"Loving father... calm down your anger and grant me eternal life! My body will not decay, and my spirit will never die!"

Ling Suzi's beard and hair are all white, he wears a lotus crown on his head and a pine-patterned crane robe. He looks like a true cultivator.

I saw him folding his hands on his chest and looking respectful.

Bow down and bow to the blank portrait hanging on the wall of the stone room.

While reciting something in a low voice, it seemed like he was reciting Taoism.

His lips and tongue moved on one side, as if he was chewing something.

As this kind of prayer deepens, the flesh and blood under the skin begins to become active.

Like a restless baby, it makes a sharp whistle.

Fine cracks began to appear on the rosy and smooth body.

Like narrow eyes, slightly narrowed.

There are more than a hundred channels, gradually appearing on the chest, back, waist and abdomen, and limbs.

The dark eyes kept turning, making the sound of silkworms eating leaves.

Then, they all looked at the same place.

That stern look made people's hair stand on end.

"Tong'er, why did you sneak in? You're disobedient, Tong'er!"

Ling Suzi stood up slowly and looked back.

There were also many cracks on the fairy-like face of the crane-haired child-like face, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

"This old Taoist priest... worships one of the four gods, Nu Zun.

No wonder a plague broke out in Yingguan, and nearly 100,000 people died.

According to the cause and effect, it is very likely that the Shuangxian Sect and the guard Zhao Rusong colluded!"

Ji Yuan thought about lightning and simply kicked the copper frame down.

He picked up the mahogany sword and raised his hand to kill him.

He would never sit still and wait for death, now that this old Taoist priest found out.

Even if "the ants are dying and unable to resist", the opponent will still be covered in blood.

"Tong'er... you are not Qingfeng Tong'er! Interesting, could it be that you are a side sect monk worshiped by the big bandit outside the city?"

The old Taoist priest is like a monster, like a monster wearing a Taoist robe.

Tsk tsk tsk!

More than a dozen cracks opened and closed on his face, spitting out tapeworm-like threads of flesh.

Crack!

The mahogany sword used to decorate the facade seems to be as fast as lightning and extremely sharp.

But the Qingfeng Taoist boy's blood energy was weak and he couldn't exert his power at all.

The peach wood sword was entangled with a few tapeworm threads, twisted, and turned into exploding debris.

Then the remaining momentum does not diminish, like a snake spitting out a message, it shoots away.

It was as if the hook was stretched straight, ruthlessly passing through Qingfeng Taoist's thin body.

Turning around, he pulled back hard and pulled the person in front of him.

"Tell me! Who are you?"

Ling Suzi narrowed his eyes, and the tapeworm-like flesh thread tightly strangled the Qingfeng Taoist boy.

With just a thought, it can be divided into countless stumps.

"Old Taoist priest... the Dragon Blood Qi Seizing Decoction, the Menghu Gang's destruction of the family, and the fake corpses in Yizhuang... you are all responsible for this!"

Ji Yuan was happy and unafraid, staring coldly at Ling Suzi's deformed body, and shouted as if he was a guest.

"Hahaha, Tong'er, what do you know? As long as the poor Taoist master practices this elixir of immortality as a saint, he will definitely be named a great virtuous and holy master!

When the time comes, we will wipe out the wars in the world and rebuild the world!"

Ling Suzi's face trembled, and he kept laughing strangely.

"It's a pity that I asked you to break it today, but you won't be able to survive!"

Dozens of cracks bulged outward, and tapeworm-like threads of flesh emerged.

It easily penetrated Qingfeng Taoist's Tianling Cap and sucked out all the brain juice inside.

Ji Yuan's eyesight went black again, and blood filled the air, turning into the word "death" in Dou Da.

Before he died, he heard Ling Suzi proudly saying to himself:

"No matter who sends you and lays a secret pile, the poor Taoist can eat all the flesh and blood and still remain unnoticed..."

As if waking up from a dream, Ji Yuan opened his eyes again, his thoughts rising and falling like waves:

"Ling Suzi is a disciple of Nu Zun. It is said that Nu Zun is in charge of the creation of spirits and the vitality of all things. He is the oldest among the four gods.

She is not like the Blood God who regards the weak as nothing and kills all living beings.

Nor is it like the Qi Shi who uses heaven and earth as a chessboard to taste despair and ecstasy,

It is even less like the Dragon King who indulges his desires and seeks boundless bliss and ultimate emptiness.

When the wrathful Lord does not move his true fire, he is like a loving father, tolerant of all,

Regardless of beauty, ugliness, good or evil, monsters or spirits, as long as you sincerely take refuge, you will surely receive rewards.

It was normal for Ling Suzi to refine the elixir of immortality and be bewitched by Lord Nu.

Throughout the ages, many emperors have been seeking immortality and have fallen into the clutches of the angry king."

After two explorations, the sky was already bright.

The blazing sun shines through the window paper into the house.

Ji Yuan sat on the bed, sorting out the clues he gained from this night of dreaming and falling into the Dragon Cave alone.

Some people made a big fuss out of that troublesome dragon and used the dragon's blood to make Qi-destroying soup.

It caused a corpse mutiny in the city and caused chaos, thereby completing a more terrifying conspiracy!

The biggest suspects are naturally Ling Suzi of Shuangxian Temple and Zhao Rusong, the guard who firmly controls the dragon corpse.

These two people may have been bewitched by Nu Zun, or they may be seeking benefits.

He willingly fell and became a pawn, using the people in the city as human sacrifices in exchange for the favor and favors of the four foreign gods.

As for Yingguan, it formed the Falling Dragon Cave and turned into an isolated cave ruins.

Since then, he has sunk into the underworld, only to emerge recently.

This is another story.

"So, the center of Fallen Dragon Cave...either lies in Shuangxian Temple, or is hidden in the garrison mansion."

Ji Yuan's mind was settled, and after washing up a little, he opened the door and walked out.

Once you know where to go, everything will be easier.

"Baihu got up so early."

Pei Tuyan, who was sitting outside the hall, said insincerely.

He slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.

There is no such thing as "morning".

"Your skin is itchy? Do you want me to relax your muscles and bones?"

Ji Yuan snorted softly, making Pei Tu shrink his neck in fright.

Master Baihu's fists and kicks were cruel and heavy.

Last time, because she was discussing Mrs. Yu from Wannian County in private, she was punished in the name of discussing with each other.

After a severe beating, I couldn't get out of bed for three or four days.

"Where is Qin Qianhu? Why don't you see her?"

Ji Yuan saw that the table in the lobby was filled with delivered files and piled up into a small mountain.

"Maybe he's tired and still resting in the room."

Pei Tu coughed twice, admiration flashed in his eyes.

Ji Baihu, who was in the second realm of Tongmai, was actually able to subdue Qin Qianhu, who was in the third realm of blood exchange, so docilely.

You must have extraordinary strengths, otherwise how could you do it!

"You order someone to prepare some food, and I'll wake up Qin Qianhu.
To be continued...