Chapter 494: Fear of sin


    In Nanyue City, monks from all families and sects related to Tianshu Pavilion gathered together, each with its own means and supernatural powers.


    The only one who can see this is not the only skinny old man.


    Above the mine, corpse energy is filled with air.


    It stores countless corpses in it.


    Although all of them were from major forces and had seen a lot of worldly affairs, they also took a breath of cold air under the corpse of Chongtian.


    The Taoist court is unified, and the demonic Taoism is gradually disappearing.


    Nowadays, where can you see such a deep corpse gas? How can you see so many zombies?


    For a moment, everyone was frightened.


    "Bold!"


    "Who is refining corpses?"


    “…How many people were killed?”


    "It''s unreasonable to despise the Taoist court and ignore the Taoist laws!"


    “…What method is this from the Demon Sect?”


    …


    Everyone was talking, and finally someone said:


    "what to do?"


    Everyone was a little silent when asked.


    A monk said, "The evil demon is in front of you, and you cannot sit idly by and you should be punished!"


    “Too many…”


    "We can''t control..."


    "Don''t forget the serious business. We are here not to meddle in other people''s business."


    "How can this be called meddling in other people''s business?"


    "It is natural to eliminate demons and protect the way!"


    "Hmph, you are so hypocritical, who should I show you..."


    "You fucking..."


    In the inn, there was a sound of dispute.


    But it is only limited to the inn.


    The entire Nanyue Inn was booked by them, a group of monks, and a means of obstructing audio-visual and isolating outsiders. They are not a type of person and cannot enter this inn.


    After a long dispute, the thin old man who was observing the calculation of "Three Talents Easy to Cate Copper Coins" suddenly frowned and asked slowly:


    "You guys, do you know where that person is?"


    Everyone was quiet for a moment, and shook their heads again.


    The skinny old man said again:


    "He asked us to calculate that it was to lead us, but when he got here, there was no trace of him. Instead, there was a mine filled with corpse energy. Do you think this is a coincidence?"


    "you mean?"


    The skinny old man said, "Maybe that man brought us here because of this mountain of corpse."


    Everyone looked at each other, and someone said:


    "Then what?"


    "Did you feel compassion and want us to help?"


    "No, I''m going to take us to be a coolie..."


    "Or, is it testing us? Whoever can solve this problem will meet him?"


    "What are you thinking?"


    "Our motives are not pure... He is not an old man who gives opportunities."


    "Indeed... that person is arrogant, talented, and arrogant. How could he be so bored and play such a boring trick with us?"


    "What do you think you should do?"


    Everyone looked at each other, each with ulterior motives and did not speak.


    In the end, it ended up in disagreement and left nothing.


    After the three of them returned to their room, they set up a soundproofing formation and began a secret talk.


    The middle-aged monk said, "The corpse energy is too heavy. In the near future, it will probably turn into a corpse tide. This Nanyue City is not a place to stay for a long time."


    The skinny old man said, "What do you mean?"


    "What else is it that I don''t mean? Let''s go quickly. If you don''t leave, you may not be able to escape if you fall into a tide of corpses."


    The middle-aged monk''s tone was slightly dark, "Even if there is no corpse tide, he can use these methods to deceive the world and use so many zombies to refine so many zombies, how can such monks be together?"


    "This is not a good thing. What are we doing when we wade into this muddy water?"


    The skinny old man was silent.


    The middle-aged monk said in surprise: "You don''t want to stay, do you?"


    The skinny old man frowned and nodded slightly.


    The middle-aged monk said "tsk" and turned to ask the young man in white, "Little Master, where are you?"


    The boy in white nodded and said:


    "The tide of corpses is a disaster, and the creatures are suffering. I also want to stay and do my best."


    The boy was so energetic and passionate, and his head hurt a little.


    But if he leaves alone... the old man''s Sancai Yi counts copper coins and counts, he can only bump around like a headless fly.


    The middle-aged monk was a little unwilling and asked the old man:


    "You really want to stay?"


    The thin old man nodded, as if he was thinking about something, his expression was a little solemn. After a moment, he slowly said:


    “I…have a premonition…”


    The middle-aged monk was stunned, "What premonition?"


    The skinny old man took a deep breath, his eyes filled with surprise:


    "I''m occasionally frightened during these days."


    "It seems that there is a terrifying road ahead, extremely dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable."


    "If you can suppress the corpse mines and save this city, or even a state, you may be able to make a good relationship. In the future, you will have a glimmer of hope for encountering a desperate situation that will last forever..."


    The middle-aged monk frowned.


    He couldn''t feel anything, so he naturally believed nothing.


    But he also knew that he would have enough food after listening to others'' advice.


    Even if this monk who can live to the age of the cultivation world has no choice but to believe it.


    "Okay, I''ll stay, but I''ve agreed that if something goes wrong, I''ll leave."


    The middle-aged monk said helplessly.


    The skinny old man nodded, and the boy in white breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.


    The next day, there were fewer people in the inn.


    Some of them were in Nanyue City and could not find the clues of Mr. Zhuang, so they went elsewhere.


    Some of them were worried that the corpse tide would explode and could not keep it alone, so they left without saying goodbye.


    But there are also people who stayed.


    Some, like the skinny old man, have a faint premonition of the mystery of cause and effect from the corpse mine.


    There is also something I can’t have any premonition, I am simply upright in my heart, wanting to eliminate zombies and do something for the local monks. Everyone discussed ways to suppress the corpse mine.


    But there are countless zombies in the corpse mine, and it is extremely difficult to deal with it.


    "For us monks, I''m afraid we won''t be able to do it."


    "I want to write a book and go back to my family or sect to ask for reinforcements."


    “It’s a bit long…”


    "There is nothing to do. You can''t be prepared without any preparation, just like a naughty man, rush in to seek death..."


    "We also know nothing about the situation in the mine."


    "How many iron corpses are there, how many walking zombies, are there any other special zombies? Who is practicing? Are the local cultivators involved?"


    "Don''t think about it, there must be local forces. Building a corpse mine will inevitably require a lot of manpower and material resources. Without the support of local forces, it will not be built."


    "Lu family..."


    “I think so.”


    “Is there any evidence?”


    "By experience, you can tell at a glance..."


    "If a strong dragon does not suppress the local snake, it will be troublesome."


    A young monk said proudly:


    "It''s a pity that this place is only the second-grade state realm. The heavenly way is restricted, and the golden elixir cannot be taken. Otherwise, I would let my father come over and flatten the mountain with one sword!"


    "Okay OK, we know your father is a Jindan..."


    "The golden elixir comes here, and the sword is also uneven..."


    "Even if it is flattened, these zombies will not be killed in a short time. Once the zombies lose control and invade Nanyue City, the monks in the entire city will become zombies, and the problem is even greater..."


    "Young people should not be too arrogant."


    "It is not possible to solve the problem without force, but it is not possible to rely solely on force..."


    The young monk sat down in disappointment.


    "What should I do?" someone asked again.


    Everyone pondered for a moment, and someone slowly said, "Daoting?"


    "Please adjust your troops?"


    "It''s a solution..."


    "Who has the way to the Taoist Bings Division?"


    "There are a few uncles in my clan who work in the Dao Bing Office..."


    An old man shook his head, "Don''t think about it, the Dao Court will not send Taoist soldiers. Even if he sends them, there are not many?"


    “The risk is too high and the cost is too high.”


    "How could it be? Slaying demons and eliminating demons is the principle of Taoism, and it is also the responsibility of the Taoist court!"


    "That''s what I said..."


    "Don''t think too simple."


    "So much manpower and material resources can you just be mobilized?"


    "That is, the actual cost may be greater when counting the oil and water scraped off from top to bottom."


    "I don''t say this..."


    "The Daoting also has difficulties with the Daoting..."


    "What''s the difficulty? What''s the difficulty of eating and taking a taxi?"


    "Don''t be sarcastic..."


    "You fucking..."


    Everyone was chatting and they got angry.


    "Okay, OK," said the old man with a senior and senior white beard slowly, "talk about serious business."


    The quarrel stopped only then.


    After a moment of silence in the room, someone said:


    "It is better for our joint letters to write to Dao Ting to explain the pros and cons, and make things big and make things openly. Dao Ting cannot ignore it..."


    Everyone nodded slightly.


    At this moment, the thin old man in the seat suddenly stood up, pinched Yi in his hand and counted the copper coins, his face turned pale.


    The monks looked at each other, with some confusion.


    The old man with white beard frowned and asked, "Brother Wen, what happened?"


    The skinny old man looked panicked and said in a trembling voice:


    "I just got lucky and I used Yi to count copper coins to divine a divination..."


    "On the hexagram, it shows..."


    “Showing…the future scenes of mine.”


    The skinny old man was a little shocked when he thought of the scene:


    "Living people are mixed with dead bodies, and the boundaries of life and death are inseparable. Living people are like corpses, and corpses are like living people. But the one who is on it is a corpse king. This corpse king has dark gold and blood color and is not controlled by anyone or corpse..."


    The old man with white beard changed drastically when he heard this.


    The other monks were a little confused, "So what?"


    "That''s to say," the skinny old man looked frightened and said slowly:


    "If the corpse king is refined in this corpse mine, if you do not suppress it and let it go, it will inevitably lead to natural disasters in a hundred years, and this corpse king will become... a corpse evil!"


    "In other words, this corpse mine is actually nourishing the evil of Taoism!"


    As soon as this statement came out, all the monks were frightened.


    "Tao Yao!"


    This is a word that can only be seen in the Taoist scriptures, which means a disaster that human power can hardly resist.


    Even families or sects with a thousand-year-old heritage have records of being killed by the evil spirits...


    Nourish the evil of Tao?


    The old man with white beard couldn''t help but tremble, "This is...serious?"


    The thin old man was shocked, "This is the hexagram..."


    He thought about it and added: "My evil things cannot be calculated with my own abilities..."


    The implication is that someone asked him to calculate it, or in other words, it told everyone through his hexagram...


    Everyone knows who this person is.


    The old man with white beard was silent for a moment, with a serious expression and said in a calm voice:


    "I will write this to Tianshu Pavilion and ask the master of the Pavilion to make a calculation."


    "At the same time, I will also go to the Dao Court to help you..."


    "If this is true, there will be evil spirits in the corpse mine, then all mobilized monks must be mobilized, and at all costs, suppress the corpse mine, kill the corpse king, and kill this evil spirit to the end without leaving any trouble!"


    (This chapter ends)