Chapter 173

"Pay! Everyone has a hundred middle-grade Lingyu!" a middle-aged Taoist wearing a jujube colored Taoist robe and a long beard pointed to a large box in front of the crowd.

People, look at me, I look at you. Finally, one person took the lead. All the others took out Lingyu and stuffed it into the box.

Zhao Yuande simply took out the Lingyu and threw it into the box.

"OK! Today we'll talk about the history of Kongshan Taoism! I'll just talk about it once. Don't blame me if you can't remember!" the Taoist in jujube color robe nodded with satisfaction and began his explanation.

Zhao Yuande was dizzy. He always felt strange and mysterious in this matter.

The history of the Kongshan Taoist sect is almost throughout the ancient and modern times. From ancient times to the middle and modern times, Taoist priests in jujube colored Taoist robes spit.

When history was over, everyone was assigned to rest in a dark hall.

Zhao Yuande, who felt very sleepy, easily fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found that it was not dawn, and the people around him all disappeared.

He walked out of the hall strangely and looked at a bright moon in the sky. It was obvious that something was wrong.

How can you feel tired with your accomplishments? How could you fall asleep without warning? Where have all those people gone?

"Whoosh!"

He suddenly heard the sound of breaking the air in the distance. He hurried back to the hall, lay down and continued to pretend to sleep.

Those people did come back, but it seems that one is missing!

Zhao Yuande carefully identified the breath, and sure enough, one was missing.

A teenager came to him, carefully observed Zhao Yuande in his sleep, and then shook his head at the people.

They all took their places and lay down and sleep together.

The next day, at dawn, someone knocked on the door of the main hall and brought breakfast according to the number of people, all of which were simple meals.

However, the Taoist who delivered the meal was not curious about the lack of one person. Instead, he smiled at Zhao Yuande and showed some expectation in his eyes.

Zhao Yuande asked the Taoist who delivered the meal a little.

"Lu Tianshu, the lineage of the Lu family in the northern regions, is the blood sea god. In the later stage of the fetal territory, the body of the Earth Spirit was' corrupted '... Medium-level ingredients, no matching recipe!"

Lu's lineage? Why would the Lu family be willing to be a Taoist here?

Corrupted? What the hell is this?

He turned his eyes to the young people around him.

"Zang Yong, a disciple of the ten thousand poisons cult, lost his soul in the late stage of the blood sea god's conception... Low-level ingredients, matching recipes... List of ingredients..."

Lost soul? What kind of state is this? Zhao Yuande was completely deceived. He had never encountered such a thing and felt strange everywhere.

He looked at these people one by one. The young people around him were in a state of "losing their souls", and they all came from large families and families. They were all talented talents.

Where is this Kongshan Taoist sect? Why do so many strange things happen?

On this day, many Taoist priests explained various religious matters to them.

Zhao Yuande found that these Taoist masters were indeed disciples of Kongshan Taoist sect, and their positions were not low. They were all errands such as elders and deacons.

Some of these people have pain, some are confused, some are helpless, and the most is a kind of expectation!

In the evening, when he returned to the main hall where he stayed, Zhao Yuande's spirit spread everywhere. Unexpectedly, he found that one of the young people lit a black incense in the corner of the main hall.

"Zhenhun incense, which makes people fascinated and confused. It can't be used as food!"

It turned out that zhenhunxiang was lit. Did I fall asleep last night? Zhao yuandeton understood.

He immediately closed the five senses and pretended to be asleep.

In the middle of the night, the remaining six young people stood up together, their eyes showed confusion, and lurked away towards the back mountain of Kongshan daozong.

When all their figures disappeared in the hall, Zhao Yuande jumped up from his position and followed them quietly.

He followed them to a magnificent stone wall in the back mountain.

These six people seem to have a division of labor. Some are on the periphery, some climb up the stone wall and make all kinds of strange actions on the stone wall, and others take out spiritual objects and start offering sacrifices!

Zhao Yuande looked at these people puzzled. What are they doing? Is there any treasure in the stone wall?

Just when he couldn't touch his mind, suddenly the stone wall emitted a silver light in the moonlight, and a strange shadow came out of the stone wall and killed six people.

Zhao Yuande thought there would be a big war here, but to his shock, the six stood still and waited for the shadow.

The shadow chose a man and jumped directly into his body. The man screamed, and the whole body turned into a pool of blood, which splashed all over the ground.

The shadow seemed to be full and staggered back into the stone wall.

"The ghost of ten thousand years, the strong person who died before ten thousand years, never dies, and can evolve by swallowing the spirit body... Medium level ingredients, matching the recipe 'soul return', can reorganize the spirit, so that the cultivator who died less than an hour can be reborn. The list of ingredients... It's impossible to capture!"

There is such a thing! Zhao Yuande gradually grasped the context of the matter!

These six people are manipulated by people. Their purpose here is not to get the qualification of God ruins, but to feed the shadow!

And behind this shadow, there must be a very powerful figure manipulating it!

Zhao Yuande suddenly felt that this matter was a little creepy. He was also arranged among the six people. Should he also become the food for the silver soul?

One person died, and the other five turned together and walked towards the resting hall.

Zhao Yuande hurried, took a shortcut and returned to the hall in advance. He pretended to lie on the ground and pretend to sleep.

The other five people didn't doubt him. They all lay down and went to sleep.

Another day passed, and the things at night were repeated again. Zhao Yuande returned to the stone wall after seeing the Wanzai ghost devouring a person.

Day after day, until four days later, Zhao Yuande felt relieved when he saw the last person swallowed up by the ghost of ten thousand years.

"Boy! Have you seen anything for a few days?" when Zhao Yuande wanted to turn around, he was patted on the shoulder.

He trembled with fear, turned his head and found a white bearded old Taoist squatting behind him, looking at himself curiously.

"Who is the elder?" Zhao Yuande saw that the old Taoist was strong in cultivation. He didn't dare to use the identification technique rashly, so he had to ask.

"You've been in the old Taoist's territory for so many days, and you don't know who the old Taoist is? It seems that those useless things are frightened!" the old Taoist looked at Zhao Yuande with some displeasure. "The old Taoist is the master of the Kongshan Taoist sect, Kongshan Taoist!"