Yehuo calmed down and counted silently before blurting out the answer.

"No... Yehuo, you counted wrongly.

It is clearly seventeen."

Zhenren Zhang shook his head slightly, raised his hand, counted one by one, from left to right, yes, it was indeed seventeen.

"This..." Ye Huo was stunned for a moment and counted it again: it was still seventeen trees.

Although she was full of doubts, she had to nod to the master: "Master is right."

But Jiaruo suddenly sneered: "Zhang Zhenren, although you are not young anymore, how can those who practice magic be so old and dizzy?

——It is clearly sixteen trees, how come they are counted into seventeen trees?”

The priest raised his hand slightly and counted it from left to right to show them, one, two, three, four... not much or less, it was indeed sixteen!

"How could it be seventeen?

Can the real person count for Garuo again?”

With a little ridicule, the priest turned around and asked.

Zhenren Zhang looked solemn, raised his fingers and counted one by one: one, two, three... However, there were only sixteen! No matter how many times he counted, there were only sixteen... He couldn't count the seventeenth one!

Only he understood that his "dividing shadow" had actually failed under the oppression of an unknown force... His magic and illusion power were unable to be used at all!

"The real person is indeed old..." Smiling slightly, looking at the surprised expressions of the old Taoist priest and the two disciples, brushing the collars of the clothes, the white-clothed priest turned around, threw down a sentence and walked away, "By the way, there is a master named Mingjing, I'm afraid he feels a little uncomfortable at this moment... You guys go there quickly."

Ruoshui and Yehuo originally wanted to go up and intercept the ghost surrender again, but Zhenren Zhang's face changed and he said sternly: "Go to the garrison with me! Jiaruo must have gone to the garrison with me today!"

Zhou Shouge is dead... It is obvious that it is a poisonous attack.

The death is very terrifying. After only a few hours of death, the body has begun to rot and emits an unpleasant smell.

When the three of them arrived there, they found Master Mingjing sitting cross-legged - his heart and clothes were shattered, as if they had extremely powerful power to defeat the "heart of Prajna" he had obtained through hard practice and break the barrier he set from his heart.

When he saw Zhenren Zhang, he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a mouthful of blood.

"Too, too powerful... Even if we join forces, we may not be able to beat him at all..." When we could speak, Master Mingjing said this in the first sentence, his eyes were shocked and dissipated, "He, he is only more than twenty... Where, where did he cultivate such incredible power?

...His power...is not all in the world!"

The two female disciples were also stunned.

After a while, I heard the master say a strange thing: "Master... Is it the only way to rely on destiny?"

Master Mingjing, who was almost exhausted, seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Ah?

Zhenren Zhang...you, have you seen it too?

On that woman?”

"That day, you and I should have seen it at the same time."

Nodding slightly, Zhang Zhenren whispered, "Just on her, we see fate - she is the destined nemesis of Karuo, isn't she?

To deal with the priests of the Moon-Worshiping Sect... I'm afraid, I can only ask Miss Jing to take action."

Miss Jing!

Ruoshui's heart suddenly jumped and he exchanged gazes with Yehuo in shock.

"No," Master Mingjing nodded and recited Amitabha with some compassion in his eyes, "Miss Jing Ming star shines on his life. Anyone who intersects the orbits of her constellation will die!"

By the sacred lake with a wavy wave in front of the temple, the white-clothed priest sighed, bent down and immersed his hands in the water - although it was summer and in Miaojiang, the holy lake in the Moon Palace was still cold and bone-thirsty - because it gathered the most yin energy of heaven and earth.

The Moon Worshiping Sect has been dominating Miaojiang for more than 100 years and has killed countless people with magic.

This holy lake was set up since the beginning of the sect and was a place where the dead were detained.

Countless undead and resentful souls were deposited at the bottom of the lake, and the lake water that had used the spell became an invisible confinement for the souls, so that they would not escape in scattered.

These souls were detained at the bottom of the lake, unable to enter the samsara or eliminate them, and could only wait for the mission of the Moon Worshiping Sect's sorcerer.

Karuo put his hand into the water and then let go.

An invisible soul left his palm and dived into the water.

The ghosts brought back were free into the water.

Garuo quickly took his hand away from the water - even so, in just a moment, he still felt the evil spirit wandering in the lake smell his breath, and quickly gathered from under the water, trying to bite his fingers.

The power gathered by the Holy Lake is so powerful and vicious that even the priests of the Moon Worshiping Cult from all generations dare not get too close to this lake.

There were too many undead sleeping there, and the resentment condensed could almost suffocate the strongest warlock-

However, this is the ultimate source of the power of the Moon Worshiping Sect.

For generations, every priest has to control and call on the power of evil spirits in the lake when he is practicing.

Even Hua Lian, the former leader who claimed to be the most powerful in a hundred years, who was the only one who combines the identity of the leader and the priest, could not resist the power of the Yin Spirit of the Holy Lake.

"Are those evil spirits at the bottom of the lake so powerful?"

Seeing the priest quickly pulling his fingers out of the water and staring at the fingers carefully for traces of biting, the leader of the Moon-Worshiping Sect, who was standing on the steps of the temple, was a little surprised, "Even you dare not touch them?"

Karuo did not answer, but just stood up straight and stared at the seemingly calm lake water by the lake, with a little solemn between his eyebrows and eyes.

This is the evil and resentment that has been deposited for hundreds of years. If it escapes, it will be completely out of control... To this day, the Moon Worshiping Sect still needs a blood sacrifice every year to suppress the extremely cruel evil spirits in the lake.

"Garu, have you ever thought about what would happen if the moon wheel in this temple one day was turned, if the gate under the holy lake was opened and the lake water was dried up?"

A little sighed, the long jade finger of the Moon Worshiping Master caressed the holy objects enshrined in the temple and murmured.

"Don't touch!"

As if he was electrocuted, the white-clothed priest rushed over and hit her hand aside.

"Garu, you-" was startled, Minghe held his hand and looked at him in a daze--the eyes of this deep and unpredictable guardian of the Moon Worship Sect showed a look of fear for the first time!

"Don't touch it... are you crazy?

The moon wheel of the sky is never touched.”

Pulling the curtain down again, Garuo's face was terrible, and his hands that grasped the curtain trembled slightly-

This moon wheel is enshrined in the supreme temple of the Moon Worship Sect.

According to legend, when the Moon Worshiping Sect was founded on Lingjiu Mountain, the founder also established a temple and dug the holy lake.

The sluice gate connected to the holy lake under the moon wheel. Once opened, the lake water can be leaked into the ground.

However, for more than a hundred years, no leader or priest has dared to turn this month's wheel.

Because once the moon wheel rotates and the lake water leaks into the ground, the evil spirits imprisoned in the lake will be released and scattered into the sun! If the terrifying evil force loses control, the consequences... When I think of this, even the high priest of the Moon worship Sect can't help but shudder.

"Can't touch it?

Why can't you touch it!"

The leader of the Moon-World Sect sneered, but there was a resolute and cold light in his delicate eyes. He pulled the curtain open and pointed at the Yuelun and said coldly, "If Tingxue Tower... If Tingxue Tower really attacked, if Xiao Yiqing really dared to destroy the Moon-World Sect, then I would turn the Moon-World and release all the evil spirits in the lake!"

"——At most, it's just burned with jade!... Haha."

She sneered, with the meaning of crazy and desperate smile, and the crescent moon painted on her cheeks was cold.

Before he finished speaking, the white-clothed priest came up and pulled her away viciously: "Are you crazy?

You must never turn the moon wheel!”

"Yes, I can not turn the moon wheel-if you can keep the moon palace!"

The leader of the Moon worshipped the Moon quietly stared at Garuo and said slowly, "If you have a better way."

...Garu, I don't want to die either."

He helped the injured Master Mingjing back to the wooden building, and it was already dusk.

Knowing that the master was frustrated today, he was in a bad mood, and Ruoshui and Yehuo did not dare to say too much, but just silently held the lights.

After sitting down for a while, the children of Tingxuelou came to deliver food.

Looking at the young disciple who was only in his teens, he quickly made dishes, Zhenren Zhang thought for a while and asked, "Is Master Xiao here?"

The little disciple who listened to Xuelou did not raise his head and replied: "The owner of the poster went out after dinner."

"Oh..." Zhang Zhenren nodded, looked at Master Mingjing on the side, and continued to ask, "So, Miss Jing is here?

I and Master Mingjing have something to discuss with Miss Jing.”

"Miss Jing is not here either."

The little disciple answered, and suddenly couldn't help but smile.

"oh?

Where has Miss Jing gone?"

It was a bit strange, Zhang Zhenren asked.

The little disciple raised his head, put the food cloth in his hand, wiped his hand on the cloth towel, and replied with a smile: "Miss Jing, I'm naturally out with the poster."

After waiting for him to withdraw, Zhang Zhenren sighed while touching his beard, and went over to ask Master Mingjing who was meditating on the couch: "Master, can you please come down and use some vegetarian food?"
To be continued...