As Cheng Yu walked, he recalled that when he went to the Underworld just now, everything else was as usual, except that he entered the Requiem Hall, and this hall was unique to the Capital Confucian Temple.
From this point of view, could it be that the strange thing should be in this palace?
But just now Qin Hongyu didn't notice either...
‘Let’s go! Let’s go to Tianxiaduwu Temple by the way.’
Cheng Yu sent a message to the cat demon. He was going to go anyway, so why not just take advantage of the situation and go away.
When Jia Fei heard that he was going to the Wu Temple, he was stunned at first, but finally agreed, and the two of them quickly walked out of the street in front of the Du Wen Temple and headed southwest of the capital.
As soon as he passed through the Imperial Street, Cheng Yu suddenly felt the ground shaking beneath his feet, and at the same time, the Wu Jun token in his lapel also trembled slightly.
He quickly raised his head and looked forward. Suddenly, a dense cloud of smoke and dust rose up in the night sky, like a huge mushroom, rapidly expanding and standing in the southwest of the capital.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Immediately afterwards there was a dull loud noise, mixed with screams and wails.
'quick!'
After Cheng Yu transmitted the message to Jia Fei, the soul returned to its position and spread its wings to fly first to where the smoke was.
At the same time, his spiritual consciousness dispersed, but he did not notice any violent fluctuations in spiritual power.
Spreading your wings and flying high into the sky, you looked down and saw that the center of the smoke and dust was in the Tianxiaduwu Temple in the west of the city.
The layout of the Duwu Temple in Tianxia is almost the same as that of the Duwen Temple in the east of the city, but there were originally nine Wujun halls lined up in a row, but now there are only eight left.
The golden glazed tile roofs of each hall have been covered by a layer of floating soil. In the square in front of the hall, the sound of wailing and shouting can be heard one after another.
"Dang! Dang! Dang..."
At the four corners of the inner city, the four towering bell towers rang their bells almost simultaneously, and soldiers from the Capital Army and Horses Department began to gather in various places in the city.
The golden-armored warriors guarding the palace were ready, and at the same time, a group of elite soldiers rushed towards the Duwu Temple.
As for the people around Duwu Temple, from Cheng Yu's point of view, except for being frightened, they were all fine.
In the blink of an eye, he flew near the place where the incident occurred, and he was greeted by a smell of earthy smell mixed with a strong scent of sandalwood.
I don’t know which Wujun Palace suddenly collapsed. Could it be Qianyuan Prefecture where Qin Hongyu is located...
Viewed from the air, the temple shrouded in smoke and dust is the second to last one from the west. According to the layout of the Duwen Temple, and counting after the mirror image, it should not be Qianyuan Prefecture.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yu felt a little at ease. After looking at a direction, he flapped his wings and dived into the dust cloud. After landing, he stopped on the tall wall of Tianxiaduwu Temple.
He sent a message to the cat demon to inform him of his location, and then summoned his soul to stand out of thin air.
The Wujun token in the lapel of his clothes kept trembling, and all the pilgrims who were kneeling in the square in front of the temple staggered out of the temple, covering their mouths and noses.
The large and small temple priests in the temple, all holding lanterns and torches in disgrace, surrounded the collapsed Wujun Hall and shouted to the sky and the earth:
"Quick! Get some water and prepare it...ahem! Just in case the water leaks!"
"It's over. Old Huangtou has just entered the palace to add oil and change incense. He must be dead now. Alas..."
"Quickly think of a way to save people, there are still a few pilgrims inside!"
"How to save it? If such a huge palace is completely destroyed, who can survive?"
The temple priests were all at a loss after experiencing such a big disaster for the first time. It was obvious that they had never imagined that they would encounter such a disaster.
And here Jia Fei has come to Cheng Yu, and with the help of his magical eyes, no longer blocked by layers of dust and thick fog, he has clearly seen that the collapsed palace is the Suzhou Wujun, one of the three northern states.
temple.
‘Suzhou Wujun Palace…isn’t it…’
'That's right! It's exactly the one we met at the Qianyuanzhou ferry when we came to Beijing.'
Cheng Yu replied, and at the same time, the stout figure of the nine-foot-tall butcher, shirtless and wearing a coarse cloth waistcoat, holding a huge butcher's knife, appeared in his mind again.
I still remember that at that time, because I didn’t call the sword Sahuan, I cut off the river with one sword and also cut through the void barrier. I happened to encounter the butcher Wu Jun leading the Yin soldiers of Wu Jun Palace of Suzhou Prefecture across the border.
Originally, this year the Tianxia Martial Arts Temple in the capital was under the rotation of Suzhou Wujun, but due to the rebellion of the barbarians in the northern border, the Mobei Witch Court also attacked the dead souls of Jiuzhou, and even destroyed the Wujun of a county on the border of Suzhou. The butcher
He had no choice but to send a message to Qin Hongyu to come to Beijing to take his place on duty.
After Qin Hongyu arrived, Wu Jun, the butcher, had time to lead the Yin soldiers from Wu Jun Palace in Suzhou Prefecture and hurriedly headed north back to his hometown.
At this time, the Suzhou Wujun Hall in Duwu Temple has collapsed. Could it be...
Although no spiritual power fluctuations were found, Cheng Yu already had a bad feeling in his heart.
He stepped into the smoke and dust, but his soul had not solidified. With the help of the cat demon's magical eyes, he discovered that the Suzhou Wujun Palace in front of him had not completely collapsed, at least the main body was still standing.
Only when I got closer did I see clearly, it turned out that the main body of the temple had indeed collapsed, but the statue of Wujun in the temple, which was three to four feet high, was still standing upright and had not been knocked down by the beam above it or the entire roof of the temple.
It's just that the whole body is covered with broken bricks and tiles and broken beams and columns, and it's no longer recognizable from its previous appearance.
"Help...cough cough cough! Help!"
Hearing that someone was calling for help inside, Cheng Yu hurriedly walked through the layers of dust and mist, and sent a message to the cat demon to ask him to enlarge his magic eyes. He saw the thickest wooden beam leaning against one of the outstretched arms of the statue of Wu Jun.
to create a large gap below.
There were five or six people nestled in the gap, hugging each other, and the three soul fires on each person were relatively stable.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly there was another muffled sound. It turned out to be one of the people nestled under the statue. He was dizzy and couldn't see the situation clearly. He just wanted to get out. When he saw a large wooden pile in front of him blocking the way, he actually reached out to push the huge wooden beam that saved his life.
Logically speaking, he could not push the wooden beam at all with his own strength, but at this time, the beam was placed vertically on the arm of the statue. After he pushed it like this, it actually began to slide to the side.
"Crack!"
The arm supporting the wooden beam also made a crisp sound, and a crack visible to the naked eye soon penetrated the entire arm.
Through the cracks, Cheng Yu saw that the inside of the arm was just a mud tire and had no skeleton. Logically speaking, it could not hold up a wooden beam thick enough for a person to hug.
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"Don't move!"
Among the few survivors, one sounded like he was elderly. He finally saw the situation and hurriedly shouted, but it was too late.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Cheng Yu saw that the wooden beams had collapsed, killing several people nestled under the statue, so he hurriedly brought up the water technique and drew a few clusters of clear water from a bucket on the ground nearby, and flew towards the collapsed hall.
Several clusters of clear water passed through the raised dust and caught several people nestled in the triangle area one by one. Two more clusters supported the arms of the statue and the wooden beams respectively.
"Kara!"
There was a loud noise, and the wooden beam did not fall down. Instead, it was lifted up a few feet, revealing a hole as wide as a person. Following several "crash!" sounds, the surviving people were quickly pulled out and placed gently in front of the temple.
on the square.
After Cheng Yu carefully scanned the dilapidated hall, he found no living things, not even corpses. Then he recalled the last two clusters of water and dropped them into the bucket next to him.
While taking back the water technique, he also did not forget to eliminate the remaining water auras on the few clusters of clear water one by one.
"Boom!"
The wooden beam lost its support and finally fell to the ground diagonally, along with large pieces of broken wooden brackets and bricks.
The whole hall had just dissipated a little bit of dust and smoke, and suddenly the strong earthy smell surged up again.
After rescuing several people, Cheng Yu felt uneasy because he could clearly see that the huge wooden beam had fallen, but the arm of the statue was still unbroken. A deep crack penetrated the entire arm and was still extending.
"Hey! There are people there! Hurry!"
Many temple devotees outside the temple found several vague figures crawling on the ground in the square, and they rushed forward to help.
When I got there, I found that these people were all covered in dust, with only the whites of their eyes showing, and they could vaguely be seen as alive.
"Bring water!"
One of the temple priests turned back, picked up the buckets beside Cheng Yu, and ran forward to wipe the heads and faces of the survivors.
"Oh! Isn't this old Huangtou? He actually ran out alive!"
"Hurry...ahem! Hurry and save people!"
"Save the pilgrims first!"
The temple priests here were in a hurry to carry away the survivors. Only the temple priest named Lao Huangtou broke away from everyone, turned around and lay on the ground, facing the direction of the collapsed hall, and cried "dong dong" with tears.
Ringed his head:
"Little old man, thank you, Master Tu, for saving your life! Thank you, Master Tu, for your great kindness! Woo hoo hoo..."
Seeing him like this, several other surviving pilgrims suddenly woke up and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the arm of the butcher statue finally fell from the torso and hit the ground.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
Suddenly it started to rain, and the huge mushroom cloud of smoke and dust over Duwu Temple gradually withered after being suppressed by the rain.
Cheng Yu looked up and saw that there was no dark cloud in the sky, and outside the Duwu Temple, there were two strong waves of water-based aura spiritual energy.
It was the two old lieutenants from the Jinwu Guards and Water Guards Department who were nearest here who took action.
Seeing that the smoke and dust were gradually suppressed by the rain, but before it completely dissipated, the artificial rainfall suddenly stopped. It could be said that it left as quickly as it came, and the two spiritual energy fluctuations outside the temple also disappeared.
Then Cheng Yu heard shouts of "Uncle Master! Uncle Master!" outside the temple wall.
It turned out that the two old captains who took action had fainted.
Cheng Yu turned around and looked around. The two old captains had just exhausted their spiritual power and just needed to recuperate for a while.
"Ah! Master Tu has appeared! Master Tu has appeared!"
Suddenly, Miao Zhu Lao Huangtou, who was kneeling on the ground, shouted. For some reason, he was so excited that he forgot his taboo. He raised his hand and pointed at the statue of Wujun still standing in the ruins and shouted.
Cheng Yu followed its guidance and looked up. The tall statue of the statue with a gray head and a dusty face had been washed away by a burst of rain, and the features on its face could be seen again.
Upon closer inspection, although this statue is somewhat similar to the Suzhou butcher Wu Jun, I still feel that something is wrong...
It seemed that his temperament was quite different from that of the butchers he met.
He remembered that when he was at the Qianyuan Prefecture ferry, the butcher Wu Jun had a fierce look on his face, but the face of the statue in front of him had a kind and compassionate look, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with a smile.
"Old Huangtou, have you lost your mind and gone crazy? How dare you point your finger at Master Tu!"
An old temple minister was kneeling next to Old Huangtou. While cursing, he lifted up Old Huangtou and grabbed his hand.
"Ouch! It's a sin, Master Tu should atone for his sin... No, look, look at Master Tu... he, he is smiling!"
"ah?"
Hearing this, the other temple blessings present wiped the mud off their faces and looked up.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned with their mouths wide open, and even the muddy water flowed into their mouths.
"What I said is right, Master Tu, he looks... huh?"
Halfway through his words, Old Huangtou turned around and looked at the portrait again, and then he also froze in place and couldn't move.
Cheng Yu stared closely at the statue of the butcher Wujun, his brows furrowing more and more.
He had seen what had just happened. At first, the statue had a slight smile on its face, but when Old Huangtou was explaining to the temple blessings around him, he clearly felt the Wu Jun token in his lapel tremble a few more times.
Immediately afterwards, the expression of the three- to four-foot-tall statue began to slowly change, a fierce look gradually appeared on its face, and at the same time, the corners of its mouth drooped little by little.
"Old Huangtou, you must be dim-sighted. Master Tu, are you laughing... aren't you crying?"
"I...I just did, alas! Maybe Shasha squinted and saw wrongly..."
Old Huangtou rubbed his eyes while stuttering and explaining.
Cheng Yu, who was behind them, looked at the tall broken-arm statue in front of him and sighed softly in his heart.