The God and Buddha are actually me

"Five dou of rice, Longhu Mountain?"

Shao Yun pondered the name, but had no impression.

Ao Li was startled. Longhu Mountain, could it be that the dragon refers to her and the tiger refers to Yue Ling?

Thinking this way, it is quite appropriate, but I don't know what the five dou of rice refers to.

Zhang Jiuyang did not explain immediately, but began to quietly look at the ruins of the jade tripod that once shocked the world six hundred years ago.

The mountain gate was dilapidated, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and it was filled with an atmosphere of corrosion by time. Weeds were overgrown, and many of the finest red sandalwood had softened, and it seemed that it would turn into powder with a slight touch.

Especially those temples that had been abandoned for a long time, there were still some remaining statues, covered with cobwebs, some only had half of their bodies left, and some even had their heads on the ground.

Although it was still daytime, there was a strange gloom here, and the surrounding clouds and mist made it difficult for the sun to penetrate. The daytime was like dusk, and it was even more imaginable if it was night.

Ah Li hugged Zhang Jiuyang's thigh and said that she was afraid of ghosts.

Little Shao Yun also swallowed nervously and said, "Master, the people down the mountain say that Taixuan Mountain is haunted and fierce, and people often go missing. Do we really have to stay on the mountain tonight?"

Although in his heart, the master is a symbol of invincibility, like a fairy, but the child's fear of ghosts is hard to erase.

So he quietly approached the master and the junior master uncle, and stood in front of the junior master uncle like a little adult to protect him.

"Haunted..."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, raised his foot and prepared to step into the mountain gate, but at this moment, a figure seemed to appear vaguely in the clouds in the distance.

It seemed to be an old Taoist priest covered in blood, with dim eyes and a ghostly shape.

When Zhang Jiuyang stepped into the mountain gate, the old Taoist priest disappeared again, as if the previous glimpse was just an illusion.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that there might be something unclean here.

"Master, I seem to have seen a person..."

Shao Yun held his master's hand tightly, looking a little nervous.

"Don't worry, it's not a person, it's a ghost."

Shao Yun was startled, and then his face became more nervous.

Zhang Jiuyang laughed and said, "Come with me to stay for one night. By the way, let's go to Tianmen Terrace first to see what the secret left by your father is."

He didn't care much about the so-called old emperor's secret, but now his curiosity was aroused.

After many years, the old emperor has passed away, and Jingye Division is still tracking Shao Yun. Even the White Clothes Alliance is running for that secret, saying that it can shake or even overthrow the Daqian royal family.

After entering the Yuding Mountain Gate, Ao Ya also put away her magical powers and turned into a little girl in black with baby fat.

Although she looked small, she was extremely powerful. She directly moved the broken walls and ruins with one hand, and found many plump and juicy insects from below. She bit them, and the juice splashed, and she was all confused by the fragrance.

"I like... here..."

She rolled on the ground happily until she saw her sister's face gradually darkening, and then she carefully gave half of the insect in her hand to her sister.

Ao Li: "..."

Everyone moved forward slowly. On the way forward, the surrounding clouds and mist kept changing, and it seemed that the direction had also moved.

Yuding Palace was already very large, and with the fog that blocked the vision, ordinary people could easily get lost, but it was naturally not a problem for Zhang Jiuyang and others.

"Ao Ya."

He called softly, and Ao Ya pulled out a wild grass, poked it in his nose, and then sneezed.

"A-choo!!!"

The sound was like thunder, and it even set off a whistling wind, which directly blew away all the annoying clouds and mist, and the area within hundreds of feet was clean.

And just at the moment when the clouds and mist dissipated, Zhang Jiuyang saw the old Taoist priest covered in blood again. The other party was standing on a small road, appearing for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Jiuyang stopped and frowned slightly.

"Brother Jiu, I'll go get him!"

A Li raised her two swords, ready to move.

"Don't worry."

Zhang Jiuyang said thoughtfully: "He doesn't seem to be scaring us, but... leading the way."

Ao Li echoed: "Yes, I don't feel any malice, he seems to be guiding us intentionally."

"And he shouldn't be a ghost, it seems to be just a wisp of obsession, an obsession that has gone through hundreds of years and is unwilling to dissipate."

Shao Yun's eyes widened when he heard it. What kind of obsession would not dissipate after six hundred years?

In order to confirm his guess, Zhang Jiuyang deliberately stopped and didn't move.

After a while, the figure of the old Taoist priest really appeared again, staring at them with those dim eyes. Although he was still expressionless, Zhang Jiuyang seemed to be able to feel the other party's urgency.

He was really leading the way!

And seeing that Zhang Jiuyang and others didn't catch up, the old Taoist priest's eyes began to glow with a strange light, and the blood-stained clothes on his body seemed to flow.

An invisible force rippled.

The Jade Tripod Thirty-Six Methods of Expelling the Ghostly Pupil!

This method is quite similar to the Guanzi Daluo Mantra of the Two-Faced Buddha. It is a spiritual secret technique that uses pupil power to drive illusions and subtly influence people's souls.

No wonder the tomb robber who set up a stall said that he explored Taixuan Mountain with his friends that year, but after seeing an old Taoist priest in blood-stained clothes, he walked up the mountain with blurred eyes and never came back.

Among the crowd, only the mute servant and Shao Yun were affected by this spell. Their eyes were blurred and they were about to follow the old Taoist priest, but suddenly they heard a thunder, and then they woke up as if from a dream, their faces pale.

"Let's go, let's go and see what he is up to."

Zhang Jiuyang stepped towards the old Taoist priest, and everyone followed him closely.

After walking through a narrow path and twisting and turning, the old Taoist priest finally stopped after walking for an unknown period of time.

Shao Yun couldn't help but exclaimed.

There was a very open place in front of him, and there was a statue of an old Taoist priest with white hair and a childlike face, holding a fairy tripod in his hand. His eyes were deep and compassionate. Even after more than 600 years of wind and frost, it can still be seen that the sculpture is exquisitely crafted.

This is the statue of Guigu Immortal Master, but what made Shao Yun exclaim was not the statue, but the densely packed corpses under the statue.

The corpses were in different degrees of decay. Some were already bones, while others were still attached to some flesh. Mosquitoes were everywhere, and the stench of corpses went straight to the top of the head.

This scene was very strange. Under the statue of Yuding Patriarch, there were tens of thousands of corpses. Judging from the remaining clothes, they did not seem to be Yuding disciples, but foreign monks who disappeared in the past six hundred years.

They coveted the treasures and methods in Yuding Palace, but in the end they all died here for some reason.

In addition to the statues and corpses, the most eye-catching thing here was a big bell.

It was an ancient bronze bell about two feet high, full of copper rust, covered with spider webs, and a huge piece of wood hung in front.

The old Taoist priest stood in front of the ancient bell, looking at Zhang Jiuyang quietly.

"Does he want me to... ring the bell?"

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