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"died!"

Zhang Biao was surprised and asked: "What happened?"

He couldn't say much about Xu Yuan's likes and dislikes. After all, the two of them had only met once, and the other person was at least very enthusiastic on the surface.

But Xuyuan's identity is not simple. He is the leader of Xuanduguan, and he is responsible for collecting intelligence from Daliang.

Sudden death must not be that simple.

Lingchong hesitated, but he still said: "Well, this matter is not a secret. I'm afraid it will spread throughout Huaizhou soon. Speaking of which, it has some relationship with Taoist Taoist Taoist Tai Sui."

"You killed Zhou Ke, a disciple of the Yanjia Sect outside the city of Yujing. The Tiandimen who accompanied you came to Huaizhou and were captured by the disciples of the Yanjia Sect. In order to protect yourself, you revealed the treasure of the Daye Emperor's Mausoleum..."

"Those elves?"

"Yes, mortals don't understand, but monks will know as soon as they hear it. They are the objects in the imperial mausoleum that have become spirits, and they are all from the same nest."

"Items become refined and can be used to refine magic weapons or become spiritual pets. It is nothing at all, but when gathered in large numbers, it is of great value."

"Those Yanjia Sect disciples ran into the imperial mausoleum, but only one escaped. He became crazy and revealed the matter."

"The treasure is tempting, and the situation is not simple. Naturally, many monks went there. At this moment, there is a mess there. Not only are strange things happening in the tomb, but there are also people outside who secretly plotted to harm the disciples of the sect. They are already dead. Few people."

"Uncle Xuyuan invited people to investigate, but erysipelas broke out in the tomb and he died at the hands of an evil thing..."

Zhang Biao was speechless secretly.

One of his purposes in coming to Huaizhou was to explore the Daye Emperor's Mausoleum, but because Qi Jing was not his priority, he was not in a hurry to go there.

Unexpectedly, it has become such a situation.

Lingchong was obviously in a bad mood, he shook his head and said: "Uncle Xuyuan left his post without authorization and died, and he was also involved in the mandrill incident. I have sent a message back to the sect."

"But the mandrill matter cannot be delayed. I went to Duliang Mountain again to see the poisonous fog. The time when the poisonous fog appears is getting longer and longer. I am afraid that the day of escape is just around the corner. It is urgent to re-seal it!"

Zhang Biao frowned, "I don't understand your sect's method very well. Can you do it if you set up a seal for the altar without Xu Yuan presiding over it?"

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist Taoist."

Lingchong said with confidence: "I have invited a master in the sect, whose Taoist practice is far better than that of Master Xuyuan. With her help, we will definitely succeed, but just in case, we still have to ask fellow Taoists to hold the battle."

"when?"

"Tomorrow at noon."

After saying that, Lingchong left in a hurry.

Before leaving, he glanced curiously at the willow spirit in the center of the village. He didn't know what he thought of, sighed, and murmured: "What a powerful earth spirit. Master Xuyuan was so careless that he missed this thing. It’s a pity that there is already a spirit witch…”

The tall willow tree exudes a peaceful atmosphere, the red rope tied to the willow tree sways in the wind, and a small temple is built under the tree.

In the incense hall of the temple, Yu Ziqing slowly opened his eyes and looked at the direction where Ling Chong left. A trace of worry flashed across his eyebrows, and then he hurriedly got up and found Zhang Biao.

"Brother Zhang, Xuanduguan seems to have bad intentions..."

As he spoke, he repeated Lingchong's soliloquy.

Lingchong did not have a spiritual eye, and Liu Ling deliberately hid it. Therefore, he did not expect that Liu Ling could monitor everything in the divine domain.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Biao smiled and shook his head: "Xuandu Temple's method can draw Liu Ling into the divine court, but it must be enlightened. Now that Liu Ling has chosen you to be the spirit witch, they have no chance."

"Innate spiritual beings are very stubborn. If they try to force themselves, Liu Ling will fight back to the death."

Hearing this, Yu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Biao asked again: "Have you learned the magic?"

The magic techniques of spirit shamans are related to the ancestral spirits they support.

Liu Ling can currently use magical spells: Control Plants, Dispel Darkness, Spread Fog, Hidden Wind and Inhale Qi, so Yu Ziqing can also use it.

The magic of dispelling mist can drive away evil spirits, and spreading mist can hide the village, hide the wind and absorb the energy. It can be regarded as a kind of Shinto Feng Shui formation method.

Although he is not good at killing, he has a lot of benefits for Qingfeng Village.

As Liu Ling becomes more powerful, he can control more magical arts, and can even be guided by Yu Ziqing to develop special techniques to defeat enemies.

Of course, Yu Zi's pure Taoism is still far from being possible.

Speaking of this, Yu Ziqing's eyes showed a hint of excitement, "Brother Zhang, please come with me."

"It's still a lie..."

Zhang Biao laughed dumbly and followed him to the small temple.

In another room in the temple, Wang Xin was sitting cross-legged in meditation, practicing the "Blood Controlling Demon Refining Technique". The scales on his face had obviously become lighter.

After several days of retreat, he finally got started.

Yu Ziqing is not good at conquests, while Wang Xin is physically powerful in the magic arts, and can calm his mind with the help of Liu Ling. The two are simply natural partners.

Zhang Biao didn't bother him and followed Yu Ziqing into the Xiangtang.

Under Yu Ziqing's instructions, the two of them crossed their legs and entered meditation. Their souls jumped into the spiritual world.

Zhang Biao was a little surprised. He didn't wear a Nuo mask. This was the first time he used other means to enter the spiritual world.

What surprised him even more was that the small temple also appeared in the spiritual world, and was wrapped in a light green aura and no longer corrupted.

In this case, there is only one possibility:

This small temple became a special building.

Yu Ziqing said excitedly: "When I woke up this morning, it became like this. Not only that, the spiritual world is also changing."

With that said, he took Zhang Biao out of the small courtyard.

Qingfeng Village still looks like it outside the door, but most of the pavilions are rapidly decaying and empty.

Zhang Biao quickly noticed the difference.

Within the scope of Liuling Divine Domain, even if he didn't have a Nuo face, he could see clearly without any black mist.

Not only that, the plasma-like sludge and various mildew spots on the ground have also become much lighter, revealing black soil.

"this……"

Zhang Biao was shocked, even he didn't expect that the secular gods could do this.

He didn't know what he thought of and turned around quickly.

Liu Ling in the spiritual world has also changed.

On the tall tree crown, the wicker ribbons swayed slowly, emitting light green light that filled the entire divine realm.

And on the tree trunk, an old man's face appeared. His green eyes were calm and gentle, without any expression.

"Liu Ling is reshaping the divine realm."

Yu Ziqing bowed respectfully to Liu Ling, his eyes full of excitement, "I may understand the way of spiritual shamans. The human race provides incense, and the secular gods provide us with shelter."

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Zhang Biao bent down, grabbed a handful of soil that had turned black, looked around, and exclaimed: "This is a top-grade spiritual field!"

An idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered the Jiangliang inheritance and said with a smile: "In the future, if you kill ghosts and gods and obtain spiritual corpses, you can irrigate this place and use it to plant elixirs. Qingfeng Village will also have a foothold."

"Is this still possible?"

Yu Ziqing's eyes lit up and his face was full of excitement.

He first entered the spiritual path and became a spiritual wizard by chance. He was full of curiosity about everything.

Zhang Biao also nodded slightly, feeling satisfied.

Compared to Fang Xiangzong, the spirit witches are indeed not as powerful in combat, but they are from the same lineage of witchcraft, which provides them with the best logistical support.

It's a pity that some precious medicines often last hundreds of years, otherwise his method of taking the "Three Yang Sutra" would have been figured out.

After leaving the small temple, Zhang Biao returned to his hut.

The cliff cave on the mountain had not yet been built, so the medicinal materials and utensils brought from Taizhou and the newly dug Sanming fire sesame were sealed in jade boxes and hidden under the bed.

With Liu Ling under surveillance, no one among the monks he had ever seen could sneak in without being discovered.

He had already prepared the ingredients for the "Three Gods Returning Blood Soup". The ginseng was replaced with dragon blood ginseng, and Huang Jing used part of the flesh and blood of the giant turtle, and exchanged a few plants with the Zheng family.

Although it is not considered a top-grade medicine, it has been around for hundreds of years.

This is the mission of the local gentry, to collect resources for the sect. It was originally supposed to be handed over to Xuandu Temple, but obviously the flesh and blood of giant turtles with grades are more suitable.

Both parties get what they need and everyone is happy.

As for the medicinal soup, the plan is to use tortoise shells.

The efficacy of the "Three Gods Returning Blood Soup" must be far greater than the castrated version of the "Bazhen Qi and Blood Soup", but Zhang Biao was in no hurry to refine it.

He sat cross-legged and continued to carry the Great Zhou Tian.

Nine weeks later, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. I opened my clothes and found that my chest was covered with a layer of moss and mildew.

Zhang Biao is not surprised either. The way to eliminate erysipelas is inherently strange and related to the properties of the drug.

After scraping it off with a knife, I felt refreshed.

After checking with the spiritual eyes, the erysipelas state has disappeared.

Zhang Biao breathed a sigh of relief.

This erysipelas is really harmful. An old man like Xuyuan will die from it if he is not careful. He will seal the mandrill tomorrow. If it attacks during the attack, it will be bad luck.

Thinking of this, he prepared the materials and equipment for the spell, and refined a few more Awakening Pills...

…………

At noon the next day, there was white fog.

At the foot of Duliang Mountain, the Zheng family has sent a large number of people to block the road into the mountain, and brought large and small wooden tables and even an incense burner.

"Fellow Taoist Tai Sui, let me introduce you."

Lingchong called over three young Taoists, "These are my fellow disciples, Lingyuan, Lingfeng and Linghui."

"I've met fellow Taoist Taoist Tai Sui."

"I've met you all."

Perhaps Lingchong had told them that when the three of them faced Zhang Biao, they were polite and restrained their arrogance.

Zhang Biao didn't care either.

Like Ling Chong, these people are all yellow-level second-grade people, but they only master talismans and don't know how to make altar sacrifices.

It seems that ordinary disciples of the sect, even if they have extraordinary qualifications, will not practice very fast unless they pay a heavy price like the monks of the heart or the masters of the killing cult.

Zheng Yongxiang and the old man from the Zheng family were also there.

Lingchong looked at the mountain and said solemnly: "I saw it yesterday. The poisonous fog on the mountain will dissipate for two hours in the afternoon. You will carry your things up the mountain later, and then leave immediately."

"Yes, Immortal Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the poisonous smoke slowly sank into the ground on the mountain road of Duliang Mountain.

"Now, hurry up!"

Lingchong gave an order, and the disciples of the Zheng family immediately lifted up the wooden tables, tribute flags and other objects, threw off their feet and ran up the mountain.

The scene in front of me was a bit ridiculous, but no one could laugh.

Lingchong was much better than Xuyuan, and he did not hide it from the Zheng family. Everyone knew what the consequences would be if the seal failed.

Zhang Biao naturally followed him up the mountain.

They came to the tomb of Princess Fu Yunrong. Under Lingchong's command, they quickly placed large and small wooden tables according to their positions, placed various tributes, put up formation flags, and placed incense burners.

Zhang Biao looked at it curiously.

He was very curious about this altar magic.

At this moment, Lingchong lit a signal firework, a line of yellow smoke rose into the sky, and there was an explosion in the thick fog above.

Then he said solemnly: "Fellow Taoist Tai Sui, my senior is a strange secular god, not a demon. When you see him later, don't panic."

Alien, panic...

Zhang Biao already had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, under the cliff abyss of Duliang Mountain, the sound of stones falling was heard, and then a giant snake climbed up the steep cliff.

It is Yanshangu.

"Fellow Taoist, don't panic!"

Lingchong warned again.

However, after Yanshangu appeared, she quickly climbed over, her bright eyes full of joy, and she arched her big head against Zhang Biao.

Looking at the dull eyes of several people, Zhang Biao said helplessly: "I can explain this..."