【Tuyan】Sword goes slant

Although it looks like a Taoist temple, it actually has a different structure from the general Taoist temple. It has a multi-layer structure, which is more like a reduced version of a Buddhist pagoda than a Taoist temple.

Shen Tu called out Jingzhe, and when he arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, he turned around and asked An Yan, "Are you okay?"

An Yan was actually dying of exhaustion, but how could he be discouraged in front of Shen Tu at this time, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Of course it's no problem!"

Most of what he expended was physical strength, and there was no loss in spiritual energy. If he was really in danger, at least he wouldn't hold him back.

Seeing this, Shen Tu nodded, Jing Zhe turned in his hand, and snapped the copper lock on the gate of the Taoist temple neatly.

The brass lock fell to the ground with a dull sound, and the dilapidated wooden door was unbound, and opened with a creak.

Shen Tu pushed open the wooden door with Jingzhe, and stepped in.

An Yan clenched his guns tightly, and followed him cautiously.

Unexpectedly, the Taoist temple did not have the horrible scenes of purgatory, sea of ​​fire, yellow spring, Shura, etc. that An Yan imagined. Instead, it was very ordinary, ordinary to a strange degree.

There are no statues of gods to worship, no broken tributes, except for the immovable altar of the Taoist temple itself, there is nothing in this small Taoist temple.

An Yan was stunned for a moment, put away a gun, and said to Shen Tu: "Check separately?"

Shen Tu hummed and walked in another direction.

An Yan walked directly to the altar.

There was a thick layer of ash on the stone platform, and in front of the stone platform was the incense burner for worship. The incense burner was half upside down, and the remaining incense ash inside was scattered all over the table.

An Yan checked every corner one by one, but got nothing but a mouthful of ashes.

"What the hell..." An Yan muttered, and glanced in the direction of Tu, who was facing away from him, and after a short while, turned around and walked over, obviously holding something in his hand.

An Yan's eyes lit up, and he hurried over and said, "What did you find?"

"En." Shen Tu half-raised the thing in his hand, and An Yan saw clearly that it was a well-protected picture scroll.

"What's on the painting?" An Yan became interested and urged Shen Tu to open it.Shen Tu didn't object, and directly untied the silk rope on the scroll, and shook the canvas to reveal the whole painting.

An Yan took a closer look and couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Shen Tu also frowned slightly.

The painting shows a young man, wearing a Taoist uniform with his hair down, sitting under a tree, with a smile on his lips and distant eyes.

At his feet is a small white fox. It seems to be taking a nap with its eyes closed. Its expression is peaceful and relaxed, and it is obvious that it trusts the humans around it.

Shen Tu and An Yan didn't see anything unusual, but An Yan noticed that the signature was signed, but the ink was blurred, and only the words of Taoist XX could be vaguely recognized.

"Maybe it's a self-portrait of the Taoist master?" An Yan speculated.

Shen Tu put away the scroll, but his brows still did not loosen.

An Yan felt that Shen Tu had discovered something, but he didn't say anything. He was much more sensitive than he was a year ago now.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" An Yan patted Shen Tu's shoulder bluntly, but with just a light pat, Shen Tu took half a step back.

Now An Yan was even more sure that Shen Tu had a physical problem. Thinking of the injury he suffered yesterday, he worried: "Could it be that yesterday's injury is still not healed?"

Shen Tu shook his head and sighed.

"I'm not sure." He said, put the scroll on the side of the incense burner, and began to touch the wall with his hands.

An Yan was depressed, "Can't you finish the speech at once?"

"It's the feeling of fragments." Shen Tu paused, and then said: "It seems to be here, but not here."

"Shards?"

"Ah."

An Yan was about to ask about the fragments, but then he had a flash of inspiration and immediately responded.

"Here are the fragments that Bechymos got?"

Shen Tu nodded, "The induction is very weak, it seems to be there, maybe there is something suppressing its power."

An Yan was a little worried, "Then are you okay?"

"No problem." Shen Tu said and stopped.

"what happened?"

"There are organs here."

Shen Tu half squatted down, stroking along the touch of his fingertips, and after a while, he found the switch of the mechanism in the gap in the corner.

He pulled out the stinging sting, and stabbed down along the gap, the azure blue spiritual energy fluctuated in a flash, and there were several loud bangs one after another, shaking the entire Taoist temple.

"You didn't drive to the mechanism, but you demolished the house instead?!" Before An Yan finished complaining, a pattern of five elements and eight trigrams appeared on the stone wall in front of him. The pattern rotated three times clockwise. Dots are printed on the gossip, and the pattern changes itself as if it has life. After a while, a deep corridor with a width of one person is revealed.

Shen Tu glanced at him, An Yan closed his mouth and clasped his hands together, and turned into a face of admiration for a second: "As expected of Shen Tu, I knew you would definitely be able to handle this trick!"

Shen Tu sneered, "You two, let's go."

Immediately afterwards, people had already got into the corridor.

The corridor goes deep into the ground, twists and turns, and at the end there is no light. Shen Tu simply uses the Awakening Light to lead the way.

Fortunately, there was only one path in the complicated corridors. They walked down the path and entered an underground cave about ten square meters after ten minutes.

The cave is full of unknown crystals, and the crystals are blue all over, illuminating all parts of the cave.

Shen Tu put down Jing Zhe, and dodged out of the way.

An Yan followed into the cave, and just as his eyes adjusted to the light, he exclaimed, "I'm going, is there anyone?"

Shen Tu said coldly: "Dead."

An Yan closed his mouth aggrieved.

Anyone who suddenly sees a "person" appearing in this environment will be surprised, okay?An Yan slandered Shen Tu, walked a few steps and began to observe that person.

Shen Tu said that the person was dead, but "he" looked like he was accidentally sitting cross-legged and fell asleep.

The entire cave is not big, and most of the space is reserved for an artificially built stone platform. The stone platform is obviously the style used for sacrifices, and that person is sitting on the altar.

His face was rosy, his face was calm and serene, his appearance could be called gentle and handsome, his hair was loose on his shoulders, and even the taoist robe on his body was not worn out at all.

The more An Yan looked at it, the more he felt that this person looked very familiar. After thinking hard for a long time, he suddenly realized: "Isn't this person the one in the painting just now?"

Shen Tu let out a "hmm", apparently already found out.

An Yan rubbed the tip of his nose resentfully, then looked elsewhere.

Besides the sitting Taoist priest, there was a small tribute box in front of him, the box was covered with silk cloth, and Shen Tu was looking at the box motionlessly.

An Yan walked up to Shen Tu and asked, "Is there anything in the box?"

Shen Tu hesitated and said, "Shards."

An Yan immediately looked at the box and said, "Then open it and have a look!"

Shen Tu shook his head to stop An Yan. He pointed to the edge of the altar and said, "Look carefully, there are spells here."

An Yan followed Shen Tu's fingers, and saw a circle of runes engraved on the stone. The light here was too dim, and if Shen Tu hadn't said it, he might not have noticed it.

"What spell is this?"

"Soul-locking curse."

An Yan's face changed, and he blurted out: "Soul-locking curse? This Taoist locked his soul here?"

Shen Tuxiang was also a little puzzled, but he nodded and said affirmatively: "It's the soul-locking curse, and it's him who is locked."

The so-called Soul Locking Curse, as the name suggests, is a sinister spell that locks a person's soul.This method is mostly used for refining corpses and souls. The souls trapped by the soul-locking curse will live forever and cannot be reborn, and they will experience the pain of refining souls all the time.

This Taoist died calmly and peacefully. It is unlikely that he was trapped here by his enemies in such a way. Most likely, it was the spell he cast on himself to lock his soul here.

After thinking about it for a while, An Yan scratched his hair and sighed: "I don't understand, I don't understand. Could it be that this Taoist thinks that he lives too securely and wants to find some excitement after death?"

Shen Tu remained silent, his eyes had already moved away from the Soul Locking Curse, and looked at the box again.

An Yan asked: "What should we do now?"

Shen Tu pondered for a moment, asked An Yan to take a few steps back, then pulled out a piece of talisman paper, and pressed it on the forehead of the Taoist priest's body, then made seals with both hands, activated his spiritual energy, and silently recited a series of incantations.

An Yan couldn't quite understand Kuidao's difficult and profound incantations, but when Shentu finished reciting, he patted his hands lightly, and the talisman paper pasted on the Taoist's forehead and the soul-locking spell on the altar lit up a dazzling red light at the same time .

The ground suddenly shook violently, and the spars on the wall broke and fell down one after another, mixed with a lot of gravel from the cave wall.

An Yanxin said something was wrong, and quickly shouted to Shentu: "This place seems to be collapsing!"

Shen Tu didn't respond, but moved faster. At the last moment when the talisman paper was burnt by the red light, she quickly reached out and picked up the box, and took a thumb-sized fragment from it.

At the same time, the Taoist priest's body weathered in an instant, the red light of the soul-locking spell twisted violently, and the altar fell apart instantly as if it had been smashed with force.

An Yan rushed to Shen Tu's side and said, "Are you ready?"

Shen Tu nodded, and glanced at the place where the Taoist priest was sitting just now, a golden stone bead suddenly appeared there.

"Jieyuan Jindan." Shen Tu said to An Yan: "Take it, let's go!"

An Yan was relatively close to the golden elixir, so he immediately reached out to grab the elixir, picked up the golden elixir, and followed Shen Tu quickly out of the crazily shaking underground cave.

The two ran out of the Taoist temple in one breath, and just stepped out of the gate, the Taoist temple collapsed into ruins with a loud noise.

An Yan glanced back, holding his knees in shock, and was about to raise his head to speak to Shen Tu, who knew that with the collapse of the Taoist temple, a white mist poured out of the sky suddenly, and he didn't know where so much white mist came out in broad daylight. Before An Yan could see it clearly, Shen Tu, who was a few arms away, had been completely buried by the emerging white mist.

An Yan's complexion changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Shen Tu!"

He was shocked and terrified.The scene in front of him was clearly exactly the same as the nightmare he had before!

An unknown force dragged An Yan from rushing towards Shen Tu, and pinched him tightly. An Yan's hand holding Jindan trembled, and he whimpered a few times, his eyes were flushed, his face was pale, and his eyes were frantic , was instantly pulled into the boundless darkness by the white mist that covered the sky and the sun.