Daoist, I am not fragrant!

Zhong Tang and Li Bizhi walked to the depths of the corridor again. Although he didn't pay attention to anything, the footsteps behind him told him that Jiang Yufeng followed.

Abang Er didn't know what happened on their side, but stood at the end of the corridor with a sheepskin lamp, a little uneasy but anxiously stopped, and he was relieved when he saw them rushing over.

"They're already in."

After speaking, he also noticed Jiang Yufeng who was following the two of them. Just as he was about to ask something, Zhong Tang shook his head and asked, "Is there any movement in front?"

Abang Er has experienced the events of the past, and was very wary of outsiders, but seeing the reactions of Zhong Tang and Jiang Yufeng, he didn't know how to ask more questions, so he had to talk about the matter in front of him again: "Going further in, it is according to their requirements back then. The basement room that was built."

"They are still arranging something, but they haven't started to do it yet."

"Go and have a look." Because of what happened just now, Li Bizhi's chill still persisted, and after hearing Abang'er's words, he lightly pulled Zhong Tang forward and continued to walk forward.

The two walked in front, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard in the corridor, and as they were about to enter the large basement room, Zhong Tang's fingers held in Li Bizhi's palm moved slightly.

Li Bizhi's footsteps paused for a while, and Zhong Tang leaned closer to him again, blinking and said softly, "Senior brother, don't be angry."

Li Bizhi lowered his eyes, and just met Zhong Tang's upturned head, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and slowly caressed the corner of his lips that he always liked.

The lingering chill finally dissipated little by little.

"Okay, listen to you."

Zhong Tang frowned, and walked side by side with Li Bizhi in front of the big cellar and the last stone gate.

Before the stone gate was closed, they walked in directly, and just saw behind the gate, the six masters and apprentices of Taiyuan Temple were still setting up a magic circle.

Several disciples were holding golden talismans and stood in five directions. Daoist Fengkong waved the whisk in his hand and walked among them. His mouth, which was almost buried by the white beard, moved slightly, and he did not know what kind of mantra he was chanting.

"Master, can we really take the people in this city away from the place where Lisha has invaded this time?" The youngest female disciple looked at Master Fengkong with some concern beside the lamp burning with grass wicks.

They came all the way from the desert with Feng Kong, and they have also seen the power of that fierce spirit. Although they have great respect for Master in their hearts, they are still inevitably worried.

"Don't worry, the master and I have played it many times in the past few days, and it will be foolproof." The eldest disciple who had talked with Abanger before comforted his junior sister with a loud voice, and the rest of them also echoed.

"If you want me to say, I still blame the Golden Crow's Daoist Yuanchu, who has no end to his work. He left these hundreds of people in a desperate situation and left him alone, and he still has to trouble Master to make it perfect."

"Yeah, after returning to Lin'an this time, I have to talk about this matter..."

With the reassurance of the big brother, the young disciple relaxed a lot, and started talking and complaining.

Li Bizhi and Zhong Tang couldn't help frowning slightly after hearing this, but they didn't care about these few gossips about Yuanchu, instead their eyes fell on Miaozun in unison.

As the third disciple of Master Feng Kong, Miao Zun didn't seem to show off very much. He didn't say anything since he entered the basement, but raised his head from time to time, as if he was peeking at Feng Kong.

This kind of reaction is obviously not quite right. Even if a disciple is in awe of the master, he will not be able to peek at it. The appearance of the Miao Zun... really seems to be afraid of something.

Did he find out that Feng Kong didn't want to save the people in the city?No, he should know more.

Zhong Tang followed his gaze, and also looked at the real Fengkong with white hair in Tibetan clothes.

After all, he is the master of one view, even if there is no place for outsiders here, he still has the tolerance and virtue that he should have.I saw him put away the whisk in his hand, turned to look at the few disciples who were whispering, and said in a low but emphatic voice: "Speak carefully."

The second and third disciples were still talking vigorously, but when they heard the voice of Master Fengkong, they immediately held their breath and calmed down.

Master Fengkong walked slowly past them one by one, and said in a deep voice: "This time, you and my master and apprentice came here to help others, and if you are helping others, you should have a pure heart, and how can you let the intention of winning?" What if you are infected with Dao heart?"

After all, those few people were also Feng Kong's direct disciples. Although they still had distracting thoughts and words, they still took advantage of the Taoist heart. After being instructed by Feng Kong, they bowed deeply to say yes.

Seeing this, Fengkong stroked his pale beard behind him, nodded, and then walked to the center of the magic circle.

"Okay, the time is approaching, remember what the teacher just said about helping others with sincerity, and sit up in meditation."

The five disciples around Fengkong sat down in response to the sound. The Tibetan-colored Taoist robes almost made their figures blend into the darkness of the basement, and the seals formed by their hands in front of them gradually ignited. From the golden aura.

Fengkong still stood where he was, his eyes seemed to be lingering on the faces of each of his disciples, even though they were partially covered by white beards, Zhong Tang was keenly aware that there seemed to be something wrong with his expression.

What is he going to do?

Silently, Zhong Tang held Li Bizhi's hand tighter and tighter.

And Feng Kong, who had been standing in the center of the circle for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the eyes were no longer pure and kind, but were filled with crazy greed almost instantly.

He waved his hidden taoist robe in the dark, and the sudden gust of wind extinguished the weak flames in the basement instantly, and the originally open stone door was completely closed with a loud noise.

All this happened almost in the blink of an eye, and the disciples sitting around Fengkong didn't have time to react. Even Miao Zun, who had been on guard before, knew it was too late when he felt the violent wind.

His body is still in the meditation posture, but it's not out of intention - he can't move at all.

"Master...Master..." He heard the elder brother with the most cultivation behind him, he spoke with difficulty, and asked with the last faith: "Master...what are you going to do?"

Feng Kong laughed, at first hearing it seemed to be the kindness of a human teacher, but when he thought about it carefully, it was full of insidiousness.

"My teacher has just taught you that those who help others should have a pure heart. Now I just want to take a school exam. How have the disciples realized it?"

"Master!" It was another unbelievable cry, but it made Feng Kong smile even more.

He saw a dark golden aura shining from every ground he had just walked on, turning into thin threads like blood veins, connecting the five unable to move disciples together.

But these thin threads are still flowing and crawling, they are far from being satisfied with this, but quickly spread to the surroundings, densely covering the entire basement, and then go deep into the ground, which is impossible for human eyes to see. From the depths you can see, it won't take long to envelop the entire small town.

Daoist Fengkong stood in the middle of all the aura lines, and the violent wind around his body not only blew his Taoist robe, but also raised his beard and hair, revealing his old wrinkled face.

Zhong Tang finally understood what he was going to do. No matter how deep the monks are, they will eventually grow old one day.They can cultivate seemingly endless spiritual power spells, but none of them can really compete with death.

But Fengkong is not reconciled, he wants to live, he wants to live longer, he wants to regain his youthful body and endless time.

However, this kind of power cannot be obtained by self-cultivation. The only way to obtain it is to plunder through sorcery.

However, he was also worried that if such actions were discovered, it would inevitably ruin his reputation as the Lord of Taiyuan, which he could not accept.

In these contradictions and entanglements, Fengkong supported his rotten wood body for many years.Until an accidental trip to the desert made him discover this isolated town.

For Fengkong, this is simply a gift from heaven. He only needs to make a few changes to the barrier he set up at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and he can safely turn the entire city into his sacrifice——

Including these few disciples whom he trained carefully.

Li Bizhi watched this heinous farce with cold eyes. Although Jinwu and Taiyuan had always had different views, they still had some respect for each other.

But now, looking at the face of the former master of one view because of his selfish desire to live, it really makes people feel ridiculous and desolate.

On the golden threads all over the ground, bloody rays of light began to flow. These are the lives absorbed from the people in the city.

The five disciples sitting around Fengkong were the first to bear the brunt of it. The life containing spiritual energy was peeled off from the body bit by bit, as if cutting his flesh and blood with a knife blade.

They wanted to scream, to ask for help, to evoke their most respected and beloved master in front of them, even if they couldn't bear it at all, it was in vain.

Daoist Fengkong was completely immersed in the joy of his body being filled with life again, and completely threw away the last good thoughts.

The thicker and thicker blood color seemed to rise from the golden thread, turning into mist and covering Fengkong, he was bathing in a trance, maddened.

Abang Er opened his mouth in horror at the sight in front of him, and then fell to his knees on the ground in pain.The people he believed in, the people he welcomed, killed the lives of the people in this way.

Master Fengkong's sorcery continued, but at this moment, a strange light flashed in Zhong Tang's sight.

He was about to pursue it when he heard Li Bizhi remind him, "It's Miao Zun."

Miao Zun?Zhong Tang immediately raised his eyes to look, but just in a moment of opportunity, the light that was only fleeting before suddenly shone from Miao Zun's body.

Immediately, a strange and unspeakable force clung to the golden veins, desperately devouring the pervasive blood energy.

Daoist Fengkong woke up suddenly, he was annoyed by the unreasonable disturbance, and was about to wave it away, but it didn't look like that force poured into his body along with the blood——

Fengkong's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, his whole body began to make a distorted rattling sound, and the sudden power occupied his body in a very short period of time.

"Hehe-"

"Hehe-"

"Hehe-"

Dazzling light burst out from Fengkong's body, tore the Taoist robes all over his body, and swallowed the smile that was still on his face.

The power fused with blood scattered and overflowed, but after a while, it poured into Feng Kong's body again like a storm, and Feng Kong seemed to be dominated by something. His old body turned around stiffly, and walked step by step. met Miao Zun in the corner, and then slowly lifted

Raising his hand, his thin fingers touched Miao Zun's forehead.

And Miao Zun, at this moment, opened his eyes again.

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So, Taiyuan is really... a family of perverts