Old Taoist Master Xuanzhao turned his head and looked at the hexagrams displayed on the ground.

There was no trace of surprise in his eyes,

Picked up the Dharma hexagram and performed another divination.

This time the hexagram became ‘unfortunate’.

"Of the two roads to Sanmao Taoist Temple, if you choose to walk from the main road of 'Jintan' to Sanmao Taoist Temple, it is a bad hexagram. If you go over the lower Maoshan Mountain to Sanmao Taoist Temple, the hexagram is 'fierce'."

Xuan Zhao returned the pair of ox horn hexagrams to Su Wu and turned to everyone.

"Since the hexagrams are like this,

Then climb down Maoshan Mountain and go to Sanmao Taoist Temple!

Anyway, both roads take the same time." Xuan Qing said.

The conversation between several teachers in Maoshan fell into Su Wu's ears. Su Wu pinched the pair of horns and suddenly felt some inexplicable touches - some scattered thoughts without clues flashed in his mind.

At this moment, he suddenly said: "I think it is better to take the main road of Jintan."

"Um?"

"Why?"

Several division commanders turned to look at Su Wu.

Su Wu signaled the ox-horn hexagrams in his hand to several teachers, and then said: "After all, this pair of ox-horn hexagrams comes from the Duangong lineage of the witch ghost, and is still very different from our Maoshan shamans.

The hexagrams indicated may not be correct.

It might even be exactly the opposite of the real situation.

In this way, if you go against the hexagrams, you might get unexpected gains."

"If the hexagrams are not hexagrams, in fact, our brothers and sisters have never believed it at all.

I just don’t want to make my own choice,

We just asked this pair of Dharma hexagrams to choose for us." Xuan Qing smiled, shook his head, and said, "However, since you said so now, then according to what you said, it is okay to take the main path of Jintan.

Just take the main road of Jintan!"

"OK."

"Can."

All the Taoists in Maoshan nodded in agreement with what Senior Brother Xuanqing said.

Su Wu couldn't help but feel relieved when he heard that Uncle Xuanqing finally agreed to take the main road of Jintan.

While breathing a sigh of relief,

There was even more shame in his heart for no reason.

It seems that he knew subconsciously that it was not a good choice for him to lead several teachers to the main road of Jintan, and it would definitely not have any good results - but he had to push several teachers to go to the main road of Jintan with him.

Way to go.

Even if taking this path has extremely serious consequences,

It is necessary to walk like this.

Check some issues.

"Yang Zhen, why are you still standing there?

Let's go together." Xuan Qing led his two junior brothers and walked a few steps along the mountain steps. Seeing Su Wu still frowning in thought, he called to him.

Su Wu came back to his senses,

nodded,

Following in the footsteps of the Maoshan shaman masters.

Climbing up the mountain steps along the mountain, you will see archways standing in the place where the mountains are undulating and turning. The magnificent atmosphere of the Three Mountains Dharma is ready to be seen against the backdrop of archways and buildings in the mountains.

Under the guidance of all the teachers, Su Wu turned around countless mountain bends, and the mountain in front suddenly leveled off.

A golden tripod stands in the square in front,

Under the rising sun,

The square tripod shines brightly.

"Jintan!"

Xuan Qing pointed to the golden tripod in front and introduced to Su Wu behind him: "After passing the Jintan, the road ahead is easy to walk. Sanmao Taoist Temple is in front of Taiyuan Hall-"

Speaking of which,

He raised his head and looked far into the distance.

But I didn't see the red mist flying among the mountains.

The red mist that was suspected to be the 'Chinese Ancestor's body' disappeared.

Xuan Qing's eyes were a little solemn. He stopped chatting with his younger disciples and introduced the style of Maoshan. He led everyone straight through Jintan Square and down a mountain path.

At this moment,

Bursts of bells came from the side covered by the mountain.

Ding-dang-dang, jingle-dang-dang!

Bell sound?

Su Wu frowned slightly when he heard the sound of the bell.

An ominous premonition arose in my heart.

The crowd stopped.

Xuanqing held a mahogany sword in one hand and a yellow talisman of the Canopy God's Curse in the other. He walked down a few more stone steps, just around the half-mountain that blocked everyone's sight——

He stood at the corner of the stone steps,

The upper body was also obscured by the mountain, so Xuan Jue, Xuan Zhao and others could only see the hem of his robe.

The sound of ringing bells that were approaching rapidly suddenly paused——

follow closely,

Another burst of bells rang quickly!

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!

Although the sound of the bells sounded more urgent, it was no longer as intensive as before.

It seemed like two bells were ringing continuously before.

Now there is only one bell left!

A bell?!

Xuan Zhao reacted suddenly and shouted sternly: "Close your eyes quickly!"

As the words blurted out, a white light flashed across his eyes - however, a cold and quiet rhyme circled around his neck at the same time -

A circle of very shallow and thin blood marks emerged from the old Taoist's neck,

Thin blood lines burst out from the blood stains!

His body fell limply to the ground,

Two points for the body and head!

"Junior brother!"

Xuan Jue's pupils contracted violently, and he gave a sharp shout. He squatted down and hugged Xuan Jue's headless body, but he could no longer free his hands to catch Xuan Jue's head that fell down the mountain steps!

At this time,

Su Wu stepped out from the side and picked up the head that almost fell down the mountain.

After his figure flashed out,

When I landed, I was already at the corner of the mountain steps.

From his angle, he could see that Master Xuanqing was holding a mahogany sword in one hand and a canopy magic spell in the other, standing frozen at the bend of the mountain road. His head had slipped from his neck and fell to his feet.

side.

And in front of Uncle Xuanqing,

A human figure with a talisman only had time to look back before being cut into two pieces by a brass magic sword covered with mottled marks.

All kinds of practice will turn into ashes and disappear.

Carrying Li Gui on his back, he fled in an instant.

Under the figure of the talisman,

on the mountain road,
To be continued...