Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

"Master Dao, let's become immortal together~~"

The lascivious music echoed in the hall with carved beams and painted buildings, where candlelight flickered dimly. Chen Yuan was in a trance, and before his eyes there were strange swaying figures with fanatical faces, kneeling devoutly in front of the statue in the hall.

This is?

Where?

With a dry mouth and tongue, Chen Yuan twisted his stiff neck and looked around the hall. The most eye-catching thing in the whole hall was undoubtedly the statue in the center, which was filled with fragrance, had a solemn appearance, and a kind face.

The statue has compassion in its eyes.

Quietly looking down at the people below.

"Master Dao, let's become immortal together~"

The pious voice led Chen Yuan to look down at the hall. In the center of the crowd, where everyone was kneeling devoutly, stood a man wearing a simple Taoist robe. He had a stern face, a few white hair draped over his shoulders, and a bun on his head.

Hold three incense sticks in your hand.

He was muttering obscure Taoist texts.

"Wuwei, why are you standing there? Come in and burn incense for your master." The old Taoist priest suddenly turned around, looking outside the hall with burning eyes. His voice resounded through Chen Yuan's mind like thunder, and immediately scared Chen Yuan so much that he trembled all over.

Are you calling him!?

His... name is Wuwei!

cross!

hiss~!

Chen Yuan covered his head, feeling that it was about to split open, as if a dry hand was stirring around in his brain, and his brains were about to shake out!

Followed by.

A fragment of memory that did not belong to him.

Madness flooded into my mind.

Taoist Wuwei, whose common name is Chen Yuan, is a young Taoist priest in Qingyuan Temple. As for the old Taoist priest standing in front of the hall with burning incense in his hand and surrounded by smoke, he is his master, Taoist Qingjing.

The Pure Taoist is mysterious and unpredictable.

Taoist Wuwei knew very little about his master, but he had the impression that the master was good to him and adopted him since he was a child. Although he was weak, the master still loved him very much.

The headache gradually eased.

Chen Yuan subconsciously moved his feet and stepped over the threshold that was as high as his calf. The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably as he walked into the hall. Fanatical eyes were staring at him fiercely. In a trance, he looked up and saw the face of the statue that was looming in the smoke and gradually changed its appearance.

Come to the side of the Pure Taoist.

Not daring to make any rash moves, or perhaps still in a state of confusion, Chen Yuan took the three incense sticks with both hands, and the lascivious sound in his ears started again.

"Little Taoist priest, you are about to become an immortal~"

"Good disciple, burn incense~"

Taoist Qingjing reached out and patted Chen Yuan's head three times, his hair was disheveled and his face was pale. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked like a kind-hearted master.

Chen Yuan smoked the cigarette.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the solemn Dharma image.

In a trance.

The immortal's originally solemn and dignified image began to wriggle and twist in the midst of the fragrant smoke, and black tentacles swarmed out from all over the body!

Blood covered the entire statue.

Especially that face.

It looks more like a pile of rotten flesh and blood.

Layer upon layer of greasy stuff piles up, squeezing out disgusting fat!

Chen Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Become an immortal~"

The harsh and creepy music never stops.

Chen Yuan's body stiffened. He slowly turned his neck and looked at the Taoist Qingjing beside him. Under that kind face, three hideous and terrifying shadows overlapped, grinning and making a creepy and suffocating laugh.

"My dear disciple! Come back!"

"Finally back!"

calm.

Be sure to calm down!

Absolutely no flaws can be revealed.

Then, Chen Yuan held up three incense sticks and said loudly,

"Become an immortal~"

Everyone shouted in unison and bowed devoutly again.

He inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, endured the churning in his stomach, and looked up again. The flesh and blood statue made of piled flesh and tentacles seemed to have returned to its original state in a trance.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath.

But he became more alert, the crisis was getting worse, and he screamed madly in his heart.

"They're all fake! These aren't statues of gods at all! They're all man-eating evil spirits!"

"This place... is a man-eating den!"

Taoist Qingjing glanced coldly at Chen Yuan, who was kneeling down in front of the statue with his hands clasped together and a pious face. Then he turned around, opened his arms, showing his mouth full of yellow teeth, and shouted loudly,

"Good disciple, open the furnace and make the elixir!"

Chen Yuan stood up stiffly.

Following Xingdian's memory, he walked to the side of the statue in the main hall and lifted the silk curtain covering the alchemy furnace, revealing an ancient three-legged bronze furnace with magical patterns carved on the outer wall. The lid of the furnace was tightly closed, and firewood was piled under the furnace.

Alchemy furnace.

In Chen Yuan’s memory.

This bronze alchemy furnace is specially used by Taoist Qingjing to refine elixirs. However, no one has ever seen Taoist Qingjing refining elixirs before. But today... it seems that he is going to make an exception?

Chen Yuan felt vaguely uneasy.

This evil spirit!

What on earth do you want to do?!

"Turn on the furnace!"

The believers worshiped devoutly again, their fiery eyes fixed on the cauldron. There was a strange heat in their eyes that was totally out of control, and the corners of their mouths were twisted into a grin, as if they were drugged.

Chen Yuan grabbed the stove cover with both hands.

Give it a hard push.

Clang~

The lid of the furnace opened with a sound, and from the furnace, a smoke accumulated over the years mixed with the fragrance of elixir diffused out, blending with the incense in the hall, making people feel excited.

However, Chen Yuan did not dare to slack off at all.

Although all the weird things before his eyes dissipated like illusory bubbles and everything returned to calm, a weird image appeared before his eyes just after he crossed over. He would not believe that the master and the statue in front of him were all good!

this world.

It's obviously abnormal!

"My dear disciple, step aside. I am going to make the elixir."

Chen Yuan lowered his head and quietly retreated behind the crowd, like an obedient little Taoist boy, not daring to disobey. He glanced at the people in front of him with a tense expression.

The Pure Taoist remained silent.

"Master Qingjing, let's... begin!"

"Hey! Let's make the elixir!"

After shouting loudly, Taoist Qingjing pointed his finger, and the firewood under the furnace ignited fiercely, and the raging flames enveloped the entire furnace.

Chen Mo was puzzled.

Alchemy?

What about the material?

The next second, he understood.

Rows of kneeling believers rushed towards the cauldron like crazy, and then jumped into the wide cauldron like dumplings. In the blink of an eye, the entire cauldron, with pairs of feet exposed outside, shook wildly with excited shouts!

"Master Dao, let's become immortals together~"

Wow!

Chen Yuan felt a sudden chill on the soles of his feet, and he caught a glimpse of the strange scene with his peripheral vision. The crackling sound of flesh and blood melting came one after another, and pairs of legs swaying in joy gradually fell down, but there was no sign of struggle at all!

This group of people,

It's really crazy and weird!

Taoist Qingjing strode to the front of the furnace, grasped the lid with one hand, looked at the curling green smoke rising from the furnace with a smile on his face, took a deep breath of the fragrance, then closed the lid, closed his eyes, and recited the obscure and strange Taoist text again.

In a trance.

Chen Yuan once again saw the three creepy shadows intertwined together, surrounding the Taoist Qingjing and emitting a shrill, creepy laugh.

The scene is weird.

Chen Yuan's body had already stiffened.

Must escape!

Every second he stayed would roast him in the flames.

It can become the material for Taoist Qingjing’s alchemy at any time!

Before this.

He had to stay calm and not show any sign of abnormality.

"My dear disciple, does this pill smell good?"

"fragrant!"

"Haha, learn well. This alchemy technique of yours is just the tip of the iceberg. Once this furnace of pills is refined, I will teach you the art of alchemy and talisman making!"

Taoist Qingjing grinned, and the three creepy and terrifying shadows laughed even more happily. The laughter and the crackling sound of burning flesh and blood intertwined together, forming an extremely weird picture.

Chen Yuan bowed,

"Thank you Master!"

...

outside the window.

A pair of gloomy eyes with constricted pupils stared intently at the hall filled with fragrance and smoke. His throat moved with difficulty and he murmured in fear.

"I killed my junior brother with my own hands, so who is standing here?!"