Chapter Sixteen

  The spiritual energy inside this space is absolutely more than that of Yun Juan Mountain. After all, this space itself is already an existence against the heavens.

  Lin Ruo Lan stood in the space with a comfortable expression on her face, her eyes slightly closed as she took a deep breath; almost letting out a sigh of happiness.

  Uh... it's still more comfortable in places with spiritual energy, she felt that all the pores on her body were open; that kind of comfort made Lin Ruolan suddenly feel like crying.

  Lin Ruolan was worried that her strength wasn't enough, and the healing-type youth would wake up soon; Lin Ruolan didn't dare to linger in the space for too long, she quickly took off her clothes; with a 'plop' sound, she jumped into the spiritual spring, submerging herself completely at the bottom of the spring; after a long time, she finally emerged from the spiritual spring with a gurgling water sound.

  She had been soaking in the spiritual spring for so long that she was almost asleep, and it wasn't until then that Lin Ruolan reluctantly got up from the spiritual spring.

  As for clothes and other things, don't worry about them. This space has long been treated as her own home by Lin Ruolan. Anything that can be found outside in terms of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation can definitely be found inside the space; even if it's not available outside, it can still be seen inside the space.

  When choosing what to wear outside, Lin Ruo Lan had learned from the previous experience with that healing-type boy. She deliberately took out the protective treasure robe - Feng Yu that Qing Wei Zi gave her and put it on. Moreover, according to her own preferences, she changed it into a light yellow long skirt with a high waistline.

  A head of raven-black long hair was casually tied up with a ribbon of the same color system, but in order to conveniently wear that white jade plum blossom hairpin; Lin Ruolan also spent great effort to comb a small bun on her own head and wore the white jade plum blossom hairpin on her head.

  Hmm... Alright!

  For her own fully armed, Lin Ruolan was undoubtedly satisfied; the outside world is too dangerous, in short, being careful is better than taking a risk; safety first!

  Calculating the timing, Lin Ruolan estimated that the healing-type boy outside should also be about to wake up soon; she quickly picked some fruit and flashed out of the space.

  In the southern suburbs of Beijing, there is a magnificent Taoist temple with an ancient mountain gate hanging a golden plaque; on which are written four large characters in dragon and phoenix dance - Xuanxin Zhengzong!

  These four dragon-and-phoenix dancing large characters are the handwriting of today's Master Wan, and this majestic Taoist temple in front is the protected national Taoist temple personally sealed by today's Master; and the master of the Xuanxin Orthodox sect, Chì Sōng Zǐ, is the current State Preceptor!

  "What?"

  In the main hall of the Orthodox Church, a man in his thirties was kneeling.

  Standing before him was an old Taoist with white hair and beard, already very old; from his black Taoist robe embroidered with golden thread, it's not hard to guess that in the Xuanxin Zhengzong, only one person can dress like this; apart from Guo Shi Chisongzi, who was personally appointed by the Emperor himself, no one else comes to mind.

  "Chi Xia, you are my eldest disciple; as the elder brother, you should set an example for others to follow. How can you let your younger brother take risks? You're really muddled... truly muddled!"

  Inside the main hall, kneeling was Yan Chixia, the eldest disciple of Chi Songzi and also the one with the deepest cultivation among his disciples. If there were no other accidents, after Chi Songzi's hundred years, the next master of the Xuanxin Sect and the title of National Master would all belong to Yan Chixia.

  Eight days ago, when Akamatsu entered the palace to pay his respects, he received an imperial edict; it is said that in a village two hundred miles away from the capital, a large number of villagers suddenly died at home for no reason.

  Because the location of the incident is too close to the capital, Master Wan is worried that it might be a plague. He's also worried that it might be the work of evil spirits or ghosts. In such situations, it usually falls on Xuanxin Zhengzong's head, and this time is no exception.

  In recent years, Chi Songzi has rarely taken action personally. General things are handed over to Yan Chixia and other disciples under his door; this time is no exception, the leader of the team is Yan Chixia.

  When Yan Chixia led a group of Xuanxin Zhengzong disciples to the village, the manor had become a massive tomb; originally there were 116 households with a total of 421 people in the manor.

  When Yan Chixia arrived with his men, there was not a single living soul left in the village; all 421 people from 116 households had died suddenly in their own homes.

  Due to the hot weather, when Yan Chixia and others arrived, some of the bodies had already started to rot and emit a foul odor, and even the remaining few had begun to give off a strong stench.

  Even Yan Chixia, who had grown accustomed to life and death, and the disciples of Xuanxin Zhengzong were stunned by the scene before them; this was no longer the mortal world, and it would not be an exaggeration to call it hell.

  Several young disciples of the Xuanxin Sect, who had relatively poor mental endurance, immediately ran out with a drastic change in expression; then they squatted on the side and started dry heaving 'Hua'...'He'... The sound echoed back and forth without stopping.

  Yan Chi-hsia, with the orthodox disciples of Hsuan-chin sect, examined all the corpses and found that almost every one of them had no wounds on their bodies; nor was there any sign of poisoning. It can be preliminarily concluded that everyone in the whole mansion died a natural death.

  This is also the most bizarre aspect of this matter. When a person's age increases, you can say that he died naturally; but in this villa, there are only 52 elderly people; the rest are either strong men or women and children, it is absolutely impossible for hundreds of people to die naturally at the same time.

  Something even stranger happened later that night, when Yan Chixia led a group of people to perform a ritual in the village; they wanted to summon one or two ghostly spirits to ask them questions, but not a single ghost appeared; there were no newly deceased ghosts, nor was there even an old ghost to be seen.

  This was the first time that Yan Chixia had encountered such a thing, and all the disciples of the Xuanxin Zhengzong sect were at a loss for words; a kind of oppressive and strange atmosphere that made people feel suffocated enveloped everyone's hearts.

  Xuanxin Zhengzong became the protector of the country's Taoist temple, mainly because of Xuanxin Zhengzong's ability; a supernatural ability to capture ghosts and demons.

  To put it bluntly, the orthodox disciples of Xuanxin Zhengzong, apart from being skilled in martial arts, have a major difference: most of them know magic spells and are known among the people as those who can catch ghosts.

  Yan Chi felt the difficulty of the task for the first time, and the large manor was shrouded in a thick layer of dead air; the sound of 'thumping' heartbeat was clearly audible.

  A kind of breath known as danger is quietly approaching, Yan Chixia has experienced countless big and small exorcism events; today's situation he also encountered for the first time.

  "A mournful howl... Suddenly, a sound that was either a wolf's wail or a dog's bark came from somewhere, breaking the eerie and unsettling atmosphere."

  "Th-that... Senior Brother."

  Someone forced themselves to speak up and said: "I think it's getting late tonight, why don't everyone get some rest first; whatever needs to be discussed can wait until tomorrow morning."

  The person who spoke was called Jin Guang, a closed-door disciple of Chi Songzi.

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