Practice begins with the awakening of the possessed old devil

Seeing Liu Yifei hastily clapped his hands and said yes, Zhou Dacheng stood up, took the lead and walked out of the hall.

Because the official office of Honglu Temple is very close to the palace, it is also close to the Zhongshu Province who works in the palace, so they didn't call for a chariot, but just walked side by side in a hurry.

Zhou Dacheng was in poor spirits, and neither of them was in the mood to speak, and both of them quickened their steps in unison.

Go north from Honglu Temple, walk along the corridor on the east side of the imperial city, pass Binyao Gate, turn left, and walk a short distance, you will enter the palace gate of Zhongshu Province.

Because he came out of the brightly lit government office just now, the path under the city wall was getting darker and darker. Zhou Dacheng lowered his head and tried to identify the path under his feet. For some reason, he felt inexplicable fear in his heart.

It was too dark, it was already the night of August [-]th, and there was no moonlight, which was a bit abnormal.

If it weren't for the little lights in Miyagi in the northwest, this place could be described as blind.

Fortunately, the palace is very close, and it will be there soon...

Suddenly, Zhou Dacheng heard a muffled sound beside him, and Liu Yifei seemed to snort softly.

Zhou Dacheng said with a smile: "Yifei, is it too dark, did you kick something?"

There was no answer, Zhou Dacheng turned his head involuntarily.

Facing Liu Yifei's distorted and deformed face, this face was close to Zhou Dacheng's eyes.

Taking advantage of the sudden bright moonlight, Zhou Dacheng could only see a pair of blood red eyes staring straight at him.

These are already a pair of dead eyes.

Zhou Dacheng pushed Liu Yifei away from his fallen body, and his hands immediately felt hot and sticky.

He tremblingly stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and the bright red blood trickled down.

"Ah!" Zhou Dacheng finally couldn't help letting out a scream from his throat, and staggered forward along the base of the wall.

He could clearly feel that something was chasing him behind him, neither too fast nor too slow, neither far nor near.

When Long Tengwei, the imperial guard guarding the Palace Gate and Binyao Gate, rushed over, he happened to see Mr. Zhou Dacheng, whose chest was covered in blood, rushing from the dark corridor.

Seeing the guards holding light balls and torches, Zhou Dacheng opened his mouth wide and struggled for a while before uttering the three words "Dark Wizard!".

Then he fell forward and fell limply on the ground, unconscious, life and death uncertain.

Daci'en Temple is located in Jinchangfang, the capital city, occupying half of Jinchangfang. It is the largest temple in Nanqing and even in the whole world.

It was created by Jin Chanzi, the great disciple of Tathagata Buddha, Master Xuanzang who came back from the Western Paradise. There are 890 courtyards and [-] houses (including the scripture translation hall).

In fact, it is also a veritable super large house. There are zigzagging trails running through each courtyard and the front and back of the courtyard. The monks chant scriptures, worship Buddha, and do chores during the day. At night, they go to bed early to save lamp oil.

Although there is moonlight, the entire Da Ci'en Temple is still shrouded in silent night.

In the courtyard in the middle of the temple, stands a seven-story brick pagoda, which is the most famous Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Da Ci'en Temple.

At this moment, the cool night wind blows over the brackets and eaves on the top of the pagoda, and some fallen leaves may fall or pass over the body of the pagoda. The pure-colored pagoda seems to be dancing strangely in front of the dark night.

Suddenly, a faint red light floated out from the arched window hole at the bottom of the pagoda, flickering, flickering, flickering.

Suddenly, this red light disappeared, disappeared, and after a while, it shot out from the arched window on the second floor.

Then, it was the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor... and finally stopped at the highest floor of the tower.

On the round table in the center of the pagoda, a white candle was lit. In the bleak halo, about seven or eight monks surrounded the round table strangely.

Some of these monks are middle-aged in their forties, and some are young and less than 20 years old.

The leader was a middle-aged monk, wearing a yellow robe with half of his shoulders exposed, a pale and wretched face reflected by the candlelight, and a fat body wrapped in a khaki robe.

The monk's face was calm, but it gave people a sense of ferocity, and there was an indescribable terrifying aura emanating from his body.

And beside the middle-aged fat monk, seven or eight monks surrounded the table.

This group of monks didn't know what they were doing secretly.

It seems that they are the monks of Da Ci'en Temple, but they are different from the normal monks of Da Ci'en Temple.

The headed middle-aged fat monk took out a brass sculpture of Garuda Roc and what looked like an old dagger from his bosom by the dim light of the beating candle.

With saliva on his hands, his eyes greedily stared at the Dapeng Garuda and the tripod-level crown orchid sacred object Exterminating Demon Knife in his hands.

Still murmuring in a low voice: "Please inherit the Dapeng Garuda and the sacred Demon Extinguishing Knife, lower your head and end the lives of Hongtou Siqing and Shaoqing, and disrupt this Nanqing army. The army's Mid-Autumn Festival celebration banquet and ceremony."

"The Nanqing army has repeatedly defeated our Xingluo army, and news of good news from the front has frequently spread to Beijing. Our land of Xingluo, Guangdong and Guangxi will not last long. I, Long Fopu, please use the head-down technique to disrupt the capital of Nanqing, and help our country and our army turn defeat into victory and create a great success in the south. Qing army."

It turned out that this group of people was a group of black witch monks who had planned to sneak into the capital of Nanqing in the early years and increase their monkhood to hide their identities.

They are very good at lowering their heads, raising little ghosts to poison them, asking for bad cards... secretly seeking wealth and killing their lives, and carrying out various sabotage activities.

They entered Da Ci'en Temple and became monks with a long-term plan, just to act as Xingluo country's spies, lurking in the capital of Nanqing for a long time, and secret information to Xingluo country for a long time.

Even in the face of national calamity, they secretly murdered officials of the Nanqing court, disturbed the order of the Nanqing capital, and created huge chaos.

I don't know how long this group of black witch monks in Xingluo Kingdom led by Longfopu had been reciting mantras and praying for the Dharma, when suddenly there was a sound behind them.

However, nothing could be seen in the darkness, but the sound of piercing wind roared in the tower, and the black witch monks calmed down a little.

The leader, Long Fopu, was shaking his hands to put away the two magic tools in his hands, when countless shadows, large and small, suddenly appeared under the candlelight.

These are the Yin gods, little ghosts, and even the head-reducing Gu, head-reducing spirit, and head-reducing medicine they invited to move...

The "head lowering technique" is actually composed of two parts, one is "lowering" and the other is "head".

"Jing" refers to the method of magic or medicinal Gu used when casting a spell, and "head" refers to the individual being cast, and includes the connection and grasp of the individual being cast.

Therefore, although the methods of "dropping" vary greatly, the "head" is the core of the whole technique, which can be roughly divided into two types: "medicine drop" and "shu drop".