It was dark.

The streets and alleys are shrouded in strange lights.

Today's Taoist temple of teaching, in ancient times, the Tianjian Gate was called "Knocking Immortal Gate", which was the only opportunity for ordinary people to come into contact with the Tianjian Gate.

But who would have thought that knocking on the fairy gate would evolve into a weird and inexplicable shadow puppet show?

Night is approaching, and the sky is already full of sunset, making the Ziyang Hall permeated with a fiery sunset.

There are no ghosts, but the number of shadow puppets on the wall is increasing, and the facial features composed of lines are becoming more and more realistic.

The resentful moon qin is playing, supplemented by two strings, with the beating of the dry drum, and the creepy singing can be faintly heard.

"Zhang Lantern is playfully renovated, and Gu Bao wanders to know the real."

"Three-foot raw silk makes a stage, all with ten fingers and witty."

………

The Purple Sun Hall is like an absurd shadow puppet show, revealing incomprehensible things everywhere.

As the opening of the Taoist temple approaches, shadow puppetry is becoming more lifelike.

Leaning close to the wall, you can still hear the sparse and noisy chatter.

In the shadows of the alley, two people walked cautiously along the road, and wherever they passed, the shadow puppets showed terrified expressions.

Li Mo was holding the Phantom Fish Sword in his hand, and his eyes were staring at the strange shadow puppets.

"Senior Brother Taiji, don't look at it."

The people of Ye Zhuo Dao were terrified, for fear that Li Mo would cause some taboos.

You know, at most half an hour will fall into the night, and if something happens, you may be besieged by a large number of sword ghosts.

"Let's go."

Shadow puppets are all over the Great Sun Sword Shrine, which is supposed to be derived from the Great Day Sword Shrine.

Li Mo suspected that the predecessors of the Twenty-Eight Sword Shrines were all ancient monks.

It is likely that they were once the high-ranking and powerful sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but when the heavens and the earth changed drastically, they were reduced to sword mounds where consciousness did not exist.

Li Mo has been digesting the information fed back by the Creation Book for the past few days.

The picture in his memory was that the Heavenly Sword Gate turned mortals into shadow puppets, as if he was harvesting consumables, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"The logic is a bit weird, maybe when the Taoist temple opens, you can get a glimpse of the virtual reality."

Li Mo forcibly suppressed distracting thoughts and asked softly, "Ye Zhuo, how long is it?" ”

"Don't worry, you will definitely be able to get to [Rip Look] before dark."

The karmic Daoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and kept muttering in his mouth, determining the route of the two.

It doesn't seem like the route is complicated, but there are actually many things to consider.

The Taoist temples that the karmic Daoists passed by were all clear about the taboos in advance, and deliberately avoided the sight of the sword ghost, forming a dark light.

"The sword ghost of the Bullshithorn is called [Donkey Guest], you and I can just blend in with the accompanying sword ghost."

The pace of the two gradually accelerated.

As a big night tour, the strength of the donkey is already comparable to that of the Tiangong period, plus the immeasurable taboo, it is difficult to deal with it head-on.

The people of the Karma Dao didn't know where to come from, and they actually figured out the taboo of the big night tour.

The deeper he went into the city, the more comfortable he became.

"Because of the dense number of Taoist temples in the central area of the Purple Sun Palace, there are very few sword cultivators, but it is actually relatively safe."

When the two of them passed by a dilapidated Taoist temple, the karmic Taoist knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside.

"If you don't dislike your old body, you can stay at home for one night."

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, and the Cave God Magic Eye looked inside through the crack in the door.

I saw an old woman covered in wrinkled skin, on crutches of human bones, and countless bed bugs burrowed out of her skin.

"A small night tour [Red Sleeves], take the initiative to offer three or two skins to get shelter."

Li Mo was thoughtful.

In the memory of the Book of Creation, there was a female cultivator named Red Sleeves in Yu Xiao's same door.

The reason why Li Mo had an impression was because in the Heavenly Sword Gate at that time, the appearance of the red sleeves was comparable to Yu Xiao.

Of course, Senior Sister Yu Xiao has always been known for her ruthlessness.

Zu Xiuyun chose Yu Xiao according to three of the twelve mantras, and Xi Juyi chose Yu Xiao, which has already shown that the fifth senior sister is definitely the ultimate in sword cultivation.

"Senior Brother Taiji, remember the location of the Red Sleeve Taoist Temple, and if we encounter danger, we will evacuate here separately."

Li Mo nodded in response.

I have to say that although the people of the Karma Dao are a little curious, the rest of the sword cultivators in the Ziyang Hall combined, they don't know as much about the sword ghosts.

Ye Zhuo Dao was afraid that Li Mo would not like it, and explained: "If you go to the heart view one step earlier, you can hide in the dark and be invincible." ”

"You come on your own terms."

"Okay."

"Next, we will go from the edge of the night tour of the Shinto Temple to the Tuoxu Temple, where the taboo is quiet, no sound is allowed, and there will be all kinds of taboos."

The Karma Daoist continued with a solemn face: "No matter what action I make, Senior Brother, you must do it immediately. ”

Li Mo had previously learned about some taboos from Ye Zhuodao, but the latter was not sure whether the taboos had changed.

The reason why a person from the Karma Dao can survive in the Purple Yang Hall for three hundred years is because he does not judge the sinister with his own experience, and he must not be preconceived.

After the two confirmed the matter repeatedly, they did not enter the alley.

There was a dead silence in the world.

There were weeds in the crevices of the floor tiles, and crickets were lying motionless on the branches and leaves.

Li Mo saw that the crickets were also transformed by flying swords, but they were so weak that they didn't even count the cocoon sword and chrysalis sword.

The two of them sped up, after all, they were distraction period monks, and their control over their bodies and souls had reached the extreme.

After walking out for more than ten minutes.

Li Mo found that a lantern was lit up in the alley in the distance, and there seemed to be a black shadow with long hands and feet standing in it.

Seeing this, the karmic Daoist did not hesitate to break his neck and let his head look behind him at one hundred and eighty degrees.

Li Mo did the same, and found that at some point, a black shadow had come to within ten meters, and only the naked eye could catch it.

Dark shadows loom ghostly.

The karmic Daoist kept turning his head, even if his bones were overwhelmed.

They left the range of the lantern before the shadow vanished.

The Karma Daoist took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to his eyes, and then closed his eyes and turned into the street on the right.

Li Mo closed his vision, relying on his perception of the aura of the Karma Dao people.

The eardrum shakes.

It should be some musical instrument playing, and the rhythmic sword qi is trying to burrow into Li Mo's brain, but the lack of vision triggers taboos.

He could smell the pungent smell of blood, and his feet could clearly feel the ground covered in blood, and even stump fragments.

“……”

Li Mo suddenly thought of a possibility, and a chill appeared on his spine.

The disciples of the Ancient Heavenly Sword Sect encountered drastic changes in heaven and earth, and their alienation was out of control, causing them to become the first batch of sword ghosts.

The so-called taboo.

Could it have something to do with the cause of their death?

Red Sleeves died of skinning; Turbid candles die of burning; unintentionally dying from teaching; The monk who prescribed it was a Buddhist cultivator who came to the Heavenly Sword Gate to investigate, and died of six impure ......

"Mundane, mundane, mundane."

Li Mo's forehead burst with green tendons, and he couldn't help but say to himself in his heart: "Who the can tell me how mortals tortured and killed the Heavenly Sword Sect all over the door?!! ”

"Survivors are scared into hiding in containers, and they still talk about it for thousands of years."

"Whew, it's over." The karmic Daoist let out a long breath.

The big night tour occupies at least three or four hundred Taoist temples, and when the two of them pass by the edge, they have already seen the horror of the taboo during the practice period.

The people of the Karma Dao laughed strangely.

Maybe it's the days of constantly licking blood from the tip of the knife, which makes his mental state a little weird.

Li Mo's thoughts were interrupted, and he no longer delved into the secrets of the Heavenly Sword Gate, looking up at the clouds, only the sunset was hanging low in the sky.

About to fall into endless darkness.

They didn't dare to stay too long, and continued to walk through the same streets and alleys, under the gaze of strange shadow puppets to their destination.

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There are a total of eight temples in the temple, from which the smell of livestock is diffused, and the skins of various cattle and sheep are also dried on the walls.

"The best spiritual materials are enough to be used to refine a hundred magic weapons, junior brother, I used to come every few days to get a few to pay off my debts......

"Paying off debts?"

Li Mo's expression was playful, and the karma Daoist realized the gaffe and smiled awkwardly.

"Well, there is a Taoist temple outside the Ziyang Palace, and the rules inside are very similar to those of the mortal cabinet, but the bet is more special."

"I pressed a few handfuls in it, and I almost got bruised and scattered."

Li Mo understood that the cabinet was another name for the casino, but he didn't expect that the people of the Burning Dao had sneaked out of the Ziyang Palace, and it was really taboo-free.

The Ye Zhuo Daoist coughed a few times, "Senior brother, don't tell Elder Luoyang. ”

"Although many sword cultivators have done it, they are not allowed to leave the Ziyang Hall on the surface, and I am just... Give it a chance. ”

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched, I'm afraid it's not that the sword ghosts of the Ziyang Palace are tired of playing, right?

The Taoist said no more, and as soon as his right hand supported the courtyard wall, he turned into the Taoist temple, and put a few dried furs into the storage bag.

"I'm familiar with donkey guests, so let's just treat them as our own home."

There were a lot of storage bags around his waist, obviously from different sword cultivators, and some of the storage bags even had a slightly unfamiliar aura attached to them.

It seems that in order to repay debts, the people of the Karma Dao also did the dirty thing of stealing chickens and touching dogs.

Li Mo urged the eyes of the cave god, his eyes swept over the building of the temple, and found that the side hall was holding a fat and strong domestic animal.

Domestic animals are not ordinary animals, they are forcibly transformed by sword ghosts.

Li Mo saw a scalper, obviously new to the temple, the fur on his body had traces of stitching, and blood seeped out.

The structure of the scalper's body is very deformed, as if it is filled with flesh and bones.

Li Mo suspected that the donkey squeezed the sword ghost into minced meat, stuffed it into different furs, and turned into a domestic animal when the injury healed.

"......

The Karma Daoist stopped, pointed to the open door of the main hall and said, "That's a donkey. ”

"Donkey travelers spend most of their time resting day and night."

"It doesn't matter if you are noticed, it will just stuff you into the hide, stay conscious until the donkey sleeps, and then you can easily get out."

The so-called donkey is a mass of flesh and blood that barely became humanoid.

The body of four or five hundred meters lies flat in the main hall, covered with the fur of domestic animals, and rough stitching marks can be seen.

The book of creation is touched, and sporadic memories pour out.

"Mantamon."

The bat beast is a strange beast that traveled from the ancient Heavenly Sword Gate, resembling a manta ray in the ocean.

If nothing else, the predecessor of the donkey guest was Elder Qu Zhi of the Heavenly Sword Gate Imperial Beast Hall.

(End of chapter)