Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The gilded copper tiles decorated in the main hall are ingenious, and the statue of Tai Sui Xingjun is carved on the pedestal. There is thick incense ash deposited on the incense table, and the cigarettes burning in the incense burner curl up, exuding a smell of old tea.

"Master, this wish-fulfilling temple should have been built in recent years, right? Why is there more incense ash deposited on this incense table than many old temples?"

For the convenience of talking to him, Nan Heng sneaked up his sleeve to his shoulder, covered his hair, squatted on his shoulder, and talked close to his ear.

Xiao Tingxun only felt itching in his ears, and raised his hand to touch a ball of fur. If Nan Heng hadn't spoken, he would have almost strangled to death by mistake.

"It means that there are a lot of pilgrims here." Xiao Tingxun said, "I'm afraid that not only Anze County, Linyang City, but even the other two surrounding counties, people come here to offer incense."

"Then the business scope of the temple master is quite wide."

"What?" Xiao Ting asked.

But before Nan Heng could answer, the fat woman had finished offering incense, saluted the old Taoist priest with a smile on her face, and left with her buttocks twisted.

The candlelight in the hall was flickering, and the old Taoist priest flicked the whisk in his hand, looking at Xiao Tingxun with sharp eyes in vain: "This believer has not yet come to visit, what's the matter?"

Xiao Tingxun paused for a moment, walked over, and sat down opposite to him just like the fat woman just now: "Old Taoist priest, I came in with the random sticker."

"Where did the believer's post come from, don't you know?" The old Taoist raised his head and glanced at him, "What's more, the believer is already a cultivator, so he also believes in this?"

"Trust." Xiao Tingxun met his gaze with a calm expression.

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes: "What do the believers ask for?"

"What I want is for the people here to be happy and healthy, and everything goes smoothly."

"Oh, believers have such a heart for the world, they are dignified and noble, I'm afraid they came to the wrong place."

The old Taoist sneered: "Our temple is too small to accommodate a great god like you."

"Is it because you can't tolerate me, or do you have other plans?" Xiao Tingxun's phoenix eyes were stern.

A cold light flashed in front of his eyes, the bearded man on the old Taoist's shoulders waited for an opportunity to move, his strong hands were like sharp claws, and he grabbed Xiao Tingxun Tianling Gai suddenly.

Xiao Tingxun turned around and took a step back, summoning Shuang Ri in an instant, and immediately condensed countless ice cones and pierced towards the big man in phantom state.

"Young man, your cultivation level is not low, and the poor Taoist advises you not to meddle in your own business!" The old Taoist waved the whisk in his hand, and waved strong winds to block the ice pick.

"Otherwise, if you fold it here, no one will know!"

Xiao Tingxun didn't say a word, but the sound of the song was more urgent, like a magnificent spirit of thousands of troops coming in, the ice cones were condensed together, forming a cold and icy sword, and stabbed straight at the old Taoist.

It is the Broken Spirit Sword.

No matter what level of immortal cultivator, once stabbed by the broken spirit sword, the spirit veins will be shattered and become a mortal, and the most serious is the spirit The nuclear explosion exploded and killed the world, and no one was spared.

Nan Heng frowned tightly on his shoulders, and saw the big bearded man suddenly blocking the old Taoist with his hands.

But it didn't work, the Wenxin sword pierced out from the big man's palm, split into two, and went straight into the old man's wrists.

"puff!"

The old Taoist spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said in disbelief, "You...you are from the Changqing sect...Elder Yuqing?"

The sound of the flute stopped, and the Broken Spirit Sword was recalled.

Xiao Tingxun said coldly: "I only cut off your spiritual veins, and spared your life. Say, you are here to extract the souls of the people, what exactly are you talking about? Who ordered you?"

"Heh, hahaha!"

The old Taoist wiped the blood from his lips, and suddenly laughed: "That old thing is really good at predicting things, Changqing sent him so fast. I just don't know... can I last until those two idiots come?" gone."

"What did you say?" Xiao Tingxun frowned suddenly, just as he was about to come for interrogation, the big man on the old man's shoulder suddenly went berserk.

The big man had a gloomy face, full of beards, because the candlelight in the hall was dim, and the old Taoist had been hiding in the shadows, Xiao Tingxun couldn't see his face clearly.

But at this time, the old man suddenly made a trick with his fingertips, and the big man suddenly broke away from the old man's body, and rushed towards Xiao Tingxun!

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Tingxun saw the true face of this soul, and froze in place.

The big man had disheveled hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and a little cinnabar red on his forehead, making him look fierce.

At this time, his eyes were red, his fists were clenched tightly, and the strong muscles on his arms bulged, and he threw at Xiao Tingxun with his bare arms.

Nan Heng thought that Xiao Tingxun would fight, but he dodged and flew out of the main hall, then raised his hand to cover a barrier to stop the old man and the big man, and then took Nan Heng towards the gate of the gate run.

The two Taoist boys guarding the gate saw the incident from a distance, and they found people from nowhere, and in a blink of an eye, all the people in Taoist uniforms had blocked the gate of the wish-fulfilling temple.

Moreover, these people have ferocious faces, and they all have swords and other weapons in their hands. They are not serious Taoist priests at all.

The barrier behind him had been broken by the big man, Xiao Tingxun frowned. Although these Taoist priests in front of him were vicious, they were ordinary people with little cultivation, and it was not easy for him to do anything.

While hesitating, he felt a pain in his hair, and then remembered that Nan Heng who had turned into a mouse was still hanging in his hair.

Xiao Tingxun's eyes darkened, and he suddenly had an idea.

He grabbed Nan Heng from his hair with one hand, squeezed a spell with the other hand, and threw Nan Heng towards the Taoist priests at the door.

"F*ck! Master!"

Nan Heng was caught off guard by being thrown out, and he was shocked. Fortunately, he was small and nimble, turned over in the air, and landed smoothly.

Just wondering why Xiao Tingxun threw him away, he heard tens of thousands of squeaks around him, turned his head and saw that Nan Heng was dumbfounded, countless little white mice around him were rushing forward desperately.

He didn't know what happened, so he ran after a while, and heard the screams of the Taoists one after another, as well as the chaotic footsteps.

In the meantime, Xiao Tingxun's indifferent voice was mixed in: "Run out of Guanmen to find me."

He rushed to the outside of the wish-fulfilling temple with all his might, and finally ran ahead of a group of mice, and rushed out of the wish-fulfilling temple gate.

Xiao Tingxun was waiting at the door, and saw a mouse from Nan Heng flying towards him suddenly, and when he reached out to catch it, Nan Heng landed firmly in his palm.

Xiao Tingxun's palm was big and warm, Nan Heng heaved a sigh of relief, and rolled comfortably.

It's okay, okay, it's not that his master doesn't want him anymore.

Xiao Tingxun didn't know what was going on in his mind, he closed his palms and stuffed Nan Heng into his lapel.

Nan Heng: ...

This is not good, is it?

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he might have taken advantage of his own form to do something.

The Taoist priests behind him chased out with their weapons up, Xiao Tingxun touched the ground, jumped onto the roof, and quickly left with Nan Heng.

"Master, who was that soul just now? Why didn't you fight? Why did you run away?"

He grabbed Xiao Tingxun's lapel tightly with his pair of mouse claws, so as not to be thrown off.

"It's the fifth elder of Guchen Pavilion, Zhao Che." Xiao Tingxun said, "He helped me, and I owe him a favor."

"But everyone is dead," Nan Heng sucked his mouse nose, "the soul is also controlled by people."

"Even so, I will never fight him."

As Xiao Tingxun said, he suddenly turned his head and glanced in a certain direction behind him: "Someone is following us."

Nan Heng looked down through the cracks in his hair with difficulty, and found something was wrong.

Qingtang Street, which was still buzzing with people just now, has already been turned off, and the whole street is quiet, Yin Jiu and Su Ye have disappeared, only the Taoist priests chasing them out are still shouting below.

"Master, the Second Elders are gone too!"

"Go back first."

After saying that, he quickly took Nan Heng to the house of the county magistrate's house.

The county magistrate's house is peaceful, the lights in the main house are on, presumably the magistrate's family is there.

But the lights in the east room where Yin Jiu lived with Qi Jin and Su Ye were dark, while the west room where Nan Heng and the others lived was dimly lit.

"Is there someone? Is it the Second Elder?" Nan Heng lay on Xiao Tingxun's chest, looking out.

Xiao Tingxun stood at the door, hesitated for a moment with the hand on the door, and pushed it down with all his strength.

The creaking sound of the wooden door was extremely clear and piercing in the dark night. When the door was opened, a sweet and greasy smell spread across the surface.

Taking advantage of the dim candlelight in the room, Nan Heng could only see the redness in front of his eyes.

It turned out to be the spring tide flowers all over the ground.

Xiao Tingxun noticed something strange the moment he pushed the door open. He turned around and wanted to leave, but the door was closed behind him, and a pale golden barrier landed, covering the whole room.

His face became gloomy at this moment, and with a curse on his fingertips, Nan Heng instantly recovered his original body, and fell on the spring tide flowers all over the ground with a plop.

"Master..."

He touched his painful buttocks and got up from the ground.

Xiao Tingxun's voice was cold and serious: "Go to the inner room, sit on the bed and don't move."

"Okay." Nan Heng was very obedient, turned around and went inside, and sat on the couch.

This kind of thing suddenly appeared in their room, and it was all over the floor. It must be a bad plan.

Although he didn't know the purpose of the people behind it, the voices of the man and woman in the snow-cold cave last time emerged in his mind.

If that woman really did it, it would be too cruel.

The effect of a single flower is very powerful, not to mention the room full of...

On the other side, Xiao Tingxun had collected all the spring tide flowers all over the ground with magic, and piled them in the corner closest to the door.

He is also very familiar with the strong enchantment.

That is his master, which Murong Qing usually assigns.

So, Murong Qing's soul is around here?Who is manipulating?

But at this moment, he has no time to think about it, because of the effect of the spring tide flower, he just feels hot all over his body at this moment, and there seems to be a fire burning in his heart.

Xiao Tingxun took a few steps back abruptly, distanced himself from the pile of flowers at the door.

But after all, the room is limited, no matter how far he hides, he can't get out of this room.

"Master, are you alright?"

Behind the painting screen, there came Nan Heng's hoarse voice full of passion and desire.

Xiao Tingxun clenched his fists and stood behind the painting screen, trying his best to suppress the fire in his body stimulated by the spring tide flowers.

"I am fine."

The voice is indifferent and there is no difference from usual.