That night, Xuan Lingzi and Ye Ze sneaked into the Beihai Pavilion of the Beihai Saint. The silence in the pavilion made people feel a little uneasy. Only a faint candlelight was swaying in the corner, as if it would go out at any time.
Xuan Lingzi and Ye Ze moved their feet carefully, afraid of making any noise.
Suddenly, Xuan Lingzi stopped in his tracks. He sensed a powerful restraining force ahead. He quickly said, "Disciple, don't go any further."
This place is not far from the residence of Lord Yuwen. This restriction is probably a protection set by him, so you must not enter rashly.
Upon hearing this, Ye Ze immediately stopped and looked ahead vigilantly.
Xuan Lingzi carefully observed the surrounding environment, trying to find the weak point of the restriction.
After a moment, he whispered to Ye Ze, "Disciple, look over there. The spiritual energy fluctuation is a little weak. It might be a flaw in the restriction, but we must not be careless."
Ye Ze looked in the direction Xuan Lingzi pointed, and saw that the space in front of him was slightly distorted, which was difficult to detect without careful observation.
Xuan Lingzi formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and slowly injected a stream of spiritual power into the space in front of him.
Suddenly, the restriction emitted a strong light, which bounced Xuan Lingzi's spiritual power back.
Xuan Lingzi's face changed slightly, and he quickly took a few steps back to steady his body.
"This restriction is more powerful than I imagined. If I break through it by force, I might alarm the Holy Lord Yuwen." Xuan Lingzi said with a frown.
Ye Ze thought for a moment and said softly: "Master, we might as well set up a concealment formation here first, and then slowly find a way to break the ban, so as not to alert the enemy."
Xuan Lingzi nodded, approving Ye Ze's suggestion. The master and disciple quickly set up a concealing formation to conceal their presence.
Just as they were about to study the ban again, footsteps were heard in the distance.
Xuan Lingzi and Ye Ze looked at each other, immediately held their breath, and waited quietly.
Several guards sensed some movement and came to check. After a round of inspection, they walked past them and did not notice the two people hidden in the formation.
After the guards left, Xuan Lingzi breathed a sigh of relief and said to Ye Ze, "Disciple, we don't have much time left. We must find a way to break the restriction as soon as possible.
You and I will work together and try again."
Ye Ze nodded, and stood in front of the restriction with Xuan Lingzi. He gathered all the spiritual power in his body into his hands, and then pushed hard towards the restriction.
This time, although the forbidden light was still strong, a tiny crack appeared under the combined attack of the two.
Xuan Lingzi saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, after some effort.
Finally, Xuan Lingzi and Ye Ze successfully opened a gap large enough for one person to pass through.
Xuan Lingzi said to Ye Ze, "Disciple, you go in first. I will be there soon. Be careful."
Ye Ze nodded, carefully passed through the gap, and entered the restricted area. Xuan Lingzi followed closely behind and also successfully entered the restricted area.
After entering the restriction, a strong and pungent black gas hit me in the face.
Xuan Lingzi's face suddenly changed, he was horrified, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "This aura... Could it be that the Holy Lord is really colluding with the Demon Cult?" His words were full of shock and doubt.
Just at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, and another guard was patrolling here.
Xuan Lingzi's eyes flashed, and he looked at Ye Ze. Without hesitation, the two of them stretched out their bodies, quickly flew up, and rushed towards a rockery in the garden.
After a few ups and downs, he hid behind the rockery, holding his breath and not daring to make the slightest sound.
Ye Ze's nerves were tense, but he couldn't help but whisper, "Master, why is there such a strong demonic energy in the Holy Lord's Land? This is definitely not ordinary."
Xuan Lingzi's brows knitted together, the terrifying suspicion in his heart almost bursting out. He said in a deep voice, "All signs indicate that the Holy Lord is very likely colluding with the Demon Cult."
After saying this, he glanced around vigilantly, then whispered to Ye Ze, "Let's stay here first, observe the situation, and then wait for an opportunity to act. We must not act rashly to avoid being exposed."
After hearing what his master said, Ye Ze quietly took out his mobile phone and quickly opened the live broadcast software with a tap of his finger.
It turned out that after listening to Master's words, Ye Ze gained many unique insights into spiritual practice from reading the Heart Sutra on his phone. On a sudden inspiration, he carefully edited and compiled these insights into a video and posted it online.
These contents quickly attracted the attention of many fellow Taoists, with likes, comments, and reposts coming in an endless stream. His number of fans easily exceeded 1,000, which unlocked the live broadcast permission.
After the live broadcast room was opened, the number of people increased to more than 1,000 in an instant as if it was cast under a rapid growth spell.
In a quiet cave, a monk had just finished a full day of practice and was about to take a break, browsing his watchlist as usual.
Suddenly, I saw that the "Beihai Ye Ze" account that I often follow was broadcasting late at night. I couldn't help but feel curious and clicked on it.
When I entered the live broadcast room, I saw nothing but darkness and couldn’t see anything clearly.
He subconsciously typed in the comment section: "Friend Ye Ze, what are you live streaming? Why is it so dark?"
This comment was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The subtitles in the comment section began to scroll frantically: "What the hell is this host doing? So shady."
“I can’t see anything!”
When Ye Ze saw the screen full of questioning subtitles, he became nervous and did not dare to respond rashly for fear of exposing his whereabouts.
He pursed his lips and carefully pointed the camera of his mobile phone at the lighted area in the attic.
I saw the black fog like sticky ink, surging wildly. Only a few rays of dim light struggled to penetrate the fog, revealing a faint light.
At this point, the live broadcast room completely exploded: "Anchor, where the hell are you?"
"Why is there such a heavy black fog? Could it be that we are in the demonic territory?"
"Anchor, please say something quickly, don't scare us!"
Others eagerly commented, "Host, could you please come closer? Look towards where the light is so we can see what's going on. We're getting so anxious!"
The entire live broadcast room was filled with panic, curiosity and anxiety. Everyone stared at the screen, hoping that Ye Ze would take action.
Ye Ze stared at the crazily scrolling comments in the live broadcast room, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his fingers clenched unconsciously.
Then he looked around in panic, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching him in the dark.
At this suffocatingly tense moment, the sound of footsteps accompanied by whispers came from afar.
Xuan Lingzi reacted quickly, raising his hand to cover the phone screen tightly. He did it in one go, fearing that the light from the screen would reveal their whereabouts.
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