Lao Gong no longer paid attention to Wu Jinluan, and kept pointing the way for me. We kept twisting and turning inside the temple.
Having walked for quite some time, we finally arrived at the entrance of a slightly smaller side hall.
Upon entering, I saw at a glance that there was a wooden stand inside, with someone lying quietly on it.
Wasn't that the old woman Bai Zhi?
"Hmm?" Lao Gong tilted his head, obviously, he and I both miscalculated.
Including Wu Jinlan, we all believed that Wei Youming's treatment of the illness was to eliminate the internal rebellion and traitors in Tiecha Mountain.
However, we didn't expect to end up here.
It was evident that it was not Lao Gong guiding us, but Wei Youming.
Wu Jinlan and I entered the side hall, where we could see a deity statue inside. The statue was entirely white, depicting an elderly woman who was holding a jade roll in her hands, green and lustrous.
Bai Zhi lay quietly on the wooden stand, surrounded by a row of candles that burned softly.
Its chest, limbs, and even the top of its head were covered with palm-sized hedgehogs. Without exception, they were white and old.
"The White Fairy Lady's treatment, oh, but she has been losing her soul continuously from the fontanelle. Her soul is completely shattered; how can it be saved? What a ruthless method. It doesn't count as murder, but it's even more painful than being killed." Wu Jinlan saw the oddity at a glance.
Actually, when we left that day, I had a vague feeling of it.
At this moment, the footsteps approached one after another, and a large number of people walked into the side hall. They were all imposing and aggressive.
The door was blocked, and each cold, menacing gaze fell on me and Wu Jinlan.
"The person who caused harm to Bai Zhi aunt!"
Suddenly someone lifted his hand and pointed at my face, shrieking: "How dare you come here!"
The others' fury was undiminished, and someone shouted, "Kill him! Avenge Aunt Bai Zhi!"
Someone began to stir restlessly.
Among the crowd, there were a few people who were trying to prevent the disciples around them from stopping and taking rash actions. They were guests brought back by the owner of the temple, not prisoners.
For a moment, there was some confusion in the room.
Wu Jinlan moved slightly closer to me.
It could be seen that the shamen, or out-maian Daoists, began to crawl out of the spirit families on their shoulders.
In fact, their threats were not strong at all; one could even say they posed no danger...
Facing that Daoist, I had no opportunity to retaliate, but these people could trample on others at will...
"The little beasts are quite fierce," Lao Gong said in a mysterious tone.
"Too much!" Someone stepped forward, cursing fiercely, "In the Iron-Crash Mountain Taoist Temple, under the watch of the Black Old Lady, an evil guest has dared to come. Even the ghosts are being cursed. The temple master can't deal with them due to their status, but if we kill them, we'll accept the punishment!"
"Zhizhi, these little beasts don't know their own strength." Lao Gong wasn't idle with his mouth.
"This is too much to bear!" Someone finally couldn't hold back their temper and rushed forward suddenly!
My intention was to stop him.
Wei Youming's purpose was to heal and save people.
Is he going to save Bai Zhi?
But unexpectedly, the next moment, an unexpected change occurred.
Lao Gong's glasses vanished from his face, and Wei Youming appeared in front of the disciples who had rushed forward, directly blocking them.
"You're sick!"
Wei Youming only said three words.
Then, I saw him grab the disciple and pull him violently away!
The life soul was forcibly pulled out of his body!
The body fell with a clatter to the ground, but the life soul struggled continuously, trying to break free from Wei Youming's hand.
My heart trembled slightly.
Wei Youming's action was too clean and decisive, and he did not consider the contradictions that might be caused by this move!
A person died, and there was a moment of silence in the room followed by chaos: "Quickly go and call the temple master!"
Just how quickly everyone arrived is just how quickly they ran away!
No one is foolish, they must know the strength of the person who was killed, and no one wants to die!
But an unexpected change occurred again, with a dark purple mist spreading out suddenly, enveloping those people.
Only a few managed to escape.
Approximately ten people were trapped in the ghost mist.
The green ghosts in striped illness clothes appeared and disappeared in the mist. Soon, the ten people were drawn into the mist and their souls were extracted, killed. Wei Youming merely flicked the life soul in his hand aside, while the other green ghosts greedily feasted on them with no regard.
After the disciple died, the spirit families on their bodies naturally panicked and fled.
The appearance of the spirits is similar, but their strength varies greatly. Those who can deal with us are not many, and they definitely won't be on these disciples.
The horror prison has no effect on spirits, and they easily ran away.
"In fact... They shouldn't have been allowed to escape... They are problematic spirits, and after they go out, they will tell those with problems. They will know we have purpose and it will be difficult to kill them." Wu Jinlan swallowed his saliva and muttered softly.
"What are you looking down upon, little Wu?" Lao Gong on my shoulder glared at Wu Jinlan.
The ghost mist quickly shrank back onto Wei Youming's body. Wei Youming raised his index finger, and a ball of white gas appeared there, slowly emerging from the mist, becoming more and more dense.
These white gases are life souls.
Life souls are the souls of living people, and there is the existence of Yang Energy and Vitality. When they are returned to the body, they can sustain life.
The life souls that were swallowed by the green ghosts earlier were forcefully pulled out by Wei Youming.
The soul hovered around Wei Youming's black, pointed fingers, with a fierce face occasionally appearing, as if wanting to flee.
Another group of people rushed in outside the side hall.
The Daoist hasn't arrived yet, but the one leading the way is not the dirty Daoist robe of Liu Tai Xuan?
He was injured by the aftereffects of lightning, but not severely. His five spirit familiars took his place in death, leaving only minor injuries on his head and face, which have already scabbed over.
Behind Liu Tai Xuan, there were dozens of people following him. Without exception, when they saw the eleven corpses on the ground, they showed a mix of anger and sorrow.
"You... are too much!"
"Are the people of the Si Gu Mountain really such savage killers? Just because they are young disciples, what wrong did they cause you that you had to kill them ruthlessly!" Liu Tai Xuan's voice trembled, and it could be heard that his heart was bleeding!
Wei Youming paid no attention to Liu Tai Xuan; he just stared at his own fingertips.
Liu Tai Xuan's eyes suddenly grew cold. He suddenly stepped forward and rushed directly towards Wei Youming!
The other disciples shouted in unison, "Kill!"
Wei Youming finally looked up, and he suddenly said, "You also have a disease. You've lived a long life and can't tell the difference between right and wrong."
Actually, when Wei Youming said that Liu Tai Xuan had a disease, it gave me a scare. Liu Tai Xuan couldn't possibly be one of the traitors!
Fortunately, Wei Youming was only dissatisfied with his high status and didn't recognize any issues with the members, so he said that just out of discontent.
"Stop! Wei Director didn't harm people without a reason." My words just fell, and the ghost mist on Wei Youming's body suddenly spread and dissipated!
In the sound of bang bang bang, one fifth of the crowd fell down!
Fine threads of white life souls all gathered towards the tip of Wei Youming's finger!
Liu Tai Xuan's eyes were wild, and he shouted, "I will not rest until I kill you! I will let your soul and body disperse!"
