The two of them walked slowly in the thick fog, Feng Shuzhu walked in front, walking with his hands behind his back, looking at the ground with a relaxed and relaxed expression. Yi Dingjia followed closely, lowered his head and looked at the ground carefully, with a serious and nervous expression, not daring to be careless, for fear that he would fall if he didn't pay attention. He thought that once the group of worms happened to fly back, thinking of the piles of white bones, his body trembled involuntarily, and silently remembered the blessing of the ancestor in his heart.

The two of them were speechless and walked several feet away, but they came to a flat place. Yi Dingjia felt relieved and thought that on this flat ground, I wouldn't fall. At this point, my heart couldn't help but widen my chest. Looking around, I found that the fog here was actually a little thinner, and my vision was much better without saying it.

Suddenly, Feng Shuzhu in front of him stopped not far away. Yi Dingjia thought about what he discovered, so he took a few steps to Feng Shuzhu and looked forward.

Suddenly, I saw a pool of clear water not far away, with faint ripples, and some things were floating on the water. Because of the mist, it was not real, but in a trance, it looked like lotus flowers.

Yi Dingjia's heart was immediately thumped. Isn't this the "Xiling Lotus Pond" pointed out by the ancestor's poem? Thinking of this, he no longer cared about anything else, but raised his steps, ran towards the rippling light. In his eyes, the shaking lights had now become the brilliant light emitted by gold, silver and treasures, waving his hand to summon himself.

"Ah! I didn't expect that this treasure would come so easily." Yi Dingjia thought while running. In order to reduce the burden, he simply threw down the bamboo pole in his hand, spread his arms, and rushed forward to embrace the treasure in his dream.

Finally, he ran to the rippling area and looked inside. Yi Dingjia was stunned, with a look of fear on his face, his pupils contracted sharply. Later, he squatted down suddenly, turned his head to cover his mouth and nose, and vomited in big mouths.

At this time, the sound of Feng Shuzhu walking came from behind, and then his feet appeared in Yi Dingjia's sight and stopped.

Feng Shuzhu ignored Yi Dingjia, but looked at the rippling light with a calm expression. Under the rippling light, there was not some gold, silver and treasures, nor clear water and nectar, but the bright red blood. On the blood was not a lotus, but a human skull with muscles peeled by sharp tools. It should be because of the weather, and waves of rotten odor floated out of the rippling light, which made people vomit.

On the side of Linguang, there were some piles of ashes after the bonfire burned out, and several corpses who had been knelt on their heads. It was obvious that they were dressed as ordinary mortals near Zhulongling. There were several pottery bowls between the piles of ashes, and the peeled muscles were piled up. It was obvious that this was a kind of sacrificial ritual of the Demonic Way.

Feng Shuzhu walked slowly around with her breathing, then returned to the starting point, turned around and looked at the direction she seemed, and knew in her heart why the "very powerful sword" stabbed out. Such cruel and tyrannical behavior was really outrageous.

Yi Dingjia squatted on the ground, vomited for a while, his expression calmed down, but he no longer dared to look at the sparkling light. Instead, he turned his head and said sternly: "What kind of sect is this? It's so cruel and evil."

Feng Shuzhu did not answer, his expression was a little solemn. After pondering for a moment, he started to move his hands, gathered the corpses whose heads were chopped together, put them on the unburned firewood, picked up another long wooden stick, picked out the skull under the rippling light, and placed them with the corpse.

Everything was ready. Feng Shuzhu took out the fire stick, bent down, and ignited the firewood. In a while, the flames quickly grew and spread upwards, igniting the thick firewood on the upper part. In a blink of an eye, it turned into a raging fire. The fire gradually swallowed everything, and a smell of burning the human skin spread everywhere.

Perhaps because of the foggy weather, the firewood was a little wet. During the burning process, thick smoke came out of the fire, forming a cylindrical column of smoke, extending towards the sky.

Feng Shuzhu stared at Dahuo intently. Two balls of flames reflected in his bright eyes. He remained silent. Yi Dingjia also stood up and came over. At this time, his face became much calmer, as if he had forgotten his previous fear.

The smoke column slowly rises with heat, making the surrounding air seem much dry. From time to time, "crackling" sounds are made in the fire, and everything is going on in silence.

Yi Dingjia wanted to say something, but the corner of his mouth twitched several times, but finally he didn't say it. He had to imitate Feng Shuzhu's appearance and just stared at the fire silently.

Many times, when we find that the harm to the innocent is too late to save and make up for it, it seems that all words and deeds except silence are pale and powerless.

After a moment, Yi Dingjia looked at the rolling smoke pillar, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times. In addition to his righteous indignation towards the cruel practice of the demon, he also felt a little regretful, because he mistakenly thought he had obtained the treasure in his dream, but he was ruined again.

When the flame was the largest and the smoke pillar was at its peak, two sounds of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind his ears. Feng Shuzhu did not look back, but looked at the fire with a calm expression.

Yi Dingjia was shocked, and immediately suspected that some demon disciples had come. He discovered their destruction of the sacrifices. He hurriedly turned his head to find out.

But not far behind him, there were two monks and Taoists. The monk was wearing a gray monk's robe, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and burly figure. Eighteen Buddhist beads were wrapped around his wrists. Except for the one carved in the middle, each with a round and crystal-clear sandalwood purple. Next to the monk was a young Taoist wearing a green sacred robe, a Taoist scarf, and a black sword behind him. The two of them looked full of righteousness.

First, the monk walked up and spoke: "Amitabha, I think who started the fire here? It turned out to be Feng Shaoxia."

Before the Taoist said anything, he took the opportunity to glance at Yi Dingjia. However, more often, he kept his eyes on the square flag holding a bamboo pole in Yi Dingjia, and his expression seemed to be saying, why did this old man look so familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it, so he looked at it twice more, and looked at Yi Dingjia's heart and then turned his head to look at Feng Shuzhu.

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he slowly turned around and said lightly: "Master Kongxing, Taoist Master Jingchenzi."

Xiaoxing nodded and looked at Yi Dingjia, and said suspiciously: "I don't know this elder?"

How could Yi Dingjia not recognize the status of the two sects in front of him and be able to meet the two leaders of the current righteous path, so he couldn't wait until Feng Shuzhu's recommendation, so he walked up and bowed and said, "Old I am the second-generation leader of the Lingshan Yi Gua, Yi Dingjia, is like a god.

When Kongxing and Jingchenzi heard this, they looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise, as if they were saying at the same time that it was the first time I heard of such a long sect, especially Jingchenzi, who had always been outspoken and impatient, blinked and opened their mouths, "Senior, what sect?"

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he immediately mistakenly thought that it was a disciple of a major sect ridiculing his sect. He immediately felt unhappy and said impatiently: "The Yi Gua of Lingshan is like a god and is completely invisible."

Although he said it for the second time, in fact, except for himself, the other three people still didn't remember it. Feng Shuzhu and Kongxing just smiled knowingly, but Jingchenzi became more serious. After listening, he blinked a few times, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he was so angry that his beard raised high, and muttered: "That's because you have little knowledge."

If you put it on ordinary people, you will definitely ignore it, but Jingchenzi is a straightforward and impatient personality. He said something in his heart and said in a straightforward way, and said anxiously: "Hey, I said you old man, who knows less knowledge? What's wrong with it? You sound like bragging."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, his heart was filled with anger. He pointed at Jingchenzi and was about to speak, but Feng Shuzhu beside him smiled and said, "For some reason, two fellow Taoists, they appeared at the same time."

When Jingchenzi heard this, he no longer paid attention to Yi Dingjia, but smiled and said, "I met by chance outside this pass. When I had nowhere to look for it, I saw this black smoke and came to investigate." As he said that, he pointed to the fire behind Feng Shuzhu, and glanced at Yi Dingjia.

The Divine Walker saw it, fearing that the two of them would quarrel over trivial matters again, so he hurriedly smoothed out and said, "Amitabha, I don't know what Mr. Feng has discovered here."

Feng Shuzhu glanced around her eyes and sighed: "When Feng came here, he was already like this."

Jingchenzi then glanced at him and said, "It seems that some masters took action to eradicate this group of evil demons."

Yi Dingjia, who was standing beside him, was already angry, but after hearing this, he cleared his throat and raised his head and said, "It's not worth mentioning."

Upon hearing this, Jingchenzi looked Yi Dingjia up and down again, and pointed behind him with some confusion, saying, "Did you kill those demons?"

Yi Dingjia stroked his beard and nodded, "Well, that's right. I happened to pass by here and couldn't stand what these demons did. Only then did he use a little trick to completely eradicate them."

Jingchenzi looked half-believing and half-doubted. He looked at Feng Shuzhu, but only saw Feng Shuzhu laughing without saying a word, and said strangely: "This..."

The dumb walking beside him smiled and said, "Amitabha, the old senior Yi Dingjia is so good at doing this, and has such a chivalrous spirit of helping each other when he sees injustice. I admire it."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he raised his neck proudly and looked at the sky with his nostrils. Unfortunately, he saw a green ghost fire coming from the distant sky through layers of thick fog. He was so scared that he pointed at it and said in a lost voice: "Bordy, Bordy, Bordy!" After that, he flashed and hid behind Feng Shuzhu.
Chapter completed!