Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

#181 - Ghost in a deserted temple on a rainy night? (Request for subscription)

Chen Qi felt a chill, a terrible chill in his uterus.

As a man, he obviously didn't have a uterus, yet this was the only word in his mind.

He was a man, a man with a glorious history, and he understood women.

He felt like he had become a woman, suddenly possessing a uterus, and experiencing unprecedented uterine cold, so much so that he was trembling all over.

In a daze, he felt like he was exhaling white, frosty air.

After that, Chen Qi was horrified to discover that the yang energy he had absorbed for many years was dissipating, and he was becoming incomparably yin and cold again.

Immediately afterward came the pain.

It was as if he had suddenly gained another meridian, and that meridian was excruciatingly painful.

Dysmenorrhea?

Uterine cold and dysmenorrhea?

Chen Qi was in great fear.

Back then, he had been sucked dry of yang energy by the Red Mansion Madwoman, his yin and yang imbalance destroyed, becoming extremely yin and cold.

He had relied entirely on absorbing the yang energy of the villagers of Black Mountain Village to gradually survive and return to normal.

But now, as the moonlight entered his body, the yang energy within him was rapidly dissolving, and he was reverting to that incomparably yin and cold constitution.

No, it was even worse than before!

Chen Qi suddenly woke up.

He, he had to absorb yang energy immediately.

If he allowed the moonlight to continue wreaking havoc like this, people would die!

Chen Qi waved his hands, trying to use his movement technique to fly towards the village, but quickly fell to the ground.

His body had become stiff, and the cold was gnawing at his bones.

Adding insult to injury!

This moonlight not only sent him back thirty years but also made things even worse!

Back then, after being drained by the Red Mansion Madwoman, he had almost died.

If it hadn't been for the sect's medicinal herbs, he wouldn't have survived at all.

But now the situation was even more dire!

Chen Qi desperately rushed towards Black Mountain Village.

He didn't want to die!

He wanted to live!

To live, he was willing to suck the entire Black Mountain Village dry!

However, Chen Qi felt the cold brought by the moonlight was still spreading, and his body was becoming increasingly numb.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he rolled down the hillside, extremely fast.

There happened to be a tree at the bottom of the hillside.

There was a series of loud cracking sounds as Chen Qi's crotch smashed through countless branches, giving him a sense of loss and pain.

With a snap, he stopped, hanging on the branches like a string of barbecue.

Chen Qi wanted to move, but found he couldn't.

His body was completely stiff!

He wouldn't, wouldn't die here, would he!

Chen Qi struggled, but all that happened was two birds he had scared away dropped a pile of excrement on his head, and nothing else.

Last night, he had reacted to sucking Li Sangou dry, but today there was no reaction at all.

His hands and feet wouldn't obey him!

Two lines of clear tears slid down Chen Qi's dark eye sockets.

He knew he was going to die!

To think that he, one in ten thousand cultivation geniuses, had struggled for decades, sucked on three generations of Black Mountain Village, and was about to return to his peak, but now he was going to die!

He was unwilling!

He hated it!

That green-haired guy who spread the stake skill deserved a terrible death!

Thus, the Black Mountain Old Demon, Chen Qi, died.

He died on a crooked-neck tree, his body stiff.

Ending his rather arduous and sinful life.

His body was clearly stiff, but his chest was slightly bulging.

Under the moonlight, it was difficult to distinguish between male and female for a time.

The next day, villagers discovered Chen Qi's body, and were terrified.

Because his pale appearance was really too much like a monster or ghost.

At a glance, it looked like a ghost had committed suicide on the tree, so it was no wonder they were scared.

On this day, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers had already arrived at the border between Qingzhou and Leizhou.

The previous road was not easy to travel, especially with a lazybones like the Murong brothers, it was even more tiring.

Now the two were sitting in a teahouse, drinking tea and listening to a storyteller.

This teahouse was converted from a previously abandoned post station, with no village in front and no store behind.

Travelers could have a cup of hot tea and listen to stories here, which was a rare enjoyment on a long and tiring journey.

The tea was rough tea, the teahouse was very simple, and the storyteller's level was even more ordinary.

At least in terms of mobilizing the atmosphere, it was far inferior to Lao Guo.

The story told was also not as exciting as Duan Laomo's.

The storyteller was telling a story about the Five Tigers Decapitation Sect returning to the peak of the martial arts world, which made Duan Yun and the Murong brothers doze off.

Duan Yun once thought he had returned to the scene of a math class in his previous life, and the sleepiness attacked in waves, unstoppable.

In front, a large area was already asleep.

At this time, a swordsman finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slammed the table, saying: "What the hell are you talking about, give me something juicy!"

"Hurry up!"

"Or I'll kill you with one knife, you idiot!"

As he said that, his knife was already out of its sheath.

Those who practiced martial arts had more or less some problems, and a bad temper was the most common.

Suddenly seeing this swordsman go berserk, the people in the teahouse not only did not retreat, but seemed a little excited.

Finally, there was a show to watch!

Wasn't this more exciting than listening to stories?

Of course, there were also those who were asleep, still snoring.

At this time, the gray-haired storyteller stopped and looked at the swordsman, saying seriously: "I can't tell juicy stories."

His toughness made the swordsman, who had already drawn his knife, stunned for a moment.

"Then change the story, damn it!"

The swordsman planned to give the storyteller a step down, and said.

"I only know this one story."

The storyteller replied coldly.

The swordsman gave him face, but he didn't seem to give the other party any face at all.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers couldn't help but sweat for him, because the swordsman was obviously a hothead.

"Damn it!"

Sure enough, a flash of knife light was as fast as lightning, attacking the storyteller's head.

You have to say, this knife was a bit beyond Duan Yun and the Murong brothers' expectations.

Because those in the Jianghu who liked to talk trash were mostly ordinary in martial arts, and were cannon fodder-like characters.

But this swordsman was obviously a good quick-knife expert.

This knife was fast and fierce.

Duan Yun was just about to strike out the Jade Sword Finger to rescue him, but the situation suddenly changed.

The strong and swift knife momentum stopped abruptly, because the storyteller raised his hand and actually clamped the blade with two fingers.

In the next instant, an even more terrifying and swift fist struck!

With a bang, the swordsman's head was shattered, and he fell down, already breathing more out than in, and had no life to live.

Unexpectedly, this storyteller was a master.

Based on the power of this punch, he should be at the level of the Tongyou Realm.

The Jianghu was like this, if you wanted to kill someone, you might be killed by someone else.

Someone skillfully dragged the swordsman out, and the storyteller continued to tell stories.

This time, the listeners who had been snoring before woke up, and listened to this slightly boring story with a serious look, even more serious than listening to their father's teachings.

Because after that punch, the storyteller obviously had a taste of bloodthirstiness.

After that, the storyteller finished telling the story and walked straight away.

The crowd then began to discuss, and some people called it enjoyable.

Unexpectedly, a clumsy storyteller could punch a grumpy swordsman to death.

The couple in front of Duan Yun should know something, and they didn't seem so surprised.

"It's a pity, the dignified Sect Leader of the Five Tigers Decapitation Sect actually went crazy and became a storyteller, telling stories for decades," the man sighed.

"Who told Sect Leader Li to put all his efforts on a disciple.

His disciple Chen Qi was indeed a one-in-a-million cultivation genius decades ago, and was the most hopeful person to bring the Five Tigers Decapitation Sect back to its peak, but unfortunately he was sucked into a useless person by the Red Mansion Elder when he was in his prime."

"Sect Leader Li simply regarded Chen Qi as his own son. Even if Chen Qi was sucked dry of his yang energy, he still didn't give up. The dignified sect leader humbled himself in the Jinyang Sect, took the sect's treasure to give gifts, and even sent his own daughter to be a concubine, just to ask for a Jinyang Pill to save Chen Qi."

"He finally got it, but on the way to treat him, Chen Qi disappeared strangely, and no one was seen alive or dead."

"Sect Leader Li's hair turned white overnight, and he went straight crazy, not even wanting the sect, and told the story of him and his beloved disciple leading the Five Tigers Decapitation Sect back to the peak of the martial arts world day and night.

And the Five Tigers Decapitation Sect had already been swallowed by the White Socks Sect several years ago, and it really became this old man's fantasy."

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers did not expect that the old storyteller had such a sighing past.

"Is Chen Qi really gone?"

"It's been decades, and there's no news at all, he must be gone. It is said that he committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, and there are no bones left."

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers finished drinking tea and continued on their way.

This was just a small episode on their way.

The story they heard, apart from making Duan Shaoxia firm in his belief in destroying the Red Mansion Madwoman's entire family, did not provide any other help.

Their main destination this time was to save the younger brothers and sisters of the Qiongling Sect, and then explore the secrets of the Leigong Old Mother Sect and destroy the Leigong Old Mother Sect's entire family.

As for the Red Mansion Madwoman, they would naturally kill her if they encountered her, and if they didn't, they would have to reschedule a time to destroy her family.

There was no way, although Duan Shaoxia was full of energy, he only had one pair of hands and one pair of feet after all, his schedule was too full, and he couldn't arrange it for a while.

Boom!

With a thunderclap, it started to rain.

For Duan Yun, it was quite novel to have thunder and rain in winter.

But this also meant that they had arrived in Leizhou.

Leizhou has many thunderclouds, and there is a lot of thunder all year round, which is also the reason why the Leigong Old Mother Sect is stationed here.

Although they had multiple experiences of traveling, and with the old Jianghu like the Murong brothers, they still couldn't change the situation of being maliciously pointed the way and often detouring.

This wasn't it, in this thunderous and rainy day, there was no village in front and no store behind, and even the road was so small.

The Murong brothers' faces were blown crooked by the wind and rain, and he complained: "See, see, I said to believe the beautiful woman, but you insisted on believing the child, you took the wrong road."

Just now, the horse was frightened and ran too fast, and the carriage cover was cut off by a tree branch across the road, so Duan Yun also became a drowned rat.

"The child looked very educated, how did I know he was also pointing the wrong way, isn't it said in the Jianghu that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive people?" Duan Yun complained.

"What do you mean the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive people, I think you are biased against beautiful women! Others are so beautiful, and they wear so little, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are living Bodhisattvas, how could a living Bodhisattva deceive you? You deserve to be rained on!" The Murong brothers said angrily.

He, the Murong brothers, had one principle in traveling the Jianghu, those who didn't look good, their faces were born from their hearts, they were definitely not good people, and those who looked good were likely to be good people.

"Okay, let's find a place to hide from the rain first," Duan Yun said.

At this time, with a dong sound, holes appeared on this narrow mud road, and the ruts were stuck again.

Duan Yun got out of the carriage and lifted the ruts.

In the thunder and rain, the surroundings were white, and there was only weeds on both sides of the road.

And the holes on the road were very deep and not small, as if something had dug them out.

Because there were too many pits, and they were afraid that the horse would sprain its foot, so the road soon saw the Murong brothers pulling the cart like a horse, and Duan Yun carrying the horse on his shoulders.

The Murong brothers pulled the cart while complaining: "I, the Murong brothers, have been lazy for several years, and today I am actually working as a cow and horse here."

At this time, Duan Yun suddenly pointed upwards and said: "Look, is there a house there?"

The Murong brothers pulled the cart and looked over, and said in surprise: "It seems to be a temple."

"Go! Go!"

There is a saying in the Jianghu that it is better to spend the night in a deserted grave than in an ancient temple.

One is because, according to legend, abandoned ancient temples are places abandoned by gods and Buddhas, and not only will the gods no longer descend blessings, but they are more likely to become the paradise of demons and ghosts.

In many storybooks and idle books, there are often stories of scholars being eaten by demons and ghosts because they spend the night in ancient temples.

The second is that abandoned ancient temples are likely to be dens of unkind bandits, and ordinary people who enter them will accidentally enter a wolf pack.

Fortunately, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers are not ordinary people.

They are dignified young heroes!

How can young heroes be afraid of bandits!

It would be best if they could encounter some heinous bandits, so that they could kill them cleanly, act for the heavens, and pick up some ill-gotten wealth as travel expenses.

Yes, before entering this broken temple, they even expected to find some villains here.

Pity...

The dilapidated temple had been abandoned for a long time, and there was no one in it except for spiders of considerable size and cobwebs like Pansi Cave.

But anyway, it could barely shelter from the rain here.

Only the lower half of the Buddha statue remained in the temple, and it was covered with moss.

At this time, it was not yet night, but accompanied by the heavy rain and thunder, the sky and earth were dark.

The heavy rain in winter was even more annoying than in summer, and the clothes seemed to be frosting, becoming a lot harder.

I originally wanted to burn some firewood to bake clothes, but the rotten windows and wooden doors around were soaked, and they couldn't be lit at all, and when they were lit, there was more smoke than fire.

"Come on! Brother, your stake skill can be used," Duan Yun said.

The Murong brothers lay on the ground, and the true energy around their bodies turned.

For a time, his body became hot, and the wet clothes and pants emitted bursts of white smoke.

At a glance, he was like a dryer.

Since cultivating the "Jade Sword True Solution", the Murong brothers had been facing the sky for a while, and he finally gradually found the trick, knowing how to guide his root and abdomen fire to the surrounding area, so that the entire body could share this terrifying heat.

Now the Murong brothers were like a hot iron, bringing bursts of warmth.

Duan Yun also put his clothes and pants on him to dry.

"Take your underwear away!"

The Murong brothers threw Duan Yun's wet underwear away in disgust.

Duan Yun couldn't help but complain: "Stingy."

This was a side hall of the ancient temple, and its structure was relatively intact compared to the rest of the small temple.

However, a large tree's thick branches had pierced through the roof, so looking up, the temple's top resembled a network of giant pythons, appearing quite eerie in the dim weather.

The Murong brothers circulated their relatively fiery true energy, and even the horses seemed to sense it, quietly moving closer to warm themselves.

After a while, the Murong brothers' clothes and some of the less damp firewood had been dried.

Duan Yun began to make a fire to boil tea.

Honestly, having a place like this to shelter from the rain and drink tea was quite nice.

But suddenly, the Murong brothers, who had been lying there peacefully, darted up like geckos, almost bumping into Duan Yun's feet.

Duan Yun asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"There's a ghost!"

The Murong brothers stared at a certain spot on the roof.

A gust of wind blew, causing the flames to flicker, and the entire room became filled with uncertain light and shadows.