Chapter 167: Changqing's Last Work, Yulan Festival

"There is indeed something wrong with those magic pills..."

Chen Yi shook off the blood on his hands and murmured to himself.

The pig demon blocking his way collapsed and fell to the ground, making no sound.

However, the root vines growing on it have not died, they are still wriggling and growing wantonly.

This situation is the same as those of crazy Taoist priests.

Those mad Taoist priests who were killed by Fugugu were not really dead even though they were shattered into pieces and torn into pieces.

Every inch of their flesh and blood is rooted in root vines.

If the roots and vines are not dead, they will not die. They will live forever and will never die.

Given time, they will get up again and become the living dead one by one.

Obviously, the crazy Taoist priests in Wuzhuang Temple came from this.

Chen Yi shook his head and ignored the little demons who panicked and fled in all directions because he killed the pig demon.

He stepped on the corpse of the pig demon, walked into the house, and looked around.

Inside the house, broken utensils and decayed wooden chairs can be seen everywhere.

The once intact gate has long since become dilapidated.

Thick and twisted roots emerged from under the blue bricks and spread throughout the house.

The wooden bookshelves have long since decayed and collapsed.

The old and yellowed bamboo slips and scrolls were spread out randomly and discarded on the ground.

Chen Ye glanced around and found that most of the scrolls and bamboo slips on the ground recorded Yin Yang, Five Elements, astronomy and geography.

It seems like this place is a library?

The Boneless Man and the black-hearted old lady must have come here to find the Wordless Book and try their luck.

But obviously, from the way their hands were empty when they left, it can be seen that there is no wordless book here.

Chen Yi casually turned over a few bamboo slips. The densely packed small seals on them made his scalp numb.

"Brother Chen, this is about Yin Yang and Five Elements."

"Brother Chen, this is about the art of yellow and white."

"Hiss! Brother Chen, this is about Feng Shui, astronomy and geography."

The scholar fanned himself and looked at the bamboo slips and exclaimed from time to time.

Chen Yi felt a headache after hearing this and waved away the scholar.

He didn't come here to learn these things...

Since there is no wordless heavenly book here, let's go find the black-hearted old lady and the inhumane bones.

Chen Yi thought about this and wanted to turn around and leave.

However, at this moment, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of dark red.

Chen Ye raised his eyebrows and stopped.

He leaned down and pulled out the pile of scattered papers, most of which were stained with dark red blood.

It was mottled and looked like yellow paper from many years ago. It was covered with rows of scrawled, crazy words in blood.

this……

It seems to be the final work of a Taoist priest...

Chen Biao clutched the yellow paper and looked at it carefully.

"A poor person will always be young. If anyone comes after him and sees this book..."

"Run! You must run!"

"Don't stay in Wanshou Mountain. It's very dangerous here, very dangerous!"

"Everything has changed since Master Zhenyuan left!"

"Hahaha, so that's it..."

"I thought they were the ones who were crazy, but now it seems that I am the crazy one. It turns out that I have been crazy for a long time, hahaha..."

Large areas of blood were spread all over the yellow paper, making the writing on it intermittent and blurry.

In many places, the preface does not match the postscript, which seems inexplicable.

When Chen Yi saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This pile of bloody paper with crazy words written on it is really of no use to the black-hearted old lady who is looking for the wordless heavenly book, and to the bones.

But for Chen Yi, it allowed him to understand what happened in Wuzhuang Temple in the past.

At the same time, Chen Ye could clearly feel that the vision on the human skin paper was becoming more and more active.

Obviously, Human Skin wanted him to go deep into Wuzhuang Temple and explore this place.

Chen Ye carefully rummaged through the yellow paper with blood writing that he could find, hoping to get more useful information from it.

As Changqing writes on yellow paper, her mood seems to be gradually changing.

At first, the handwriting on the yellow paper could still retain some order, but later it became more and more scrawled and difficult to read.

"Damn it! What on earth is Qingfeng Mingyue doing?"

"Didn't Master Zhenyuan go to Lingshan to attend the Bon Bon Festival?"

"How come it's already July 15th and you haven't come back yet?"

"Wanshou Mountain is closed, and the Wuzhuang Temple is closed. Is this the decision made by Qingfeng Mingyue without authorization, or is it the intention of the master?"

Lines of scrawled handwriting vaguely reveal what happened here in the past.

Chen Bao's eyes moved slightly. Immortal Zhenyuan went to Lingshan to attend the Bon Bon Festival?

Judging from this Taoist priest's last words, could it be that the Great Immortal Zhenyuan never came back, and something went wrong with the two Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue?

He suppressed his concentration and continued to look.

"What happened?!"

"Why is the ancestor of Zhenyuan not coming back for so long!"

"Why has the mountain been closed for so long?"

The handwriting became more and more scrawled, and the Taoist priest who wrote this text seemed to be extremely frightened.

"No, no, we can't go on like this!"

"My brothers and sisters in the temple, their longevity is almost over!"

"It's funny to say that the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple are worried about their longevity."

..."Could it be that Qingfeng Mingyue is crazy!"

"We are their seniors. Qingfeng Mingyue is so disrespectful. Even if we even take a look at the back garden, we will be kicked out."

"He also said that his master had said that no one should go near the garden."

"That's easy to say!"

"Now that we are approaching the end of our lives, we can't even smell... What should we do!"

The bloody words of the Taoist priest became more and more agitated, and large patches of blood stained many of the words on it, making many places blurred.

"Back garden?"

Chen Xi was thoughtful. If he remembered correctly, the ginseng fruit tree was in the back garden.

I don't know if the black-hearted old lady and the bones that don't change have seen this.

If they have seen this, they are probably going to the back garden now.

After all, even if they don't know that there are ginseng fruit trees in the back garden, they can tell from the Taoist priest's words that the back garden is not a simple place.

Now the few words revealed by the bloody words can roughly tell what happened in Wuzhuangguan at the beginning.

First of all, Zhenyuan Daxian never returned, and Wuzhuangguan closed the mountain and closed its doors.

For unknown reasons, all the disciples are approaching the end of their lives.

They wanted to go to the back garden to live on the ginseng fruit, but were stopped by Qingfeng Mingyue and were not allowed to approach.

Chen Xi stroked his chin, and the Vairocana Five Buddha Crown radiated wisdom light, making his mind particularly active.

Qingfeng Mingyue was able to guard it so strictly that even the fellow brothers and elders who were approaching their lifespans could not smell the ginseng fruit.

It seems that there is indeed something wrong with the ginseng fruit tree...

Chen Xi tried to restore the situation in the Wuzhuang Temple by guessing.

He fiddled with the blood-stained yellow paper and continued to look for potentially useful information.

"Hahaha, they are all crazy!"

"There are guys who are neither human nor ghost everywhere!"

"My life is coming to an end, and my magic power is gone. I can't fight to the death."

"Do I have to learn from them to live forever and survive?"

"No! No! Even if I die, I can't become a ghost!"

"I am the disciple of Zhenyuan Daxian, and I have achieved the Tao. How can I fall to this..."

...

"Why are all my fellow apprentices around me so happy and smiling recently?"

"Wuzhuangguan has become like this, and they can still laugh!"

"No! They must have done something secretly from me , how come all the white hairs turned back to black hair? "

"The smell of the brothers is so fragrant..."

"Did they hide some magic medicine and secretly enjoy it?"

"Wait! How come those monsters outside who are neither human nor ghost look so similar to my brothers and sisters?"

"My head is so itchy... am I going to grow a brain?"

"No, I remember! I remember!"

"Hahaha, so that's why, it turns out that I also ate those things!"

"No wonder I can live until now, hahaha, no wonder!"

The scribbled bloody handwriting stopped here.

Chen Xi frowned and couldn't help but smacking his tongue.

Although the information on the yellow paper was a little fragmented and difficult to distinguish, He still guessed something from it.

Obviously, those crazy Taoist priests outside were the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple.

And the Taoist priest who wrote the last words probably ended up turning into a demon.

Although we don't know what happened to make them change from being a complete Taoist to what they are now.

But what is certain is that this is definitely related to the demonic world.

In the demonic world, all living things seem to be affected.

Even a strong Zen master like Wuchao had evil thoughts because of this.

These Taoists in Wuzhuang Temple naturally couldn't escape the disaster.

The last words of Taoist Changqing did provide Chen Xi with a lot of useful information.

But unfortunately, the last Taoist Changqing didn't make it.

Maybe one of the crazy Taoists who was broken into pieces and scattered on the ground was the Taoist Changqing who wrote the last words.

Chen Xi shook his head and put the bloodstained yellow paper back to its original place.

In the last words, the last change of Taoist Changqing was obviously caused by what he ate, which turned him into a demon.

Was it the strange ginseng fruit or some magic medicine?

Chen Xi didn't know, so he had to put the question in his heart for the time being.

He walked out of the house and looked around first.

The demons who had robbed the elixir before had already gone their separate ways and fled from here.

They were unwilling to leave and were still looking for possible opportunities in the front yard of Wuzhuang Temple.

Chen Xi retracted his gaze and wanted to see where Buhuagu and the black-hearted old lady had gone.

His eye consciousness moved slightly, and his divine eye began to work.

Chen Xi's eyes were filled with glass light, and he could see through thousands of shapes and colors.

In a short while, he found the traces of Buhuagu and the black-hearted old lady.

The sedan chair and the black coffin, the red and white evil spirits were particularly conspicuous in Wuzhuang Temple.

They walked slowly and gradually went deeper into Wuzhuang Temple.

And the direction they were going to was indeed the back garden.

Chen Xi understood and it was not beyond his expectation.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed Chen Xi suddenly realized that the place where Bu Hua Gu and the black-hearted old lady were going to...

It seems that the evil spirit is quite strong...