Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao: Chapter 732 big black sky

"Huh" The breeze gently blows across the withered yellow grass, curling a few dry grass leaves.

The sky is gloomy at the moment, and the clouds like lead are also very low, just like Li Huowang's mood at the moment.

After these days of desperately driving, he has arrived at Qingqiu, but can he really be called Qingqiu?

The green silk-like blanket of the past has disappeared, replaced by dry yellow grass crumbling here and there.

This situation was even worse than what he had been in before. If the grass was just turning yellow before, the grassland now seemed to be dying, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried about Sun Baolu.

But compared to Qingqiu, Li Huowang's own troubles have not been solved yet, and he hasn't had the time to care about what's going on. "

With Li Huowang's legs clamped lightly towards the horse's belly, the handsome horse with the talisman on it rode towards the city in the distance.

It was the capital of Qingqiu, what was its name, Li Huowang remembered that someone had told him once, but he didn’t remember it now, the only thing he remembered was the road full of cow dung and sheep dung piled on the ground.

Although the Khan of Qingqiu went to conquer the battlefield himself, it was obvious that there were still people in charge in this city full of livestock.

Li Huowang had just entered the city gate when several Qingqiu cavalrymen staring at Gao Honghat blocked his way.

He didn't open his mouth, and a deep voice came from the cavalry's abdomen. "Where are you from? Where are you going?"

Li Huowang took out the badge of Sitianjian of Daliang and threw it over, then pointed his finger at the majestic temple in the distance. "I have something to do with the master of your bardo temple."

While these cavalrymen were carefully examining the badges thrown by Li Huowang, the onlookers in Qingqiu gave way one after another, prostrating themselves on the ground.

Soon two rows of lamas in black leather jackets folded their hands together, walked slowly in front of them, and came to Li Huowang.

They are obviously also from Qingqiu, with dark skin and thin bodies, but they are all old without exception, and they are all the kind of old people with age spots or wrinkles on their faces, who are almost dead.

When Li Huowang was in Qingqiu, he met this kind of lama once. It seems that the bardo temple knew his identity and sent someone to pick him up.

They didn't speak, and after bowing to Li Huowang, they turned and walked towards the steeple-topped bardo temple.

Li Huowang glanced at it, and he had already dismounted. He didn't dare to see any presumptuous cavalry, so he turned around and followed the lamas.

A tentacle protruded from his red priestly robe, forcibly snatching the waist card back from the cavalryman's hand.

Li Huowang followed behind these old lamas, walked through a large number of herdsmen kneeling and kneeling towards the bardo temple, and walked inside along the stairs.

Although the Bardo Temple looks very majestic and majestic from the outside, it is very empty inside. There are no redundant Buddha statues, and more are various leather murals and various pointed pagodas.

The contents of these leather murals are all kinds of strange things, and there are all kinds of paintings. It seems that it has something to do with the myth of Changshengtian.

However, Li Huowang did not forget what he was here for. He asked the old lama who was leading the way: "I am looking for masters this time, and I want to ask you for your help."

The lamas did not speak, as if they knew something long ago, they continued to lead Li Huowang into the temple, passed through the lively debate field, and finally stopped at the house in the deepest part of the bardo temple.

The old lama spoke to the inside, and there were voices in the room responding, but they all spoke Qingqiu dialect, and Li Huowang didn't understand a word at all.

But soon, Li Huowang understood again. "Li...Realist, long...respect...your name." Following the extremely weak voice, the dark temple door slowly opened, revealing the dark layout inside.

When Li Huowang just walked in, he saw several mummified corpses wearing cockscomb hats hanging from the necks by ropes and hanging on the beams in the house.

Although their faces look like skeletons wrapped in skin, judging from the gorgeous monk robes and various delicate bone ornaments on their bodies, these mummies have a high status in the bardo temple.

Not only is the house not smelly, but it is also filled with all kinds of greasy fragrances.

Li Huowang looked up at these things, regardless of whether these things were dead or alive, and said straight to the point: "Since you know me, let me make a long story short. I have a chronic illness today, and now I need a medicine from Fengdu to save my life. I A younger brother said, "You seem to be quite familiar with that place, so please take me to Fengdu."

Feng is the site of Si Mingkui's couch, and anyone who has anything to do with Si Ming will be in trouble. If he is not familiar with the place, Li Huowang has no intention of putting himself in danger. "

He had already confronted the Lion Dance Palace last time, and he didn't want to do it again.

Since the Bardo Temple worships death itself, and since the Yin Temple is now working with them to deal with the teachings, there is no reason why I can't think of ways to ask them to help.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Huowang saw a mummy on the left, accompanied by a creaking sound, shaking slightly from left to right.

"No? None of this works?"

"No, no, Master Li, do you know that Feng is not a living Kali?" There seemed to be some words that Li Huowang couldn't understand in his words.

"Of course I know, I won't come back to ask you for help if I want to find a living person."!

"It's easy for Feng to go, but if I go, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out forever."

"No way, my friend has been there before, and it's not as mysterious as you said, just take the wheel and pick me up when the time comes."

Li Huowang could remember that child Yang went in in a daze, but he finally came out with a full body.

Although he has Hongzhong's help, is it possible that the current self is no better than a young boy in this matter?

"Li Daochang, today is different from the past, we say this for your own good, go back."

Hearing this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Li Huowang frowned, "Why is it different from the past? Has anything happened to Feng during this period of time?"

"Daheitian moved. It should have died forever at the bottom of the green hill. It shouldn't have moved." Another mummy spoke.

"What did you say?" Hearing these words, Li Huowang felt a little uneasy in his heart. The Daheitian he was talking about was probably the chief couch of death.

"Generation after generation, we have stood in Qingqiu to offer sacrifices to people and animals, to give to our hearts, to our bodies, and to our emptiness, just to reassure Mahakala."

"Perhaps it's his fate. Today's Dahetian, he left his previous position."

"Then after the Daheitian you mentioned left his position, what does it have to do with Feng?"

He came here in a hurry along the way, if he just went back without saying anything, then Li Huowang would not be reconciled.

"No, Master Li, you don't understand. Daheitian is the wrathful form of Dazizaitian. Every time he moves a finger, a whole village will die. Every time he takes a step, a whole town will die. Every time he moves One foot will kill a city of people."

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