At 3 p.m., a trending topic quickly climbed to the top of the local Yasukawa search rankings.
[Most extreme weather in a century. Keep doors and windows closed, stay indoors, and take precautions!]
Netizens engaged in a passionate discussion.
[The sun was shining brightly in the morning, but the weather suddenly changed in the afternoon. Is an earthquake coming?]
[Yasukawa is not located in an earthquake zone. Please do not spread rumors. Trust official reports and trust science.]
Based on my years of reading experience, this kind of weather either means a treasure will be born or a boss will appear. Guess which one?
[WARNING! Do not spread feudal superstitions]
Young people these days have no sense of reverence whatsoever. How can the things passed down from our ancestors be called feudal superstition?
[I agree with the comment above. Yuanqing Temple in Yasukawa is particularly efficacious. I believe that no demons or monsters would dare to act recklessly under the protection of the Taoist priests.]
[The two people upstairs are living in the Qing Dynasty? What era are we living in?]
Stop arguing, believe in science, pay homage to metaphysics, share this image of the Three Pure Ones, and ask the ancestral masters to manifest their power.
Believe in science, say goodbye to metaphysics+
...
Lin Xi, Yun Yan, and Ling Xiao are traveling through the Ghost Realm.
The surroundings were shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see anything, and countless powerful forces attacked from all directions.
Lin Xi blocked them all and quickly found the exit located above Yuanqing Temple.
The white light here was extremely dense, and an ominous aura permeated the air.
"Walk!"
Lin Xi leaped into the air, and the scene she had seen before reappeared before her eyes.
The trees are exactly the same, the paths are exactly the same, but the Taoist temples are completely different.
The Yuanqing Temple was reduced to ruins, and the plaque on top was cracked in two, with the character "Yuan" missing.
The house was in pieces, and there was a burnt smell everywhere. There were also many signs of a fight.
Yun Yan's pupils contracted sharply.
Everything was in good condition when he left the Taoist temple yesterday. His master, along with his senior and junior masters, saw him off.
Today, however, the Taoist temple has collapsed, the plaque is broken, and the incense burner that was originally placed in front of the statue of the Three Pure Ones has been overturned, with incense ash scattered all over the ground.
A bright red blood was clearly visible; it hadn't dried yet and must have been left not long ago.
Yun Yan immediately thought of his master.
Ling Xiao also thought of his master, and he ran while shouting, "Master! Uncle-Master! Senior Uncle-Master!!"
He called out several times, but there was no response.
The surroundings were cold and desolate, bleak and sorrowful.
Ling Xiao panicked immediately, "Little Grandmaster, what should we do..."
Lin Xi clenched her fists, her eyes slightly reddening, and forced herself to calm down.
The old man is usually mischievous, but he's reliable in crucial moments. As the head of a temple, he has some means of survival and won't die so easily.
She took a deep breath and felt the atmosphere around her.
There are living creatures under the rubble!!
Lin Xi threw out a talisman, and a gust of wind swept up a jumble of things, revealing the dirty wooden bed.
A child peeked out and timidly cried, "Don't grab me, don't grab me..."
Lin Xi had met him once via video call; the youngest disciple in the temple, Nan Tian, was only three and a half years old.
She grabbed the little boy's wrist. "Get out."
Nantian closed his eyes and cried loudly, shrinking back with all his might, "Waaah, monster, don't grab me..."
Hearing the familiar crying, Ling Xiao rushed over. "Grandmaster, this is Nan Tian, my fifth junior brother."
Nan Tian stretched out his arm, his expression extremely excited, "Senior Brother Ling, you're finally back!"
Ling Xiao hurriedly asked, "Why are you here alone? Where is Master?"
Nan Tian lowered his head, sobbing uncontrollably, "Senior Brother, Master has been captured by monsters! They're over there, I saw them... Hurry and save Master, sob sob."
Ling Xiao became even more anxious, dropped the peach wood sword, and reached out to hug him, "Nantian, don't cry, let's go save Master."
Lin Xi quickly pulled the little boy up and pressed her fingers against his neck.
Ling Xiao was astonished, "Junior Grandmaster, he is Nan Tian."
"I know." Lin Xi said calmly, bringing her fingers together.
Nan Tian instantly felt suffocated. He frantically pounded on his chest, tears streaming down his face. "Waaah... This bad guy is choking me! Senior Brother, help me!"
Ling Xiao hesitated, standing there blankly.
One is a junior brother whom I personally raised, and the other is a junior grandmaster I just met.
Whom should he believe?
Nantian's chubby face gradually turned purple, his hands and feet fell limply to his sides, and the light in his eyes was about to disappear.
Emotion ultimately triumphed over reason, and Ling Xiao instinctively reached out, shouting, "Let him go! Stop!!"
"You're the one who should stop!"
Upon seeing this, Yun Yan did not hesitate to draw his sword and slash at his senior brother.
No one can harm the young master!
He always believed in his junior master and supported all her decisions; there must have been a reason for killing Nan Tian.
Ling Xiao was unable to dodge in time and was struck squarely in the shoulder by a sword. Blood gushed out immediately, and the pain brought him back to his senses.
Damn it! Yun Yan is ruthless. He didn't need to chop so hard to bring him back to his senses, did he?
Oh no, Nantian!
Ling Xiao shouted anxiously, "Grandmaster, why did you kill Nan Tian?"
“He’s not human.” Lin Xi gently pinched him.
Nantian's entire face twisted and folded, his head flattened, and his skin covered his features, slowly forming eight large, blood-red holes.
The flesh and blood churned and rolled, and the things underneath emerged.
One, two... swarms of cockroaches crawled out of the blood hole, spreading their wings in preparation for flight.
This scene was refreshing. Ling Xiao's eyes widened. "Cockroach monster, we're still in the Ghost Realm. What about Master and Nantian?"
Lin Xi tossed down a Fiery Talisman, turned and left, saying, "The Ghost Realm isn't above Yuanqing Temple; it has devoured the entire temple."
In other words, the Ghost Realm and Yuanqing Temple are integrated into one.
Apart from Yun Yan and the others who were outside, all twenty disciples of Yuanqing Temple were lost in the Ghost Realm, their fate unknown.
Find the old man first!
Lin Xi swung his sword, breaking through the layers of white mist, searching for the figure of Daoist Jingyuan.
"Let's go."
Ling Xiao and Yun Yan followed closely behind.
The three quickly arrived at their destination, where they found another Taoist temple with its plaque hanging securely on the roof.
The three large, bright red characters of Yuanqing Temple are striking and eye-catching.
The plaque was cast in blood, like the red spider lily on the road to the underworld, bewitching and eerie.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, which made Yun Yan increasingly uneasy. He rushed to the front door, his eyes widening slightly.
"Master!!"
Master Jingyuan lay in a pool of blood, his body covered with wounds of all sizes.
His hair fell out completely, and his beard was gone too.
Yun Yan couldn't believe it, "Master..."
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