The wind was howling.
On the instrument, Yi Xin Dao finished explaining the situation and punched his palm.
"I was going to forge an instrument before going down the mountain to help my disciple. But I didn't expect that Sen Yunzi's soul lamp would be dim this morning. Maybe something bad has happened …"
"No one preaching, spontaneous fanaticism?"
Chung Shen-soo felt troubled after hearing that. He comforted him, "It's just that his soul lamp is dim, it's not extinguished. Maybe he's just trapped by a seal. There's still hope …"
The Soul Lamp Spell was a spell passed down by Yi Xin Dao. Every cultivator who joined the sect would light a lamp and store it in the Ancestral Hall.
If it was dim, it meant there was still hope.
Luo Village was very close. Yi Xin Dao rode at top speed. After half a day, Chung Shen-soo saw a small village.
Yi Xin Dao lowered his instrument and said to Chung Shen-soo, "My disciple said he wanted to explore the ruined temple. Maybe the danger is there. What do you think?"
"Then let's go and take a look …"
Chung Shen-soo agreed. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. "This village … seems to have no one alive."
"Is that so?"
Yi Xin Dao was shocked. He formed a spell to protect himself before entering the village.
Whoosh whoosh!
The west wind blew. The sound of doors that were not closed could be heard from the streets.
There was no one on the streets or in the houses.
The wind was so lonely that it made one's scalp tingle.
"Looks like Sen Yunzi did something to cause this place to change. There are so many villagers, they can't have disappeared …"
Chung Shen-soo did not care about hiding anymore. He released the Tai Qing Demonic Celestial Light.
This spell was passed down from the Taishang Dragon Tiger Sect. It could refine demons, protect oneself, and prevent evil from invading.
At the same time, he was ready to use the Headless Count. His spiritual sense spread like a spider web.
Yi Xin Dao looked serious. He took out a peach wood sword.
He didn't recognize Zhong Shenxiu's protective spell. He calmly said, "A villager going missing must be a major event that will shake the entire county. But the government hasn't sent anyone. Perhaps the news hasn't spread in these past two days …"
"I think we should go take a look at that run-down temple."
Chung Shen-soo nodded. He stepped on the bluestone floor and slowly walked forward.
Suddenly, his spiritual perception was triggered, and he reached out to grab it.
A piece of straw paper that had been rolled up in the air was caught by his right hand and slowly unfolded.
Sure enough, it was written in a child-like font, with a few passages of nonsensical scriptures. The wrong words and sentences were all over the page, making one dizzy just by looking at it.
"Eh? Something's wrong! "
Chung Shen-soo glanced at it and suddenly felt that the pitch-black strokes seemed to have turned into some kind of wriggling worm.
His spiritual perception was triggered again, and scenes seemed to appear in front of his eyes.
It was a scene of a scholar with a pale face and bloodshot eyes, reading a book day and night.
The scene changed. The scholar's expression became fanatical. He used his own blood to melt the ink and copied the scriptures.
The scene changed again. It was a book printing workshop in the countryside. Pages of engraved paper were being baked and dried …
Among the countless engraved plates displayed on the table, one of them seemed to be damaged and had errors.
Those errors actually formed a sentence in the end.
No! It was the name of a scripture — "Black Lotus Great Venerable's Doomsday Original Wish Scripture"!
…
"Fellow cultivator! Fellow cultivator! "
Chung Shen-soo heard Old Taoist Yi Xin's call. He let out a long breath and became clear-headed.
"Fellow cultivator, when you saw this straw paper just now, you became dazed. I almost thought that you were being suppressed, and I had to use a Mind Cleansing Incantation or a method to remove the suppression to save you …"
Seeing that he had woken up, the old Taoist also let out a long breath and asked, "What's so special about this paper?"
"There's no bewitching spell attached to it, but there's a trace of evil aura … In other words, it's somewhat similar to the power of the Western Evil God …"
Chung Shen-soo expressed his judgment, "I'm afraid that the Black Lotus Great Venerable behind the scenes is not someone that you and I can deal with."
"How could I dare to have such extravagant hopes? I only hope that I can save my disciple. When I return, I'll seal the Sect of One Mind. At most, I'll write a letter and hand this matter over to Luozhou's officials to resolve … "
Old Taoist Yi Xin quickly waved his hands.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. Let's take a look at the dilapidated temple and then leave."
Chung Shen-soo nodded and said.
He had a premonition that the disciple of Old Taoist Yi Xin was probably already dead.
In an empty village, there were no clues worth mentioning. The two of them walked quickly and arrived in front of a dilapidated temple.
The signboard of the temple had long disappeared. It was unknown who had taken it to make a fire. The other doors and windows were mostly the same. Only the frame was left, and it seemed like it would collapse at any time. It was obvious that it had been abandoned for a long time, and it was unknown which deity was worshiped there.
Chung Shen-soo and Old Taoist Yi Xin were both prudent people. They did not enter rashly, but used the Spirit Eye spell to peep into the temple at the same time.
The dilapidated temple was not big. They could see the end with a glance. On the altar in the hall at the entrance, there was a Guardian Vajra of the Buddhist sects.
It was eight feet tall and muscular. It held a magical bell in its hand and seemed to be roaring angrily. However, because it had not been taken care of for a long time, the golden paint on its body had fallen off, and there was a layer of pitch-black ashes on it.
"Everything in this temple is normal."
Old Taoist Yi Xin was a little dazed.
If there were no clues, how could his second disciple find it?
"Let's go in and take a look first …"
Chung Shen-soo felt that something was not right. However, this was a small place. As long as it was not the headquarters of the Black Lotus Group, he was not too afraid.
The two of them walked into the temple one after another.
At this moment, as a Herdsman, Chung Shen-soo pressed his forehead. His spiritual perception became stronger.
"Death, death … This place is filled with the dense aura of death … Those villagers most likely died … But so many people died at once. Where are their souls?"
With some doubts, Chung Shen-soo looked at the Vajra.
Crack!
Crack!
A soft cracking sound rang out.
Old Taoist Yi Xin suddenly raised his head and looked at that deity.
Cracks that resembled spiderwebs appeared on the deity's face. It shattered inch by inch, revealing the face of a man in his thirties.
He suddenly froze, and tears streamed down his face. "Disciple …"
"This is Sen Yunzi?!"
Chung Shen-soo also looked at that face.
At this moment, the flesh on the other party's face squirmed, and a third eye suddenly opened on his forehead!
Strands of black hair were crawling in and out of his cheeks like worms.
Bang!
The Vajra Guardian statue shattered, and the mud-like substance landed on the ground. It gave off an intense aura of blood, giving Chung Shen-soo the feeling that it was made of flesh and blood.
Finally, what appeared before him was a monster!
Sen Yunzi's chest was exposed, and on it were faces that contorted in pain. They almost covered his entire body.
Just a single glance was enough to give one a splitting headache.
"Qi Deviation? A partially inferior Immortal Transformation? How did he become like this? Was he affected by someone of a higher level?! "
Many thoughts flashed in Chung Shen-soo's mind.
At this moment, many illusions appeared before his eyes, causing him to be momentarily dazed.
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