Chapter 1567 I Would Rather Stay in a Desolate Grave than in a Wild Temple

"What did you say, Mr. Song?" the young man closest to him asked with a puzzled face.

But Mr. Song ignored him at all and continued to talk to himself: "Also, why should we save those two people?"

"That's what the lady meant." The middle-aged man continued. To be honest, he was not very satisfied with this matter, but it was just not convenient for him to say it.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Song turned to look at him and asked in a questioning tone: "What do you mean, Miss? In your impression, would the Miss do such a thing?"

The middle-aged man who was questioned was stunned. His first reaction was that he was a little angry. After all, Mr. Song said that Potian was just the leader of one of the alchemists, and he was a serious and powerful general. If he hadn't given the lady face, , he would not pay attention to these sorcerers who were pretending to be magicians, but just as he was about to get angry, Mr. Song said again: "And Zhao Dutong, according to your character, you will see the young lady bringing two people who are about to die. A burden and not dissuaded?"

Zhao Dutong opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Indeed, he knew the character of the young lady and would definitely not do such a thing, and he himself would not even mention it. He had no more than three to five hundred lives on his hands. He was a true warrior on the battlefield, and all his achievements were made with his own sword. According to his temperament, he would chop off the two useless men while the young lady was not paying attention, so as to avoid any delay.

But judging from the results, none of them did this, and they took good care of these two people along the way, until they saw the torches of the monks returning to the temple at night from a distance.

"What Mr. Song said makes sense. These are indeed very strange. We are like...like different people." The maid who stood in the corner and remained silent also spoke.

"The strangest thing is me!" Mr. Song's breathing gradually became faster, and the contrast between his whole body was huge. "How could I...how could I not stop you? It's fine that you don't understand some truths, but I didn't either. Stop it, how can I forget that I would rather stay in a deserted grave than enter a wild temple?”

Hearing this, the woman in the middle couldn't sit still. She stood up and stared at Mr. Song, "Mr. Song, if you always have something to say, just say it clearly."

"Is there... something wrong with this temple?" the woman asked in a low voice. She also vaguely sensed something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Mr. Song took a deep breath, then nodded with a gloomy expression.

"Is the feng shui here wrong?" the woman asked cautiously.

Mr. Song's face was cryptic, "It's not just about Feng Shui. To tell you the truth, all the Feng Shui techniques I have learned all my life are of no use here. This place blocks the wind and water, and it is a... desperate place!"

Although I didn’t understand what this so-called Jedi actually meant, Mr. Song’s expression definitely showed that he was in danger. The woman had also seen big scenes. She just took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: “Can you control it? I remember that Mr. Song should be carrying a physical Ganoderma Jade Zen Patriarch with him. This is the most precious treasure of your alchemist sect. I think that when there was an evildoer in Heming Mountain, he also used this statue..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Song stood up and took out a wooden box from the pole he picked up. He opened the box and found a jade statue inside.

Needless to say, the portrait is ingenious. The most mysterious thing is that the portrait has no head, but a Ganoderma lucidum is wrapped around the portrait, part of which just forms the head of the portrait.

It can be seen that after seeing this treasure of the alchemist sect, everyone present took a breath of air-conditioning, because the appearance of this treasure has completely changed. The Ganoderma lucidum head has rotted, and the originally unusually clear facial features have been rotten together. , like a rotting human head, accompanied by bursts of bloody stench.

"The evil spirit here can destroy the most precious treasure in my sect. It seems that God is going to destroy our alchemist sect..." Old Mr. Song gritted his teeth, "I'm afraid this temple gate is inaccessible, but not out."

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The fat man in Jiangcheng lay side by side on the broken straw mat, his stomach growling. The fat man had thought about going to the dining hall to eat porridge at night, but he didn't expect that there was a rule in the temple not to eat after lunch.

In fact, they still have food, but they get it from their "benefactors". Now they don't know whether those people are humans or ghosts, good or bad, so they can only watch the food.

"Don't think about it, just go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you sleep." Jiang Cheng comforted him, "You go to bed first and I'll keep watch."

The fat man sighed and said that he could still overcome his hunger, but what he was really worried about now was Yao Shunyu and Li Bai. This mission was different from the past, and the whereabouts of these people were all unknown.

"Those two people are more powerful than you think. If we are more careful, they will find any abnormalities we can find. And I have already sent them a message and given them the clues we confirmed." Jiang Cheng said.

Even so, there is no news about Yao, Shun, Yu, Li Bai, and Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie, which is not a good sign.

It was late at night, and Fatty fell asleep. Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall and kept vigil alone. There was only one candle lighting the room. The candle flame kept swaying, and the wind was blowing from nowhere.

Slowly, a sudden sleepiness came over him, and Jiang Cheng lowered his head.

I don't know how much time passed, but Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a hand touching him. He suddenly woke up the next second and saw that the room was completely dark, and the candle was extinguished at some point.

"It's me, doctor." The fat man's voice was trembling, and he seemed to be frightened.

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng lowered his voice.

"I don't know. I just woke up and it's like this. Also, outside... there seems to be a sound outside. I heard the sound..."

The fat man stopped talking here. Jiang Cheng pricked up his ears. Sure enough, there was a rustling sound outside. The sound was not loud, but a little messy, as if there were many people.

"Did you open the door?" Jiang Cheng looked at the door. At this moment, the door was about one-third open, and a layer of cold light was spread on the ground outside.

"It's not me, how dare I." The fat man immediately denied it.

Jiang Cheng walked to the door and slowly opened it. There was nothing outside the door, and the strange sound became clearer. The fat man originally guessed that it was the sound of chanting. After all, Monk Huide and others said more than once that they wanted to cultivate merits, but now it sounds like it's not.

The two quietly left the room and followed the sound. The temple was empty at night. The two soon came to an antique building. This place is located in a remote area, and there is light coming from the building.

Fatty Jiangcheng's face became more and more strange, because they smelled a special fragrance. The two quietly came to a window of the building and looked inside through the gap. The scene in front of them really confirmed their guess.

They saw a carefree scene inside. The shirtless monks sat crookedly on the table, and some were drunk on the ground. The table was full of wine, meat and dishes. They drank wine in big bowls and ate meat with big mouthfuls, just like the outlaws.