Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 631 Paper Man 20
"what--"

The two guards in black robes let out a shrill scream.

The raging flames burning in their eyes caused them immense pain.

The two reacted very quickly, immediately forming hand seals and chanting incantations to extinguish the strange flames in their eye sockets with witchcraft.

However, they soon discovered to their horror that it simply didn't work.

The strange flames that appeared in the eye sockets were not only violent and pure, but also contained a powerful and highly polluting force!

Their witchcraft not only failed to extinguish the strange flames, but also ignited the witchcraft energy!

Furthermore, once the witch's energy is ignited, the fire will even travel along the meridians and energy channels, burning into their dantian (energy center).

Once their Qi Sea is ignited, not only will their cultivation be destroyed in an instant, but their physical body and soul will also be detonated!
The two guards in black robes were shocked and hurriedly stopped the sorcery, dispelling the magical energy. They exclaimed in alarm, "What kind of strange magic is this?!"

At the same time, they didn't forget to shout at the people from the Witch Temple beside them: "How dare you ambush and attack the Black-Clad Guards! Do you want to rebel?"

The shaman was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that his face turned green. When questioned, he hurriedly defended himself, saying, "Your Excellency, please understand, this really has nothing to do with us!"

Whether out of desperation or not, the shaman instinctively rushed forward to help the two guards in black robes extinguish the strange flames burning in their eye sockets.

Fortunately, the disciple beside him reacted quickly, grabbed him, and dragged him away with all his might.

"Master, don't go over there!"

"That strange fire is so powerful that even the Black-Clad Guards can't put it out. What are you trying to prove? Don't get yourself killed!"

"Let me go, let me go!"

The shaman kept chanting, but his actions betrayed his true intentions—with his cultivation level, if he really wanted to struggle, these disciples wouldn't be able to hold him back at all.

While feigning an effort to struggle, the shaman didn't forget to give the order: "Water! Quickly, go and fetch some water!"

There is a well in the courtyard of the shaman temple.

Immediately, a disciple rushed to the well, picked up a bucket, and poured the water inside onto the two guards in black robes.

However, the true fire of the sun burning in the eyes of the two guards in black robes was not afraid of ordinary well water at all. Instead, the disciple who wanted to make a name for himself was repaid with ingratitude by the guards in black robes and became their scapegoat.

Although the two guards in black robes had their eyes burned out, they managed to pinpoint their target by observing the direction from which the well water was being splashed and by the disciple's loud shouts.

They simultaneously made hand seals and chanted incantations, biting their tongues and spitting out two streams of blood, while shouting, "Substitute Plum for Peach!"

The blood, like arrows, instantly struck the bucket-carrying disciple, transforming into two curse runes.

Before the disciple carrying the bucket could react, two blazing flames suddenly shot out from his eye sockets.

His cultivation was far inferior to that of the Xuanyi Guards, and he was unable to suppress the fire at all. In an instant, he was engulfed by the True Fire of the Sun and became a man of fire.

The shaman and his other disciples were so frightened by this scene that they quickly distanced themselves from the bucket-carrying disciple, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

In contrast, the flames in the eyes of the two guards in black robes vanished at that moment.

They used the method of "substituting one thing for another" to transfer the curses and harms they suffered to others.

The shaman was filled with fear and relief, and even more so because he hadn't actually pounced on her earlier; otherwise, he would have been the one to be "substituted" by the Black-Clad Guards.

"Master, save...save me..."

The disciple, transformed into a human torch, didn't even have the strength to struggle and was immediately burned to the ground.

He tried his best, but all he could do was reach out his trembling hand to the shaman and plead for help in a pitiful voice.

The shaman didn't know how to save him, nor dared to, and could only plead pitifully with the two guards in black robes: "My lords, he is innocent..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted coldly by two guards in black robes.

"It is his honor to die in place of our Black-Clad Guards!"

"Innocent? Hmph, I haven't even settled accounts with you yet! What was that strange paper figure all about?!"

At this moment, although the blazing fire in the eyes of the two guards was gone, the burns they had sustained showed no improvement whatsoever.

Their eyeballs were completely burned away, leaving only bare, acrid-smelling skeletons of flesh.

Although the two guards in black robes used witchcraft and medicine, it was all ineffective.

The places damaged by the sun's true fire are beyond their ability to repair.

Even with witchcraft and elixirs that can regenerate severed limbs, it is impossible to make eyeballs grow back.

At the same time, the shaman saw that his disciple, who had become a human torch, was no longer struggling, and knew that the disciple could not be saved.

Now, all he can do is try to defend the living to avoid being blamed by the Black-Clad Guards and accused of colluding with spies and plotting a rebellion.

"My lords, we truly have no idea where the paper figures came from... We have always held the Black-Clad Guards in the highest esteem and would never dare to offend them, let alone attempt to kill them?"

Although the eyes of the two guards in black robes could not be cured, as the burning pain subsided after the True Fire of the Sun was transferred away, they regained their composure.

They had no doubts about what the shaman said.

That paper figure certainly couldn't possibly be related to those cowards.

If they had such abilities, why would they be stuck in this small county town, working as minor shamans and clerks?
It must have been that traitor posing as a member of the Black-Clad Guard who hid it!
That fellow was not only cunning, but also extremely despicable; he actually hid paper figures to plot against them!
Unfortunately, the people in the temple were all useless. Not only did they fail to see through the spy's identity, but they also allowed the paper figures left behind by the spy to ambush them!

Thinking of this, the two guards in black robes coldly shouted, "Although the paper figure has nothing to do with you, you are still guilty for failing to identify it in time!"

As they convicted him, they also felt a secret sense of relief. Thankfully, the spy had only hidden a paper effigy there.

If they had hidden a few more, the two of them might have actually died here!
They were, after all, members of the Black-Clad Guards. If they were to die at the hands of paper figures, they would lose face big time!

Just then, he suddenly heard the exclamations of the shaman and others:
"careful!"

"here we go again!"

Almost at the same instant, the two guards in black also sensed something rushing towards them.

Paper figures too?!
And there’s more than one!
Damn it, just what I feared most has come to pass!
The two guards in black robes were shocked and immediately began to cast spells, gathering water vapor to bombard the paper figure.

But this time, the paper figure that appeared was different from before.

What erupted from it was not the scorching fire of the sun.

It is the energy of wood and earth!

The water-based sorcery cast by the two black-clad guards was directly absorbed by the wood energy, which amplified its power!
In an instant, a surge of wood energy enveloped the surroundings.

The flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard of the witch temple began to grow wildly.

The branches, like a mountain of knives and a forest of spears, pierced towards the two guards in black robes.

Countless leaves, stimulated by the wood energy, transformed into a rain of arrows, shooting towards the two.

Although the two guards in black robes reacted quickly and used their magical artifacts to cast spells, they barely managed to block the attack.

But beneath their feet, the soil silently rolled up, not only locking their feet but also turning into stone pillars that pierced straight into their groins.

"what--"

The groins of the two guards in black robes were immediately pierced by the stone pillars.

Just as they were in a flurry of activity, the paper figures hidden behind the attack pounced on them, clinging tightly to their bodies before exploding with a bang.

The true fire of the sun instantly enveloped the two of them.

Under the influence of the wood element, it burned even more fiercely and intensely than before!
The two guards in black robes screamed in agony again and attempted to use the "substitution" technique once more.

Upon seeing this, the shaman and his disciples did not hesitate for a moment; they immediately turned around and fled at their fastest speed.

They were terrified that if they ran too slowly, they would become scapegoats. However, this time, the two guards in black robes failed to use the "substitute one for another" technique.

The soil that swept up from the ground had sealed their bodies, preventing them from making hand gestures or chanting incantations.

At the same time, the branches, spears, leaves, and arrows drawn by the wood energy pierced their bodies, sealing their acupoints and meridians, disrupting the flow of their witchcraft, let alone enabling them to use the "substituting one thing for another" witchcraft.

Soon, the two Xuan-yi guards, both with the cultivation level of the eighth grade of the Zhou Tian Realm, were burned to ashes by the True Fire of the Sun, and their souls were also burned away.

Once the fire was extinguished, the shaman and his apprentices cautiously returned.

No one dared to approach; they just watched from afar, fearing that there might still be embers in the ashes.

This fire could burn even the Black-Clad Guards to ashes, so burning them would be a piece of cake.
A disciple asked in a trembling voice, "Master, the Black-Clad Guards have died in our Witch Temple, what should we do..."

"How about we pretend we don't know anything about this?"

One of the disciples suggested, "Even if someone asks us in the future, we'll say we don't know! The world is in chaos these days, it's not surprising that the Black-Clad Guards died outside..."

The disciples echoed in unison:
"Yes, yes, just pretend you don't know!"

"As long as these two guards in black don't die here, we'll be fine!"

Unlike his disciples, the shaman was clearly aware of the methods of the Black Guards and the Discipline Black Shamans.

He shook his head, his face contorted with grief, and said, "It won't work. The Black-Clad Guards and the Disciplined Black Witches have plenty of ways to detect lies; lying will only make our sins worse!"

"What should we do then? Abandon our posts and flee for our lives?"

"Escape is impossible. Even if we flee to the ends of the earth, they will catch up with us. The only option now is to report honestly! Our cultivation is limited, so it's understandable that we couldn't save the Black-Clad Guards..."

The shaman did not dare to delay and quickly reported the matter.

At the same time, Shang Lu, who had long since left this place, also learned of this matter.

Even those paper figures were controlled by him.

Long ago, pokeweed discovered that divine power could be left on paper figures.

He once used this move to cause many people with higher cultivation levels to suffer losses.

This time, while practicing the Dongjun and Shangui Nuo masks, Shang Lu was pleasantly surprised to find that, perhaps because of his improved cultivation, he could not only leave his divine power on the paper figures, but also use his brush and painting skills to seal his supernatural powers into the paper figures in the form of incantations.

And so this scene unfolded in the temple of witches.

The pokeweed was very satisfied with the results.

Although it was an opportunity for a sneak attack and the two guards in black robes were careless, the fact that they could kill two wizards at the Zhou Tian Realm with just a few paper figures was enough to satisfy Shang Lu.

Although this move consumes a lot of divine power.

But pokeweed has a way to obtain divine power, so there's no need to worry about it.

After verifying the power of the paper figures, Shang Lu immediately decided to make more paper figures during his journey, just in case.

Unlike Shang Lu's delight, Wu Zhu and his apprentices waited anxiously for the investigators to arrive.

It wasn't the Black-Clad Guards who arrived, but several Disciplined Black Witches exuding a chilling aura.

Upon seeing the Discipline Black Witch, shrouded in a black robe and adorned with various eerie magical artifacts and remnants of spirits, not only his disciples but even the shaman was too terrified to utter a sound.

These Disciplined Black Witches all wore masks.

Unlike Nuo masks, these masks lack divinity and exude an eerie and sinister aura.

After the Disciplined Black Shaman arrived at the temple, some searched around for any remaining traces of his presence, while others interrogated the shaman and others in a cold, emotionless voice.

"How did the two Black-Clad Guards die?"

Before the shaman could speak, the black shaman raised his right hand, and an ant-like maggot bit through his palm and crawled out—the maggot's hindquarters were as fat as a maggot.

The shaman's expression changed instantly; he realized something was wrong and hurriedly shut his mouth, but it was no use.

His mouth was completely out of his control, opening on its own, allowing the fat witch doctor to crawl inside.

After the witchcraft was administered, every word the shaman spoke was the truth. He recounted everything, from how Shang Lu impersonated a Xuan Yi Wei to how the two Xuan Yi Wei were killed by the paper dolls.

The disciples standing nearby felt a chill run down their spines and broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, they didn't lie before, otherwise the crime would have been much greater.

After listening to the shaman's explanation, the black shaman immediately made a judgment.

"The thief is skilled with words... he must be one of the thieves who stirred up chaos in the capital before!"

"If this rat had remained hidden, we would have had a hard time finding him. I never expected him to come out on his own... Ha, he's courting death!"

"Jiang State? No! He couldn't possibly be going to Jiang State! Who would reveal their true destination to the enemy? Jiang State must be a decoy; he wants to lure us in the wrong direction! His real destination is definitely in the north! It's Deng State!"

"War is about to break out in Deng State. If he infiltrates Deng State, he can take advantage of the chaos to escape!"

"We must also be wary of the Jiang Kingdom... and send orders to the border to strictly check all those passing through, especially those carrying the banner of the Black-Clad Guards. Make sure to check their Black-Clad Guard tokens!"

Several disciplined black witches made a judgment in an instant.

While sending messages and making arrangements, they immediately set off towards the State of Deng to intercept Shang Lu and capture him alive—King Chu had issued a strict order that these traitors who had disturbed the capital must be captured alive!

He wants to use these people to make medicine and practice his skills!
Seeing the Discipline Black Witch leave, the shaman and his disciples all breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter was over.

However, one of the apprentices soon remembered something.

“Master, those black witches who fed you the sorcery haven’t been removed yet.”

The shaman's face instantly turned ugly.

However, before he could figure out what to do, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Something is gnawing at his internal organs!

He tried to call for help, but couldn't speak. His body swayed and he fell straight to the ground.

"Master!"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The apprentices were shocked and hurriedly surrounded the shaman, only to hear a dense series of soft "poof poof poof" sounds.

It felt like something was gnawing at my flesh.

The disciples reacted quickly, immediately thinking of the strange-looking witchcraft, and hurriedly tried to jump away.

But it was too late.

The shaman's clothes were instantly torn apart, and his disciples were horrified to see that a hole had been bitten through his stomach.

However, no blood flowed out.

Because inside the hole, there were countless ants-like sorcerers.

It was that mother Gu that multiplied in such a short time!
"Swish swish swish——"

Upon seeing the crowd, these sorcerers, their blood-soaked bodies spreading their wings, flew out from the sorcerer's stomach and pounced on the disciples who couldn't dodge in time.

In an instant, screams echoed throughout the temple.

The Discipline Black Witches never intended to let them go from the very beginning!

(End of this chapter)