Immortal Immortal

It was dark.

The streets and alleys are shrouded in strange lights.

Today's teaching Taoist temple was called "Kowting Immortal Gate" in ancient Tianjian Sect, and it was the only opportunity for ordinary people to come into contact with Tianjian Sect.

But who would have thought that Knocking on the Immortal Gate would turn into a weird and inexplicable shadow puppet show?

Night is approaching, and the sun is still lingering on the horizon, making the Ziyang Palace filled with a fiery sunset.

There are no ghosts or monsters around, but the number of shadow puppets on the wall is increasing, and the facial features composed of lines are becoming more and more real.

The resentful Yueqin is playing, with the second string as the supplement, and with the beating of the dry drum, a creepy singing can be vaguely heard.

"The lanterns are used to renovate the drama, and Gu Nang wanders around to realize the realism."

"Three feet of raw silk is used as a stage, and all ten fingers are used to express humor."

………

Ziyang Palace is like an extremely absurd shadow puppet show, with incomprehensible things revealed everywhere.

As the opening of the Shiye Taoist Temple approaches, the shadow puppets are becoming more lifelike.

If you get closer to the wall, you can still hear scattered noisy discussions.

In the shadows of the alley, two people walked cautiously along the road. Wherever they passed, the shadow puppets showed frightened expressions.

Li Mo held the Phantom Fish Sword in his hand and stared at the strange shadow puppets from the corner of his eye.

"Senior Brother Taiji, stop looking."

Taoist Ye Zhuo was frightened, fearing that Li Mo would cause some taboo.

You know, it will be dark in half an hour at most. If something unexpected happens, you may be besieged by a large number of sword demons.

"Let's go."

Shadow puppets are scattered all over the Great Sun Sword Tomb, and they should be derived from the Great Sun Sword Tomb.

Li Mo suspected that the predecessors of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs were ancient monks.

They were probably once high-ranking sword cultivators of the Tianjian Sect, but during the drastic changes in the world, they were reduced to sword tombs without consciousness.

Li Mo has been digesting the feedback from the Book of Creation these days.

The image in his memory was that the Heavenly Sword Sect turned mortals into shadow puppets and seemed to be harvesting supplies, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"The logic is a bit weird. Maybe when the Taoist temple is opened, we can get a glimpse of the reality."

Li Mo suppressed his distracting thoughts and asked softly: "Ye Zhuo, how long will it take?"

"Don't worry, we will definitely be able to get to [Zhaxu Temple] before dark."

Taoist Yezhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and kept muttering in his mouth to determine the route the two of them would take.

The route may not seem complicated, but in reality all aspects must be taken into consideration.

The Taoist temples that Taoist Ye Zhuo passed by all knew the taboos in advance, and deliberately avoided the sight of the sword ghost, forming a dark under the lamp.

"The sword ghost in Chaxuguan is called [Donkey]. You and I can blend in with the accompanying sword ghosts."

The pace of the two gradually accelerated.

As a big night traveler, Lvke's strength is already comparable to that of the Tiangong period, plus there are immeasurable taboos, making it difficult to deal with it head-on.

Taoist Ye Zhuo found out the taboo of night outing with his unknown means.

The deeper he goes into the city, the easier it becomes.

"The central area of ​​Ziyang Temple is very densely populated with Taoist temples, so there are very few sword cultivators coming and going. It is actually safer."

When the two of them passed by a dilapidated Taoist temple, Taoist Ye Zhuo knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside.

"If you don't mind me, you can stay at home for one night."

Li Mo squinted his eyes and looked inside through the crack in the door.

I saw an old woman with wrinkled skin all over her body, leaning on a human bone crutch, with countless bedbugs crawling out of her skin.

"Xiao Yeyou [Red Sleeves], if you offer three or two skins, you will be protected."

Li Mo was thoughtful.

In the memory of the Book of Creation, there was a female cultivator named Hongxiu from Yu Xiao's sect.

The reason why Li Mo had the impression was that Hongxiu's appearance was comparable to Yu Xiao in the Tianjian Sect at that time.

Of course, Senior Sister Yu Xiao has always been known for being cruel and ruthless.

Zu Xiuyun chose Yu Xiao based on three-thirds of the twelve mantras, Jin and Xijuyi, which has already shown that the fifth senior sister is definitely the ultimate in swordsmanship.

"Senior Brother Taiji, remember the location of the Red Sleeve Taoist Temple. If we encounter danger, we will separate and evacuate here."

Li Mo nodded in agreement.

It has to be said that although Taoist Ye Zhuo has a somewhat curious interest, none of the other sword cultivators in Ziyang Palace understand the sword ghost as well as he does.

Taoist Ye Zhuo was afraid that Li Mo would not like it, so he explained: "If you go to Juxin Guan as early as possible, you can hide in the dark and become invincible."

"You do it your own way."

"good."

"Next, we have to go from the edge of the Night Tour Shinto Temple to the Taoxu Temple. The taboo there is silence, no sound is allowed, and we will encounter various taboos."

Taoist Ye Zhuo continued with a solemn expression: "No matter what action I make, senior brother, you must do it immediately."

Li Mo had previously learned about some of the taboos from Taoist Ye Zhuo, but the latter was not sure whether the taboos had changed.

Taoist Yezhuo has been able to survive in Ziyang Palace for three hundred years because he does not judge danger based on his own experience and must not be preconceived.

After confirming the matter again and again, the two people disappeared into the alley.

There was deathly silence.

There are overgrown weeds in the gaps between the floor tiles, and crickets lie motionless on the branches and leaves.

Li Mo saw that the cricket was also transformed by the flying sword, but it was so weak that it was not even considered a cocoon sword and a chrysalis sword.

The pace of their footsteps quickened. After all, they were monks in the distraction stage, and their control over their bodies and souls had reached the extreme.

After walking out for ten minutes.

Li Mo noticed that lanterns were lit up in the alleys in the distance, and there seemed to be a black shadow with long arms and legs standing among them.

When Taoist Yezhuo saw this, he broke his neck without hesitation and turned his head to look behind him at 180 degrees.

Li Mo did the same thing, but found that at some point, a black shadow had arrived within ten meters, and only the naked eye could catch it.

The black shadow looms like a ghost.

Taoist Yezhuo kept turning his head, even if his bones were overwhelmed, he did not stop.

Only when they left the range of the lantern did the black shadow disappear.

Taoist Yezhuo took a deep breath, pointed his hand at his eyes, then closed his eyes and turned into the street on the right.

Li Mo closed his vision and relied on sensing Taoist Ye Zhuo's aura.

The eardrums vibrate.

There should be some musical instruments playing, and the rhythmic sword energy was trying to get into Li Mo's brain, but it lacked the visual triggering taboo.

He could smell the pungent smell of blood, and his feet could clearly feel that the ground was covered with blood and even broken limbs.

"..."

Li Mo suddenly thought of a possibility, and a chill ran down his spine.

In ancient times, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect encountered drastic changes in the world, and their alienation went out of control, causing them to become the first batch of sword ghosts.

The so-called taboo.

Could it be related to the cause of their death?

Hongxiu died of peeling; Zhuozhu died of burning; Wuxin died of imparting karma; the preceptive monk might have been a Buddhist cultivator who came to Tianjianmen to investigate, and died of six impurities...

"Common, common, common."

Blue veins popped out on Li Mo's forehead, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Who the hell can tell me how a mortal can kill everyone in Tianjian Sect to death?!"

"The survivors were frightened and hid in the container, surviving for thousands of years and still talking about it with disgrace."

"Huh, it's over." Taoist Ye Zhuo let out a long breath.

The Big Night Tour occupies at least three to four hundred Taoist temples. When the two of them passed by the edge, they had already seen the horror of the taboos in the training stage.

Taoist Ye Zhuo laughed strangely.

Perhaps it was the constant experience of licking blood from the tip of a knife that made his mental state slightly weird.

Li Mo's thoughts were interrupted, and he no longer studied the secrets of Tianjian Sect. He looked up at the clouds and saw only the setting sun hanging low on the horizon.

About to fall into endless darkness.

They did not dare to stay too long and continued to walk through the same streets and alleys, arriving at their destination under the gaze of strange shadow puppets.

Look around.

There are eight temples in Chaxu Temple, from which the smell of livestock permeates, and the skins of various cattle and sheep are dried on the walls.

"The best spiritual materials are enough for refining hundreds of magic weapons. Junior brother, I used to come here every few days to get a few to repay the debt..."

"Pay off the debt?"

Li Mo had a playful look on his face, and Taoist Ye Zhuo realized the gaffe and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, there is a Taoist temple of the Night Wandering God outside the Ziyang Palace. The rules inside are very similar to those in the mortal cabinet, but the bets are more special."

"I squeezed a few times inside, and I was almost crushed to death."

Li Mo understood that Aifang was another name for the casino, but he didn't expect that Taoist Ye Zhuo had sneaked out of Ziyang Palace. There was really no taboo.

Taoist Yezhuo coughed a few times and said, "Senior brother, please don't tell Elder Luoyang."

"Although many sword cultivators have done this, they are not allowed to leave the Ziyang Palace. I am just... taking a chance."

The corner of Li Mo's mouth twitched. Is it because the sword ghost from Ziyang Palace got tired of playing with it?

Taoist Yezhuo said no more. He leaned on the courtyard wall with his right hand and climbed into the Taoist temple. He conveniently put a few pieces of fur that had been dried into a storage bag.

"I'm familiar with Donkey. We can just treat it as our own home."

There are many storage bags around his waist, obviously made by different sword cultivators, and some of the storage bags even have a strange aura attached to them.

It seems that Taoist Yezhuo did some dirty things in order to repay the debt.

Li Mo activated the Cave God's Dharma Eyes and scanned the building of the Chaxu Temple. He found that there were fat and strong domestic animals in the side hall.

Domestic animals are not ordinary animals, they are forcibly transformed by sword ghosts.

Li Mo saw a yellow ox, which was obviously a new member of the Caoxu Guan. There were stitching marks on the fur all over its body, and blood oozed out.

The structure of the scalper's body is very deformed, as if it is randomly filled with flesh and bones.

Li Mo suspected that the donkey squeezed the sword ghost into minced meat and stuffed it into different pieces of fur. When the wounds healed, it turned into domestic animals.

"Bullshit..."

Taoist Yezhuo stopped, pointed to the open door of the main hall and said, "That's the donkey guest."

"No matter day or night, donkey travelers spend most of their time resting."

"It doesn't matter even if you are noticed. It will just stuff you into the hide. Keep your consciousness awake until the donkey falls asleep, and you can escape easily."

The so-called donkey guest is a pile of flesh and blood that barely becomes a humanoid.

The four- to five-hundred-meter-long body lay flat in the main hall, covered with livestock fur, and traces of rough sewing could be seen.

The Book of Creation was touched, and sporadic memories poured out.

"Bat Beast."

The bat beast is a strange beast that traveled around the Tianjian Sect in ancient times. It looks like a manta ray in the ocean.

Unsurprisingly, Luke's predecessor was Elder Qu Zhi of the Tianjianmen Beast Control Hall.