Immortals come on the moon

"Three thousand years ago, there were wars and turmoil, and Gongzi Lan must have been too busy to take care of himself," the man said. "His clan respects him very much, and kneeling here is not for others."

"It's praying for him."

Since it is praying for Gong Zilan...the statue inside should be dedicated to... Changle?

Song Minhuan was surprised that this puppet knew a lot, and he asked, "How did you know this?"

"The more you hear about it, the more you'll know," the man avoided the white bones on one side, "Let's go in and have a look first."

The two of them went to the temple together, he stepped into the Zhumen, reached out and touched the wet moss on the Zhumen, the stone slabs on the ground were cracked, the man reminded him when he left.

"Be careful."

As soon as they entered, he seemed to be able to smell the dissipated incense, and the breeze blew in from the window. In front of them was an altar with four statues carved on it.

The statues are Changle, Fengyuan, Gongzilan and Shijun.

The symbol of Changle engraved by later generations is the sword and the crown. He wears a heavy chain on his ankles, his eyebrows are drooping, and his whole body is chill and cold, with a dignified and inviolable aura.

This statue pays more attention to the facial features of Changle, and the outline can be vaguely seen. The man's brows are handsome with gentleness, and he has compassion for the common people in the world.

Song Minhuan was able to see the face of this god statue with his spiritual sense, which was almost similar to Shen Yingxue.He stood in front of the statue for a long time, unable to tell what emotion he was in, and slowly withdrew his prying consciousness.

It wasn't Shen Yingxue after all.

He went to observe other idols.

Feng Yuan is in the form of three eyes, Gongzi Lan is holding a long halberd in six arms, and the servant behind Changle is still wearing a black robe, and his face is not carved.

He noticed that there were cracks on the statue of the servant, as if it had been damaged.

"There's something behind the statue." The man said so, reaching out to touch the statue of Shijun, and took out a black talisman paper from behind the statue of Shijun.

The talisman paper has been separated for so long, but it has not rotted, and there is still mana left on it, engraved with sinister ghost characters.

"This is an evil curse," Song Minhuan touched the talisman paper with his fingertips, feeling a deep evil spirit, "Someone put an evil curse on the statue of Shijun to curse Shijun."

The reason is not difficult to guess, there are still cracks on the statue of Shijun that have been destroyed. He remembered that he had seen it in Qiangdi's memory before, when Gongzi Lan and Shijun had a conflict.

This group of people turned towards Young Master Lan, so they naturally harbored hostility towards Shi Jun.They deliberately destroyed the statue of Shijun, put Shijun behind Changle, and put a curse on the back of the statue of Shijun.

Gong Zilan was defeated. They were not disappointed or dissatisfied with their gods, but used their own selfishness and dirty means to solve the troubles for their gods.

These were Song Minhuan's conjectures, and he felt that it was impossible.Throughout the ages, people have believed in their own gods, and their beliefs have been attributed to their beliefs. These are invisible and intangible false obsessions. Some people will do their best for this belief... to support their own gods, and even sacrifice themselves life?

Song Minhuan recalled what he saw in the illusion of the three-eyed female ghost, the sword-dancing girl on the magpie bridge who sacrificed herself as a sacrifice. That girl was also like Gong Zilan's clansman, but Shen Yingxue in the illusion told him that it was because she was bewitched.

Thinking in his mind like this, his thoughts were a little out of control, and the man next to him opened his mouth to bring him back to his senses.

"The spirit detection talisman responded."

Song Minhuan withdrew his thoughts, released his consciousness, and noticed a faint evil aura in the corner behind the altar.

The sword light refracted, and he was about to make a move, but the man next to him grabbed his wrist.

"Is it Mr. Gongzi Lan..."

A faint voice came out, and he heard a "bang", and the evil spirit in front of him knelt on the ground, sobbing.

Xie Chong barely maintained his human form, staring at the sword on Song Minhuan's waist, his pale face remained as it was when he died, and his eyes seemed a little red at this moment.

"Your Excellency is still alive...It's really great. If they know...they can feel at ease," Xie Chong had a deep obsession, he knelt on the ground, his voice trembling slightly, "It's good to be back... I'm back That's fine."

"Adults don't have to feel sorry for us...we...we are all voluntary."

Xie Xun has been in the temple for too long, he can't remember too many things, but he still remembers not to let Gongzi Lan feel sad because of them, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for Gongzi Lan.

"We have never blamed the lord," Xie Chong said in a difficult voice, "It is already a gift for the lord to protect us... We... just hope that the lord can live well."

There was an ugly smile on Xie Xun's face. His body was soaked with evil aura. When he finished speaking, all the evil aura on his body dissipated, and his figure became transparent little by little.

He thought that he really saw Gong Zilan, his obsession was gone, and he was willing to die.

"My lord...you must live well."

With this whisper, Xie Chong's figure disappeared, and he had turned into ashes, completely obliterated in the world.

Song Minhuan stood there for a long time without moving, the silk covering his eyes, but he could hear Xie Chong's respectful words in his ears, he could feel Xie Chong kneeling in front of him, until the last touch of obsession dissipated, and the other party joined him. disappear.

He is not Gongzi Lan, but it has become difficult to say these words just now.He couldn't bear to tell the other party, couldn't bear to tell a believer who had been in the dark for too long and finally saw the light, that the light was fake.

The other party regards him as the only driftwood. If the only driftwood is gone, it will be meaningless to stay here for more than 3000 years.

That's fine...he will convey it to Young Master Lan for the other party.

Song Minhuan touched the god statue in the temple with his fingertips. The statue was carved in stone. When he touched it with his fingertips, he seemed to be able to feel the gentle spiritual power transmitted from thousands of years ago.

The gods are gone, but if the gods have spirits in the sky, they certainly don't want people to die for them.

People hope that their gods can live well, and the gods themselves also hope that the poor people can live well.

Song Minhuan withdrew his hand. Before he left, he pasted a saving charm at the entrance of the temple. The charm may not be able to save the kneeling corpses outside the temple... I hope it can save their souls that have not dispersed.

"These are members of Gong Zilan's clan, do you know where Chang Le came from?"

He followed the puppet man and left. The man had a red thread wrapped around his wrist, and his wrist was also wrapped with a red thread.

He also asked casually, not expecting the man to answer him.

"Moon Hidden."

Song Minhuan felt that these two words were somewhat familiar, he had heard these two words in familiar nursery rhymes.

"The moon is as faint as darkness, and Changle guards the four directions."

That's what it meant.

It was already night when they left the temple, and Song Minhuan also noticed that the temperature was much lower at night, so he didn't plan to act at night.

What Young Master Lan said was three days, and this was only the first day, and the evil spirits in the mansion were obviously much stronger, and it was easy to make mistakes when acting at night.

The man obviously agreed with him, and instead of going back, he stopped in a courtyard near the temple.

"We'll rest here tonight."

The original lock had been crushed by the man. There were stone steps at the gate of the courtyard. The man held his wrist and led him in.

Before Song Minhuan could react, the man had already held his wrist, and the movement was unusually natural, and he was led into the yard.

After entering, he broke away from the man's hand.

The demon-binding rope on his wrist was also untied, Song Minhuan's behavior was too obvious, the man next to him seemed to stare at him for a while, and then slowly looked away.

The man was silent for a while and said, "Sorry."

"I didn't mean to offend... I was worried that you would fall."

Holding the teenager is completely subconscious behavior.

This kind of explanation is really far-fetched, Song Minhuan still held a ball of red thread in his palm, and said, "You seem to care about me, why?"

He asked directly if he had any questions. He believed that it was not his illusion. Many of the puppet's subconscious behaviors were very... familiar to him.

After asking this question, the man didn't speak. He paused for a while, and said in a low voice: "We have only known each other for a few days. If I do something that misunderstood you, you can open your mouth."

What made him misunderstand?Does this mean that he thinks too much?

Song Minhuan stood there without moving, he hoped so, ignored the man, and groped into the room by himself.

After the boy entered, the man stood there for a while, his eyes looked at the boy's cold back, the corners of his lips were straightened, and he looked down at his own body, but he didn't keep up.

At night, the full moon in the city was blurry, and the yard was still dark. The sound of the boy's shallow breathing came from the room, and the man was guarding the yard.

He was leaning against the wall, and there was a slight movement from the boy on the other side of the wall.There was a cold wind blowing, he touched the wooden window with his fingers, and closed the wooden window carefully without making the slightest sound.

He kept guard like this until dawn, and at night he even covered the boy with a quilt. The boy's spiritual power was consumed so much that he slept very deeply at night.

For ordinary monks, it is faster to recover their spiritual power through meditation, but it is completely the opposite for young people. They will recover their spiritual power the next day after a night of sleep, but the effect will be greatly reduced if they meditate.

This is the secret of teenagers, and it is also a very special place.

The man's rough fingertips wanted to touch the boy's cheek, but they paused in mid-air and slowly retracted.

"Master...?" Song Minhuan sensed someone beside the bed, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it. Soon his mind came to his senses, and his fingertips froze in mid-air.There was still darkness in front of him, and there was no difference between day and night for him.

He knew that the one next to him should be the puppet, so he slowly withdrew his hand and got up from the bed.

He slept in his room last night, there are more than one room in this yard, he thought the man was resting next to him.

"Let's start now," Song Minhuan thought for a while, "Today, we will go to the mansion in the south of the city. There is only one place left, and there is a lot of resentment and evil there."

"You wait for me outside the mansion, I will find you after I solve it, don't run around this time."

The man didn't follow, he consciously picked up the demon-binding rope from the boy's bedside, this red rope could feel the other party's presence through things.He wrapped one end of the red rope around his wrist, and the other end around the boy's wrist.

"I'll go with you to protect you."