Daoist, I am not fragrant!

Why is Miao Zun here?

At first, when Zhong Tang heard that Abanger had another group of Taoists besides Yuanchu Daoist, he also subconsciously wondered if they were from Taiyuan.

But at that time, he felt that no matter how much Taiyuan liked to fight against Jinwu, it really had nothing to do with it, so he didn't continue thinking about it.

And now-

Could it be that Taiyuan really did what happened back then?

Not far away, the drunken man had already been helped up by Abang Er, and Miao Zun's face was blocked again.Zhong Tang began to recall what Li Bizhi had said to him before.

Miaozun's master is Master Fengkong, and the disciples under Fengkong's sect disappeared overnight...

Now that I think about it, the so-called "overnight" is vague enough. When and where she disappeared are all hidden.

Could it be that the mystery in Taiyuan is actually related to this small city in the Xili Desert?

Since it was said that he did not enter the basement until nightfall, Miao Zun and Abang Er briefly chatted, then took their leave and left.

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi waited for him to go far away before going up to Abang Er to ask about Miaozun's master and apprentice. Unfortunately, the people from Taiyuan obviously came prepared and did not leave many useful clues.

And so, amidst all the mysteries, the night soon came.

After the three of them discussed it, they still decided to walk again in the illusion, according to what happened that year, to see if they could find more clues, and then try to find a way to follow up when everyone in Taiyuan enters the basement.

A curved crescent moon rises from the east and hangs in the dark and vast night sky of the desert.

After learning that those Taoist priests who came from Dachong were going to enter the basement tonight, kind and simple people in the city took to the streets to see them off.

According to the usual customs, they took out the black wine bowls they used to get wine in the daytime, put a piece of grass thread in it as a core, lit clusters of flames and held them in their hands.

From the inside of the city to the outside of the city, a long string of lights was gathered to guide the Taoist priests who were about to help them out.

Abanger, as "Hulesa", was naturally going to appear. Holding a small sheepskin lamp in his hand, he waited at the gate of the city early, staring at the lights in front of him with ecstasy.

Li Bizhi and Zhong Tang also imitated the movements of the people in the city, continued to play their roles, and stood in the crowd holding a black bowl.

Although he deliberately restrained himself, Zhong Tang couldn't help but look at the crowd around him.

The eyes of those who drank and danced with him during the day were still full of hope at this moment.

They expect that the Taoists from Da Chong will bring this small city out of desperation.They don't have to worry about the misfortunes and evils any more, and they will soon return to their familiar homeland and start a better life.

They had no idea what kind of suffering and despair these people in front of them would bring them.

Zhong Tang's heart was suddenly depressed, and he suddenly had an idea, if he rushed forward to tell the truth at this time, would it be possible to shatter the dreams of these city people?Can it change the coming tragedy?

His hand was suddenly held by Li Bizhi, Zhong Tang raised his head in a daze, and looked at Li Bizhi in the crowd. After the emotional surge, only a deep sense of powerlessness remained.

Yes, he can't do anything.

All this is not the past time, but the phantom of the past.

At this moment, the people in the city suddenly cheered in low voices again, Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi turned their heads to look, and saw six Taoist priests in Tibetan robes walking slowly.

Among these Taoists, the leader is a white-haired old man. Although Zhong Tang has never met him before, according to speculation, this should be Miao Zun's master, the former master of Taiyuan Temple, Fengkong Zhenren.

Behind Feng Kong, five disciples, male and female, followed, and the Miao Zun whom he had seen during the day was among them.

They walked through the crowd holding black bowls of flames, and walked towards Abanger who was holding on to the sheepskin lamp by the city gate. They all looked kind and friendly, making people unable to guard against it.

Abang Er held the sheepskin lamp tightly in his hand. He tried his best to express his gratitude and walked towards the Taoists of Taiyuan Temple. On the tip of the knife, there was blood that no one could see.

The crowd was so bustling that Zhong Tang could barely hear what Abang Er, Feng Kong and the others said, and then they turned around and walked out of the city together.

Only then did Zhong Tang realize that when he and Li Bizhi first entered this place, they both fell by the river outside the city, because the basement was there.

The people in the city also followed them and went out. Hundreds of black bowl lights entered the reeds by the river, illuminating the white catkins that rose freely under the moonlight.

Finally, Abanger stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary sand dune. Under the light of the sheepskin lamp, a dark stone gate appeared in the yellow sand.

"It's here." This time, Zhong Tang heard what he said clearly, perhaps because he wanted to talk to the Taiyuan Taoists, Abanger deliberately used Da Chong dialect.

"Thank you Hulesha for preparing us," the oldest man among the several disciples, under Feng Kong's gesture, smiled and bent down to salute Abanger, promising: "Don't worry. , we'll be able to take everyone out soon."

Abanger didn't speak any more, and at the last moment, he couldn't continue acting after all.

But fortunately, his silence didn't seem to have much impact on this illusion. After the elder disciple finished speaking, he retreated to the side of Master Fengkong.

Master Fengkong nodded slightly to Abanger, the wind in the desert lifted his white hair, and slowly fell back to the Tibetan Taoist robe.

He slowly raised his hand, and placed it on the stone gate, leaving a faint golden mark.

Suddenly the moonlight dimmed, but the golden mark became more and more vivid, even to the point of dazzling.

Then there was a booming sound from the stone gate, and when I looked again, I saw that the entrance to the basement was already open.

It was at this time that Li Bizhi keenly discovered that the people in the city who were still holding black bowls and whispering among the reeds just now seemed to have stopped still from a certain moment.

They stood in place like stone statues, but there was no sound or change of movement.

On the other side, Abang Er also found a problem. The Taoists of Taiyuan in front of him still walked towards the corridor leading to the basement as they remembered.

But the tribesmen who were nearby all froze.

What's going on here?

Abang Er, Li Bizhi, and Zhong Tang looked at each other, but they couldn't get any answer from each other's eyes.

Seeing the Taoists in Taiyuan walking deeper and deeper in the corridor, Abanger finally couldn't help it, and looked back at the clansmen standing in place, his golden eyes were illuminated by the swaying flames.

In the end, he chose to walk into the corridor to search for the truth of the year.

As for Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi, after realizing that the people around them would not respond to their actions, they also quickly entered the corridor.

In the dark and seemingly endless corridor, there were no traces of Taiyuan Guan's master and apprentice, but Abanger, who was walking in front, had been using a sheepskin lamp to guide them.

In the corridor, it was very quiet for a while, no wind outside could be heard, only the footsteps of a few people could be heard.

But at this moment, Li Bizhi suddenly turned around to block Zhong Tang behind him, and the wooden sword glowing with a blue cold light came out of his sleeve, and shook a few feathers shot from behind from behind to the ground.

"Jiang Yufeng!" Zhong Tang frowned, and refused to hide behind Li Bi, with the jade bead and golden bell wrapped around his fingers, he turned and shouted in the direction of the feather flying.

After a while, there was the sound of light footsteps at the entrance of the corridor, Jiang Yufeng no longer covered his figure, and walked out of the darkness:

"We meet again."

Zhong Tang looked at him, not knowing what to say for a while, and continued to ask why his former friends turned against each other?

He just felt that it seemed that there was no need for that anymore.

"Are you going to continue to stand by Taiyuan's side?" Zhong Tang raised his hand. Although the corridor was long, they could still vaguely see the light coming from the entrance of the basement when they stood here.

The light gathered from the flames in the black bowls of the city people.Since Jiang Yufeng was able to follow here, it means that he also saw what happened in this city and what Taiyuan did.

Jiang Yufeng shook his head, lowered his eyes and said lightly: "I never completely believed in Yu Taiyuan."

"Otherwise, after what happened in Jinghualou that day, I should follow what Miao Zun said, and hand you over to him instead of taking you to the desert."

It's okay not to mention the events of that day, but as soon as the Jinghualou was mentioned, Li Bizhi's eyes became colder and colder. The wooden sword suddenly fell into his hand, and the sword energy pierced through the air and pointed directly at Jiang Yufeng.

Jiang Yufeng had to take a few steps back. He raised his eyes to look at Li Bizhi, and said with a wry smile: "The natural Daogen spirit veins are no longer confused with Lisha. It's really powerful...but how long can you protect him?"

"Or, Li Daochang, do you really think that he should survive?"

"It's true that this small city was harmed by Taiyuan, but the root of the disaster is the Li Sha that came out of the misfortune—in the Xili Desert, there are more than a hundred thousand creatures that were harmed by Li Sha?"

Jiang Yufeng pointed at Zhong Tang, and asked sharply: "How long can those fierce evil spirits be suppressed in his body? Once it erupts, how many people will be harmed!"

"Don't worry about it." Li Bizhi said four words coldly. The anger that had been suppressed for a long time attracted spiritual power to the tip of the sword. To stab Jiang Yufeng.

But his hand holding the sword was held by Zhong Tang.

"Brother, let's go." Zhong Tang pulled Li Bizhi gently, calming down a little of the sword energy in the blink of an eye.

Li Bizhi turned to look at him, but Zhong Tang just leaned his face on his arm: "Let's go, senior brother, Abanger is still ahead."

The corridor suddenly became quiet, Li Bizhi just looked at Zhong Tang until the shadow of the sword around him gradually dissipated, and put away the wooden sword in his hand, and then gently stroked Zhong Tang's hair.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhong Tang finally turned his eyes to look at Jiang Yufeng again, and said softly: "You are right."

"I am still here now, because I have already made a choice."

"So, as the senior brother said, don't worry about it."

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