Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 562: Shushu narrowly escapes death and returns to the mountain to close the door and release his senior brother
Going deep into the danger, there is a human head with eyes outside the house staring at them hungrily. Anyone would panic for a moment, and Zhang Huaiyi is no exception.

But soon, he calmed down and his rational mind took over again. The situation was a bit bad now, but it was not to the point of being 100% dead.

The monster sealed inside escaped. It is true that something went wrong in Qingyun Temple.

But since the other party was just monitoring and didn't break in...she wasn't doing this for no reason, she actually didn't want to kill herself.

To be precise, she probably didn't want Longhu Mountain to discover her, and she wanted to downplay her existence.

In this case, I just need to pretend that I know nothing, cooperate with her throughout the process, and don't provoke her, and I believe I can return to the mountain safely.

But this method is undoubtedly not very stable. I am at the mercy of others and have put my life in their hands. What should I do if they do not play by the rules?
Zhang Huaiyi began to calculate his own cards.

My skill in thunder magic is still not that advanced yet, so I’m afraid it won’t be of any use.

The Golden Light Mantra has failed to achieve its effect.

As for the talismans, even though there were several high-quality talismans that Uncle Zhang Yi said could help the weak defeat the strong and turn the tables, the human head outside the house could actually avoid the detection of the Tai Shang Zheng Yi Chaos Yuan Ming Red Talisman, so I'm afraid they won't be of much use.

The money and small items that I saved on a daily basis are of no use in this situation.

I'm afraid the only one who can be used now is the deputy leader of the hall that my senior brother entrusted to me when I went down the mountain.

Although he didn't know the ability of this so-called deputy leader, he was appointed as the deputy of the hall by his senior brother who looked down on others. His status was even higher than those of the Northeastern masters. He must be more than just a show-off. Perhaps he could be used as a trump card in desperate situations.

Of course, it is best not to use this trump card. It is not because he does not trust his senior brother Yan Xuan, but Qing Yun is aware that the lives of the people are still in the hands of the other party. Once something changes, he may be fine, but these fellow disciples will suffer.

Zhang Huaiyi, who was cautious by nature, immediately wanted to control the big moth to fly back to the room and pretend nothing had happened.

But after hovering in the air for a while, he had other thoughts in his mind.

It is certain that there is a problem in Qingyun Temple, but what about the safety of fellow disciples in Qingyun Temple?
What's up with those people who were talking and laughing with me today?

Are they being controlled?
Or is it just a puppet created by the other party?
This is very important as it affects subsequent actions.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huaiyi became conflicted.

He could escape and report the situation here to his master after returning to the mountain, and his master would not say anything to him.

But what happens after that?

If Longhu Mountain wants to take action here, it still has to consider the safety of the Qingyun audience and cannot launch a thundering attack.

You can't do things the same way over again. This time I came to Qingyun Temple to cooperate with the other party's performance. It was the best opportunity for investigation. Once I missed it, it would be even more difficult to do it later.

Although Zhang Huaiyi was born in the Year of the Rat, likes to hide his shortcomings and acts cautiously, he is by no means a timid and incompetent person.

There is madness in his caution, and there is sharpness in his extreme concealment.

It is not his usual style to retreat when faced with difficulties.

Soon, Zhang Huaiyi made a decision: Go ahead, fuck it.

With the deputy leader backing me up, I, Shushu, will give it my all.

Zhang Huaiyi controlled the moth to fly away and began to explore Qingyun Temple. Since he was looking for the current situation and whereabouts of the people in Qingyun Temple, the first place he went to was naturally the temple of Qingyun Temple.

The Qingyun Temple was exceptionally dark and quiet at night. He controlled the moth to make several turns. On the way, he passed several halls where statues of gods were enshrined. The moon in the sky cast a cold light on the statues. The pairs of painted eyes of the statues seemed to be staring at the travelers late at night.

As a Taoist priest for so many years, Zhang Huaiyi would naturally not be scared by these objects. He flew as if no one was flying by. When flying, he kept his head down and stuck to the back of the moth. Because his body was covered with the scales of the moth, it added a layer of protective color and was difficult to see with the naked eye.

After wandering around, Zhang Huaiyi controlled the moth and came to the temple room in the temple, but found that the temple room was empty, with no one in it.

"Even if they are controlled, even if they are puppets, there shouldn't be no one left. Where are they going?"

Zhang Huaiyi was just wondering when a big net covered him.

"Oh no!" He was shocked and thought he was discovered. When he looked carefully, he saw a monster with six eyes, eight legs, and black hair all over its body, rushing towards him with swords and sharp fangs.

When Zhang Huaiyi saw this monster, he laughed immediately. It turned out to be just a moth that hit the spider web on the eaves. It was a false alarm.

"I forgot that I am only the size of a soybean. The world has been infinitely magnified!"

He drew out his big knife and stabbed the spider to death with one blow. He then used a few more strokes to cut the spider silk that bound the moth, helping it escape.

But after this, the moth seemed very listless. No matter how Zhang Huaiyi used his mental power to stimulate it, it just moved a little at most, but was unwilling to fly.

"Unlucky! My useful mount is gone!"

Zhang Huaiyi sighed, let the moth go, bowed to it, thanked it, and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered that the chances of being discovered by those paper doll heads covered with eyes were quite high if he was walking around in the temple like this.

"I'm sorry, Brother Moth, please help me!"

Zhang Huaiyi turned back, carried the moth on his back, grabbed a wing in each hand, exerted force with his feet, and suddenly jumped several meters away. While jumping, he waved the wings with his hands to create the illusion that the moth was flying.

He used this method to explore the temple, being extremely cautious along the way, but he never saw a paper man's head like the one at the door again.

"Where did it go?"

"I have early classes tomorrow. They can't possibly send this message for no reason! Are you going to stop pretending?"

"Will they be in the Sanqing Temple for morning classes?"

Zhang Huaiyi held the moth and stopped on the beam in the corridor, thinking.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound behind me.

He stopped thinking, held the moth still, and the Fu soldier hiding under the moth looked back.

Suddenly, a huge monster emerged from the beam, with a long and thick tail swaying behind it, sword-like teeth exposed, and a pair of venomous green eyes staring at the moth, full of cruelty and greed.

It turned out to be a big gray rat.

When Zhang Huaiyi saw the mouse, he was not surprised but happy. At this time, it was still his relatives who cared about his situation.

He smiled and crawled out from under the moth, patted the scales on his body, turned in front of the big rat, waved his hand and said:

"It smells good, like soybeans, why don't you come over here?"

The mouse didn't suspect anything, and pounced on it, swallowing the little man that was jumping and hopping and exuding the fragrance of soybeans. Just as he was about to chew, he found that his mouth couldn't close. It turned out that Fu Bing was standing in the mouse's mouth, holding up its teeth with both hands.

The mouse squeaked and tried to get rid of Zhang Huaiyi, but it was completely in vain. The other party stood in its mouth and fixed its teeth. At the same time, its fragile brain was constantly infected by his mental power.

After a moment, the mouse surrendered to Zhang Huaiyi's power and was at his disposal.

"Brother Rat, let's go, let's go!"

Zhang Huaiyi lay in the rat's mouth and controlled the rat to go towards the Sanqing Temple.

The Three Pure Ones are the highest gods in Taoism, so every Taoist temple must worship them. Therefore, the Hall of the Three Pure Ones is often the main hall of a Taoist temple, and its status is equivalent to that of the Main Hall in Buddhism.

Rats were moving on the beams. Although Qingyun Temple was small, the Sanqing Hall was quite large and had been renovated in a magnificent manner.

At this moment, the door of the Sanqing Temple was closed, and the eternal lamp inside emitted a dim light through the paper windows.

"Found it, it's here!"

Zhang Huaiyi drove a rat to climb from the beam into the Sanqing Temple. The talisman soldier was hidden in the rat's mouth. A pair of barely detectable eyes observed the scene below through the rat's slightly opened and closed mouth.

The Sanqing Hall is extremely solemn. The eternal lamp on the altar illuminates the statue of Yuanshi Tianzun holding a jewel in his hand, the statue of Lingbao Tianzun holding the Tai Chi diagram, and other sculptures such as Taishang Laojun holding a fan.

In front of the statues of the Three Pure Ones, the abbot of Qingyun Temple and other Taoists were sitting cross-legged on cushions with standard smiles on their faces.

"There seems to be something wrong with these people?"

Having learned from the previous experience of being discovered for staring at the paper man's head, Zhang Huaiyi did not look at them directly, but only observed them out of the corner of his eye.

This method seemed a little unreal at first, but after getting used to it for a while, he realized something was wrong.

The light from the eternal lamp shone on the people in Qingyun's audience, but it did not have the luster of human skin. It looked dull and dark, as if it were made of paper.

"Paper...paper man!"

"The Taoists at Qingyun Temple turned out to be paper figures. I spent a whole day with them and didn't even notice anything!"

Zhang Huaiyi was so shocked that even his eyelashes, which were closed in meditation in the guest room, fluttered for a moment.

The paper figurine making skills are really amazing, it is so real that I can't even tell the difference! !

Zhang Huaiyi talked to himself, but even though he had doubts, he did not go directly to look at these paper figures. Instead, he walked around the beams of the Sanqing Hall.

During this period, the controlled mouse tried to look down with its eyes several times, but was repelled by Zhang Huaiyi's mental power.

"Since everyone in Qingyun Temple is made of paper, where are the real people?"

Zhang Huaiyi was puzzled.

At this time, the night wind blew in from the crack in the door, and the hair of the paper people in the hall was blown. The hair fluttered in the candlelight, like poisonous snakes dancing wildly. This scene was extremely weird.

But Zhang Huaiyi, who was on the beam, couldn't help but feel happy. Hair, hair, it is impossible for paper figures to have hair. No matter how superb the paper figure-making technique is, it is impossible to make realistic hair. Therefore, most of the paper figures on the market wear a hat.

He had been with these paper figures for a whole day. If there was something wrong with their hair, or if they were using a trick, he would not have failed to notice something, unless...

Zhang Huaiyi's eyes lit up. Unless they were real people and their hair was real hair, it was just that their bodies were covered with a layer of paper.

This would explain why they were so realistic and why he could not find anything unusual, because the people in front of him were actually the people from Qingyun Temple.

It's just that they are controlled by some means, and all their actions are controlled. Therefore, whether it is eating or attending morning and evening classes, everything is rigid, dull and inhumane.

After figuring everything out and knowing the whereabouts of the people in Qingyun audience, Zhang Huaiyi immediately wanted to drive the rat away, as it was not advisable to stay here for long.

But just as this thought came to his mind, a sudden panic made his body freeze, as if a poisonous snake was crawling up his spine. The horrible and terrifying feeling gripped his body and mind, making him unable to move.

"Oops, I was discovered!"

At this critical moment, Zhang Huaiyi relied on his strong willpower to break free from the control of that terrifying mental force, instantly unleashed the technique of turning beans into soldiers, and his consciousness returned to his body.

In the guest room, Zhang Huaiyi's real body had his eyes closed, and his hands under his wide sleeves were clenched tightly with bulging veins, but he did not say a word, did not open his eyes, and did not show the slightest sign of abnormality.

He was extremely alert, vigilant to all movements around him, and at the same time began to silently recite the Helping Soldiers Technique. He opened his clenched fists, and slowly formed seals, performing the ritual of inviting the gods to possess him.

However, every time when he reached the last step of the ritual, he would stop and then recite the mantra and seal it again. This was to ensure that if anything happened, he could invite the deputy leader of Tiantong Hall out at the first time.

at the same time.

In the Sanqing Hall, all the people who were sitting cross-legged in front of the statues of Sanqing stood up.

Their bodies did not move, but their heads turned little by little. Each of their completely different faces had the same eyes, staring straight at a certain place on the beam.

The mouse on the beam was thankful for the resistance in its mouth and the disappearance of the interference in its brain. It was unaware that death was approaching. It bit the soybeans in its mouth in revenge, crushing and chewing the little thing that had tortured it, and then swallowing it alive.

But the next second, its body was suspended in mid-air, as if grabbed by an invisible hand and then tightly squeezed.

There was a "puff" sound, and its body was twisted and deformed, with its internal organs squeezed out, and then it fell to the ground with a "thump".

Then, a pair of cloud shoes fell down and moved the body of the poor little thing, but only found a pile of dull flesh and blood, as well as some undigested filthy things in the stomach and intestines.

"Pooh!"

A shrill woman's spitting voice echoed in the hall, and then the sole of a shoe fell and crushed its remains into a pile of mud.

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In the guest room, Zhang Huaiyi kept reciting the Bangbing Tactics silently until dawn, and only stopped when there was a knock on the door.

"Brother from the headquarters, the abbot invites you to attend the morning class!" The childish voice of the little Taoist priest came from outside the door.

"Okay, I'll be right over!"

The Taoist priest outside went away and Zhang Huaiyi breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the crisis was over.

Next, if nothing unexpected happens, after morning classes and breakfast, we will be able to leave this damn place and return to Longhu Mountain.

At that time, we can close the door and let our brother go!
(End of this chapter)