Tao Yuanming didn't want to go out on the street with great fanfare.

can't stand the rapid spread of gossip by good men and women.

His ox cart had just been put on, and the rumor had already spread through the streets.

Therefore, he went out the back door, and many people began to follow behind the ox cart one after another.

Running to tell each other, tears welled up in their eyes.

When Ling Muyun arrived on the street, Xie Nan had already squeezed through the crowd of people, and put the pine nut wine on the car where there was not much space.

After getting Tao Yuanming's nod of thanks, he looked shy.

In a panic, he reported to his home, hoping that one day, Tao Yuanming, like Liu Ziji, would come to the Peach Blossom Land and leave one or two ink treasures.

Infected by the warm atmosphere of the scene, Ling Muyun looked at Tao Yuanming with curiosity.

Handsome and dignified, fair-skinned, with less beard, wearing a scarf on his head, a brown robe, and no belt.

Coupled with his talent, it is indeed not surprising that he fascinates a dry person, etc.

"Ling Gongzi also likes Tao Yuanming?"

"Hmm......" Ling Muyun nodded and said, "Miss Lu's body has recovered a bit?" ”

It was Lu Youtong who spoke.

From afar, she saw Ling Muyun huddled in the crowd, stretching her neck to look.

Special moved over: "I was thinking of going to the Divine Sect to make a vow, but I just happened to run into it." ”

Hearing that Lu Youtong was going to the Zoroastrian church, Ling Muyun frowned.

Isn't this nothing to do?

"Why, Ling Gongzi has such an expression?"

"Miss Lu, with all due respect, it's better not to go to the place of Huangqiu." Ling Muyun didn't know how to mention the reason, so he had to persuade tactfully.

"Didn't you expel ...... last time?"

Lu Youtong wanted to speak and stopped.

Ling Muyun originally wanted to say that there was more than one demon in the world, but he was afraid of frightening Lu Youtong.

With a roll of his eyes, he said: "It has nothing to do with last time, I watched the sky at night and calculated that it is not suitable for sacrifice this month." ”

In Lu Youtong's heart, he is a Xuandao cultivator, and what he says will definitely not deceive her.

"Even if that's the case, it doesn't hurt later."

While talking, Xie Nan walked through the crowd, walked back, and greeted Lu Youtong familiarly.

I think the two have some overlap in plain life.

Ling Muyun didn't know how to talk to a woman from a rich and noble family, and Xie Nan's arrival happened to relieve the siege.

Seeing that the two were talking happily, they stood quietly and listened to him talk about Zoroastrianism.

Zoroastrianism? Both were Zoroastrians?

Ling Muyun couldn't help but straighten his ears.

During their conversation, it was learned that on the seventh day of the week, Zoroastrian congregations went to church for group worship.

And on that day, Liu Li or Liu Chan will definitely have one to participate.

In the evening, a fire is lit in the courtyard and a wish is made to the main god.

Ling Muyun secretly calculated: The time to explore the Zoroastrian Sect was chosen at this time!

I found an excuse casually, returned to the inn, and took out the Dunjia Heavenly Book from under the pillow to look through.

He vaguely remembered that it recorded the technique of concealing the true qi, called retreat.

It's just the right thing to hide from his true Qi overflow.

In this way, when he sneaked into the church, Liu Chan would not perceive himself before anyone arrived.

Although in front of the Great Grandmaster, it was unlikely that a low-level cultivator would want to hide his figure, but Ling Muyun was not ready to disguise himself and enter the church in a grand manner.

At the time of wishing, being a gentleman on the beam is really familiar.

For the remaining seven days, Ling Muyun had been practicing the first sword of "With God", combined with the Spring Thunder Derivative Knife Technique, trying to kill the enemy with one blow.

Although the room was messy, fortunately, Xie Nan didn't mind.

That box of books is enough to make up for the loss, and it is more than enough.

At the same time, the ground escape: one step of thousands of miles also practiced to a distance of five hundred zhang, and after the end, he slipped away, and he was a little more sure.

In the afternoon of that day, Ling Muyun walked around the side of the Yellow Hill, evaded the mountain guards, and lay down in the bird's nest of a big tree next to the church.

As far as the eye can see, Zoroastrianism has gathered hundreds of believers, all reciting the awkward scriptures.

Until the sun goes down.

Liu Chan, dressed in a robe and holding an unknown parchment book in his hand, came to the square surrounded by believers.

When Liu Chan recited the scriptures, the golden light flashed all over his body, which was a miracle in the eyes of believers.

In the eyes of ordinary believers, the slightest means used by practitioners can play a role in confusing them.

What's more, in this troubled world, anyone who has a little reputation will make up some visions of his birth.

Ling Muyun couldn't use True Qi because he used the Technique of Concealment, so he slipped down silently and sneaked into the Zoroastrian Sect through the back door.

Exactly the same as the first time I saw it, the enshrined is still the dragon, the phoenix, the lion, and the main god is Liu Li.

There were no other anomalies.

Since Liu Chan wants the blood of that boy, there must be a place to hide, or some clues.

Ling Muyun took a closer look, and carefully inspected the well and attic in the backyard, and even slipped into the inner room, but found nothing, so he had to come to the main hall again.

Just when Ling Muyun thought he was too careful, he finally found a clue on Liu Li's statue.

Liu Li also held his hands flat, which was basically the same as Liu Chan, who had just held the scriptures, in terms of expression and demeanor.

The only difference was that he didn't have a book in his hand.

Ling Muyun seemed to have caught some clue, and his gaze moved downward.

At Liu Li's feet, there is a bluestone tile, and the gap is larger than the other tiles.

Ling Muyun tentatively pressed Liu Li's hands, increasing his strength little by little, just when the weight of a book happened:

"Click!"

With a slight crisp, the bluestone tile slowly rose, revealing a hole that could be entered and exited by one person.

Under the entrance of the cave is a tunnel, dark and bottomless.

"It's really funny!"

Ling Muyun dodged into the tunnel, groping all the way with the sound of ticking water.

After walking a distance of about 100 zhang, I came across a stone gate carved with a two-horned monster.

Not locked.

Pushing open the stone door, there was a sudden light in front of him.

Under the illumination of twenty-eight ever-bright lanterns, a huge sarcophagus was bound by eight chains, and it was in mid-air.

The chains were crimson, dripping with a viscous liquid.

Combined with the strong smell of blood in the air, Ling Muyun probably guessed the effect of the blood of the boy and the girl.

Seal!

"What's locked in the sarcophagus?"

It stands to reason that if it is very important, then it will inevitably be heavily guarded or heavily organized.

But along the way, except for a slightly poor line of sight, there is nothing abnormal.

If it doesn't matter, the talisman seal on the coffin is clearly a Taoist technique, cumbersome and complicated, and you can know that it is deliberate at a glance.

"Whew!"

Blood dripped down the chains and onto the seal, igniting a spark that was fleeting.

The red light of the Fu seal flourished, and then it fell silent again.

Ling Muyun circled around the coffin and found that some of the talismans had been mottled, and when the blood dripped up, there was no sound.

"Zoroastrianism breaking the seal?"