Xianlu

Chapter 235
Xu Dao looked around the field. If his guess was correct, the remaining half of the population of Shezhao Mountain City should have entered the belly of the Taoist Shezhao.

He ordered in the swordsman's ear: "Go on inside."

The swordsman nodded, and quickly pretended to have something important to do, hurriedly walked along the aisle in the backyard, towards the direction of the blood flowing in the ditch.

Passing through a small door, the two came to another courtyard, and a huge copper furnace appeared in Xu Dao's "vision".

These copper stoves are arranged in the form of Jiugong Bagua, a total of 36, cooking day and night.

There are piles of white firewood under the copper furnace, and there is a rat man guarding the copper furnace standing next to it. Whenever the heat of the copper furnace becomes low, the rat man will shovel the leftover bones from the cart with a shovel. Throw it into the fire.

There was a stench of burnt smell at the scene. The 36 copper furnaces were not burning together.

The Ratmen in this courtyard were much busier than the ones in the courtyard just now, and the Ratmen in this courtyard seemed a little out of place.

Fortunately, it possesses mana, and its bones are strong. Even if it is turned into a rat man by the priests of Shezhao, it is also the supervisor among the rat men. The rat people who burn the stove dare not say anything when they see it.

Several rat men who were also supervisors saw the swordsman, and before he could stop him, the swordsman took out a pot of spirit wine from his arms, pointed at the wine, and put his shoulders on his shoulders.

This jug of spiritual wine was leftover wine that the swordsman picked up from the banquet table in the Demon Hall.

Taking this opportunity, Xu Dao wandered around the backyard of the Wutong Temple with the swordsman, and from all kinds of clues, he had a thorough insight into the plan of the Shezhao Taoist priests.

Thick red light shrouded the sky over Wutong Temple.

The grievances are billowing and smoky, and new grievances will be generated and injected into them every moment, so that the sun and the moon cannot be seen in Wutong Temple all day long.

Originally, Xu Dao suspected that it was the Shezhao Taoist priests who deliberately slaughtered the living beings to condense their grievances and wanted to practice some exercises or refine some magic weapons.

But after checking the layout of the backyard and seeing how the 36 copper furnaces were used, he was convinced that the mountains of resentment were just a by-product of Taoist priests' practice.

The real intention of the Shezhao Taoists is to devour all the 10,000+ Shezhao people.

After the Dragon Palace was shattered and the body of the mirage was annihilated in the formation, its essence was integrated into Shezhao's spiritual veins and every living Shezhao clansman.

For the Taoist priests, the loss of mirages means that a century-old plan is in vain, but they have no place to make amends. As long as they are exhausted, they can absorb the essence of mirages mixed in the spirit veins of Shezhao and drain them from the remaining Shezhao. The meager amount of jiao blood refined from the clansman's body, if they add up, they may still get great benefits.

"It's no wonder that mortal flesh and blood are of no use to the Taoist priests who established the foundation, but these Taoist priests still torture mortals here. It turns out that it is because of the thin dragon blood in the clan's body."

Thinking of this, Xu Dao felt absurd for a moment.

Thanks to the ancestors of Shezhao, they deliberately sought a foundation for their descendants. Unexpectedly, there were a few unworthy descendants, which not only ruined the tribe's thousand-year foundation, but even cut off their blood.

Looking at the boiling copper furnace in Wutong Temple, Xu Dao's eyes were complicated.

What is refined in the furnace is flesh and blood, and what is burned under the furnace is bones. It really wants to crush people into ashes, not a single drop remains.

The method used by Taoist Shezhao to extract the essence and blood of mirage dragon is similar to the secret technique of brain blood used by Xu Dao.In other words, the heart blood secret technique flowed from the hands of Taoist priests.

What Xu Dao didn't expect was that Taoist priests not only used this secret technique on human bodies, but also their own clan members, 10,000+ clan members.

With such cruelty, it is no wonder that in just over a year, the Taoist deeds of the five Shezhao Taoists have been greatly improved, and they are not what they used to be.

Xu Dao's mind was spinning.

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound nearby, and the movements of the dozen or so ratmen became hasty.It is a furnace that has been cooked for a certain amount of time, and the contents can be opened.

As soon as the lid was opened, a burst of red light visible to the naked eye burst out from the copper stove, and a strange fragrance wafted out. The rat people quickly took out the blood-red paste from it, and also took dustpan, rolling pin, bamboo tube and other things.

They put the paste on the dustpan, roll it with a rolling pin, knead it, or roast it over a fire, and then stuff it into a bamboo tube.

After a while, incense candles as thick as human legs, bright red longevity peaches, longevity fruits, etc. appeared in Xu Dao's eyes, all of which were needed for worshiping gods.

Seeing these things, Xu Dao couldn't help laughing in his heart: "These bastards really think they are gods!"

What he was laughing at were those Taoist priests.

But in the eyes of the rat people, a few Taoist priests are the gods they enshrine and worship.

As soon as the stove was opened, after the incense candles and other things were prepared, a supervisor immediately stepped forward and led a group of ratmen to a small door, which was the shrine where the Taoist Shezhao was.

The Swordsman stood by and watched, but the Rat Man, the overseer who had just had a drink with it, waved at him, motioning for it to follow.The swordsman's footsteps moved slightly, but he remembered Xu Dao lurking on it, and was about to refuse immediately.

But at this moment Xu Dao's voice sounded in its ear again: "Follow."

It has been more than half an hour since we entered the Wutong Temple, and the backyard has been explored. It is time to enter the shrine where the Taoist priests are to find out.

Hearing Xu Dao's order, the Swordsman nodded, and it trotted out immediately, picked up a prepared incense candle, and mixed into the god-worshiping Ratman team.

A group of Ratman lowered their heads, walked into the dark main room, inserted the incense candles made of "Min Zhi Min Ointment" and placed the longevity fruits familiarly, and the whole main room was filled with a fishy smell.

The three statues of Taoist priests who had just bowed their heads did not know when they bowed their waists. They leaned together on the altar, with greedy expressions on their faces.

Suck, suck!

A strange inhalation sound resounded in the divine hall, and three slender black shadows were imprinted on the floor and walls, with sharp fingers and claws emerging one after another. into their noses.

"Ah puff!" A comfortable moan sounded in the hall, and streaks of black and red aura erupted from the three Taoist priests, shaking the whole hall.

Overlapping buzz sounded: "Not enough, not enough incense!"

And a trace of magic power hangs down and penetrates into the body of the prostrating rat people, which makes the rat people cheer up and kowtow continuously.

　Starting tomorrow, [-] characters will be restored.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)