There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 457: It has been more than a hundred years since the end of the Qing Dynasty

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In this bustling crowd,

At first, Fang Zheng thought he had misheard, but when he turned his head and looked around, he finally raised his hand to point to the tip of his nose.

"Me?"

At this time, Fang Zheng finally confirmed that there was a middle-aged Taoist priest in the Taoist temple beside him, and he was indeed calling him nervously.

The other party is an ordinary Taoist priest who is more than 30 years old. He is a bit thin and skinny, and his cheeks give people a feeling of fleshlessness.

And the street where he is at the moment is full of Taoist temples, Buddhist temples, and gods on both sides. Various shrines and temples stand tall, some are tall, some are majestic, and there are three thousand avenues, all of which are here.

At this time, in a Taoist temple next to Fang Zheng, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest, and Fang Zheng waved his hand nervously to signal Fang Zheng to enter the Taoist temple.

But Fang Zheng clearly didn't know each other.

The people who can exist here are the people who fell in the blessed land.

Could it be that it is because of the Dao-robes on your body that the other party knows the Dao-robes on your body? Fang showed surprise on the front.

He wanted to return to his mind, but Fang Zheng still asked calmly: "Do you know me?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head and motioned for Fang Zheng to come first. Fang Zheng groaned on the spot, and then walked to the door of the Taoist Temple.

Lingshan Taoist Temple.

Quick plaques are hung on the Taoist temple.

When Fang Zheng was standing at the door, the middle-aged Taoist said with a nervous look on his face: "This junior, although you and I do not know each other, since you and I are both Taoists, they come from the Sanqing Sages. Next, I can’t sit and watch you die."

Fang Zheng suddenly felt that this was the famous Taoist priest, who was wearing a Taoist robe, and mistakenly treated him as a fellow.

Others are fellow villagers who meet fellow villagers, with tears in their eyes.

Usually appeared in the news and was beaten to tears.

And Fang is the same door meets the same door. As for whether his eyes are in tears, I still don’t know...

Fang Zheng calmly asked: "Send to death? Can Dao brother tell me in detail?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest lowered his voice, as if he was deliberately avoiding being heard by the bustling crowd on the street. While lowering his voice, he concealedly raised his finger to the sky: "Junior brother didn’t notice, the sky is getting darker and darker. Already?"

"Don’t look at these people in the daytime. These people are very normal. They are kind and kind to others. But at night, there is no way to tell whether it is a human heart or a ghost. The night is the time of real horror. ."

Fang Zheng raised his brow.

Hehe, kind face, kindness to others? Why didn't I see it.

Can noodles, kindness, kindness, eat people on the street?

Other people are still indifferent, with an expression they take for granted?

However, Fang Zheng looked up at the sky, isn't it just getting dark soon.

Fang Zheng thought of what he had inquired about with goats outside the blessed land, about some taboos in the blessed land, he thought about it in place, and then agreed to the invitation of the middle-aged Taoist priest and walked into this spiritual mountain Taoist temple.

I plan to take refuge in Lingshan Taoist Temple for one night.

At this time, Fang Zheng also learned that because of too long time, the middle-aged Taoist priest had forgotten his name, so Fang Zheng could only call him Daochang Feng or senior brother.

Feng Daochang? Is it crazy?

After entering the Taoist temple, Fang Zheng found that the Taoist temple covers a fairly large area, complete with all internal organs, including the gate courtyard, the release pond, the ancestor hall, the left hall, the right hall, and the back hall.

The resting place is in the apse.

When he came to a stone pavilion in the apse, Feng Daochang graciously brought a few plates of fruit, food, and tea to Fangzheng, and Fangzheng was so warm and welcome. However, Fang Zheng didn’t dare to eat indiscriminately. Who knows if these things are caused by rocks, cockroaches and mice, maybe that cup of steaming fragrant tea or a cup of fresh horse urine......

No way, I can't think about it anymore.

Think about it again, and my stomach is twitching again.

Fang Zheng made a gesture of holding the teacup, and then put it down again, looking like he had suddenly thought of something, and then asked Daochang Feng: "Brother Dao, do you have to take care of such a big Taoist temple? Right?"

The acting is so natural.

Sitting down at this time, Feng Daochang, who took a sip of hot tea, smiled and answered: "When the younger brother is like me and has countless hours, you won’t feel that all this is incredible. Maybe the younger brother will be better than me. Even more boring, practice, practice is useless, out of blessing, hopeless, doing nothing all day, always looking for something to do."

"The bricks and tiles here are all built day after day, slowly repaired, built and collapsed, collapsed and rebuilt, just like this cycle day after day."

When it came to this, Feng Daochang thought that his words were wrong, and he quickly apologized to Fang Zheng: "Junior, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mean to curse you for death. Although everyone who enters the blessed land always thinks that he is the luckiest one. That person always thinks that he will only kill others, but not himself."

The corners of Fang Zheng's mouth twitched, so don't explain.

The more you explain this, the more it makes me feel flustered.

"I don't know how long has my brother been trapped here?" Fang Zheng quickly changed the subject.

"How long?" Feng Daochang looked back in memory.

"The last time Blessed Land swallowed a person, it was said that the Qing Dynasty had been destroyed for more than a hundred years."

Uh.

Fang Zheng snorted, and then calculated the time before and after. The cheap brother in front of him was probably trapped in the blessed land before the Qing Dynasty was destroyed.

It's one or two hundred years to say less.

At this age, he can be his grandfather's grandfather...

Thinking about it this way, Feng Daochang called to him, his junior, that he took advantage of him.

"Brother Dao, I can ask, why do those people outside think that eating people can get out of trouble?" Fang Zheng deliberated for a while and asked carefully.

Feng Daochang sneered: "Those are all madmen, so why bother with the madness of the madmen?"

"I think the younger brother is hesitant to speak, is it because the younger brother wants to ask me, have you eaten those who have been swallowed by the blessed land?"

Fang Zheng admitted frankly: "Junior brother I did have this idea, not deliberately trying to figure out Dao brother."

Feng Daochang smiled freely and easily: "It's okay, you and I are from the same family, and we are so different from each other."

"I can answer Junior Brother openly and honestly. I have never been with the lunatics outside, and I have eaten the "wild ginseng" in the mouth of those lunatics."

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

This one doesn't seem to be tortured crazy by time.

Afterwards, Feng Daochang and Fang Zheng began to discuss each other's world and changes.

Fang Rucheng told Feng Daochang that the Qing Dynasty had indeed been perished for a hundred years.

Fang Zheng also learned many secrets about the city in front of him from Feng Daochang's mouth.

It's like saying that this city is filled with night tour envoys and gods that have fallen in the past.

As for the strong one who is on top of the night tour operator, he is not in the city.

Those people are all people with great supernatural powers, and they all went deeper, looking for a way to get out of trouble.