Volume 1: Ancestral Mountain Burning Immortals - Altar of Prudence Chapter 66: I am good at cultivating Haoran righteousness
After Utuman finished speaking, Yue Guanchao looked at the hole in the temple gate, he recalled that the pair of evil beast eyes did carry the spirit of a human being, could it be that the one they met just now was really the black grandmother?
No one knows for sure, but if they do encounter something so evil, it will be a big problem!
Yue Guanchao knew in his heart that this black grandmother worked hard to drive them into the temple, definitely not only to scare them a few times, but also for a more dangerous purpose, I am afraid that she wants to have a meal, after all, the black-hearted immortal family is just a thought difference with the goblin.
At this time when the old man of Utuman was telling the story, the temple was even colder, and the cold air went straight to his nose, and even the leeches around him froze to death on the wall, and even the strength of the chrysalis was gone!
What's even stranger is that there is a strangeness in this cold, no matter how they wrap the cold blanket tightly, it doesn't work, just like cotton pants wrapped in ice slag, without a little temperature.
"Whew... It's getting colder and colder, and my nose is freezing. ”
Song Siyuan looked at everyone, their faces were already covered with frost, as if they had gotten into the noodle jar and hung with a white face, and the two snots were frozen into popsicles, not to mention how embarrassed they were.
"No, no, if it's really a black grandmother, why is it afraid of the statue of Shao Si Ming?"
Song Siyuan's words sent a glimmer of hope to everyone who was immersed in the atmosphere of fear.
She nodded at everyone, her eyes shining: "I think, this thing is definitely not a black grandmother, it should be a hall protector raised by the wild hall!" ”
"Since there are people in Yizhuang who have insect control techniques, there must be some mysterious animals in the wild hall that carries inheritance and life, and only by explaining it in this way can we understand that this monster does not dare to attack the statue of Shao Si Ming."
"But it's so cold around us, isn't this a demon spell used by the black grandmother?"
Ah Niu seems to be very afraid of the black grandmother, he was almost opened by this monster just now, he was stunned when he thought about it!
Song Siyuan looked at everyone, and a trace of nervousness flashed in her eyes:
"It's not a real touch, if it's a real touch, we don't have a cold blanket at all, it's our brain that is paralyzing us, it's a kind of perceptual paralysis, if we continue to be afraid of cold, it will get colder and colder."
Yue Guanchao pondered Song Siyuan's words in his heart, he wanted to understand what was going on, his breathing was instantly heavy, and he stood up straight:
"The big guy hurriedly stood up, and then covered it with a blanket, I don't believe that our righteousness can be splashed out by the dirty things hiding in the dark."
Yue Guanchao threw away the blanket, rubbed his shoulders full of goosebumps, desperately recalled "Song of Righteousness", and shouted in the cold tremblingly:
"Shhhh Hiss...... I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit... Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds... The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star... Yu people say Haoran, Peihu is full of darkness... When the royal road is clear, Han and Tuming Court, the poor festival is seen, one by one. ”
He didn't know if the righteous song was useful, every time he and his second uncle took advantage of the dawn to walk the night to deliver goods, they would cry a few righteous songs in their throats.
First, to give yourself courage.
Second, he also wanted to scare away the beasts in front of him, so as not to encounter them and have to use force, which can be regarded as leaving a way for each of them to live.
Seeing Yue Guanchao's heroic shouting, these people also howled at the top of their throats, and for a while, the sound of breathing and righteous songs resounded throughout the temple, constantly echoing between the stone walls.
When the song is full of fun, a trace of heat comes out of the throat and eyes, warming the internal organs again, and the cold of the body disappears.
Yue Guanchao looked at everyone, the ice slag on their faces had melted and turned into droplets of water dripping down their chins, and they didn't feel so cold, and the goosebumps on their bodies gradually dissipated.
I don't know if it's their delusion, everyone just feels that the cold on their bodies has faded.
When!
Everyone only felt a pain in their brains, and their eyes seemed to be covered with black fog, and when they rubbed their eyes to see clearly, everything in the temple seemed to be back to normal.
Yue Guanchao observed carefully, the flesh and blood of the soldiers, the leeches and the slugs were all gone, and even the firelight and wailing outside the window were gone.
The window shines into the hazy sky, the statue of Shao Si Ming emits a soft light, and the sense of evil and evil disappears invisibly!
"Just now, were we hallucinating?"
Yue Guanchao didn't dare to be too sure at this time.
Utuman looked at his mountain scale armor, the armor on his chest intact, and there was no finger-long wound at all.
Yue Guanchao's eyes turned to the wall, there were traces of being chiseled by swords on all four stone walls, he took the scimitar and compared the gap in the wall, sure enough, it was completely right, and there was indeed a crack in the corner of the wall that was several inches deep.
He looked at the temple gate sharply, there was not a single gap in the hole that should have been broken!
"If that monster doesn't exist, why are we slashing around the temple?"
Yue Guanchao unconsciously walked towards the altar, and as he got closer and closer to the statue of Shao Si Ming, a strange fragrance came out of the statue, which made people can't help but feel flurry and weak under their feet.
The old man of Utuman observed Yue Guanchao's abnormal appearance, and hurriedly pricked his fingertips with a silver needle, which hurt him to regain consciousness.
The old man looked back at Ah Ying: "Girl, take out the Coptis Evil Pill, this statue is a cat." ”
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