Vol 4 Chapter 158: Batman Temple worship

The original wailing sound in the original Batman Temple suddenly disappeared from the moment Zhang Yan stepped into the temple.
那 The immensely imposing Dansha on his body, always flowing around his body, without having to show it, even if it leaked a little, it also suppressed the filthy atmosphere here.
十 There are dozens of cats and raccoons in this hall, with tiger-printed beasts lying on the ground in fear and watching him enter, shaking with trembling.
Zhang Yan ignored it. He looked around indifferently, and his ruler Xu Baiguang was let out, as if he was sturdy.
This temple should be abandoned for a hundred years, but there are no dusty cobwebs around it, but it seems that someone often sweeps it, knowing that these strange beasts are doing it. They want to come here to be their usual place to take care of them.
This temple is not small, it is divided into two halls before and after. He started to the apse, looked up, and saw a statue of a land standing on the case. Although it looks good, he has raised lips and ears. The teeth are exposed, red eyes and black skin, and white fluff on the cheeks is not human.
Zhang Yan thought to himself that the temple was already known as the Bat King, and this should be a bat spirit that has been modified into a strange monster, and was worshipped as land by local villagers.
This is not unusual, as it seems to be in a remote country. If the spirit is willing to protect one side from being harmed by evil spirits, not only can he practice well, but he can also enjoy incense and blood, and Taoist priests will not come. Find trouble.
He just glanced a few more times and saw that something was wrong.
With a flick of your hand, you scraped away a layer of dry mud on top of the statue, exposing the dark black wood grain underneath, and a light yellow rune affixed to it.
He sneered, and said, "There is no formation method here, but I say why the Yin is so depressed. The original source is here."
土地 The statue of this earth temple is just wrapped with a layer of mud and painted with a layer of paint, and the inside is carved with a yin-corrected wood that has been refined by magical sacrifice.
This wooden statue was not made by any secret method. It was originally used to ward off evil spirits, but now it is hidden in the yin. Whenever someone nearby dies, its soul is absorbed by him, imprisoned in it, and reinvented the yin. A place for raising monsters.
If you do n’t listen, leave it alone, and after another hundred years, you will have a demon.
Like these methods, he knew at a glance that the disciples of Demon Sect had previously lacked the magic method of demon sacrificing evil spirits, so they took a different path to conceive the devil, but now the devil is together, the number of devil in the cave is unknown. So that no such means are needed.
This is why the temple was abandoned here.
In these hundreds of years, I do n’t know how many ghosts have been confined in this wooden statue, and this is the moment. There are more than ten newly detained souls who are suffering from the soul-refining. In the front, he could not be heard by the pressure of his body.
Zhang Yanlue thought for a while. Although it was abandoned here, but the living person is contaminated by the wicked spirit, and it is inevitable that God is thinking. The vision is frequent all day long, and the time will also hurt the vitality. Since I bumped into it, I ca n’t do anything It goes on like this.
He pointed out, in the middle of the rune, only heard a soft sound, and immediately broke the spell, the wooden statue trembled a little, and could no longer restrain the ghost, and the more than ten souls came down from it, facing Zhang Yan worshipped for a few weeks and then dispersed.
Zhang Yan didn't care about them either. She shook her sleeves, and a purple electric power flew out, turning around the wooden statue, sweeping away the spleen accumulated over hundreds of years.
After doing this, he was trying to find a place to meditate. The dozen or so strange beasts had been watching his movements. During this period, a strange beast with a short nose and pure fur was folded back with two ears. After a few beeps, he came up with a clean futon, and stood up again, like a human being tormenting him.
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "You know how to wait."
He groaned a little, took out an elixir, and said, "I broke your hiding place, and this one will give you it."
The strange beast looked like a surprise, and came over with his mouth. After worshiping Zhang Yan for a few weeks, he went aside, called a few times, and took the strange beast out of the temple. No trace.
Zhang Yan sat down on the futon, closed her eyes, and waited for someone to come.
When he spoke to Wang Saburo at that time, he did not deliberately avoid the junior concubine. Although Wang Saburon specifically instructed him not to speak out, the news of the immortal teacher spreading the law was spreading wildly. Many people have a change of heart, but when they heard that they were going to the Bat King Temple. But he frightened and shrank back.
But there are still some bold and not afraid of things, dare to venture here.
But weirdly, all the villagers who went to this temple woke up the next day, but found that they were lying on their bed, but yesterday's thing, they couldn't think of anything, but their bones were much stronger than before.
Once this news came out, it attracted more people to go here.
Twenty miles from Batwang Temple, there is a place called Wei Zhuang. There is a leaky thatched cottage at the west end of the village. A child inside is taking a small piece of neatly cut cotton cloth to be careful for his mother who is paralyzed Wiping off the saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, he whispered, "My dear, you rest in peace, and the baby will go to study with the four young masters."
The old woman's eyelids moved, which was a response.
The child ’s name was Wei Zihong, and his father levied military service in the early years to dig a canal, but died of illness, leaving only orphans and widows at home.
He is still young, and Wei is paralyzed again. He lives on the help of his neighbors.
When I heard that there was an immortal master who had the power to make a man infinitely powerful, but there were hundreds of people, he resolved to go to worship.
He didn't think too much, he just wanted to have a strength at that time, to make some money to cure his mother's illness, and never worry about eating and drinking.
Weizhuang is more than twenty miles away from Batwang Temple, but it is nothing to the villagers, but it is very difficult for such children. If you go alone, you will not encounter a trafficker, a bandit, or a wolf. Can take him away.
虽 Although he is only seven or eight years old, he is as experienced as an adult. He had agreed with a familiar trader a few days ago to join this person when he was selling goods.
At this time, the white belly was slightly exposed, and he was afraid to miss the hour, so he decided to go earlier.
First I took half a dry cake on my body, went to the next house and asked for some boiling water to come back, poured it into the gourd, tightly plugged it, found a few rags, stuffed some hay into it, and then He tied his calf with a twine, and hesitated. When he couldn't see it, he went out, found the merchant, and went on the road together.
也是 He is also sensible and interesting. Although he is small, he also brought a basket for the businessman. After two hours, he arrived in town.
Here is a little five miles away from the Bat King Temple, and before he arrives, he asks the merchant for a small piece of realgar, and after leaving, he goes to the mountain alone.
Not long after he walked away, he spotted a large tree and climbed up to find a thick trunk with thick leaves and leaned on it to rest.
I also walked so tired, but after a while, he fell asleep.
I didn't know how long I slept for a long time, and suddenly I felt something changed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that a white-haired monkey was rolling round eyes and kept pushing him.
子 Wei Zihong turned up and touched his head: "Little monkey, is this your place?"
He looked up and saw that it was dark, and patted his head, and cried, "Ah, it's not good, it's bad. I have to miss the time to worship."
He looked around. At this time, the night was heavy, and it was a wild country. He could not see his five fingers, and the path ahead was hard to identify.
But he has a skill that night can see things, which is why he has the confidence to worship.
At this time, he faintly saw the light coming out of a boundary in front of him. Looking at that direction, it was exactly where the Manta Temple went. Then he hurried down from the tree and ran towards the light.
Suddenly the white-haired little monkey jumped on his shoulder, and Wei Zihong paused for a moment, wondering: "Little monkey, do you also go to the teacher?"
The white-haired little monkey squeaked and nodded. Wei Zihong saw that it was quite spiritual and gave him a bit of joy. He touched his hair, only to feel quite supple, saying: "Then we will be together. Go. "
The white-haired little monkey called again, and Wei Zihong laughed a few times before letting him climb on himself and run forward.
He often hears about haunting here. Although he comes from bravery, it is unavoidable that he is also embarrassed.
Perhaps he had good luck. In the past, the territories that had been passed by the villagers to the extreme danger, nothing strange happened, but it was in peace that they arrived at the Bat King Temple.
I only saw light in the distance, but it was a dark piece when I was near and far, not even a sound.
After all, Wei Zihong was a child, a little scared in his heart, and his steps were much slower, but he just remembered his mother who was paralyzed in bed, and suddenly and firmly, stepped forward and squeaked, and pushed the old temple door away.
He poked his head, plucked the door, and stepped in, seeing that there was no movement, he became bold, and walked in carefully, but in more than twenty steps, he turned around a layer of cloth curtain ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ I saw a young man meditating with his eyes closed sitting there.
He can't help but widen his eyes, then wake up, knelt down on the ground, and said in a clear voice: "Boy Wei Zihong, the seeker came to worship the teacher."
Hesitant, nodded again and again.
Zhang Yan opened her eyes and looked at the child.
I saw that there was a sea of ​​forehead on his forehead, his body was weak, his skin was white, and he looked thin and small. It seemed to fall when the wind blew, but his eyes moved, and his roots were even more extraordinary.
He whispered, "Is this the kid?"
In these days, more than a dozen people have come to visit the teacher, but they are not the ones he is looking for, and their roots are too poor to learn Taoism. They pointed out a few methods of physical fitness and sent them back.
He said mildly: "Since you are here to worship, you must come up."
子 Wei Zihong stepped forward.
When he stood still, Zhang Yan stretched out his hand, and seemed to want to leave the forehead to set off the sea. Wei Zihong panicked for a while, covering his hands, and said, "Long road, no way."
Zhang Yan let go and smiled, "Why not?"
Wei Zihong still held his forehead with both hands, and replied earnestly: "Mr. Tao, there is a weird boy here, and everyone will just pass out if he sees it."
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