；“This hunting path...”
Lao Gong opened his mouth wide, but his eyes couldn't stop looking at Si Yan, as well as Han Qiu's body.
“The Dao is not a Taoist, nor is it a Taoist. In other words, it can be considered as something in the heart of the Daoist... It's... the Dao?”
Lao Gong's words were unclear, not only did I understand them in a foggy way, but Luoqi also looked completely puzzled.
Instead, Han Qiu took over the conversation and explained everything clearly.
The existence of Mao San is like a demonic obstacle in the hearts of all the Daoists like Jìn Yáng.
The so-called "hunting path" does not mean to kill the Taoists, but to lure them into taking a wrong path.
The practice of Daoist refinement emphasizes harmony between heaven and earth, natural Daoist laws, physical strength is secondary, and the most important thing is temperament.
Every time one's power makes a breakthrough or encounters a bottleneck, it is when a Taoist's temperament may become unstable and vulnerabilities may arise.
At a critical moment of life and death, it is even more so.
Mao San just specializes in choosing such an opportunity, throwing out a temptation that Daoist cannot refuse, and then collecting his body.
Once, Mao San only hunted the Dao.
When this matter became big, various Daoist temples gathered to beat him up, and he was given a rule not to practice the Dao again!
Even banned from appearing in the streets and alleys of Jìn Yáng, he could only hide in the gray areas like Méngfāng.
And Mao San himself is an extremely special Yinyang master, whose methods are astonishing, with knowledge that extends from divination in the heavens to the subtleties of geography on earth.
Mao San must have foreseen that today's regulators would face difficulties in the Daoist temples.
His father Han Zhashi was in critical condition.
That's why Mao San would decisively leave the underbelly and come to the Changfeng Taoist Temple!
Han Qiu's explanation was firm and resolute.
My face color changed slightly.
Then isn't this 'hunting the Dao' just trading corpses?
Mao San... haven't you been hunting me all this time?
But I had a firm temperament and never swayed.
Han Qiu sighed deeply before saying, "Luo brother, dealing with Mao San is definitely not a good thing. If you two don't have a strong relationship, he must be after you."
"I will warn you, don't agree to anything he asks! Don't owe him any debts! If you lose yourself, that's really it."
I nodded.
Only, there was a moment of silence in my heart.
Because, I understand something.
My temperament was indeed resilient, but essentially, it was because I hadn't been pushed to the brink of despair. When Mao San came to help me, I had too many cards up my sleeve. Even now, land qi is the last shield I have.
What about someone else, like Han Qiu?
If Si Yan were to get into trouble, and Han Qiu's personal strength wasn't enough, there would be no other way, Mao San could save Si Yan and even give her some benefits!
Moreover, Mao San's choice of timing was exactly when Han Qiu was nervous and undecided.
Could Han Qiu withstand the temptation?
Once you use Mao San's affairs, you will become Mao San's corpse!
According to Han Qiu's words, the bodies Mao San "hunts" for, are mainly Daoists.
Until he stopped hunting the Dao, his target changed!
Even if the target changes, Mao San would definitely not be interested in ordinary people.
He looks up to me, looks up to Old Qin... because we are special enough, not inferior to Daoists?
Then why does Mao San collect so many special people's bodies and what does he want to do?
As the words were spoken, the car stopped outside the Changfeng Taoist Temple.
The temple gate was open, so we got out of the car.
A strong smell of bloodiness surged towards us.
What we saw in front of us made our hearts tremble even more.
At least ten or so green-robed Daoists, like a row of bells, hanging on the eaves of the main hall, slightly swaying...
The ground was littered with bodies, scattered in a chaotic manner.
Those are not evil dead bodies, just normal people.
No, normal people wouldn't die here, Daoists couldn't possibly murder innocents.
Therefore, those bodies belong to the people from the ghost chamber.
Among the splattered blood, there were countless curled scripts.
"Ah... so sad, two sides are wounded." Old Gong shook his head hard.
"The green-robed Daoists are not very strong, and the people from the ghost chamber who died wouldn't be too strong either." I shook my head and said directly.
"No, no. The green-robed Daoists' own people are indeed weak... They were killed first by the people from the ghost chamber, but then, they were also killed."
"The symbols are not strong enough to restrain the ghosts lingering here, but the souls are gone... only leaving some echoes of lamentation... It's another even more terrifying ghost that ate them."
It was Han Qiu who spoke, his expression extremely solemn.
Si Yan by his side was tightly compressing his face, showing no signs of relaxation or negligence.
After a short rest, she seemed to have recovered some energy.
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I murmured, "Retribution ghost?"
Ghosts can eat other ghosts, and within the Longfeng Daoist Temple, it's the most ferocious Retribution Ghost.
Of course, on the premise that Wei Youming hasn't been let out.
Although it's hard to compare the actual strength of the two, my intuition still tells me that Wei Youming is more difficult, because, he has a disease.
If Wei Youming comes out, it's possible that everyone might die.
I only hope that my premise hasn't been shattered.
"Probably it is the Retribution Ghost," Han Qiu muttered in a low voice.
"First find Elderman Han, the ghost chamber is attacking the Retribution Ghost and the Twenty-Eight Prisons. At his age, causing such a great thunderbolt would drain his energy." Si Yan spoke in a low voice: "He has to resist ghosts and also repel the ghost chamber, the pressure is too great."
I looked at Han Qiu for a longer time without speaking, but my look spoke volumes.
There's another danger, that is Sun Zhuo!
"Let's go to the back hall." Han Qiu stepped forward, walking directly in the direction of the back hall, and Si Yan followed closely behind.
I nodded to Luoqi and whispered, "Follow me closely."
Ruoqi grabbed the hem of my robe, and I followed them forward.
In an instant, we were at the door of the back hall.
Han Qiu reached out and pushed the door.
Just as he was about to open the door, Old Gong's eyes widened suddenly, and he pulled his neck back and shouted, "Don't open!"
Han Qiu's hand immediately froze.
Old Gong gave a quick sniff, his eyes briefly losing focus.
The next second, when he came to his senses, the haziness in his eyes had turned into a look of horror.
"Oh no... We've really made a big mess..."
Old Gong's words are not hitting the key point, but rather causing anxiety.
"You can't even explain things properly, Old Gong, are you not feeling well?" Luoqi pouted, stamping his feet.
"Oh no... my little big lady..."
Old Gong gritted his teeth, his eyebrows almost rising up from the tightness!
His head showed signs of being about to disintegrate.
Old Gong, is he about to break down!?
He collapsed due to his perception?
That's right, Old Gong has already collapsed multiple times when he perceived.
However, these multiple collapses seem to be all because of Wei Youming!?
"Being vague and evasive?" Luoqi's eyebrows were furrowed, and she poked Old Gong's forehead with her finger.
Bang!
Old Gong's head was about to disintegrate...
"Agh!" Luoqi was startled.
After all, Old Gong's head had been resting on her shoulder.
In the next second, Luoqi slapped her chest and shook violently, but amazingly, half of Old Gong's disintegrated head managed to reconcentrate itself.
"The old man is a madman, he's been captured by the crazy headmaster, who's treating a phony Daoist for his illness. He said he was delusional, he said he was mentally split. He said his illness is serious!"
"Everyone wants to run, but can't escape..."
"Don't go in, once you go in, whether you have a illness or not, you'll have to take some medicine."
Old Gong's forehead was covered in sweat, after saying these words, he felt like he had just collapsed, sticking out his tongue.
Luoqi looked at me with a puzzled expression.
Han Qiu looked confused.
Si Yan's forehead was also covered in sweat.
"Old Gong, are you so afraid of him? Can't you take us around and avoid him? Where is Elderman Han?"
"We don't want to conflict with him, but we have to take Elderman Han away!"
Normally, Si Yan is very distant and repulsive towards Old Gong.
At this moment, she is actually talking to Old Gong.
"Ah... Ah... Old Gong, it's as if he was injected with adrenaline. He licked his lips and stared straight at Si Yan, the feeling of fainting was gone all of a sudden."
At this moment, Luoqi couldn't care less about arguing with Old Gong and felt increasingly uneasy.
Just then, Old Gong didn't say anything, he just looked at Si Yan and kept licking his lips non-stop.
Han Qiu's face turned dark and unpredictable.
On Si Yan's forehead, another thin layer of sweat appeared.
In the next moment, Si Yan seemed to take a deep breath, and she reached for something from her waist, which was a silk handkerchief. She threw it towards Old Gong's head.
Old Gong's excited eyes shone brightly.
He jumped off Luoqi's shoulder all of a sudden, caught the handkerchief in his mouth, and landed in my waistcoat.
Then, he pressed the handkerchief against the opening of my waistcoat.
He still didn't utter a sound, only licking his lips, and staring at Si Yan in a dazed manner.
Si Yan's expression gradually turned ugly.
