Everyone looked at the Taoist priest and then at Zhang Boyin.
"What if... her child is the source of all this?"
I don't know whether it was because of the wind blowing in from the window or something else, but Zhang Boyin's clothes seemed to tremble.
"Do you still remember the Eight Immortals Village?" The Taoist priest's eyes were locked on Zhang Boyin.
The others exchanged looks, "Of course I remember, that's where we met Zhang Boyin."
"Then you should still remember Zhao Wansheng's world," the Taoist priest said again.
How could you forget something like this?
After listening to the Taoist priest's words, the fool Pluto thought for a few seconds and showed an expression of understanding, "I remember you told us that you met the fourth personality of Wan Sheng."
"Yes," that's what the Taoist Master wanted to say. "That personality says he is Huolian, the mountain god on Huolian Mountain."
"Didn't that personality say that he was also possessed by Zhang Boyin?" Qin Yin asked, "What's going on? Is the one on Zhang Boyin's body a fire lotus, or is it her child?"
The Taoist Master raised his head slightly and said, "It's the Fire Lotus."
Everyone took half a step back, especially Luo Jiutian.
Xiaolan was confused, "Where is Huolian's child?"
"That child is the Fire Lotus," the Taoist Master said seriously, "There has always been only one true Fire Lotus."
Zhang Boyin's head seemed to move, and Xiaolan's muscles all over his body became numb for a moment. The silent and brilliant sunset cast the evening light into the wooden house, and Zhang Boyin's slender and weird shadow appeared on the ground. Xiaolan looked at the shadow, and suddenly
It felt like there was a mocking smile on it.
"Taoist Master..." Qin Yin's voice was hoarse, "I'm really confused..."
The Taoist priest's pupils were slightly dilated, with a firm light shining in the dark pupils.
The conversation with the fourth personality reappeared in his mind, sentence by sentence.
"I am Huolian, do you still remember me?"
"That incinerator is just their way of worshiping me. Fire Lotus is the name of that mountain, and I am the god of Fire Lotus Mountain. I am Fire Lotus."
"It was you who made you hear those things. They were your deepest secrets. Of course, I heard them too."
"Those who were born on Fire Lotus Mountain are all my descendants, and the people in Lianshui Village are all my descendants. I exist in each of them."
"Of course, what you see now is only a small part of me. The other part is in the person who went out."
The Taoist priest recited word for word what that personality had said.
Everyone's faces turned a little pale.
"Do you understand?" the Taoist Master said, "The real Fire Lotus has been entrenched on this mountain for an unknown period of time. How could it be that young woman? That woman's name is not Fire Lotus at all..."
That's right.
Xiaolan murmured, "Her name is Lian..."
The name on the jade pendant, the name on the stone tablet.
lotus.
This is her name.
"When I was in the village, I kept thinking that the crematorium had already appeared before Huolian was born, so what exactly is this so-called big altar used to worship?" The Taoist priest's words were like a dam bursting.
The river water poured into their ears in waves, "I actually forgot what the fourth personality said, what this big altar worships is the real Fire Lotus Mountain God, the real Fire Lotus!"
The words fell.
Everything is quiet.
The Taoist Master gasped, and everyone's breathing quickened with him.
"So, the real Fire Lotus has always been with Zhang Boyin," Baomu's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "and we brought him back..."
They took the evil god who wanted to come home and brought him back to his lair.
Oh my god...
"Why are you still standing there? While his consciousness is still in Panlong Pond, let's deal with him quickly..."
"laugh……"
Zhang Boyin let out a contemptuous laugh in response to Qin Yin's words.
He started to move.
The Taoist Master stopped everyone behind him, and everyone stared at Zhang Boyin who slowly raised his head with wide eyes.
Bang... Bang...
The back of Zhang Boyin's neck made a crisp sound of bones rubbing together, as if a hand was lifting his head from behind.
There was no scary expression as expected, Zhang Boyin was still expressionless, even a little confused.
He opened his eyes and looked around.
"This is impossible..." Luo Jiutian said, "If he is really possessed by Zhang Boyin, then their consciousness should be sealed in my Panlong Pond."
Now, what's going on?
Zhang Boyin's dull eyes continued to scan around them, and finally settled on Xiaolan.
Xiaolan was sandwiched between Qin Yin and Taoist Master.
Qin Yin noticed Zhang Boyin's gaze, and her original fear suddenly turned into anger. She stood directly in front of Xiaolan and shouted rudely, "What do you want to do?"
Zhang Boyin did not speak, but moved his legs and took a difficult step forward.
The reason why it is said to be a "difficult" step is because at this time, Zhang Boyin was like a doll controlled by several long strings, and his movements and expressions were very stiff and stiff.
"You..." A gloomy and terrifying sound came from his throat, but the source of the sound did not seem to be his mouth.
He moved closer, and everyone stepped back a little.
It wasn't until Mr. Shen at the back had no way to retreat that they stood still and mustered up the courage to face the weird Zhang Boyin.
"He doesn't seem to have fully recovered his strength yet," Luo Jiutian whispered in the Taoist Master's ear, "How about we give it a try and see if we can deal with him?"
It's possible, but it takes courage.
As the only available long-range attack player, Daozhang shouldered this responsibility.
He took out a talisman from his pocket, muttered something in his mouth, and threw the talisman violently.
The talisman flew through the air quickly and just happened to stick to Zhang Boyin's neck.
Zhang Boyin seemed to have been punched by a huge force, and flew off the ground suddenly, landing behind the coffin with a thud.
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
So weak?
This surprised them more than the so-called truth.
When they were shocked, there was another rustling sound behind the coffin. Zhang Boyin should have gotten up. The next second, there was a snap, and a pale hand was placed on the edge of the coffin.
Everyone's expressions changed immediately.
"Ask the spirit!"
The hand groped forward a few times, and then clamped firmly on Wen Ling's ankle.
The crowd swarmed forward, picked up the mourning spirit on the coffin, and started sawing with that hand.
Unexpectedly, the power of that hand was actually stronger than a group of them.
Wen Ling's upper body was in their hands, and his legs were hanging down beside the coffin. After a stalemate for a while, Zhang Boyin's face appeared at Wen Ling's feet.