Chapter 1572: Sowing Seeds and Reaping Fruits

"And the two people just now, when we mentioned the nightmare, their reaction was very obvious, which means that their experience last night was the same as ours. Taking a deep breath, the woman sat upright, "Don't alarm them for the time being. If you are involved in the nightmare tonight, you can try to contact them, but only in the nightmare."

"Why... Since we already know there is a problem, why don't we leave here?" The maid who was reprimanded before couldn't help asking. At this moment, she had tears in her eyes and was obviously scared.

The middle-aged man with a knife glanced at her, "You can think of the problem, but we can't think of it? Do you think we don't want to leave, the key is whether we can get away?"

The maid rolled her throat when she heard the words, and her subconscious reaction was to look at the old man Song dressed as a porter. This man is the leader of the Taoist school and is proficient in the art of yin and yang.

Mr. Song exhaled helplessly, "I went out for a walk this morning and found that there was fog around the temple."

The maid was shocked, "Is it poisonous miasma? "

The poisonous miasma in Lingnan is really strong. They suffered a lot in it before and were almost wiped out. Until now, she still feels dazed from time to time and has forgotten how she managed to save her life from the poisonous miasma.

Hearing this, Mr. Song shook his head slowly, and his face became ugly. "I'm afraid it's not that simple. After all, the poisonous miasma is afraid of wind, but the fog outside is not afraid of it.

After a while, the woman was the first to react, "Why, Mr. Song, you mean that the fog outside can't be blown away by the wind?"

"Yes." Mr. Song nodded solemnly, his voice becoming more cautious, "Not only that, I also folded two cranes with our secret paper and sent them into the fog, and set up three incense sticks. Normally, no matter whether it is good or bad, the paper cranes will fly back. The brighter the secret paper, the more evil the evil things inside. But this time, until the incense was almost burned out, there was no movement in the fog, and the paper cranes disappeared, and..." Mr. Song's fingers holding his knees tightened, and the blue veins on his arms emerged. It was obvious that he was in great panic.

Mr. Song's appearance made everyone shudder. The anxious middle-aged man couldn't help asking: "And... and what?"

Mr. Song raised his head suddenly and said in an unbelievable voice: "And the three incense sticks I set up for kowtow... exploded!"

"Exploded?" The middle-aged man was confused and blinked: "What does it mean that the incense exploded?"

"It's not that the incense exploded, it's that the incense exploded." The old man beside him was obviously more experienced in this matter, but at this moment the old man's face became paler, as if his blood was drained.

Mr. Song trembled and took out a folded piece of yellow paper from his arms. After the yellow paper was opened, there were dozens of incense pieces inside. Seeing this, the middle-aged man took a breath of cold air. He saw that the broken part was very rough, not like it was broken by human hands, but it was indeed more like it exploded suddenly.

In just two days, first the treasure of the sect was destroyed, and then the paper crane disappeared and the incense exploded. Mr. Song felt desolate in his heart. This situation in front of him might not have been experienced by the ancestors.

But Mr. Song is worthy of being the leader of the sect. After a few breaths, he adjusted his state again, his brows full of determination, "People in the world think that we alchemists only seek immortality, and our skills are only based on the art of blessing and the Yin-Yang and Five Elements. Little do they know that we are also based on eliminating demons and protecting the people. Since I have encountered you this time, there is no reason to stop fighting. Don't worry, I will use all my life's knowledge to protect you. If I die unfortunately, I ask you to rush out of the evil temple and go to my sect to tell me about this matter, and I will have my own way. The young generation came to exorcise the demons. "

The heroic woman said: "If Mr. Song dies here, then we have no chance of survival. Besides, the situation is not clear yet, so we must not give up on ourselves."

"Does Mr. Song have any way to break the evil?" The middle-aged man looked at Mr. Song. The situation in front of him could not be solved by brute force. He did not believe in ghosts and gods before, but now he witnessed the power of it with his own eyes. He was almost scared by the sudden appearance of the handsome man last night.

This time, Mr. Song did not shirk, but nodded carefully, "I do have a clue. When the incense was blasted, I vaguely saw several figures from the incense mist. One of them was the monk mentioned by the lady before, the crazy monk who was forced to drink and eat in the dream." Mr. Song emphasized.

"What about the rest of the people?" The middle-aged man leaned forward and asked.

"Huh..." Old Mr. Song let out a long sigh, and said with some relief: "It was the two little brothers we rescued. We reap what we sowed. Whether we can survive this disaster this time depends on them."

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Near the dining hall, Fatty Jiangcheng turned around several times, but did not see the figure of Monk Huicong. Fatty sat on the steps in frustration. He was still thinking about Huicong. After all, he remembered how hard those people beat him last night, and the blue and purple scars on Huicong's body.

"Hey~, hey~"

Just as the two were thinking about where to look for him, suddenly, a familiar giggle came from behind them. The two turned around and saw Monk Huicong hiding behind a tree not far away, with only a big bare head showing and grinning at them.

"Master Huicong." Fatty's face was full of surprise.

But unlike the fat man, Jiang Cheng's first reaction when he found Huicong was to be shocked. After all, they had looked around and didn't see Huicong at all. Moreover, the tree was not far from them. How could the monks in this temple appear and disappear so mysteriously, and how could they walk without making any sound?

"Hey~, come on, come on."

Jiang Cheng Fatty looked around and found no one paying attention, so he walked up quickly.

After not seeing him for a night, Huicong seemed to be thinner, and his clothes were more torn because of the tearing, like a torn bag on his body. The fat man had sharp eyes and saw the bloody wound under the hole in the clothes at a glance.

The fat man stretched out his hand and pulled Huicong's clothes down. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. He saw that Huicong had many more bruises on his body, and there were blood marks left by the whip. These scars were very fresh and didn't even have time to scab.

Jiang Cheng's eyes changed. These scars were obviously left by the beating, which means that what he saw last night was real, but why... why was the monk Huiming who was beheaded alive and well?

Huicong didn't seem to care about these, just tilted his head and smiled foolishly at Jiang Cheng, then stretched out his dirty hand and said incoherently: "Baby... Baby, give it to me."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted. Huicong was talking about the paper figures from yesterday, and he did catch one in his pocket. He didn't expect that he would notice it.

But as the paper man was taken out, the next second, Jiang Cheng and the fat man's faces all changed. This tall and thin paper man was actually the dead young man.