I have a long pupil

Chapter 145

"died!"

Zhang Biao was surprised and asked, "What happened?"

He can't say what he likes or dislikes Xu Yuan, after all, the two have only met once, and the other party is at least superficially warm.

But Xu Yuan's identity is not simple, he is the leader of Xuandu Guanhe, and he is responsible for collecting information about Liang.

Sudden death must not be that simple.

Lingchong hesitated, but still said: "Forget it, this matter is not a secret, I am afraid it will soon spread throughout Huaizhou, and speaking of it, it has something to do with fellow Taoist Tai Sui."

"You were outside the city of Yujing, and once beheaded Zhou Ke, a disciple of the Yanjia Sect. The Tiandimen who accompanied you came to Huaizhou, and were caught by the disciples of the Yanjia Sect. In order to protect yourself, you revealed the treasures of the Daye Emperor's Tomb..."

"Those elves?"

"That's right, mortals don't understand, but monks can tell when they hear it, it's the treasures in the imperial tomb, and it's still a nest."

"It's not a big deal to make artifacts refined, which can be used to refine magical artifacts or become spiritual pets, but if they gather in large numbers, they will be of great value."

"Those disciples of the Yanjia Sect ran into the imperial mausoleum, but only one escaped, and became mad and revealed the matter."

"Treasures are attractive, and it's not easy depending on the situation. Naturally, many monks went there. At this moment, there is a mess there. Not only are strange things happening in the tomb, but there are also people outside who secretly murdered the disciples of the sect. They are already dead. Few people."

"Uncle Xu Yuan invited people to investigate, but in the tomb, he suffered from erysipelas and died at the hands of evil things..."

Zhang Biao was stunned when he heard this.

One of the purposes of his coming to Huaizhou was to explore the Imperial Mausoleum of Daye, but because the quality of equipment was not the priority for him, he was not in a hurry to go there.

Unexpectedly, it has become such a situation.

Ling Chong was also obviously in a bad mood, shaking his head and said: "Uncle Xu Yuan left his post without authorization and died, and I have sent a letter back to the sect for the matter of the mandrill."

"But the matter of Mandrill cannot be delayed. I went to Duliang Mountain to see it again. The poisonous fog appeared for longer and longer. I am afraid that the day of escape is coming soon, and there is no delay in re-sealing it!"

Zhang Biao frowned, "I don't know much about your sect's method. You can set up a seal on the sacrificial altar without Xu Yuan presiding over it?"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Tai Sui."

Lingchong said confidently: "I have invited a master in my sect, whose Taoism is far better than Uncle Xu Yuan, with her help, I will surely succeed, but just in case, I still have to invite fellow Taoists to hold the line."

"When?"

"Tomorrow at noon."

After speaking, Lingchong left in a hurry.

Before leaving, he glanced curiously at Liu Ling in the center of the village, he didn't know what he thought of, sighed, and murmured: "What a powerful earth spirit, Master Xu Yuan is too careless, to miss this thing, It's a pity that there is already a spirit witch..."

The tall willow tree exudes a peaceful atmosphere, the red ropes tied on the willow sway in the wind, and a small temple is built under the tree.

In the incense hall of the temple, Yu Ziqing slowly opened his eyes, looking at the direction where Ling Chong was leaving, a trace of worry flashed across his brows, then he got up in a hurry and found Zhang Biao.

"Brother Zhang, Xuandu Guan seems to have malicious intentions..."

As he spoke, he repeated Lingchong's soliloquy.

Ling Chong didn't have the eyes of spirit vision, and Liu Ling deliberately hid it, so he didn't expect that Liu Ling could monitor everything in the God's Domain.

"It's okay."

Zhang Biao shook his head with a smile and said, "Xuandu Temple's method can pull Liu Ling into the court of God, but it must be enlightened. Now that Liu Ling has chosen you as a spirit witch, they will have no chance."

"Innate spirituality is very stubborn, if you try to force it, you will be counterattacked by Liu Ling."

Yu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words.

Zhang Biao asked again: "Have you learned your magical skills yet?"

The spells of the spirit witches are related to the ancestor spirits they support.

Liu Ling can currently use divine spells: imperial planting, repelling darkness, distributing fog, storing wind and absorbing energy, so Yu Ziqing can also perform them.

The magical technique of repelling darkness can drive away evil spirits, and distributing fog can hide the cottage, store wind and absorb energy, which can be regarded as a kind of Shinto feng shui formation method.

Although he is not good at killing, it has a lot of benefits for Qingfeng Village.

With the strength of Liu Ling, he can also control more divine arts, and even under the guidance of Yu Ziqing, he can specially develop the art of defeating the enemy.

Of course, Yu Ziqing is still far from being able to do it.

Speaking of this, Yu Ziqing's eyes revealed a hint of excitement, "Brother Zhang, please follow me."

"It's still a secret..."

Zhang Biao laughed dumbfoundedly, and followed him to the small temple.

In another room in the temple, Wang Xin was sitting cross-legged in meditation, practicing the "Blood Control and Demon Refining Method", and the scales on his face had obviously faded a lot.

After retreating for several days, he finally got started.

Yu Ziqing is not good at conquest, and Wang Xinyu has a strong body in magic arts, and with the help of Liu Ling, he can calm his mind. The two are simply natural partners.

Zhang Biao didn't bother, and followed Yu Ziqing into the incense hall.

Under Yu Ziqing's signal, the two of them crossed their knees directly into meditation, leaped into the spirit world with a leap of their souls.

Zhang Biao was a little surprised. He didn't wear a Nuo mask. This was the first time he entered the spirit world by other means.

What surprised him even more was that the small temple also appeared in the spirit world, and was wrapped in light green aura, so it was no longer corrupt.

In this case, there is only one possibility:
This small temple has become a special building.

Yu Ziqing said excitedly: "It's like this when I woke up this morning. Not only that, the spiritual world is also changing."

With that said, he took Zhang Biao out of the courtyard.

Outside the door is still Qingfengzhai, but most of the pavilions are rapidly decaying, and there is no one there.

Zhang Biao quickly noticed the difference.

Within the Liu Ling Divine Realm, even if he didn't have a face, he could still see clearly without the black mist covering him.

Not only that, but the plasma-like sludge and various mildew spots on the ground also became much lighter, revealing black soil.

"This……"

Zhang Biao was shocked, even he didn't expect that the vulgar god could do this.

He didn't know what to think, and turned around quickly.

Liu Ling in the spirit world has also changed.

On the canopy of the tall tree, the willow branches swayed slowly, emitting a light green light, filling the entire Divine Realm.

And on the trunk, an old man's face unexpectedly appeared, with calm and gentle green eyes, without a trace of expression.

"Liu Ling is reshaping God's Domain."

Yu Ziqing bowed respectfully to Liu Ling, his eyes full of excitement, "I may understand the way of spirit witches, the human race provides incense, and the vulgar gods provide us with shelter."

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Zhang Biao bent down, grabbed a handful of blackened soil, looked around, and exclaimed, "This is a high-quality spiritual field!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered the inheritance of Jiangliang, and said with a smile: "In the future, if you kill ghosts and gods and get spirit corpses, you can irrigate this place and use it to grow elixir, and Qingfengzhai will also have a foothold."

"Is it still possible?"

Yu Ziqing's eyes lit up, and his face was full of excitement.

He first entered the path of practice, and by chance he became a spirit witch, and he was full of curiosity about everything.

Zhang Biao also nodded slightly, satisfied in his heart.

Compared with Fang Xiangzong, the spirit witch's combat effectiveness is indeed not strong, but it is also the best logistical support for being in the same line of witchcraft.

It's a pity that some precious medicines usually take hundreds of years, otherwise his "Three Yang Jing" taking method would have been settled.

After leaving the small temple, Zhang Biao returned to his hut.

The cliff cave on the mountain has not yet been built, so the medicinal materials and utensils brought from Taizhou and the newly dug Sanmingdi Huozhi were sealed in jade boxes and hidden under the bed.

With Liu Ling watching, no one can sneak in without being discovered based on the monks he has seen.

He had already prepared the medicine for "Three Gods Guixue Decoction". The ginseng was replaced with dragon's blood spirit ginseng, and Huang Jing used part of the giant tortoise's flesh and blood, and exchanged a few plants with the Zheng family.

Although it is not considered a high-quality medicine, it has hundreds of years of history.

This is the task of the local gentry. To collect resources for the sect, it was originally to be handed over to the Xuandu Temple, but obviously the flesh and blood of giant tortoises with high grades are more suitable.

Both parties get what they need, and everyone is happy.

As for the medicinal soup, it is planned to use tortoise shells to boil.

The efficacy of this "Three Gods Guixue Decoction" must far exceed the castrated version of "Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup", but Zhang Biao was not in a hurry to refine it.

He sat cross-legged and continued to carry the big Zhou Tian.

Nine weeks later, I suddenly felt tightness in my chest. I unbuttoned my shirt and found a dense layer of moss and mildew on my chest.

Zhang Biao is not surprised either. The way of expelling erysipelas is inherently strange, and it is related to the type of drug properties.

After scraping off with a knife, I feel refreshed.

Checking with the eyes of spiritual vision, the erysipelas state has disappeared.

Zhang Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

This erysipelas is really sinister, Xu Yuan's kind of old fritters, even if he is not careful, he will die from it. Tomorrow he will seal the mandrill, if it happens when he starts, it will be bad luck.

Thinking of this, he prepared the materials and equipment for the operation, and refined a few more refreshing pills...

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At noon the next day, it was foggy.

At the foot of Duliang Mountain, the Zheng family has sent a large number of people to block the road into the mountain, and brought in large and small wooden tables, and even an incense burner.

"Fellow Tai Sui, let me introduce you."

Lingchong brought three young Taoists, "These are my brothers from the same sect, Lingyuan, Lingfeng and Linghui."

"I met Tai Sui Taoist friend."

"I have seen you all."

Perhaps it was Ling Chong's confession that when the three of them faced Zhang Biao, they were polite and restrained their arrogance.

Zhang Biao didn't care either.

These people are the same as Lingchong, all of them are second-rank Huang, but they only master the talisman and don't know the altar.

It seems that ordinary disciples of the sect, even if they have extraordinary aptitude, their practice speed is not fast, unless they pay a heavy price like the monks of the mind or the masters of the killing sect.

Zheng Yongxiang and the old man from the Zheng family were also there.

Ling Chong looked at the mountain, and said solemnly: "I saw it yesterday, the poisonous fog on the mountain will dissipate for two hours in the afternoon, and you will carry your things up the mountain later, and then leave immediately."

"Yes, Master Immortal."

As soon as the words fell, the poisonous smoke slowly sank into the ground on the mountain road of Duliang Mountain.

"Right now, hurry up!"

Lingchong gave an order, and the disciples of the Zheng family immediately lifted up the wooden table, tribute flags and other things, and ran up the mountain with their feet off.

The scene in front of me was a little ridiculous, but no one could laugh.

Lingchong is much better than Xuyuan, and he didn't hide it from the Zheng family. Everyone knows what consequences will happen if the seal fails.

Zhang Biao naturally followed up the mountain.

They came to the tomb of Princess Fu Yunrong, and under the command of Ling Chong, they quickly put the wooden tables, big and small, in their positions, placed various tributes, put up the array flags, and placed the incense burner.

Zhang Biao looked aside curiously.

He was very curious about this sacrificial altar magic.

At this moment, Lingchong lit a signal firework, a yellow smoke rose into the sky, and there was a loud explosion in the dense fog above.

Only then did he solemnly say: "Fellow Tai Sui, my senior is a vulgar god of a different kind, not a demon. When you see it later, don't panic."

Alien, panic...

Zhang Biao already had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, under the abyss of the Duliang Mountain cliff, there was the sound of falling stones, and then a giant snake climbed up the steep cliff.

It was Aunt Yanshan.

"Fellow Daoist, don't panic!"

Ling Chong exhorted again.

However, after Yan Shangu appeared, she quickly crawled over, her bright eyes were full of joy, and she arched Zhang Biao with her big head.

Looking at the dull eyes of several people, Zhang Biao said helplessly: "I can explain this..."

(End of this chapter)