Among the scattered skeletons, the twelve Daozi were full of blood and tears.

On their otherwise handsome and extraordinary faces, ugly scars began to appear on their faces, and pieces of skin kept peeling off, revealing pieces of charred flesh.

At first glance, it can't help but be a little scary and a little scared.

But if someone looks at it for a long time, they will involuntarily have a strange feeling in their hearts.

The Taoists in front of them are not so terrifying, but there is a harmonious and eccentric beauty.

Like, that's how they're supposed to be.

It's both beautiful and ugly.

The Daozi kept circling around Dingyuan's bones, and the scars on their bodies became more and more and bigger, like open lips growing from cracked skin and flesh.

Endless whimpering laughter rang out from these cracks, as if hundreds of thousands of people were crying and shouting together, venting their grievances and anger.

The sound continued to reverberate in the belly of the mountain, so that at the end, the echoes of these layers of mournful cries were superimposed, as if they were endless, and the cave became more and more eerie.

Dingyuan's skeleton was completely turned into a puff of powder in the echo of this sound wave, scattered in the cave.

The weeping of the Taoists did not stop because of this, but became more and more poignant.

Twelve figures floated out of the cave in an instant, wandering in the Tsz Yun Temple

Zhang Jiao looked at their floating figures, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then he turned his head to look at the more and more golden oil in Dingzhong.

It's just that the ghost cries in the cave did not become quiet because of the departure of the Taoists, but because of the existence of evil things behind them, they continued to echo in the cave.

But it's upsetting.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously frowned, and when he was thinking about how to be quiet for a while, the four-armed evil creature behind him immediately stretched out two arms and gently covered his ears.

The whole world fell silent.

Zhang Jiao tilted his head and glanced at the pale and smooth palm next to his ears, but he ignored it and turned his head to look at Dingzhong.

Among the strange dings.

This semi-solid mass of gold liquid seemed to have life, constantly swimming and swaying in the ding, like dew drops rolling on lotus leaves.

"This is the incense that the monk Dingyuan has been planning for a long time, but I don't know if it is still effective after I toss it so much?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the swaying gold liquid in the ding, and after thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and shook it in the void.

Suddenly, the gray mist that permeated the surroundings immediately surged towards Dingzhong.

When the white mist surged, the gold liquid in the dingzhong was not affected at all, and it was still swaying in the dingzhong.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao was suddenly slightly surprised, and after a short pause, the evil thing behind him immediately poked out his arm.

The demon's slender arm instantly stretched out like a rubber, and then reached into the ding, and after a little fumbling, he grabbed the gold liquid.

The gold liquid is smooth and greasy in the hand, with a hint of coolness, as if holding a ball of jelly, soft and elastic.

The five fingers of the evil creature then became larger, and when they became ten inches in size, they stopped getting bigger, and then they covered it with one palm and held the ball of gold liquid in the ding.

Just as it was about to take it out, the gold liquid in its palm suddenly turned into countless golden beads that slid down from its hand and rolled in the ding, as if it were grasping water with its bare hands.

Zhang Jiao immediately looked inside.

I saw that the gold liquid in the tripod was condensed again in the rolling room, and the piece returned to its original state, swaying happily in the tripod, without being affected by the evil thing at all.

"Huh?"

After Zhang Jiao hummed in surprise, he casually removed a wooden board from the furnishings next to him and poked into the ding.

As soon as the wooden board came into contact with the molten gold, the molten gold immediately became like a piece of iron, allowing the wooden board to continue to test without any reaction. But as soon as the plank left, it swayed again.

Zhang Jiao was suddenly surprised, and he used other objects to test it, but to no avail.

The gold liquid in Dingzhong is sometimes like an iron block, sometimes like a liquid, and every time he touches it with different objects, the feedback feels different.

"It's a thing made from a living person, but it's also weird. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at the gold liquid in Dingzhong, and for a while, there was really no good way to take it.

He pondered for a while, and was thinking about whether to take Lian Ding with him, when suddenly his eyes lit up, and a thought flashed through his mind.

Zhang Jiao immediately looked around in the cave.

"Although I don't know how to take this thing, Monk Dingyuan definitely knows how to take it. Since he came to make incense, the tools must be in this cave. ”

After a while, Zhang Jiao immediately stared at a jade box in a wooden cabinet not far away.

The jade box is emerald green throughout, wide on both sides and short at both ends, making it look more like a small box.

He immediately walked over and opened the jade box, only to see that the box was filled with more than thirty stalks of a plant the thickness of chopsticks.

Zhang Jiao took out one casually, but saw that after the stalk left the jade box, it immediately grew countless white whiskers, fluffy and fluffy, like dandelions, as if it was about to fly away when he blew it.

Zhang Jiao looked at the strange plant in his hand, and suddenly felt happy.

He immediately walked over to the edge of the ding and put the plant in his hand inside.

The gold liquid in the ding immediately reacted.

Like tadpoles in a pool, they rushed over, scrambled to roll down to the whiskers on the rhizomes, and then condensed into one until the other gold could no longer find a place to cling to, and then stopped.

Zhang Jiao looked at the golden incense that suddenly took shape in his hand, and a prompt immediately flashed in his mind.

Sacrificial incense: Guided by the spirit child who absorbs the power of incense, and the spirit bone of the person is the salary, the spiritual incense obtained after refining by the secret method of the ancient Xiangxiong Sect. This item can be exchanged for 200 merit points at the end of the mission.

"Two hundred?"

Zhang Jiao looked at the golden incense in his hand, and never thought that this thing was so valuable.

The value of this thing can be said to be the second most expensive item he got after coming to this world.

He looked at the Dingzhong, which was only slightly missing a little bit of gold liquid, and immediately took the jade box without saying a word, and used his six hands to get busy.

With the effort of the tea, the gold liquid in the ding disappeared completely, but in Zhang Jiao's hands, there were twenty-two more golden incense.

He rubbed the golden incense in his hand, and the smile in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

"It's been a great harvest this time!"

In addition to being happy, his first thought was that there was a Tsz Yun Temple waiting for him to unpack.

In the previous days, he had already discovered several other anomalies in the temple, such as the meditation room of the monk Dingyuan.

There is a shrouded Buddha light, and there are warrior monks guarding outside all day long, and it has always been a forbidden place for monks.

Zhang Jiao's heart immediately moved, and he walked out of the mountainside.

But I saw that outside the back mountain, the monks of Ciyun Temple and the members of the Sanyang Society, who were originally standing in a neat line, had fallen to the ground, covered in black green, and there was no breath.

Zhang Jiao's face was solemn, he looked at the corpses all over the ground, but he didn't rush to Dingyuan's meditation room, but first gathered up all the corpses in front of him and brought them to the front of the main hall together.

In front of the huge hall, rows of old houses on the edge of Tsz Yun Temple immediately fell apart, and wood pieces fell out of thin air to form a huge fire, on which dozens of corpses lay down.

Zhang Jiao casually lit the futon next to the fire, watched the flames grow from small to large, and finally turned into raging fires, and then walked to the meditation room in Dingyuan.

The flames rose into the sky, and Zhang Jiao had just appeared in Dingyuan's room, and was about to break through the Buddha's light shrouded in the Zen courtyard, when he suddenly frowned and looked in the direction of the north room.

In the continuous side room in the north, a woman in rags was covering her head in the tattered futon, her stomach was pouting high, her whole body was trembling, and the cry in her mouth came out from afar.

"Go away, go away. ”

"Don't come, don't come. ”

"Who's going to save me, Miaofang, Miaoyuan, which of you is going to save me?"

"No, no. ”

It's just that no one came to save her.

The woman only felt colder and colder, and a rough finger was running up her spine.

The pain of the flesh splitting kept coming from the place where her fingers had slashed, but she didn't dare to look back, so she could only cry loudly.

"Who's coming, help me!"

Floating in the air, Michiko felt her fear, gently caressing the smooth flesh of her back as if she were enjoying it, and her sharp nails were deeply embedded in it.

Sting, stinging, stinging.

The sound of skin tearing mixed with the woman's wails echoed in the room, and the flesh and blood on its face fell off piece after piece as it was excited.

Just as it was about to make further moves, a cold snort suddenly sounded in its ears.

"Come back. ”

Michiko immediately felt a force pulling him to fly not far away.

"Roar... Roar !!"

It immediately resisted.

This living person, this living person, she is still alive.

It struggled forward, trying to tear her apart.

It's just that the force from afar immediately pulls it over.

Zhang Jiao looked at the twelve Daozi who were being pulled over in front of him and kept roaring at him, but he shook his head and whispered to them.

"It's my fault. ”

"I wanted you to settle your grievances, but I forgot that you are all powerful ghosts now, and the living are not suitable for you. ”

He beckoned as he spoke.

The four-armed evil creature behind him immediately appeared.

Its black hair flew and a swirling crack immediately appeared on its faceless face.

The twelve Daozi standing in front of it were immediately like elongated shadows, quickly sucked into the evil object.

On its gray-white mist robe, twelve twisting and struggling figures soon appeared.

Zhang Jiao took a step forward and immediately appeared in the side room in the north room.

He looked at the woman who was still covered and pouted, and quietly stunned her, and then looked at the scar on her back and began to cast a spell.

"Ghosts are the most appropriate tools to use. ”

While thinking, he led the woman to Dingyuan's meditation room.

The evil creature roared in the sky, and an endless gray mist poured towards the meditation room.

After the Buddha Light resisted for a while, it completely dissipated, and Zhang Jiao strode in.

Less than half an hour later, he reappeared in the Buddhist hall of Tsz Wan Temple.

......

Time passed, the night faded, and the sky cleared.

In the sky, the morning star has risen high.

Zhang Jiao was like a hamster with a full harvest, and disappeared in Ciyun Temple in an instant with his loot.

Behind him, a fire broke out and burned the temple, which had been many years old.

In the black stream village.

A large number of copper and iron objects and grain cloth fell into the cave with a thud.

Hundreds of bandits immediately stepped forward, and like puppets, they began to carry and sort items, and placed them one by one.

After hiding his most important harvest tonight, Zhang Jiao immediately came to the depths of the cave, sat on the throne of the great master of Heijian Village, and carefully looked through the books found in the Dingyuan meditation room.

These scriptures are all treasured and collected by Dingyuan, and they must be extraordinary when you think about it.

He looked through each book carefully, putting aside the words of the Dharma scriptures for the time being and the essays and discrepancies on the other.

In a short time, the twenty or so scriptures had been sorted, and by the way, he found a few letters sandwiched between them.

But Zhang Jiao didn't rush to open it to see what was written on it, he was intently flipping through a thin nameless book, and he didn't even notice the five ghosts who ran to him.

Because this book, which has no name, is describing what he is most interested in right now.

I saw that at the beginning of the book, it was written, "There are all kinds of poisons in the world, especially incense, which is the most poisonous." Immortals and gods receive incense, because they are haunted by wishes, and they cannot be free; mortals receive incense, their bodies and souls are scattered, and it is rare to have a good death; demons and ghosts receive incense, and their gods are delusional, and they end up as puppets......"

Zhang Jiao's whole mind was instantly attracted by this opening, this short book of less than 10,000 words, he was stunned to read it for a whole morning.

You must know that when I used to read the Internet, a book of two million words could be read in more than three days at most.

This book, which is less than 10,000 words, can be said to be the most careful and serious book he has ever read.

Waiting for the sun to shine into the mountains, Zhang Jiao closed the book.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then he opened his eyes and said to himself, "This statement is still a little interesting, but the writer should not have personally experienced the feeling of the power of incense, and there are many places that are speculation." Otherwise, if the incense is really so poisonous, how can these three yangs still gather believers and harvest the incense so hard?"

Zhang Jiao thought like this, but when he thought of how he felt when he stole the wisp of incense from Sanyang Tianzun a few days ago, his expression couldn't help but be a little more gloomy.

After a long time, Zhang Jiao, who was a little disturbed in his heart, suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and another figure of himself suddenly appeared next to his seat.

He stared at himself, and a sneering sneer came out of his mouth, "Haven't you known about it a long time ago?

Zhang Jiao looked at his familiar face and nodded seriously.

The two said in unison, "Yes, I already knew. From the moment I received Fang Tian's edict, there was no way back for me. ”

After saying that, the nameless book in his hand immediately turned into ashes.