"Whew... It's so exciting, I just almost died under the curse of the female ghost in red. ”

Zhang Tao had palpitations, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, he sat on the stone bench in the courtyard of the Taoist temple to silently recover his physical strength, and did not wander around in this strange Taoist temple.

After seeing the extraordinaryness of the big yellow dog and the Tai Chi formations that appeared around the Taoist temple, he had a deep awe of this immortal Taoist temple.

Without figuring out the specific information of the Immortal Dao Temple, he was still cautious, in case there were any terrible prohibitions in the temple, then if he broke into it at will, I was afraid that there would be danger.

"Brother Zhang, what is the female ghost in red that suddenly appeared just now?"

Pang Shaoyuan's face showed nervousness, his right hand holding the machete kept trembling, and he hadn't recovered from the frightened state just now, and said: "Fortunately, this Taoist temple protected us at a critical moment, otherwise I wouldn't dare to imagine..."

How could he have ever seen such a terrifying existence as the female ghost in red, at least a cultivation above the five heavens!

According to his knowledge, the most powerful Supreme Elder in the Heavenly Sword Sect did not have the terrifying aura of the other party.

Just one look almost made him freeze his blood all over!

"It's horrible!" He patted his chest with palpitations and thought to himself.

"I'm afraid that thing is the last terrifying ghost thing to revive in Yizhuang!"

Zhang Tao pursed his lips, revealing a thoughtful look, if he hadn't had the [Cursed Grudge God Card] at that time, he would probably have died under the curse of the female ghost in red.

A monstrous grievance, the other party must be the embodiment of the resentment of the wedding dress Oiran....

Everything in Wuling Mountain is full of danger and weirdness!

Whether it is a mandrill that speaks out of its mouth, or an infinitely resurrected Yizhuang ghost, they seem to be the tip of the iceberg in Wuling Mountain.

Could it be that this has become a paradise for demons and monsters?

What role does the Bloody Cloak Hall play in it?

What about the treasures of Wuling Mountain?

All of a sudden, Zhang Tao's head was full of questions, like a mess, clueless, unable to connect all the information together.

"I don't know if Zhao Gongping will look for me in the whole city after they know that I have disappeared...", he lowered his eyebrows and pondered.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, why do you little friends stay in the courtyard instead of entering the Taoist temple?"

At this time, an old voice came from the main hall of the Taoist temple, signaling them to enter the house.

"Be careful!"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Tao and Pang Shaoyuan glanced at each other, and then cautiously walked towards the inner hall of the Taoist temple.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Tao saw the environment in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, and as soon as he entered the gate, he saw two lush evergreen trees on both sides of the road, and then saw a pavilion and a stone table, on which some tea sets were faintly placed.

The bluestone slab at the foot is carved with a huge Taiji yin and yang fish pattern, and the symbols of various Taiji gossip on the bricks and stones of the surrounding courtyard wall are linked together according to the mysterious formation, and strange aura fluctuations can be found faintly.

The path leading to the main hall is overgrown with weeds on both sides, and you can smell the fresh smell of grass and trees in a trance, which makes people nervous, and the true qi in the meridians is full of a little.

"If you cultivate here for a long time, you will definitely be able to obtain great benefits..."

Zhang Tao silently observed all this around him, especially when he walked through the overgrown flower beds, he could clearly see the changes in the true qi in his body.

Soon.

A group of three people stood in front of the main hall of the Taoist temple, and did not rush to open the door and enter.

"Come in!" The old voice in the room sounded again.

Hearing this, Zhang Tao and the three of them did not hesitate, and they could only push open the door and walk in.

The wooden door creaked, and Zhang Tao took the lead and walked in the forefront.

The main hall of the Immortal Taoist Temple is different from other Taoist temples that enshrine the statue of the Taoist ancestor, Zhang Tao saw a portrait of a Taoist who has ascended at first glance, there is no incense case related to the sculpture of the Taoist ancestor nearby, and in front of the portrait is a futon for meditation.

The fragrance in the house is light and elegant, and there is a fragrance like a musk deer, and there is no solemn and solemn atmosphere that the Taoist temple should have.

On the futon, sitting cross-legged is an old Taoist with white hair and beard, wearing a gray shabby Taoist robe tattooed with the pattern of Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish, fairy wind bones, and a lazy big yellow dog lying next to him, it is the big yellow dog that showed his might in front of the Taoist temple not long ago, and barked wildly to retreat the female ghost in red.

"Sit down!"

The old Taoist priest slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and pointed to the three futons not far away, and motioned for the three of them to sit down.

"Thank you for the seat!"

Seeing this, Zhang Tao bowed, made a nondescript Taoist etiquette, and bowed to the old Taoist priest.

Pang Shaoyuan and Liu San saw the same, and also learned from him to make a cottage salute, and said thank you in their mouths.

"It's been a good time, and Poor Dao has finally seen a living person again!"

The old Taoist priest smiled happily, and his eyes swept over the faces of Zhang Tao and the three of them one by one, and they could see that their hearts were furious, and they didn't know what this old immortal wanted to do.

When his eyes swept over Zhang Tao's body, he was attracted by a series of items on the other party's body.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, little brother, where did you get these things?"

The old Taoist priest frowned slightly, pointed to the straw rope around Zhang Tao's waist, the corpse oil lamp and the rolled up shroud, and asked, "These are all ominous things, you better throw them away early... Otherwise, it will bring you misfortune. ”

After speaking, he stared at Zhang Tao's face, pinched his fingers, and said with words in his mouth: "Strange, strange, your face is the face of heaven, you shouldn't be able to live until now, it stands to reason that you should have died half a year ago..."

"But why are you still alive?"

Immediately, he looked at Pang Shaoyuan and Liu San again, and said with a stretched brow: "The two of you are people with profound blessings, and it is your chance to come here alive!" ”

"Dare to ask what real people are called?"

Zhang Tao's heart was shocked, and when he heard the other party's words of deducing and pinching his fingers, his heart swelled upside down, and he was shocked.

According to what the other party said, he did die half a year ago, but that person was the original owner of this body, and he was a visitor from outside the world who survived because of the [Demon Illustrated Book].

Obviously, the old Taoist priest in front of him, who has a white beard, is a strong man with true Taoism, and the fortune-telling technique of palmistry alone makes people feel convinced.

"Poor Dao Dao No. Qingyunzi is the current master of the Immortal Dao Temple!"

The old Taoist Qingyunzi raised his hand and waved the dust, smiled, and replied unhurriedly: "I don't know what you call it?" ”

"Zhang Tao."

"My name is Pang Shaoyuan, and I'm from Wuzhou Tiandaomen."

"My name is Liu San."

Hearing this, Zhang Tao and others introduced themselves one by one.

Immediately, Zhang Tao struck while the iron was hot and asked curiously: "Qingyun Zhenren, is this Wuling Mountain?" ”

"Yes!"

The old Taoist Qingyunzi nodded, glanced at the big yellow dog on his lap, and said indifferently: "Since you can follow Xiaoyue and escape alive from Yizhuang, it means that you should know that this is Wuling Mountain." ”

Obviously, the Xiaoyue in his mouth is the big yellow dog.

"What is the secret in the village?"

Zhang Tao had too many questions in his heart, and now when he saw a person who knew the changes in Wuling Mountain, he couldn't wait to know everything, and asked: "What happened to Wuling Mountain, why are there ghosts and demons everywhere?" ”

"The ghosts in Yizhuang are all man-made, in order to cultivate resentment!" The old Taoist priest explained.

"Resentment?"

"Well, the resentment seed is a ghost creature born out of resentment."

Qingyunzi bowed his head and continued to explain: "As long as the resentment does not dissipate, they will not be scattered and cannot truly die, so they can continue to reunite and survive in the world. ”

After a pause, he said again: "Then the red-clothed female ghost you saw outside the door is a big resentment seed, the supreme among the resentment species, born from the resentment of heaven and earth, immortal and immortal, not within the three five elements!" ”

"And it's unbelievable that you can survive the curse of the Great Injustice!"

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest had a strange look on his face and stared at Zhang Tao for a while, as if he wanted to see through this young man who revealed strangeness everywhere.

"Maybe it's because my life is hard!"

Zhang Tao scratched his head modestly, uncomfortable to be seen by the other party's hot eyes, so he could only smile awkwardly and reluctantly explain.

"Since you can survive from the hands of the wronged girl, it means that you are also an outlier..."

Qing Yunzi stroked his beard, nodded, did not dwell too much on this topic, and continued to explain: "And in the Dao Gate, the outlier number represents creation and vitality, maybe you can change this catastrophe..."

"The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, the sky changes and the ten thousand repairs also change, the poor and the unchanged are the odd number, and the people escape from one of them."

Then he said a large number of obscure Taoist classics, and Zhang Tao was in a fog and didn't know what to do, so he could only nod silently.

"Uh... Qingyun Zhenren, where did the big grievance come from? ”

Seeing this, Zhang Tao interrupted in time, for fear that the other party would make another tirade, explain the source of the Daomen classics, and change the topic: "The local chronicles of Tianwu Town record about Wuling Mountain, but there is no existence of resentful women..."

"Alas... All of this is the work of the Demon Gate..."

Hearing this question, Qingyunzi sighed, showed a look of distress, and began to tell the strange changes in Wuling Mountain.

"And the changes in Wuling Mountain have to start from sixty years ago..."

Subsequently, under Qingyunzi's explanation, Zhang Tao learned that the resentment in Yizhuang was caused by the slaughter and abuse of nearby villagers by Bloody Clothes Hall, in order to increase the resentment of the red-clothed female ghost of the great injustice, so that the other party would continue to transform and become stronger in the resentment.

Because of the monstrous resentment in the mountain, it constantly infects the nearby animals and plants, causing them to mutate, turning the entire Wuling Mountain into a place of great evil.

Seeing this phenomenon, Qingyunzi immediately had a premonition that something was wrong, in order to prevent it from spreading to Tianwu Town outside the mountain, he single-handedly sealed Wuling Mountain, exhausted his cultivation and laid down a formation of stealing the sky and changing the sun, cutting off contact with the outside world, making it impossible for the people from the outside world to enter, and by the way, he also smashed the practice of the Blood Cloak Hall to continue to slaughter living beings in the mountain.

......

"Boss Zhao, what the hell is this place?"

Wu Fatzi looked at the graveyard full of dry bones, and asked nervously: "What's going on with the secret passage of the Bloody Clothes Hall, why can't you go back the same way?" ”

The bones were full of white bones, the tombs were everywhere, and there were rotting corpses everywhere.

"This could be a mass grave."

Zhao Gongping looked solemn and looked around, relying on his years of experience from what he had seen and heard, he came to the conclusion that this was a mass grave.

After a pause, he continued: "Maybe this is the place where the Blood Cloak Hall cultivates demonic skills, you all be careful, especially if you don't be careless!" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Fat Wu's nose, with a warning look in his eyes.

"Quack~"

At this time, a piercing cry of an old owl suddenly sounded above the mass grave, terrifying and terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, on the night sky of the upside-down blood moon, a group of black crows suddenly appeared, each body was full of dead air, and the gray eyes swooped down, and the sharp claws aimed at everyone's heavenly spirit cover is grab.

"Be careful! It's a flock of monster fire jackdaws! Fang Zhibai screamed and reminded.

Seeing this horrific scene, Zhao Gongping and others were in a state of death, their eyes were full of shock and worry, and a cold sweat broke out behind their backs, and then they pulled out the sword at their waists, ready to make the final struggle.