Chapter 567: Guards
I nodded and said, "The one trapped here is really not a true immortal." â
Mr. Lu smiled. said: "Of course it's not a true immortal, do you think you can become an immortal after you have just entered the Dao Gate for less than half a year?" â
I smiled and said, "Maybe it's like Zhang Banxian said, I practiced penance in my previous life, and maybe it's only half a year away." â
Mr. Lu smiled and did not speak. The two of us walked out of those two gates together. I looked at the two giant stone statues at the door and asked, "Why is Zhang Banxian here?" â
Mr. Lu shook his head: "I don't know either. After my master fought with the Eight Ghosts of Liucheng, Zhang Banxian never came back. We all thought he was dead. And my master is very secretive about this matter and always avoids talking about it...... I didn't expect him to imprison himself in this place, it's really strange. â
I said, "I look at him and he seems to have forgotten the past. â
Mr. Lu sighed and said, "Yes." How smart Zhang Banxian was at the beginning. My master often said that if there is anyone in the Dao Sect who can cultivate to become an immortal. It had to be him. I didn't expect him to end up like this. Crazy and crazy. â
As if reminiscing about the past, Mr. Lu said slowly: "I remember when I was a child, one year during the Chinese New Year, Zhang Banxian taught me to draw a talisman, saying that it was his new zĂ o. Heaven and earth, this is the only one. Only the two of us would, and would not teach it to anyone else, and he gave me this talisman as a New Year's gift. I was overjoyed. Later, when I grew up, I realized that this spell was actually useless. It just looks beautiful. â
I immediately thought: "The talisman that Zhang Banxian asked you to draw just now is the one you taught when you were a child?" â
Mr. Lu nodded.
I said, "No wonder you draw so quickly and accurately." â
Mr. Lu breathed a sigh of relief. said: "After my master died, he once asked me if I still remember Zhang Banxian's talisman. â
I replied that the talisman was flashy. Nothing of much use. â
The master shook his head and said, "That talisman is actually very powerful." It acts like a landmine. You ignore it. He can lie there quietly for tens of millions of years. But if you want to erase it. It will unleash a tremendous force and destroy you. â
"At the time, I was very unimpressed, what is the effect of this spell? Even if it hits the enemy, the enemy will always ignore it, and he will still live well? â
I asked Mr. Lui, "You mean to say this charm." Is there no way to get rid of it? â
Mr. Lu shook his head and said, "There is a way." The way to do this is to take a pen and draw it slowly. Like I taught you before. But there's a key point here, and that's that you have to get the order in which you write. Otherwise, the spell will be shattered, and you will surely die. â
I nodded, feeling a little strange in my heart, I always felt that this spell was very meaningful, but I couldn't understand it for a while.
By this time, the two of us were already standing on the edge of the platform. Looking down again, there are steps one step at a time.
I asked Mr. Lu, "How are the two of us going out?" â
Mr. Lu stretched out his arm and said, "Go out like this." Then he shoved me.
I let out a scream and saw my body hit the steps. I know I'm hallucinating and I shouldn't be afraid, but the visual impact is terrifying.
My head slammed against the stone steps, and I heard a muffled buzzing in my ears. Immediately afterward, a sharp pain came from the top of his head.
I cried out in my heart: "Oh no, I didn't wake up from my hallucination, I actually hit the steps." Won't you break your skull? â
Then, I felt a stream of warm liquid running down.
I was lying on the ground and didn't want to move.
At this time, I suddenly heard someone around me pushing me: "Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao? â
I listened to this voice, it seemed to be Xue Qian's. I opened my eyes and saw that I had returned.
I was sitting cross-legged in a small temple. The head was attached to the idol and broke it at the waist.
I climbed out of the small temple and asked Xue Qian, "What's going on?" â
Xue Qian smiled bitterly: "Who knows what's going on?" We were halfway through when you two suddenly stopped leaving. Then they all went into the small temple. Call you, and you will not be silent. Shake you, and you will not wake up. It really made me die. â
Xue Qian was talking, when she suddenly heard a muffled bang next to her, and it seemed that another Buddha statue had been damaged.
I turned my head to look, it was Mr. Lu. He sat cross-legged in another small temple. Like me, I broke the idol.
He crawled out blankly, looked at the two of us, and said, "You're all back?" â
I said, "yes, what's going on here?" â
Mr. Lu glanced around blankly. Then he seemed to hear something. Reach out and touch the statues.
Then he looked strange, pointed to the idols and said, "They...... We've seen them. â
Mr. Lu's words were a bit incompatible, and I asked, "What do you mean?" What are you talking about? â
Mr. Lu pointed to the statue and said, "Isn't this the God of Wealth?" This is the god of Lu, this is the god of plague, and this is the ......"
He pointed to the idol and shouted, these immortals we have all seen in the illusion.
I said, "So what? â
Mr. Lu glanced around and asked, "Where is the little old man?" â
Xue Qian said: "The little old man said that there is a lot of aura of a master here, and he walks here, as if he is still boiling in boiling water. Before, the two of you sat in the small temple and didn't move. He couldn't hold on anymore and went out for a breath. When enough yin qi has been gathered, it will come in again. â
Mr. Lu nodded and said, "The little old man's feeling is not wrong. There are indeed a lot of people who have attained the Tao here. These masters attached themselves to the statues of the gods, protecting Liucheng in this way, and did not allow demons and monsters to approach. â
I said, "You mean, there are spirits on these statues?" â
Mr. Lu smiled bitterly and said, "It's the immortals we saw." â
A terrible thought suddenly arose in my heart: "In fact, the iron cage we see is these gods in reality?" â
Mr. Lu nodded: "Yes." Zhang Banxian didn't know how many Taoist priests he imprisoned here. Shut up their souls in the idols. Let them live and guard Liucheng. This place is actually the Lingxiao Treasure Palace. â
I said, "If you say that, the two of us will almost become Taoist priests on guard?" â
Mr. Lu snorted and said, "I guess that the fog before played a role in discriminating. Anyone who understands the Taoist method of spitting is considered a Taoist priest, and then enters the illusionary realm. Zhang Banxian controlled their minds and asked them to obediently hand over their souls and imprison them here. Over the years, it is estimated that many Taoist priests have broken into here by mistake and been locked up. â
I smiled bitterly, looked at the statues and said, "Prisoner Immortal, Prison Immortal." Sure enough, it imprisoned the immortals. These Taoist priests were locked up inside the statues. Every day except for meditation and practice, I don't do anything, I have no desires, I naturally progress rapidly, and it is not surprising that I have the breath of a master. â.ďź
Xue Qian looked at the two of us and asked strangely, "What are you talking about?" What fog, what illusion? â
I asked curiously, "You don't feel it at all?" â
Xue Qian said: "I didn't see anything. Why are you two so weird? â
Mr. Lu and I glanced at each other and secretly wondered. In the end, I can only come to one conclusion, that fog is specially harming the same sect, not a Taoist priest, but unharmed.
The three of us were talking about this, and the little old man had returned. When he saw me and Mr. Lu, he was obviously overjoyed and said, "Have you woken up?" That's great. Let's move on. â
We nodded and continued on our way. In fact, at this time, the distance was only a dozen paces.
Two minutes later, the little old man stood still, pointed to an extremely simple hut in front of him, and said, "This is Liucheng. â