Black Myth: Tang Dynasty

Chapter 272

Li Daoxuan stepped into Fumo Temple.

As soon as I entered, I felt a cloudy wind blowing head-on, mixed with a strong evil spirit.

Fumo Temple is the place where Longhu Mountain suppresses demons.

Some monsters that are not easy to kill will be imprisoned here, and some little monsters will sometimes be used to train the disciples to increase their actual combat experience.

Therefore, this place is full of evil spirits, and it belongs to the forbidden area of ​​Longhu Mountain. Normally, disciples are not allowed to enter without permission.

Li Daoxuan looked around and found that there were many high platforms with jars in the shape of ashes.

He opened his divine eyes and saw many ghosts or monsters sealed in the jars, for example, the rightmost jar on the third floor contained a piece of human skin.

The human skin was extremely white, tender and delicate, like beautiful jade, as if feeling Li Daoxuan's gaze, it trembled slightly, revealing a flushed color.

A line of bloody writing appeared on the human skin.

"Let me out, I can become whatever you want..."

"Or put on me, you can become anyone..."

Li Daoxuan swept over lightly, unmoved.

There are all kinds of things sealed in the jar, including embroidered shoes with a very sinister air, a comb with blood dripping from the scalp, bones of monsters with different shapes, and even mountain spirits.

It's just that these monsters were placed in the Fumo Temple, and they were all honest and did not dare to make any changes.

Because they are afraid of something, to be precise, a sword, a sword hanging from the beam of the house.

This sword is hidden in a copper scabbard, the hilt is a five-jointed ring, the edge is restrained, the sword energy is hidden deep, and it weighs 81 taels, which symbolizes the 81 transformation of the Taishang Laojun.

The cyan fringe of the sword fluttered, connected to a piece of ancient white jade, which made the sword a bit more dusty.

The most precious treasure of Longhu Mountain, the three-to-five sword that cuts evil males and females!
This sword is a majestic sword, the sword of the most yang in the world. It has the magical effect of suppressing all ghosts and deterring demons. Just hanging quietly makes countless demons in the temple tremble, and they dare not hit the seal on the jar at all.

Because any monster who dares to break through the seal will be welcomed by the sharp edge of the sword that cuts evil male and female.

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, silently channeling the pure Yang sword intent.

Zheng!
The Three-Five Slashing Evil Male and Female Sword trembled slightly, emitting an astonishing sharpness, and immediately there were several sword marks on the walls of the Fumo Temple. The radiant sword energy was like a red sun that was about to dawn, and countless jars trembled in fear.

There was an extremely contradictory emotion coming from the three-five evil male and female sword.

It seems that he wants to get out of the sheath and respond to Li Daoxuan's call, but because of a very important task, he must stay here and not get out of the sheath easily.

Tangled and struggling.

This made Li Daoxuan reveal a hint of surprise, since he obtained the Pure Yang Sword Intent, no sword could refuse his call.

Whether it's the Lilong Sword of Junior Sister or Xu Jianxian's Ten Thousand Rens Excalibur, he can easily summon it.

This is the first time I met Jian who would struggle and hesitate.

It is worthy of being a gift from the Taoist ancestor, the sword of the celestial master Zhang Daoling. Such an amazing spirituality is actually the only one Li Daoxuan has seen in his life.

"Strange, why does the Excalibur make noise?"

Elder Zhen Lian entered the hall with a puzzled look on his face. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, excitedly said: "Could it be that brother is about to wake up?"

The Three-Five Slashing Evil Male and Female Sword is so proud that no one can pull it out except the previous celestial masters.

It trembles, it is very likely that the old heavenly master is about to wake up!

Zhang Jiuxiao frowned slightly when he heard this.

Zhang Qianyang looked around and immediately asked, "Where is the old man? Why don't you see him?"

Zhenlian immediately said: "It should be in the back room."

Everyone passed through the main hall and entered the inner room, and they saw the old heavenly master lying on the couch.

On the bed, an old man had his eyes closed, his beard and hair were like snow, and his breathing was long and slow, as if he was having a dream that he didn't want to wake up from.

His body was covered with a thick quilt, and there was a red clay stove next to him, but he still seemed to feel cold, his face was pale, and there were wisps of cold air.

The old heavenly master at this moment is no longer the leader of the Taoist sect like a fairy, who can kill demons in his dreams, but an ordinary old man who can get sick and sleep too much.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Qianyang's eyes immediately turned red.

He held the old Tianshi's hand, but felt very cold, like cold jade.

This is almost impossible, not to mention that it is almost June and the weather is not cold, even if it is winter, with the cultivation base of the old celestial master, it is like a spring breeze blowing on the face.

Even if it is water and fire with supernatural powers, it can't hurt the old celestial master, let alone the warmth and coldness of the world.

However, what was impossible to happen in the first place happened at this moment.

Elder Zhen Lian sighed, and said: "Brother has been in a coma for six days and six nights. At that time, for some reason, he suddenly moved down the mountain and came to Fumo Temple to take away the three-five evil-slaying male and female swords."

"But before my brother took the sword away, he suddenly fell asleep on the ground. At that time, I and Ye Zhenren from Maoshan were present. When the incident happened suddenly, we first carried my brother to the inner room."

Liu Ningyan wiped away the tears from her eyes, and asked, "What did Master Ye say?"

Ye Zhenren from Maoshan is second only to the old Tianshi in terms of strength, and he is also a close friend of the old Tianshi for decades, so he is absolutely trustworthy.

Elder Zhenlian continued: "Ye Zhenren said that my brother was lost in a dream, and someone must be manipulating behind the scenes!"

Li Daoxuan frowned, lost in a dream?

With the cultivation base and experience of the old heavenly master, the high state of mind is also extraordinary and refined. I don't know how many demons he has overcome before he can cultivate to the current state. What kind of supernatural powers should a person who can make him fall into a dream and be unable to extricate himself?
According to the Xudu Ghost King, that person should be the leader of the Mara religion, and he has been planning it for 16 years.

Li Daoxuan is very suspicious that the mysterious Moro leader is not as scary as he imagined, at least the other party can't casually put the old master into a deep sleep.

So here comes the question, with the supernatural power and cultivation of the old celestial master, why was he succeeded by the other party?
"Why is Master's body so cold?"

Li Daoxuan asked suddenly.

Daoist Zhenlian looked around for a week, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Obviously, the answer to this question is not convenient for many people to know.

Zhang Qianyang held the cold hand of the old master, and there was a cold light in his eyes. If he found out who was plotting against the old man behind his back, no matter who that person was, he would crush him to ashes with his own hands!

"Junior brothers, if you trust me, please go back first, I will definitely take good care of the old man!"

Zhang Qianyang cupped his fists at them.

When everyone heard the words, although they also wanted to stay and do their part, they also knew that the overall situation was the most important, so they all bowed and saluted.

"Second senior brother, the old man is counting on you!"

"Second senior brother, we believe in you, we must make the old man wake up!"

"Second senior brother, if you need our help, just tell us, everyone has been looking forward to your return to the mountain!"

……

After saying that, everyone left one after another.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuxiao's complexion was a bit unsightly. Obviously, even though he hadn't returned to the mountain for more than 20 years, in the minds of all the disciples, Zhang Qianyang was still not forgotten.

(End of this chapter)