Chapter 675 It’s Him?

The Sanyin Sect's Taoist temple is built in the Dragon Burial Pit, surrounded by mountains on three sides. There is only a small gap in the north, which diverts river water into the valley and revitalizes the entire terrain.

There are also experts among the monks of the sect. As soon as they arrived, they built an altar in the north, so that the flag and Xuan altar would seal the only exit.

The ancient method of Feng Shui focuses on wind and water flow. They blocked the living eyes and were not prepared to give me a chance to escape.

"This time it's a bit uncertain." I held the Shifang Talisman and slowly approached the Taoist Temple Beishan. The closer I got, the less sure I felt.

The key to this confrontation is not me, but when Master Wang can refine the Yang Talisman.

"Master Wang can control 10% of the power of the Ten Directions Ghost Refining Formation in the formation eye. Now even if I want to kill him, I still need to weigh it." The refining speed of Yang Fu is much slower than I thought, and Because of this, I have a little suspicion about Master Wang, but it is just a suspicion. After all, he has no reason to betray me.

"Don't trust those who employ, and don't trust those who doubt. If he needs time, I will give him time." I climbed up Beishan and hid among the rocks. Through the heavy fog, I used my judgment to observe the altar at the break.

About half an hour later, people began to appear one after another outside the mountain.

They wore different clothes, some were in suits and leather shoes, some were wearing Taoist robes, and some were wearing coarse linen and linen clothes, looking like ascetics.

I glanced up and saw at least six or seven figures. They were walking at the front, occasionally talking to each other, their expressions were serious, and most of them were sad.

"With these few people, can they set up the mountain-sealing formation in just one morning?" As soon as I had this idea, I saw more monks wearing light-colored robes farther away, about twenty in number. People around.

"Are these all disciples of the five great sects?"

If you look closely, you can see that the monks in the back wearing light-colored robes have a much lower status than the monks in the front.

They carried various magical instruments and flags on their backs, and some even held statues of the Three Pure Ones in their arms, working together to carry the offering table and so on.

"The monks in the back are generally not high-level, their eyes are cloudy, and although their bodies are strong, they are not as agile as practitioners, so there is nothing to worry about." I mainly focused on the monks in front of me, who were dressed in different styles. The most eye-catching one is a middle-aged Taoist priest walking on the left edge.

He was wearing a gold silk robe and looked luxurious, but his face was extremely gloomy, and his exposed fingers were tightly clenched together, as if there was anger in his chest that could explode at any time.

"The robes of this middle-aged Taoist priest are very similar to those of the juniors of the Jinshan Sect. Could it be that he is the Taoist of the Jinshan Sect? Wei Jianming's master?" I looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest's expression and became more and more sure of my guess: " All the second-generation disciples were trapped and killed, so I will definitely go berserk, this old Taoist priest has good self-cultivation."

I only dared to make a few jokes like this in the big formation. Once outside the big formation, I'm afraid people wouldn't give me a chance to speak and would just kill me.

Continuing to watch, the seven monks walking in front, apart from this person who is suspected of being an upright person of the Jinshan Sect, there are also a few who are a bit special.

Next to the middle-aged Taoist priest stood a skinny old man. He looked older than Xu Yan. He was not wearing a Taoist robe, but was dressed in coarse linen clothes. There were two strings of golden bells hanging around his waist. He jingled as he walked. non-stop.

The reason why I pay attention to this person is not because of his age, but every time the bell rings, even if I stand in the big formation, I will feel dizzy, as if my soul will fly out of my body as soon as I close my eyes. .

"This old man is very strange and can't figure out the way out."

To the right of the old man stands a Taoist priest wearing a blue Taoist robe and holding a canopy ruler. The Taoist priest's body is full of yin energy, and there is a faint cry of a kid in his sleeves. He looks very evil.

"Ghost cultivator? Maoshan Yin Master?" The reason why I came to this conclusion was because there was a young man following behind this person. He seemed to have made a big mistake. He lowered his head slightly, but from the corners of his eyebrows, He could vaguely recognize that this young man was Leng Qingxuan: "The one holding the Canopy Ruler is his master? Counting the Daozheng of Jinshan Sect, it seems that all the people who came this time are people of Xu Yan's level."

I know the strength of Xu Yan and Lu Jingxiu well. If I calculate it based on this, my chance of winning is really small.

Standing next to Master Leng Qingxuan is a heavenly master wearing a green-black Taoist robe. I am also very familiar with his clothes. They are exactly the same as those worn by Xu Yan. This person is from Qingcheng.

The two people standing on the far right kept their distance from the five people. What surprised me was that neither of them wore robes.

One of them was in a suit and leather tie, and he looked like an ordinary office worker. To be honest, his temperament was incomparable to that of several heavenly masters. If it weren’t for the wrong occasion, I would have thought he was here to sell something. member.

As for the last person, I was even more puzzled. He turned out to be an old acquaintance of mine.

He is tall and has a calm expression. He is over fifty years old, but the years have not left the slightest trace on him.

I have met this man more than once. I don’t know his full name, but I know that many people respectfully call him - Mr. Chen!

"Why is he here?" The moment I saw this old man, I was stunned. This was completely beyond my expectations.

"Something's wrong! Something must have happened in Jiangcheng that I don't know about!" Through the heavy fog, I stared at Mr. Chen, his face uncertain.

Before the Deep Dream live broadcast started, he took the initiative to find me and wanted me to save Ye Bing. It can be said that half of the reason why I finally made up my mind to enter Ye Bing's dream was because of him.

"Why does Mr. Chen appear here? Which faction does he represent?"

My mind is full of questions. Mr. Chen is the founder of Tiantangkou, a famous philanthropist, and a retired university professor. Although I don’t know what he teaches, does this person have too many identities?

I couldn’t help but think of the stuffed bear’s dream. In Chen Jiuge’s real dream, Mr. Chen appeared as a faceless man. My inference at that time was that Mr. Chen represented the omnipotent god in Chen Jiuge’s heart, so I used the word “faceless”. Instead, now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that my previous thinking was biased.

"This problem, Mr. Chen, is too big."

During that live broadcast, I had a guess deep in my heart: Could Mr. Chen be the Double-Faced Buddha? Or is he also a double-faced Buddha?

Because special fates are extremely difficult to screen, and all of Double-Faced Buddha's subordinates have special fates. I can't think of any place other than an orphanage where you can easily find someone with a special destiny and train him secretly from an early age.

This is one, and the second is what I experienced in deep dreams.

The betrayers and the Double-Faced Buddha reached some agreement. They wanted me to join, but it was difficult for them to go out in the dream and they couldn't find me at all, so they could only let me go to the dream to find them.

At this time, Mr. Chen's behavior seemed very suspicious. He acted with emotion and reason, and kept persuading me to enter the dream. Now thinking about it, this is probably not a coincidence, but an arrangement from the beginning!

I narrowed my eyes and touched my wrist. The string of Buddhist beads that Mr. Chen gave me was now hanging on my wrist.

This string of beads contains merits and can slightly change my luck. It is very useful for me.

"It's not safe. When I leave, I won't be able to keep this string of beads."

After waking up from the initial shock, I quickly thought about countermeasures. I had long thought that Mr. Chen was not a simple person, but I didn't expect that his background would be so unexpected.

In order to find out Mr. Chen’s identity, I risked exposure and walked dozens of meters toward the edge of the fog.

Adjust your breathing and use the breathing method in this position to barely hear the conversations of several people.

The seven leading monks gathered at the altar and asked the disciples who were following behind to disperse outside the formation. Basically, there was a sect disciple guarding them every few dozen meters with an order flag.

"If the mountain is really going to be closed, why would they spend so many resources against me? Didn't I tell Leng Qingxuan that the real murderer is the Double-faced Buddha?" I looked at Leng Qingxuan who was following Maoshan Yin Master, Looking at him with his head lowered and listless, "Leng Qingxuan is not the kind of person who knows how to calculate. There is no need for him to hide what I said from the master. Thinking about it this way, someone should be causing trouble! As a result, the monks of the sect did not Go to Xinhu, but use all your strength to deal with me!"

With my eyebrows raised, I looked at Mr. Chen in the crowd and locked my eyes on him.

"What ability does this old guy have that can actually influence the judgment of the five great sects?"

While I was thinking, another Taoist priest in golden robes walked out of the mountain forest outside the Shifang Ghost Refining Formation to the north. This man looked elegant and elegant, just like a scholar in ancient times.

Several monks around the altar were not surprised when they saw this person. They seemed to have expected everything.

Among them, the middle-aged Taoist priest who was suspected to be the Taoist of the Jinshan Sect also said hello to the man: "The dual skills of the Miaozhen Talisman Formation, it is really amazing when I see it today. Such a huge formation can be built in just two hours. It should be Long admires it.”

"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Yinglong. The terrain here is magical, and Jiangcheng is a thousand-year-old city. There is an eighteen-mile Feng Shui array remaining around it. I just made some minor changes based on this array, and then used it to show my shame. "The scholar-like Taoist priest in golden robes looks humble, but in fact he speaks softly but with firmness.

"With the help of the ancient Feng Shui formation around Jiangcheng? Are these guys looking for death?" I hid in the Shifang Ghost Refining Formation. With the help of the mist formed by the formation, I overheard their conversation and slowly figured it out. The identities of several of them.

The scholar-like Taoist priest in golden robes is Lu Chen's uncle. He is good at setting up and dismantling formations. He is called Ye Qingqiu.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in golden robes is called Xu Yinglong, and he is a Taoist priest of the Jinshan sect. My guesses about the following people are pretty close, except for two people who I am not too sure about.

The man in the suit didn't say a word from beginning to end, and his identity could not be determined. The other one was Mr. Chen. He didn't talk much. He only occasionally learned from other people's conversations that he seemed to be related to Xiaozhuangguan.