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Ying Zheng suddenly remembered the positioning of the system when he entered the game just now: Yueling Cangwu Mountain - Tsar Temple.

Therefore, this is Cangwu Mountain, and the place where she is now is a tsarist temple.

What kind of immortal is the Tsar?

After living for three thousand years (?!), Yingzheng has never heard of it.

Under the gloomy skyline, the heavy rain continued to obscure the mountain scenery, and streams of water flowed down the corners of the eaves, bending the verdant fan blades in front of the doors and windows, and could no longer stop the cold wind brought by the heavy rain, the wind mixed with water vapor, soaked the white veil on the window, and the milky white flowers bloomed on the veil.

I don't know how many years the Tsar Temple on Cangwu Mountain in Yueling has been built, with blue tiles and red walls, high beams and wide columns, still as new.

It doesn't seem to be any different from years ago in my vague memory.

The man in Tsing Yi, with a headband on a jade crown and clear eyebrows, lit the red candle on the table with a fire fold, lit a few sticks of incense and inserted it on the incense table, and then unfolded the package he carried, took the yellow paper, pressed the inkstone and placed it in the corner of the yellow paper.

He dipped the tip of the pen in red sand, and with a wave of the pen, a long continuous pen pattern appeared on the yellow paper.

Complex and well-rounded.

After writing, the man in Tsing Yi looked up at the statue of the Tsar above, then closed his eyes and pinched the yellow paper between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and muttered words in his mouth.

Ying Zheng wanted to listen, but he couldn't hear what he said.

She was very aggrieved.

Not only can't I see, but I can't move.

There was also something wrong with the nose smell.

The only thing left of the ear is functioning normally, but I didn't expect that after becoming a non-human, there was also a language barrier.

After a while, the man in Tsing Yi burned the yellow paper on the red candle, mixed it into a bowl of runic water, and brought it to Yingzheng.

Ying Zheng only felt that the seductive fragrance dissipated in front of his nose, and it became stronger as the other party approached.

The tips of the teeth were exposed, but they ran into a hard object.

A hand touched her head, stroking and comforting: "Drink this bowl of water, you will feel better." ”

However, his subordinates were not gentle, and poured the talisman water directly into her mouth, regardless of the leakage of a lot.

To be honest, runic water doesn't taste good.

Ying Zheng felt like his body was fascinated, and his throat kept swallowing liquids, just like he hadn't drunk water in the desert for several days and suddenly encountered rain.

When the bowl of runic water was drunk, the hunger pang was gone.

The smell from the other party's body was still tempting, but Ying Zheng found that he was able to control the mania in his body.

"When the rain stops, the master will take you back to the Tianlu faction. ”

Ying Zheng tried to speak, but there was a hissing sound in her throat, a snake-like sound, and the volume was so small that she seriously suspected that only she could hear it.

The hand had been lowered from the top of her head, and she heard his voice, "Are you also looking forward to returning to the Tianlu Sect...... Counting it, it's been six years, I haven't been back here for six years, and it's no different here than it was six years ago, and my master still misses it. ”

The man in Tsing Yi moved his eyes to the outside of the temple and looked away, Cangwu Mountain is a mountain range, the overall topography is a ring, if you look down from the sky, you will find that a circle of mountains has formed, forming a sinkhole.

It is said that if he can't die by jumping from any mountaintop, then he will discover the secret of the sinkhole, the story of Cangwu Mountain.

It rained all night, and all that was lit was the candlesticks on the incense tables, and the candlelight was reflected in the closed doors and windows.

Ying Zheng can't feel the wind, but he can feel the cold.

It's just that the man doesn't seem to feel anything.