Nightmare Attack

"That crimson is still alive, or the dead one is not the crimson we thought!"

"Ah?" Fatty was dumbfounded and didn't react for a long time.

"Have you ever thought about this possibility? Are those four corpses really Song Tianming and the others?" Jiang Cheng's face became more serious, "We have been separated for too long."

After a few seconds, cold sweat broke out on Fatty's forehead, "You...you mean that all four of Song Tianming have been replaced? The people who died just now...are all ghosts?"

Looking at the **** corpses not far away, those corpses gave him such a real feeling, the fat man shook his head violently, he even felt that there was something wrong with his spirit, "No, definitely not Yes...if Song Tianming and the others are still alive, where are they?"

Jiang Cheng stood up and patted the fat man on the shoulder, "I also think this possibility is very low, but I have to guard against it. Go back, call Ye Qiutang, and let's sneak back to the west wing to have a look."

Fatty suddenly realized one thing. Last time they didn't even enter the courtyard door of the West Wing, they were stopped by Zhao Dutong who jumped down from the tree, and brought them here with all his might.

Going back to the room, after a few simple explanations, he took Ye Qiutang with him and planned to rush there. Before he could step out of the room, the fat man suddenly looked at Ye Qiutang and reminded him in a natural tone: "Miss Ye, you have to put away that jade pendant."

Ye Qiutang frowned, "Don't lie to me, I'm real, the jade pendant has just been handed over to him!"

At this moment, the fat man's tense face relaxed a little. After all, he hadn't seen Ye Qiutang for more than ten minutes. As long as he was out of sight, he would suspect that there was something wrong with everyone.

On the way back, everyone became more and more careful. The journey went smoothly. The monks all disappeared. Worried about being ambushed, the three of Jiang Cheng stopped far away from the West Wing, looking for a remote path, but Until they entered the west wing room, no one was seen.

With that gloomy light, Ye Qiutang's newly ignited hope was also shattered. This place was still the same as it was before she left, and no one had ever returned.

Mr. Song, and Mr. Zhao Dutong and Chief Murong are really dead and will never come back.

Ye Qiutang looked at the layout of the room and the items they left in the room, and was in a daze for a while.

"I said, look quickly." Fatty's voice came, and he looked far away from the door.

Ye Qiutang in Jiangcheng also saw that the sky in the distance was turning pale. This is... It's dawn!

Sure enough, the suffocating cycle was broken, and there was no longer a boundary between night and day, and they no longer needed to fall asleep.

"It's done! What Taoist Ling Xiao said is true!" After experiencing such a night and seeing dawn again, the fat man's mood can't be expressed in words at all.

Closing the door, taking advantage of this time, the three of Jiangcheng took a short rest, waiting for the sky outside to light up, and the three of Jiangcheng simply ate something before opening the door and going out.

But this time, walking in the yard, they suddenly had a strange feeling, as if something was wrong around them.

The road is still the same, and the wall is still the same, but it just makes people feel different, as if everything around has become much simpler and thicker.

But it didn't take long for the three of them to be shocked by the scene in front of them. They turned from a small road and faced a building in front of them.

This building is made of blue bricks and gray tiles, copper bells are hung under the eaves, and moss grows on the edges of the steps paved with bluestone slabs. Looking up, the black and simple wooden door is open, and a four-legged square incense burner engraved with gossip patterns sits upright. In the building hall, there is incense burning inside, emitting bursts of incense mist.

"Is this... something from Taoism?" Fatty was startled. After all, he had walked this road more than once. He clearly remembered that this place was originally a side hall of the temple, where Bodhisattvas were enshrined.

In the next second, before they could react, a Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe walked out of the building. The Taoist priest was carrying the rattan chair in his hand, but after seeing the three people in Jiangcheng, he immediately put down the rattan chair and walked over. He bowed to the three of them and made a standard Taoist salute, and then chanted with a long tone: "Fusheng... Wuliang Tianzun!"

"Three pilgrims, do you want to offer incense?" The Taoist raised his head and looked at the three of them in Jiangcheng with an unusually devout face.

But the fat man's face suddenly changed, because this person looked familiar to him, he belonged to Monk Huiming's gang, and he followed Monk Huiming to kill them not long ago.

As if frightened by the fat man's weird eyes, the Taoist priest looked at the fat man and saluted again, "Pilgrim, you..."

At this moment, Jiangcheng also understood that it was Taoist Ling Xiao who suppressed the evil spirit parasitizing Master Fuji. Now this illusion is shattered, and this precept temple has changed back to its original appearance. This is Qingfeng Temple.

Since it is a Taoist temple, the people inside are naturally Taoist priests.

Jiang Cheng imitated the Taoist priest's action just now and returned the Taoist salute, "Dare to ask the name of the immortal?"

"Don't dare, poor Taoist Xuancheng." The Taoist became more humble.

"It turned out to be Daoist Xuancheng. I'm sorry, may I ask where the Taoist priests of Qingfeng Temple practice? We want to take a look." Jiang Cheng asked.

"Practice...then of course it is in the quiet room hall. The poor Taoist and his senior brothers are all practicing here." The Taoist replied very piously, "But the three pilgrims there are not allowed to enter."

"It's okay, please ask the Taoist priest to take us to take a look. We can just take a look outside the door."

Jiangcheng Ye Qiutang begged again and again, but the Taoist Xuancheng couldn't hold back, so he had to take the three of them there. The weird feeling in Fatty's heart became stronger as he walked~www.wuxiamtl.com~ This is clearly the way to the Hall of Merit.

However, in the Chijie Temple, the Gongde Hall is also a place for the monks to practice meritorious deeds, and the functions of the two are the same.

Standing outside the door of the so-called quiet room hall and looking in, the three people in Jiangcheng felt as if they had passed through. The building is still there, but the style has changed. The sound of chanting scriptures came out from inside. What's even more mysterious is that the two Taoist priests standing guard outside the courtyard gate are the same two monks who guarded the Gongde Hall before. He cut his hair, and tied a Taoist Hunyuan bun on the top of his head.

"Three pilgrims, this is the place where the disciples of this temple practice, so it is inconvenient to visit." One of the Taoist priests who had rejected Jiangcheng came out with seriousness written all over his face.

"It's okay, dare to ask the name of the immortal?" Jiang Cheng smiled very accommodatingly, and at the same time saluted.

The Taoist didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately replied, "Don't dare, poor Daoist Xuanyi."

"It turned out to be Daoist Xuan Yi, hehe, dare to ask Daoist Xuancong... where is he?" Jiang Cheng asked, clasping his hands.