"Let's go to the Taoist temple." Su Murong said.
Everyone present accompanied him.
The Taoist temple is not far from the land temple and can be reached in half an hour on foot.
Su Murong had a storage ring on his hand. It seemed casual, but it was actually a carefully planned movement. He took out a cod sandwich from the ring in an elegant and noble manner.
"Miss Su, you haven't eaten yet, right? If you don't mind, you can have this sandwich."
Fubao's hand froze in mid-air. He just took out a box of meat buns from his bag, which were still steaming.
"Thank you. I just wanted to eat some hot buns." She took it casually.
"Sister! I also bought soy milk and will give it to you later." Fubao was very happy!
Feeling that his face was glowing with gold, Su Murong threw away the sandwich in his hand.
Murong Yin was quick to take the sandwich and smiled faintly: "Director Su, I'm just hungry. Give me this sandwich, thank you."
The evildoer's face froze for a moment, but then he became calm again: "Oh, if that's not enough, I have more here."
Murong Yin's female disciple Leng Zhiruo thought for a moment, took out a salmon rice ball from her bag, and said with a smile, "Captain Zhou, if you don't mind, you can eat my rice ball..."
"No, I don't eat sashimi." Zhou Lingyu refused decisively.
Looking at his cousin's handsome and stern face, Zhou Qilin curled his lips and smiled. He had already seen that Leng Zhiruo had a crush on Zhou Lingyu.
"I see... I'll buy pork floss rice balls next time!"
After she finished speaking, she really wanted to slap herself. She was too impulsive.
Master Murong Yin glanced at her and signaled with his eyes: Don’t forget the important things!
Is it appropriate to show affection to a male colleague you like in front of Director Su?
Su Yao kept his microphone muted the entire time, eating buns as if they were melons.
He even threw out a bloody talisman!
Everyone present turned their heads at the same time, watching the 'dog blood talisman' quickly disappear into the air...
"What are you doing?" Zhou Lingyu asked first.
“Remind someone that enough is enough.”
In a flash, a bloody talisman flew into the pavilion in the illusion at a high speed!
The image in the magic weapon has become blurred, with a layer of ketchup on it.
The masked man was in a good mood and clapped his hands: "Su Yao is indeed worthy of being here, to be able to find this place."
The male subordinate's expression was solemn: "My Lord! Does this mean... her divine power has begun to revive?!"
"This is fun. I've been waiting for this day... for a long time."
Male subordinate: ...
"Search for clues to other divine consciousness fragments as quickly as possible, and don't let Qingcheng and Bai Ze get there first."
"Yes, my lord!"
…
Deep in the forest, a moss-covered stone staircase leads up quietly. At the end stands a dilapidated Taoist temple. Ancient trees cover the sky, and sinister crows often perch on the dead branches, crying miserably.
Su Yao and his group stood in front of the Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple had been in disrepair for many years, with curled vines growing between the cracks in the blue bricks. The three large characters "Qingwei Temple" on the door plaque had long since peeled off and were broken, leaving only the two characters "Qing...Guan" crumbling.
However, the temple has never been abandoned.
Beside the blue brick path stood a century-old locust tree, its branches gnarled and twisted, its heart a dark, hollow void, like a soul-devouring abyss. A chilling wind blew, and the resentment of the forest and mountains surged toward the Taoist temple. The old locust tree, like a living being, absorbed all the resentment into its body, its leaves growing ever greener, their branches moving without a breeze, as if trembling with joy.
"Another resentful soul has entered the tree." Zhou Lingyu looked serious.
Murong Yin stood in front of the temple gate, a frost between her brows. Her eyes reflected the soul-devouring old locust tree, but her tone was not surprised. "This is the precursor to the 'Soul-Capturing Altar'. Someone... is setting up the altar."
Suddenly, a shrill cry came from the wind, seemingly far away, like a woman sobbing: "My belly was stolen! Stole my things...bad guy! The baby is gone..."
Su Yao followed the sound and ran into the temple, with Fubao following closely behind.
In the side hall of the Taoist temple, water drips from the eaves like tears.
Fubao burst through the door and saw a young woman collapsed on the ground. Her clothes were stained with blood, she was in a trance, her eyes were empty, and her abdomen was obviously deflated, but there were clear scratches and bloodstains... It was as if someone had forcibly taken the baby in her belly through her skin!
Su Yao immediately recognized her identity as Hei Dou’s mentally retarded sister: Amei.
Amei's face turned pale, her lips were bloodless, and her whole body was trembling. She muttered, "Why did he take my things... They belong to me! He's a bad guy! A big bad guy!"
"Sister! Was this done by Taoist Jia? Why did he do this?!" Fubao was puzzled.
At this time, Su Murong and others had already entered the side hall.
Purple Eyes said coldly, "He is setting up a 'blood covenant spell', intending to use the blood and bones of his offspring to refine their souls, forming a 'Soul Capture Altar'."
Zhou Lingyu was surprised: "So, the child in Amei's belly is not the village chief's, but Taoist Jia's."
"It was Taoist Jia who used black beans to release the poisonous centipede and wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife." Fu Bao said in a firm tone.
Murong Yin was slightly startled when she heard this, and then her eyes became sharp: "He's crazy."
Su Yao spoke rapidly, "Once the 'Blood Contract Curse' is completed, it can be used to summon back the remaining soul through the blood of one's descendants. This will cause generations of descendants to have short lives. The purer the bloodline, the more complete the spirit, the sooner they will die, because they are merely 'spiritual shells', refined 'soul containers'. Taoist Master Jia is no longer human, but he has used this technique to prolong the lives of three generations. And the premature baby girl in Amei's belly... is his own flesh and blood."
Murong Yin understood instantly: "He wants to use his own flesh and blood as the 'main shell' to open the altar and divide the soul!"
"right!"
Su Yao: "Moreover, the missing Zhou Yuyan is hiding in the tomb where he set up the formation."
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