Volume 1: Zhao Shanhe Chapter 7 The Beginning of the Weird
"What are you planning on doing? Where have the practicing sects here gone?"
Ji Yuan sat in front of the wooden table, supporting his chin with one hand, staring at the burning oil lamp in front of him, and murmuring to himself at the same time.
Originally, he was worried about colliding directly with the ghosts here, but the other party's attack made him a little uncomfortable. After pondering for half an hour, he even had the idea of breaking the pot.
The worst thing is to go directly to him. As for whether it will be life or death in the end, whether Ji Yuan will kill the demon tonight, or whether he will become the opponent's delicacy, that can only be known by doing it in his own hands.
But when he thought of the sect that originally practiced here, the young man gave up his thoughts.
The sect that originally practiced here was called "Mingyue Guan". Within the 300-mile radius of Qianyu City, it was somewhat famous. Although it was also a branch of the Taoist sect, it practiced the more partial Yinhan sect.
Kung Fu.
The sect is not very prosperous, with only about twenty people in total, but perhaps it is because of the good Guan Nei skills, or it may be because it occupies a geomantic treasure land, so in terms of strength, it can also be in Qianyu City.
The land boundary is discharged into the middle and lower reaches.
If Ji Yuan remembers correctly, the master of Mingyue Temple is a Qi practitioner who has entered the second level of spiritual practice and developed magical power. He is holding the powerful magic weapon "Han Yueshuo" inherited by the sect.
In addition to this temple leader, there are two elders of the sect who are also monks with magical powers. Although the magical weapons in their hands are of low grade, they are far superior to ordinary weapons.
As for the other disciples in Mingyue Temple, the weakest ones are in the early and middle stages of enlightenment, and several are in the late stages of enlightenment, and are somewhat famous within a few hundred miles.
Such a cultivation sect, which is not weak in strength, has disappeared without a trace, and the place of cultivation has been occupied by a group of sinister ghosts. No matter how you think about it, this matter is weird.
And this was one of the main reasons why Ji Yuan didn't lift the table directly. His entire sect had quietly disappeared. How could he, a young Taoist priest who had just entered the spiritual path, challenge him?
"But it's not a problem to just stay like this!"
The young man sighed in distress, he couldn't keep spending time with the other person all day long, right?
Let's not talk about whether the ghosts here will stay dormant after daylight. I just want to say that if we get along with each other, he will definitely clean up the uninvited guests on his property before dawn.
In this case, although the night is long, the time may not be enough.
'Boom, boom, boom.'
Just as he was thinking of a way to break the situation, there was a sudden knock on the door. Ji Yuan's expression immediately changed, and he even put one hand directly into his sleeve.
After all, he is still a monk. Although he has not yet developed magic power, his body is much stronger than ordinary people. Although he was distracted thinking about things before, he should not have had anyone come outside the door.
aware.
While feeling frightened in his heart, he quickly looked towards the door, but except for the moonlight, there was no light at all outside the room, which was not enough to reflect the shadow of the incoming person on the door.
"who?"
When the knock on the door rang again, Ji Yuan spoke in a deep voice.
"Ji Yuan? Fellow Daoist Ji?"
After a few breaths, a young voice came from outside the door, and it was not difficult to hear the joy in his tone.
Listening to the familiar voice in his ears, a figure suddenly appeared in Ji Yuan's mind. It was a friend he had met in Qianyu City, a young Taoist who was only a few years older than him.
"River Song!"
He quickly stood up from the table, walked quickly to the door, and reached out to open the door.
But at the same time, he already held more than a dozen attack talismans in his other hand. If something went wrong and his familiar friend was not at the door, he would immediately throw out the talismans and give the opponent a head-on blow.
Fortunately, when the door opened, the figure that appeared was indeed someone he knew, the young Taoist Song He who was born in Mingyue Temple.
But even though he saw it with his own eyes, he still did not relax his vigilance. The left hand hidden behind his back still held a large number of talismans, ready to throw them at the opponent's face at any time.
Song He seemed to have figured out the little Taoist priest's thoughts, but he didn't reveal it. His eyes circled around his good friend, and then he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Song He, what are you doing?"
Ji Yuan frowned slightly, looking at his friend whose Taoist robe was torn and covered in blood, he had some guesses in his mind.
Hearing this, the young Taoist shook his head and didn't say anything. He just glanced into the room a few times and motioned to go inside first.
Squeak!
After closing the door, Song He turned around suddenly and said with bloodshot eyes: "Why did you come here? You shouldn't have come in!"
The young man was startled at first, but when he saw that the opponent did not pounce, he quietly put down his raised left hand and almost threw the talisman away.
At the same time, he also understood the meaning of Song He's words, but there were some things that he didn't have to do if he didn't want to do them. In that situation, if he had not set foot on that path, he believed that there would be many people in the mansion.
The ghost will definitely attack it directly.
"You are as cautious as ever."
Glancing at the talisman in his hand, Song He nodded slightly, feeling relieved a little.
"What happened here? Why did a beautiful view of the bright moon turn into a mansion in the mountains?"
While Ji Yuan asked, he took out the water bag from his baggage and handed it to the young Taoist whose lips were already chapped.
Although there was a kettle in the house, he did not dare to eat anything here rashly, otherwise he would be drugged or plotted without knowing it.
"I don't know either……"
Song He drank more than half of the water bag in one breath, and murmured with fear in his eyes: "It changed like this overnight. The original Taoist temple disappeared and turned into a vast mansion. There were even trees around it.
After leaving a large bamboo forest, mass graves appeared out of thin air even on the path leading out of the mountain!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the fear in his eyes became more and more intense. Even the veins on his forehead popped out, and the palms holding the water bag were trembling.
During Song He's narration, Ji Yuan gradually understood what happened in the past few days.
Just five nights ago, the entire Luohun Slope suddenly shook. Everyone in Mingyue Temple walked out of the room one after another, but before they could go to investigate, the shaking had subsided.
But at the same time, a large amount of Yin Qi emerged from the ground. The quantity and purity were far beyond what they usually saw, and a mansion covering an extremely large area also replaced the original Taoist temple at this time.
"When something goes wrong, there must be a demon. The master wanted to take us out of the mansion first, but we were attacked by countless ghosts."
Song He said with red eyes: "In order to rush out of the mansion, the temple master and an elder were killed by a powerful ghost, and half of the disciples were eaten by countless ghosts!"
At the cost of heavy casualties, the only remaining elder and half of his disciples finally rushed out of the mansion. However, when passing through the bamboo forest outside, something strange appeared again.
Countless yellow-green bamboos seemed to be alive. They moved quickly suddenly, blocking the way of Mingyue spectators. The falling bamboo leaves were like sharp swords, which could be cut on people by just swiping them.
Leave bloodstains.
In addition, the bamboo branches kept thrusting out, and the strength even exceeded the power of the late enlightenment.
When Song He and the others finally broke out of the bamboo forest, only four or five of the remaining half of the disciples were left. As for the other elder in the temple, he had been pierced by more than a dozen bamboos, draining all his blood and mana.
"We finally encountered the red and pink skeleton in the mass grave!"
Until this moment, the fear in Song He's heart reached its peak, and the pressure caused two lines of tears to fall from the corners of his eyes.
He stared at the roof with dull eyes and murmured: "You can't imagine how terrifying that ghost is. Just a look made several senior brothers lose their minds and kill each other. If the viewer hadn't died,
The 'Han Yue Shuttle' that was handed over to me sent a burst of icy air at the critical moment. I am afraid that I have died under the sword of a certain senior brother..." This chapter has been completed!