I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

Jiang Wen watched the red-clothed female ghost getting closer and closer, his heart sinking slightly. Although he knew ghosts and monsters were fast, the female ghost still exceeded his expectations.

With the sisters on either side, he gathered his magic power on his feet. With a leap, he was dozens of feet away. Compared to him now, the world's sprint champion was like the tortoise racing the hare.

Passing through a dense jungle, he lightly tapped on a tree branch. Following Li Yunshang's back, the two ran towards the depths of the mountains and forests.

"How much further to that temple!"

"Soon, soon. It's just ahead." The old woman's weak voice came, and Jiang Wen followed her words to look. In the visible distance, a slightly dilapidated temple appeared.

The female ghost, perhaps sensing something, let out an even more shrill scream. Turning into a red shadow, she pounced towards Jiang Wen.

Icy claws tore across Jiang Wen's back, and he felt a bone-chilling cold spread throughout his body.

The golden core in his sea of life emitted a faint golden light, and the surging warmth instantly dispelled the chill.

"We're here!"

The temple was close at hand, and Jiang Wen jumped in with a few steps.

"Why didn't you help Shuxiang resolve this matter?" Jiang Wen frowned, feeling slightly uneasy. His intuition told him that Shuxiang might be in danger.

"Hey."

She moved gently, cleaning Jiang Wen's back wound little by little. Looking at the three palm-length scratches, the little woman's eyes welled up with tears.

"These four Celestial Gods are the highest deities of the Orthodox God Dao. The Orthodox God Dao reverently calls them the Four Supreme Venerables of the Supreme Yellow Heaven. If you see such statues in the temples of the Orthodox God Dao in the future, don't make mistakes in your worship."

Li Yunshang found some firewood and lit it, illuminating the temple. She used magic to clean up a clean resting place and sat cross-legged on the ground to restore her magic power.

"This is the Decree-Bestowing Creation God Lord."

Jiang Wen smiled frankly, took out bandages and wound medicine from his storage bag, and handed them to her: "It's okay, it's just a small injury."

"Shuxiang wanted to relieve herself, so that grandma took her to the back of the temple to take care of it," Li Yunshang said, holding her cheeks.

"Delicious."

He scanned around the fire and noticed that three people seemed to be missing.

"This is the Demon-Slaying, Evil-Expelling, Reward-Good, Punish-Evil Heavenly Emperor."

Horse-bodied with a human face, four feet like arms, a tail like a scorpion, and four eyes on its face. Riding a hundred-bird cloud chariot, wrapped in a ribbon.

"Hey! Li Yunshang!" Jiang Wen said unhappily.

Jiang Wen thought that the gods believed in by the Orthodox God Dao were similar to what he imagined, but today it seemed that the gap was very large.

"If it weren't for protecting us, Jiang-gege wouldn't have been injured," Moxiang said with some self-reproach.

"Does it hurt?" A cool little hand touched him.

"Fellow Daoist Li, do you recognize the immortals in this temple?" Jiang Wen asked Li Yunshang curiously.

After hearing this, Li Yunshang also looked at the murals, propped her chin, and opened her mouth after thinking for a moment: "This seems to be a temple of the Orthodox God Dao, and the immortals on the paintings are all the gods enshrined by the Orthodox God Dao."

It stood in front of the temple gate, baring its teeth and claws at the inside.

Different shapes, bull-headed and rat-faced. There are tusked pig heads sitting cross-legged, and hundred-eyed knife-wielding guardians with fierce faces.

This is a long-abandoned temple. The statue sitting in the center of the temple is dilapidated and even missing a head.

"Hiss--it's okay." Jiang Wen felt a tingling sensation on his back and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Recently, he has been practicing the art of life, and his physique is not comparable to ordinary people. The wound on his back might be fatal to ordinary people, but to him, it was just a small injury.

After the commotion, the group rested around the fire. The old woman hugged her grandson and looked outside, while Jiang Wen took the opportunity to carefully examine the temple.

Seeing that it didn't dare to come in, Jiang Wen felt a lot more at ease. It seemed that something in the temple was preventing the monster from entering.

Rather than saying they are gods, it is better to say they are monsters.

Delicious? Jiang Wen came back to his senses. Beside his ears was the crackling sound of burning firewood. The noises just now were an illusion, a hallucination caused by seeing too much.

"This is the Savior from Suffering, Great Compassionate Dao Venerable."

After Li Yunshang finished speaking about the four deities, Jiang Wen did not recover for a long time. Looking at the strangely shaped gods, it was hard for him to believe that these were the gods worshiped by the people of this world.

"Wasn't it because you suddenly fell into a demonic obstacle? No matter how much we called you, we couldn't wake you up. I was afraid you would become possessed, so I stayed to watch you." Li Yunshang said with a pout. "Besides, that old woman is very kind, what are you afraid of?"

Head of three snakes, body of a human, chest with a child's face, bare-chested and breast-exposed lying on a lotus platform.

"Orthodox God Dao?" Jiang Wen was a little puzzled. He had heard Chang Mingzi mention the Orthodox God Dao before. It was a sect that believed in immortals and was famous in the cultivation world for its art of borrowing the law to invite gods.

They all had ferocious faces, staring at the temple on the murals.

"The deities on this painting are the three hundred and sixty divine generals of the Orthodox God Dao. The four at the top are the Four Yellow Heaven Venerables they enshrine." Li Yunshang pointed to the four huge deities at the highest point with exquisite paintings, listing them one by one.

"It's probably an illusion." He rubbed his temples, and after his spirits eased, he looked elsewhere.

The red-clothed female ghost pounced, and then seemed to encounter something terrifying, hesitating outside the temple and not daring to enter.

"Brother Jiang, your back is bleeding." Moxiang looked at Jiang Wen's back, wiped the wound with a tissue, and said with great distress.

Looking at the last one, it was a portrait like an ordinary person. Its hands were clasped together, and a large mouth was open on its abdomen. It sat under a large tree, and hanged people were hanging from the tree.

The four sides were painted with various strangely shaped divine murals, and each image was completely different from the immortals that Jiang Wen imagined.

The female ghost outside the temple did not leave for a long time, and the temple was exceptionally quiet.

Besides Moxiang, who was sleeping next to him, Shuxiang and the old woman, who were originally sitting beside him, were gone.

"No, I always feel uneasy." Jiang Wen felt his heart pounding, and a sense of unease spread. "Where did they go?"

"Where else could they go? Just behind this temple. You might be able to see them if you go over there."

"You stay here and protect Moxiang, I'll go check on Shuxiang's situation." Jiang Wen stood up and strode towards the backyard.