Chapter 1650 Qingfeng Temple

"That Crimson is still alive, or the dead one is not the Crimson we thought at all!"

"Ah?" The fat man was confused and didn't react for a long time.

"Have you ever considered the possibility that those four corpses are really Song Tianming and the four of them?" Jiang Cheng's face became more solemn, "We have been separated for too long."

After a few seconds, cold sweat broke out on the fat man's forehead, "You...you mean all four of Song Tianming were replaced? Those people who died just now...were all ghosts?"

Looking at the bloody corpses not far away, those corpses felt so real to him. The fat man shook his head violently. He even felt that there was something wrong with his mind, "No, definitely not." If Song Tianming and others are still alive, where are they? "

Jiang Cheng stood up and patted the fat man on the shoulder, "I also think this possibility is very low, but I have to guard against it. Go back, call Ye Qiutang, and let's sneak back to the west wing to take a look."

The fat man suddenly realized something. The last time they didn't even enter the courtyard door of the west wing, they were intercepted by Zhao Dutong who jumped down from the tree, and then led them here by twists and turns.

After going back to the room, he briefly explained a few words and took Ye Qiutang with him to rush over. Before he could step out of the door, the fat man suddenly looked at Ye Qiutang and reminded him in a natural tone: "Miss Ye, you have to put away that jade pendant.

Ye Qiutang frowned, "Don't lie to me, I'm real. I just gave the jade pendant to him!"

At this moment, the fat man's tense face relaxed a little. After all, he hadn't seen Ye Qiutang for more than ten minutes. As long as he was out of sight, he would suspect something was wrong with everyone.

On the way back, everyone became more and more careful. The journey went smoothly. All the monks disappeared. Worried about being ambushed, Jiang Cheng and the other three stopped far away from the west wing and looked for a remote path. However, Until they entered the west wing, they didn't see anyone.

With that dim light, the newly ignited hope in Ye Qiutang's heart was shattered. This place was still the same as before she left, and no one had ever come back.

Mr. Song, as well as Zhao Dutong and Chief Murong, are really dead and will never come back.

Ye Qiutang looked at the layout of the room and the items they left in the room, and felt a little confused for a moment.

"I said, look quickly." The fat man's voice came, and he looked far away outside the door.

Jiangcheng Ye Qiutang also saw it. The sky in the distance turned white. This was... it was getting dark!

Sure enough, the suffocating cycle of reincarnation was broken, there was no longer a boundary between night and day, and they no longer needed to fall asleep.

"It's done! What Taoist Master Ling Xiao said is true!" After experiencing such a night and seeing the dawn again, the fat man's mood could not be expressed in words at all.

After closing the door and taking advantage of this period of time, the three people in Jiang Cheng took a short rest and waited for the sky to light up outside. After the three people in Jiang Cheng simply ate something, they opened the door and walked out.

But this time, while walking in the yard, they suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if something was wrong around them.

The road is still the same, and the wall is still the same, but it feels different, as if everything around it has become simpler and thicker.

But it didn't take long for the three of them to be shocked by the scene in front of them. They turned out of a small road and faced a building in front of them.

This building has gray bricks and gray tiles, with copper bells hanging under the eaves, and moss growing on the edges of the steps paved with bluestones. Looking up, you can see the black and simple wooden door open, and a four-legged square incense burner engraved with Bagua patterns on the end of it. Sitting in the building hall, there are incense burning inside, emitting waves of fragrant mist.

"Is this...a Taoist thing?" The fat man was shocked. After all, he had walked this road more than once. He clearly remembered that this place was originally a side hall of the temple, where Bodhisattvas were enshrined.

The next second, before they could react, a Taoist priest wearing a blue robe walked out of the building. The Taoist priest was originally carrying the rattan chair in his hand, but after seeing the three people from Jiang Cheng, he immediately put down the rattan chair and walked over. He bowed his hands to the three of them and performed a standard Taoist ceremony, and then chanted in a long tone: "Fu Sheng... Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

"Three pilgrims, do you want to offer incense?" The Taoist priest raised his head and looked at the three people in Jiangcheng with an unusually pious face.

But the fat man's face suddenly changed, because this person looked familiar to him. He was from Monk Huiming's group, and he had followed Monk Huiming to chase them not long ago.

Seemingly frightened by the fat man's strange eyes, the Taoist priest looked at the fat man and saluted again, "Pilgrim, you..."

At this moment, Jiang Cheng also understood that it was Taoist Lingxiao who suppressed the evil spirit that was parasitic on Master Fuji. Now the illusion was broken, and the precepts-holding temple returned to its original appearance. This was Qingfeng Temple.

Since it is a Taoist temple, the people inside are naturally Taoist priests.

Jiang Cheng imitated the Taoist priest's actions and bowed back, "Dare you ask me the name of the immortal?"

"I dare not, I am a poor Taoist." The Taoist priest became more humble.

"It turns out to be Taoist Master Xuancheng. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Where do the Taoist priests from Qingfeng Temple practice? We want to take a look." Jiang Cheng asked.

"Do you practice? Of course it is in the Jingshi Pavilion. Pindao and his senior brothers all practice here." The Taoist priest replied very piously, "But the three pilgrims there cannot enter."

"It's okay. I'd like to trouble the Taoist priest to take us to take a look. We can just take a look outside the door."

After repeated requests from Ye Qiutang of Jiangcheng, the Taoist priest Xuancheng could not resist and had to take the three people there. The further they walked, the stronger the strange feeling in the fat man's heart became. This was clearly the road to the Merit Hall.

However, in the Zhijie Temple, the Merit Hall is also a place for the monks to cultivate merit, and the two functions are the same.

Standing outside the so-called Jingshi Pavilion and looking inside, the three people in Jiangcheng felt like they had traveled through time. The building was still there, but the style had changed. The nobleness of the Buddhist sect had changed to the simplicity and heaviness of the Taoist sect today. There were also constant sounds of chanting scriptures coming out of it. What was even more mysterious was that the two Taoist priests standing outside the courtyard gate were the two monks who had guarded the Merit Hall before, but they had changed their clothes, grown their hair, and tied a Taoist Hunyuan bun on their heads.

"Three pilgrims, this is where the disciples of this temple practice, so it is inconvenient to visit." One of the Taoist priests who had rejected Jiangcheng came out, with a serious look on his face.

"No problem, may I ask the Taoist's name?" Jiang Cheng smiled very casually and bowed.

The Taoist did not dare to neglect and immediately returned the greeting, "I dare not, I am Taoist Xuan Yi."

"So it is Taoist Xuan Yi, haha, may I ask Taoist Xuan Cong... where is he?" Jiang Cheng asked with a bow.