatient and shouted softly: "I took action to save you all, but not only are you not grateful, why are you all looking like this? I don't want to say anything.

Second time, who is A-Nian’s sister? Hurry up to the Eighth Prince’s Mansion to pick up your sister, and everyone else should go back to their respective homes as well. Don’t join this kind of cult in the future!”

"Cult?" A young woman sneered several times, stood up slowly, walked to Murong Yunyao and said: "Witch, how dare you insult the Holy Cult! What does it have to do with you if we join the Holy Cult? Not only did you kill the Holy Cult,

The messenger of the religion who wants to send us away must be the incarnation of an evil ghost! If you have the ability, kill us. We are willing to die for the Holy Religion, but you are wishful thinking in trying to make us withdraw from the Holy Religion!"

Murong Yunyao rolled her eyes at the woman and said angrily: "It's true that Lu Dongbin is a bitch and doesn't know a good heart! It's okay to forget that you are ungrateful. You still treat me like this. Otherwise, out of pity for Ah Nian, I will

I’m too lazy to care about you!”

The young woman smiled disdainfully and said angrily: "Didn't you ask who is A-Nian's sister? I am! My A-Nian is not pitiful. It is her life. What does it have to do with you? You have only practiced for a few days.

Wu, you think you are a heroine, do you have to meddle in everyone’s business?”

"Pa!" Murong Yunyao raised her hand and slapped Sister Anian, turned around and walked straight to the temple door, saying without looking back: "I have already killed the people of the evil cult. Do you want to leave or stay? Are you alive?"

It's death that I, Murong Yunyao, don't care about!"

The sky is getting brighter, but it cannot drive away the severe cold.

Murong Yunyao angrily walked out of the City God's Temple and headed straight towards Bianliang. Her brows were furrowed and her face was filled with anger. She stepped on the snow with her feet, making a "squeak" sound from time to time, "These ungrateful guys

, you deserve to be deceived and deserve to die!"

She lowered her head and walked forward in a melancholy manner. A Nian's pitiful appearance suddenly appeared in her mind. She couldn't help but sigh, and turned around and headed back to the City God's Temple.

She walked very fast when she left, and even faster when she returned. Like a gust of wind, she was outside the Chenghuang Temple in an instant. She wanted to enter the temple and take A-Nian's sister away by force, but she heard several low voices coming from the temple.

When the male voice came out, she hurriedly stopped and hid in the woods nearby, carefully listening to the movements in the temple.

A majestic voice came from the temple, "Say, who is so bold as to kill the messenger of the Holy Religion? Aren't you afraid that the Holy Lord will appear and punish you?"

Murong Yunyao thought to herself, "The evil cult must have come again. It seems that I have to trouble this girl to take action again and teach these blind people a lesson!"

She was about to rush into the temple when she suddenly heard Sister Anian's voice. She was extremely arrogant just now, but now she was extremely respectful, "Master Jijiu, the person who killed the messenger of the Holy Religion was a little girl less than twenty years old.

Calls himself Murong Yunyao."

After listening to her words, the man seemed to think for a while and said with some confusion: "Murong Yunyao? How come I have never heard of this name before?" Then he seemed to remember something, and there was a hint of fear in his tone.

"Mo...could it be that she is a descendant of Murong Yanyun, the former Emperor of Yan State? If that is true, I'm afraid..."

Murong Yunyao snorted softly and said disdainfully, "Who is Murong Yanyun? He is just a bandit. How can he be compared with the founding fathers like my father Murong Yanzhao!"

A messenger next to Jijiu said: "Master Jijiu, according to the instructions of Duowen Grand Jiujiu, these believers must be taken to Tongling Gorge to worship before March. If we don't hurry up, we may miss the time.

If the leader blames us or even offends the Holy Lord, then not to mention that these believers will not be able to reach the heaven in the end, I am afraid that we will also fall into the netherworld forever!"

"Well, what you said makes sense!" the sacrificial wine said softly, then loudly recited a series of strange scriptures, and led the group of believers out of the dilapidated City God's Temple and slowly walked toward the southwest.

Upon seeing this, Murong Yunyao hurriedly drew out her sword. She wanted to jump out of the woods and kill all the cult members, but then she thought, "These believers have been confused by these gangsters. I can kill them all right now."

Er Jing, I am afraid that these ignorant believers will also go to Tongling Gorge on their own. The only way to save them now is to follow them to Tongling Gorge, destroy their lair in one fell swoop, and expose their true colors.

Liberate these ignorant believers." She thought and hurriedly followed the crowd cautiously, following them all the way to the southwest.

That night, everyone camped at the foot of a barren mountain.

Murong Yunyao lay down behind the rocks and checked every move of the group of people at the foot of the mountain. She saw the women setting up a big pot next to the camp and constantly adding water and firewood, showing that they were making a fire for cooking, while the men sat around

Next to the sacrificial wine, I was listening to his sermon attentively.

This barren mountain was neither high nor short. In addition, the mountain wind howled by from time to time. Murong Yunyao could only hear Jijiu's words intermittently. At first, she couldn't understand what Jijiu was saying at all.

It took a while to slowly figure it out.

It turns out that this cult is called the Holy Cult of Chaos, and the god they believe in is named Chaos, who is revered as the Holy Lord. They believe that the reason why people feel pain and misfortune is entirely because their ears can hear, their eyes can see, and their mouths can speak.

If these three things lose their function, people will fall into nothingness and slowly return to the blissful place before the splitting of the sky and the earth - the realm of chaos.

The person with the highest position in the religion is respectfully called the leader, and is the only person who can communicate directly with the Holy Lord. Below the leader, there are three large sacrificial wines, three small sacrificial wines, and three small sacrificial wines.

Each of the sacrificial wines has jurisdiction over a dozen people. Those who are used to preach are called messengers, and those who are used to welcome believers are called guide messengers. Below the messengers and guide messengers are the vast number of believers.

If a believer can practice diligently, he or she can hope to return to the realm of chaos once, and when he returns, he will be promoted to a messenger or guide. If a messenger or guide returns to the realm of chaos three times, he will permanently lose one of his functions.

, and was promoted to a small sacrificial wine. If the small sacrificial wine can return to the realm of chaos six more times, it will lose its two functions forever and become the great sacrificial wine inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. If the large sacrificial wine can return to the realm of chaos,

If you enter the realm nine times, you will lose three functions. After the leader returns to the realm of chaos forever, he will inherit the position of leader and command thousands of followers in the religion.

Murong Yunyao listened for a long time, and only eight words appeared in her mind - it's a bunch of nonsense, how can it not make sense! She couldn't figure out why these boys and girls of similar age to her believed in such nonsense.

She listened for a while longer, feeling bored and breathless. She managed to hold on for a while, but finally couldn't bear the sleepiness, so she lay down on the rocks and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the early morning, the sky turned white.

A gust of mountain wind blew a coolness on Murong Yunyao's face, causing her to sneeze. Then she slowly opened her eyes, stretched her waist comfortably, stood up and looked down the mountain.

At this time, everyone at the foot of the mountain had already woken up and was doing all kinds of weird movements following the sacrificial wine. These believers obviously had just joined the religion, and their movements were very stiff. They often even couldn't open their legs or lower their waists.

Their faces were hideous in pain, and they wailed like ghosts from time to time. They seemed to be practicing martial arts, and they also seemed to be performing some kind of extremely weird ritual. But no matter what it was, there was only one feeling, that is, a group of demons dancing wildly!

"Hmph!" Murong Yunyao snorted contemptuously, thinking, "If you keep practicing like this, I'm afraid I'll be torn to pieces before you reach Tongling Gorge!"

After a long time, these people stopped.

The sacrificial wine seemed to be quite satisfied with this group of believers, and a smile appeared on his face. This smile was eerie and extremely ugly. It was more like crying than laughing. The believers did not seem to take it seriously, but Murong Yunyao almost

Scream out loud.

"Are these guys humans or ghosts? Aren't the people in my grandfather's Nine Nether Ghost Realm all the same as neither humans nor ghosts?" Murong Yunyao was muttering as she suddenly felt hungry in her belly.

She originally wanted to pick some wild fruits in the mountains, but the strange chanting sound from yesterday came from below, and it was obvious that the team was about to leave.

Murong Yunyao sighed helplessly, "A-Nian, I must have owed you something in my previous life, and I have to suffer this sin in this life!" But then she smiled again, "But I have loved to travel in the world since I was a child.

All I met were guys who couldn’t stand up to the challenge, but this time I finally fulfilled my dream of being a hero!”

Jijiu didn't seem to realize that there was a girl hiding behind the rocks, and naturally he didn't know what she was thinking. He only had one important and sacred mission in his heart, which was to successfully bring this group of believers to Tongling Gorge to worship.

, his chanting gradually stopped, and he began to lead everyone to continue walking slowly southwest.
Chapter completed!