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

Chapter 567: Divine Soldiers Descend from Heaven, Altar Talismans, Showing Off One’s Skills in Front of an Expert
"Are we reaching our destination?"

Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised. Although he didn't bring a watch, he could still judge that less than a quarter of an hour had passed since they set out.

In less than a quarter of an hour, we traveled hundreds of kilometers...

Although this speed is not as fast as Huo De Zong's Fire Escape, it is also incredible and far exceeds the high-speed trains and airplanes of later generations.

"Senior, how should we leave here?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

The spread of Huode Sect requires the help of fire, that is, a special flame with a spell cast on it.

And his way to the secluded place required the use of brute force to tear open the barrier, which caused quite a lot of noise.

What about Nannan’s water method?
Aunt Lan smiled and said, "There are Yin Rivers everywhere in this world, even under the desert. If you want to get out, you can get out anytime."

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly realized that Yinhe actually means an underground river.

In this era, the education level is generally low, and there are wells in many places. People do not understand the source of the water in the wells, so they call it the water of Yin River.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei noticed that their boat had deviated from the main channel of the river and entered a slightly narrower path. This path extended to many tributaries, connecting in all directions.

Aunt Lan glanced at Zhang Huaiyi, who was standing by the lantern with an honest face. Without the protective black mist, this kid was not like the others who had a protective god to protect them. If he was not careful, something bad would happen. She warned:

"We are now traveling along the Yin Vessel. The big river just now is actually the river next to Wen County. Now, we have entered the Yin River below Wen County, and are already right below Qingyun Temple."

"Next, I will leave. Without the protective black fog, there may be some twists and turns on the way out. You should be careful, kid. The river water in the underworld is the most harmful to the soul. It is best not to get contaminated, and you must not fall into the river."

"Because the water of the Yin River can not only damage the soul, but also hide some extremely terrifying Yin objects. These Yin objects are the marks left by some powerful aliens in the outside world after their death. You can think of them as their corpses in the spiritual world."

"The soul and the body have different properties. If the body is left in the outside world, it will rot and give rise to plague and disease. If the soul is left in the underworld, it will also rot and give rise to ominous things."

Unknown... Zhang Huaiyi was digesting Aunt Lan's words when he suddenly heard some very strange noises coming from the bottom of the boat, screams, the sound of flesh being torn, bones breaking, and whispers.

This made Zhang Huaiyi's scalp tingle. He couldn't help but look down and saw large clumps of hair spreading out in the water.

The hairs entangled the boat and began to climb up, but they seemed to be afraid of the green lantern on the boat and did not dare to climb up completely.

"Your Tianshi Mansion sealed the demon here in the past. Many people died here. Although their bodies have been dealt with, their spiritual imprints are still here, so it is normal to have some strange noises!"

Aunt Lan said as if she was not surprised.

"Are there any elders from our Tianshi Mansion here?" Zhang Huaiyi asked.

“No, we have the magic talisman on us. Even if we die, we will not become wandering ghosts, but will return to the Dharma lineage.” Yi Qian said.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't respond, and his mind inexplicably thought of the sacred tree on Nason Island.

Speaking of which, the king and guards of Nasen Island will not truly disappear after death, but will turn into tree roots and return to the sacred tree, providing nutrients for the sacred tree. At the same time, they also coexist with the sacred tree, forming a deformed and strange kind of immortality.

Tianshidu, the holy fire of Huode Sect, and the Nasen sacred tree should be similar things. What kind of situation will we be in after we die?
There is a great terror between life and death...

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, put aside these distracting thoughts, glanced at the water with his eight eyes, and the invisible pressure from Tianpeng Zhenjun pressed down like a wall.

The black hair that was swaying on the water surface like seaweed suddenly stopped, and every strand of hair was stretched straight. Even though there was no human expression, everyone inexplicably saw the word panic from these black hair.

Then, the strange black hair that had been so aggressive just now suddenly shrank back into the water, at a speed more than ten times faster than when it stretched out.

"He still has some brains!"

Zhang Zhiwei said that he was just about to use the power of the Divine Eye to set these black hairs on fire, but he didn't expect that they would run so fast.

"These things don't have brains, they just act on instinct. The malice you showed made them feel fearful, so they ran away!"

Aunt Lan said that, in fact, the scene just now made her take a deep breath.

Although this kind of thing would not endanger her ship, it was difficult to scare it away, so she usually chose to ignore it. But unexpectedly, she was scared away by Zhang Zhiwei's one glance.

With such ability, if nothing unexpected happens, this kid might be a future Heavenly Master...

Aunt Lan thought to herself, took out a small black jar from her bosom, scooped out half a handful of black and gray talisman water from it, and sprinkled it in front of her.

The talisman water floated in the air and slowly fell down, outlining a door in the void.

Aunt Lan said: "When Yin and Yang meet, we need to borrow some Yin and Yang water to open the Yin and Yang path."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boat slowly sailed into the river and left the Yin River. The already low visibility became completely pitch dark. The green light on the bow was the only source of light, and the surrounding area was filled with thick gray fog that was impossible to dissolve.

at the same time.

In the well inside Qingyun Temple, the calm water surface suddenly began to ripple, and an extremely deep fog rose from the water surface, silently covering the top of the well. In the fog, a portal quickly enlarged and nine people emerged from it.

As soon as the nine people landed, they quickly took action.

"Brother, follow me, over here!"

Zhang Huaiyi used thunder to stimulate his meridians, increased his speed, and rushed to the front with lightning all over his body.

Zhang Zhiwei followed closely behind.

On the other side, Zhang Yi, Yi Qian, and four other senior masters quickly set up the altar the moment they landed.

The eight trigrams were placed on the ground, and talismans, golden bells, and other magical instruments were all taken out...

All those present were experienced practitioners, and they were very adept at performing the ritual of setting up the altar. In just the blink of an eye, an altar was ready.

"Tiger steps and dragon soars, doors and gates, doors of people and ghosts, who will protect me... Turn the earth, yin and yang are opening up, laws are everywhere, thousands of ghosts are hiding, hurry up and obey the command!"

In an instant, a mysterious yellow light that was invisible to the naked eye bloomed from the altar, covering the entire Qingyun Temple like an eggshell.

In an instant, everyone felt that the connection between themselves and their own Qi was as if it was grasped by something. It was very obscure and even the movement of Qi was affected.

Aunt Lan was not used to this feeling and frowned slightly.

Zhang Yi handed over a talisman and said, "This discomfort is caused by this altar ritual. It has two functions. One is to form a barrier to seal off everything in Qingyun Temple and prevent it from affecting the market outside Qingyun Temple."

"Secondly, everything within the barrier, whether it is a magic weapon or a puppet, will be disturbed and lose connection with the master for a short period of time. Even their own Qi will be disturbed. This is to prevent the demon from noticing something is wrong and killing the people of Qingyun Temple in a flash."

Aunt Lan glanced at Zhang Yi and took the talisman paper: "You are very thoughtful!"

After saying that, he stuck the talisman on his body. A warm current flowed from the talisman into his limbs and bones. The discomfort just now disappeared instantly.

Zhang Yi said to the four old masters, "You continue to maintain the altar. My brother and I will go to the Sanqing Hall to see how Zhiwei and Huaiyi are doing."

"You two go quickly, leave this to us. The devil hasn't shown up yet, so don't let anything happen to them!"

Said the oldest Taoist priest among the four old masters.

"Don't worry, senior brother. With Zhiwei here, nothing will happen!" Zhang Yi said without any worry.

However, although they said this, they did not stop moving. Zhang Yi and Yi Qian hurried towards the Sanqing Temple.

When they arrived, they saw Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi standing in the hall, frowning at the Qingyun audience lying neatly on the ground. On the ground beside them, paper scraps were scattered all over the ground, and in the corner, a deflated paper head lay quietly there, with eyes painted all over it.

"Where is the devil?" Yi Qian asked as soon as he came in.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "I just checked, the devil is not in the temple. Either she noticed our arrival and ran away, or she is somewhere else. But I guess she is somewhere else, otherwise she will definitely deal with the people in Qingyun Temple."

Speaking of Qingyun's audience, Yi Qian and Zhang Yi quickly looked towards the ground.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yi's eyes were red with disbelief, and he asked, "Are they all dead?"

Yi Qian didn't say anything, but his brows were furrowed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands were clenched tightly. More than a dozen people died in one breath. This had not happened in the Tianshi Mansion for many years.

"Uncle Master, you look at me, are you so anxious?" Zhang Zhiwei said, "They are not dead, they just fell into a coma and cannot be awakened."

Zhang Yi: "Not dead?"

Yi Qian: "Fell asleep?"

The two of them glared at Zhang Zhiwei without explaining anything, which scared them.

"He's not dead. Why didn't you tell us earlier? You scared us to death!" Zhang Yi said angrily.

"Tell me, what is going on?" Yi Qian said.

Zhang Huaiyi said: "The moment the altar barrier rose, my brother and I rushed into the Sanqing Hall. It should be because the barrier cut off the connection between the paper man and the demon. They are all in a downtime state."

"My brother and I took the opportunity to tear off the papers covering their bodies, but we don't know what kind of magic the devil used. The people in Qingyun Temple were in a coma and couldn't be awakened no matter how we called them, not even the Purifying Heart Mantra."

"Let me see what's going on?"

Zhang Yi walked over, checked it carefully, frowned and said:
"There are no external injuries on the body, and the Qi in the body is functioning normally, but he just won't wake up. What's going on?"

"Get out of the way and let me take a look!"

Aunt Lan walked over and said.

Zhang Yi quickly moved aside.

Auntie Lan checked and said, "They are trapped in a nightmare!"

"Nightmare?" Zhang Yi was puzzled. "You said they were dreaming?"

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei said: "It's not a dream, it's an inner scene. They are trapped in the inner scene!"

The current situation of Qingyun’s audience is somewhat similar to that of the programmer in the Biyou Village plot.

It's just that the programmer is lost in the pleasure of the inner scene, while they are trapped artificially.

"That's right, your kid has good taste," Auntie Lan praised Zhang Zhiwei, and then immediately criticized Zhang Yi: "Unlike this old fool, who doesn't know this or that."

She continued: "These people are trapped in their own mental world. In a sense, the interior is their nightmare."

"Then how can we rescue them?" Zhang Yi asked.

Although he is proficient in drawing talismans, he is really not good at the internal scene.

Aunt Lan said: "In this situation, in our words, it should be that their souls have been lost. I can find their souls back through walking in the underworld."

Walking in the Yin direction can allow one to enter the spiritual space of the world, and naturally, it can also allow one to enter one's own spiritual space.

Zhang Zhiwei could enter the spiritual world of these people naturally by visiting secluded places and ghost places.

However, the devil is still nowhere to be found. If he consciously enters the spiritual world of these people, what will happen if the devil attacks?
Saving people also depends on the situation, so he just stood there without moving.

"Then I'll trouble Aunt Lan!" Yi Qian said. Zhang Yi was too embarrassed to speak, so he had to speak up.

"No, that devil is still lurking in the dark. It's not convenient at this time. Otherwise, Aunt Lan, you go ahead and transport them back to Longhu Mountain, and leave this place to us."

Zhang Yi suggested that he didn't want Aunt Lan to stay here and take risks.

Aunt Lan shook her head and said, "In their current condition, they can't escape. They need to be conscious and clear-headed."

Walking in the Yin means passing through the spiritual world of this world, which is the so-called underworld and inner scene, but they are now trapped in their respective spiritual worlds, so naturally they cannot leave.

"What should we do then?" Zhang Yi frowned.

Yi Qian suggested: "It is inconvenient for so many people to lie here, and they are fine now because we are in the barrier."

"If they get out of the barrier, there's no guarantee that the devil hasn't left a hidden hand on them. So please ask Aunt Lan to wake them up here!"

Aunt Lan said, "Okay, I can go in and wake them up, but I can't be disturbed while I'm walking in the underworld. You have to protect me."

"Don't worry, Aunt Lan, with me and Old Yitou here, what are you worried about?"

Yi Qian patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said.

"Him?" Aunt Lan glanced at Zhang Yi and said, "He is unreliable if he doesn't keep his word."

Zhang Yi's eyes dimmed. He knew that Aunt Lan was implying that he had broken his promise that year.

However, despite what she said, Aunt Lan did not stop. She fiddled with the altar of the Three Pure Ones in the hall, and then set up an altar. She took out yellow talismans and stuck them on the foreheads of the people in Qingyun audience one by one.

Afterwards, she sat in the Bagua formation outlined by cinnabar and entered a state of meditation.

at the same time.

Not far from Qingyun Temple is the warlord’s mansion.

A pair of blood-red embroidered shoes slowly walked out of the mansion.

The woman in the red dress raised her head and looked in the direction of Qingyun Temple. Her small face looked like a fine white porcelain mask, delicate but lifeless. Her eyes were full of emotion but without any emotion at all.

"The Heavenly Master is not here, so what about the talismans? The altar rituals? You are just showing off your skills in front of an expert!"

She stretched out her hand towards Qingyun Temple, clenched her five fingers, and slowly closed them.

The eggshell-like barrier covering Qingyun Temple collapsed with a loud bang, just like a pile of sand being pushed by someone.

Inside the Qingyun Temple, the altar that maintained the barrier exploded violently, just like the scenes in movies and TV dramas where Taoist priests failed in a fight.

The four high-ranking monks who were presiding over the ritual vomited blood simultaneously.

Normally, with their level of cultivation, this kind of situation would never happen.

But for some reason, the altar collapsed from the inside, and the divine power from the altar's decree surged, causing them all to be backfired.

At the moment the barrier dissipated, a heart-pounding pressure enveloped the entire Qingyun Temple.

(End of this chapter)