CH 117

After carefully searching the temple, Li Huowang walked back to the mountain path.

He touched the dog head on the steamed bun and continued forward without saying a word.

The Christian cross temples seemed to be built very densely, and Li Huowang soon found another one.

This cross temple was obviously more complete, and at least the head of the bull god was not missing.

The head of the bull god was a blackened head, which looked like it had suffered from flames.

But this kind of head had a face carved on it, with a strong expression of jealousy and extreme desire.

It stared straight ahead with its two charred eyeballs and looked up at the temple.

Li Huowang's gaze followed and he saw a patchwork of various colors and shapes above the temple.

Judging from the expression of the idol, it was extremely eager for the murals on the top of the temple, but Li Huowang couldn't understand what that patchwork was for the time being.

"Woof! Woof woof woof!" The barking of the dog head made Li Huowang tense up.

He quickly turned around and looked in the direction of the snarling steamed bun.

It was a side door, and the light outside the temple couldn't penetrate inside, making the whole side door pitch black.

In this darkness, he saw a large gray robe.

Li Huowang learned from the nun that most of the people in the Christian sect wore robes to cover their injuries.

But he only saw the lower half of the body and couldn't see the upper half.

Feeling that something was wrong, Li Huowang took out the skin letter that Mrs. Master Jingxin had given him and threw it into the darkness.

"I am Xuan Yang from Qingfeng Temple. I have come to seek your help in an urgent matter!"

Li Huowang introduced himself to the robe in the darkness, but the robe did not respond.

Just as Li Huowang was guessing whether this thing was a living person or not, the robe walked out of the darkness.

At first glance, Li Huowang knew that this person was from the Christian sect because his scarred face was without skin.

As the nuns of An Ci Temple said, Christians wear wide robes and tall hats.

The hat was so big that it covered the eyes and nose, leaving only the flesh on his chin exposed to Li Huowang.

Li Huowang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at the person in front of him with great vigilance.

"So far so good, at least they didn't attack me as soon as they recognized me as a Xinsu."

Li Huowang glanced at the hands bulging in the sleeves of the other party and calmly repeated his request.

The other party still did not respond to Li Huowang, but he clearly understood Li Huowang's intention.

He silently turned and walked outside the cross temple.

Li Huowang took a deep breath and followed him with a nervous heart.

As he followed the man, Li Huowang gradually entered the mountains.

Looking at the man's wide robe in front of him, he had a doubt in his heart.Isn't the "Dachian Record" a treasure of the Aojing religion? Why didn't I see him carrying it? Is it hidden in his robe?

With this question in mind, Li Huowang walked deeper and encountered other followers of the Aojing religion from time to time. They all dressed the same way and would stare at themselves with their eyes covered by high hats as soon as they saw Li Huowang.

The unusual environment made Mantou feel scared, and it hung its head and tail and followed closely behind Li Huowang.

Under the gaze of these people, a gourd-shaped cave finally appeared in front of Li Huowang.

Seeing the cave, Li Huowang couldn't help but think of some bad things. He hated caves.

The inside of the cave was not as dark as the Qingfeng Pavilion, but very bright. The crackling torches made the whole cave very bright. Too many torches even raised the temperature inside the cave, making Li Huowang feel a little restless.

Thinking of the flames on the previous statue, Li Huowang felt that fire might be an important existence in the Aojing religion.

After walking for the time it takes to burn two incense sticks in this bright cave, Li Huowang finally saw the real master.

It was a person lying on the cold ground, blackened all over, more like a charred corpse than a person. But the gaze coming from there made Li Huowang understand that this was not a corpse.

Seeing this person also answered a question in Li Huowang's heart. The blood-red "Dachian Record" was spread out on his chest. It was clear that this thing had been spread out for a long time, and the bamboo slips used to spread it had sprouted. Bamboo roots stained with blood pierced his whole body and drilled out from behind, hanging various pieces of flesh and skin.

Seeing the person who led the way, he respectfully handed over the human skin letter in his hand. Li Huowang immediately understood that this person's status in the Aojing religion was definitely not low.

But this charred corpse did not look at the human skin letter in a calm manner, but stared at Li Huowang without turning his eyes away.

"Have you been seen by Baqiu?"

Being able to communicate was a good start. Li Huowang nodded and replied, "Yes."

"Speaking of which, every heart element is a good seedling because they can easily approach the bitter sea, but unfortunately, they all go crazy in the end." The other party's tone carried a hint of regret.

Then he glanced at the "Dachian Record" around Li Huowang's waist.

"I am Shou San. Nice to meet you. Can you tell me how you achieved the Cangqiong Ascension? You should know that even among us, not everyone can do it."

Although he was praised, Li Huowang was not happy at all.

"Cangqiong Ascension? Is that the name of the extreme dual pain ritual?"

After concealing part of the truth, Li Huowang told Shou San about what had happened before.

"Hehe, dealing with the Luyue 18th is really a bit of an overkill, but fortunately, you have benefited from this disaster."Li Huowang wasn't one to talk about this kind of thing, but seeing that the other person could communicate normally, he explained his purpose for coming again.

"Okay."

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Before Li Huowang could even be happy for a moment, the conditions followed.

"But as an exchange, I need you to perform the Cangqiang Dengjie in front of us."

"Why do you need an outsider like me to perform your ceremony?" Li Huowang couldn't understand the other's thinking.

"I have never seen Xin Su perform the Cangqiang Dengjie, so I want to see it. Maybe I can find a way to steal the power of Ba Gui from it."

"Steal... the power of Ba Gui?" Li Huowang almost thought he had misheard.

"If you have seen Ba Gui, you must know how powerful it is. When you look at it, haven't you thought about having that power yourself?"

After hearing this, Li Huowang finally realized that the thing on top of the Cross Temple represented Ba Gui.

Because humans cannot fully describe what Ba Gui looks like, that thing was used as a substitute.

They used pain to exchange for power from Ba Gui, but they did not worship Ba Gui. Instead, they worshiped the God of Cattle.

The God of Cattle they worshiped also wanted to steal and take away the power of Ba Gui.