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Cold wind and rain, deep mountains and old forests, breaking into a Taoist temple in the dark night, Wei Junxing felt that He Jingshuo must be crazy.

But he still went crazy with He Jingshuo.

He Jingshuo was still walking close to the corridor of the West Wing in the temple without looking back, the sound of the rain was getting louder and louder, beating on the eaves and the ground, the sound was deafening,

"Hey, what's your surname, what do you want to do?"

Wei Junxing followed a few steps closer, his tone of voice trembling a little, a very ominous premonition lingered in his heart, he wanted to turn his head and run away, but he was worried about He Jingshuo.

He Jingshuo ignored Wei Junxing's protest at all, walked quickly, and quickly passed through the corridor and entered the main hall.

There are dark lights everywhere in this temple, except for the light in front of the door, only the light is on in the main hall, and there is a vague fragrance floating around, not the sharp cedar smell on He Jingshuo, but something similar to plants. aroma.

It is sweet-scented osmanthus.

Wei Junxing sniffed, it was the season of osmanthus blossoms, only the osmanthus tree in the mountains, I believe he did not enter the illusion.

He clenched his phone tightly, and followed He Jingshuo into the main hall.

In the middle of the night, he wanted to see what the hell He Jingshuo was up to.

Although there was light in the main hall, the whole room was high and spacious, and there was only a dim light bulb hanging in the middle of the roof, and it was the only light bulb, which made Wei Junxing feel that he was living in reality, not that Zhang In the dreamland created by Heguang.

Floating yellow curtains hung all around, and the wind came from nowhere, causing the curtains to flutter. At first glance, it looked like ghosts with countless tentacles, dancing wildly.

He Jingshuo had already knelt on a futon with his back to Wei Junxing, and there was a person sitting directly in front of him.

The man closed his eyes slightly, with slender cheeks, a long beard under his jaw, holding a whisk in his hand, and looked as if he had already settled down.

He Jingshuo kowtowed to the man with a deep and solemn voice,

"Master, I have brought people here."

Wei Junxing's body was immediately covered with goose bumps. He Jingshuo betrayed himself to a stinky Taoist priest, and wanted to make it up to him with all his heart.

At this time, Wei Junxing wanted to eat people, and his eyes full of fear fell on the old Taoist priest.There was no wind in the man's hand, and his eyes opened instantly. Wei Junxing was so frightened that he took a few steps back and almost sat on the ground.

The old Taoist priest, with slender eyes and a big donkey face, looked like Wei Linggong in a dream who pierced through He Jingshuo with a sword in a black armor.

However, at this moment, He Jingshuo kneeled in front of him respectfully, kowtowing to the enemy.

Wei Junxing rushed forward with a stride, pulled He Jingshuo up, pointed at the old Taoist priest and stood there glaring,

"Wei Linggong, what do you want to do? It's not enough for you to kill him once, and you still want to use him?"

He Jingshuo was pulled hard by him, couldn't break free for a while, so he could only yell at Wei Junxing,

"Why are you so nervous, don't be disrespectful to Master Zhang."

"Master Zhang? Zhang Heguang?"

He became even more frightened for a moment, it was not a dream, Zhang Heguang could actually travel to reality.

"Little friend, my surname is indeed Zhang Mingheguang, but I don't know where I learned my surname when I first met you?"

He spoke slowly, but he raised his eyes and looked sideways, with a weird smile on his lips.

Wei Junxing hugged He Jingshuo, not daring to look at the Taoist priest again, he buried his head on He Jingshuo's neck and lowered his voice.

"Go away, he's not a good guy. Quick."

He Jingshuo's eyes also froze. He felt Wei Junxing's fear. Wei Junxing's hands were trembling on his back. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Heguang.

At this moment, the man had a strange smile all over his eyes.

"But?"

He Jingshuo hesitated for a moment, and the doors and windows around the hall were closed one after another with a bang, and the door behind them was also closed with a bang before they could retreat.

I only heard the old Taoist priest shouted sharply,

"Since you're here, let's stay here for a while!"

After finishing speaking, he swept the whisk in his hand, and swept towards He Jingshuo and Wei Junxing head-on.

He Jingshuo knew some kung fu, but when he saw the old man suddenly turned his face, he led Wei Junxing and turned around immediately, narrowly dodging the whisk. He felt a chill in the back of his school uniform, and when he turned to look, there was a cut on the back Big mouth.

Wei Junxing didn't know what to do for a while, he didn't expect to escape from the dream, but he still couldn't escape this person, what kind of enmity did they have in their previous life.

Wei Junxing was just stunned for a moment, He Jingshuo had already led him around the hall for a few times, the old Taoist priest didn't move, but Fuchen chased them as if he had eyes.

Wei Junxing turned around, and then turned back to the main entrance, but the doors and windows were closed tightly, and he couldn't run out at all. He took a deep breath, grabbed the futon on the ground, and threw it at the old Taoist head-on.

"This classmate, can you stop being in a daze at the critical moment!" He Jingshuo complained looking at the futon that flew out.

Wei Junxing replied with a cold face,

"He killed you once, and you still come to kneel him and beg him, are you sick?"

He Jingshuo felt a chill down his back, and a gust of cold air suddenly rose from the soles of his feet. Following Wei Junxing, he retreated quickly and approached the door.

With his hands behind his back, he pulled the door bolt hard, but the door did not move at all. Wei Junxing stepped back while observing the actions of the Taoist priest, who was approaching the two of them step by step with his whisk.

Wei Junxing didn't have time to think about it, and slammed his body towards the door with all his strength. The wooden door swayed under his impact, and the Taoist's whisk swept over in an instant.

He Jingshuo raised his leg and kicked Wei Junxing aside who had been bounced by the door panel, dodging the whisk, but the Taoist came up again reluctantly.

Behind Wei Junxing is the gate, but it is firmly closed, there is no way to hide, He Jingshuo saw that the whisk was about to sweep Wei Junxing's face.

The whisk looked light, but it was sharper than a knife when it hit the body. He Jingshuo and Wei Junxing looked at each other, and they both looked into the depths of the hall.

The hall with no end in sight, was surrounded by darkness, but it was better than being beaten here.

The moment the whisk swept over again, the two of them separated from each other and rushed to the depths of the hall.

Fortunately, the surrounding curtains helped them. Wei Junxing hid behind a curtain, not daring to vent his breath, and just hid quietly.

The old Taoist stood by the door and waited for a long time. Seeing that there was no movement in the hall, he was obviously a little impatient. He swept the dust in his hand and moved towards the hall.

Wei Junxing walked around the curtain and touched the door quietly.

Seeing Wei Jun move, He Jingshuo followed his steps and moved towards the door, but the old Taoist obviously just swayed in, but was actually paying attention to the movement on the other side.

He saw that the curtain moved, and a black figure had already arrived at the door. The old Taoist was also extremely fast, and retreated to the door with one step, and swung the whisk out.