Tiger demon?!
Li Yan’s pupils constricted, a hint of murderous intent rising amid his horror.
In the heart of the dicine King Ancient Temple, under the foot of Zhongnan Holy Land, a demon dared to occupy the divine seat and steal the incense offered by the people.
It was a total inversion of the Divine Astral!
Buzz~
As if provoked by his murderous intent, the Three Talents Demon Suppression Coin suddenly activated, swaying with the wind and spilling cold murderous aura.
Inside the Divine Temple, it was already enveloped by Divine Astral.
Using a Magic Artifact in such a place—if it were for worshipping gods and clarified in advance, there would be no conflict, and one might even receive a blessing.
Just like previously at the Li Family Castle’s Land God Temple.
But if one acts recklessly, they would definitely face rejection, let alone targeting the Divine Statue with murderous intent.
In an instant, the illusion before Li Yan’s eyes disappeared.
Not only that, but he also seed to hear a tiger’s roar by his ear, shaking his Divine Soul as if his head had been smashed by a hamr, darkening his vision, making him dizzy and unstable.
"Move quickly!"
An anxious voice sounded in his ears.
Li Yan heard it clearly; it was none other than Wang Daoxuan.
Struggling against his discomfort, with Wang’s support, they hastily left the dicine King Temple.
Along the way, pilgrims cast sidelong glances.
Wang Daoxuan couldn’t bother to respond, supporting Li Yan off the mountain path to a secluded, deserted place before he finally took a breath of relief and exclaid in surprise, "Could it be you’ve encountered evil spirits, daring to attack the dicine King?"
By this ti, Li Yan had also regained his composure and, after feeling around, found his Storing God undamaged; rely shocked by the roar of the tiger, there was no need for the Daluo Dharma Body to recover.
"I indeed encountered sothing evil."
Li Yan’s complexion was awful as he narrated what he saw.
"This... impossible!"
Wang Daoxuan inhaled sharply, disbelievingly saying, "It’s not that I don’t believe you, but this is too bizarre."
"Ghost spirits possessing a Divine Statue is not uncommon; I have encountered it myself."
"But that’s usually because the common people don’t understand, rashly inviting a deity or Buddha statue ho to worship, extrely devout, yet unaware that the statue must undergo a consecration process to gather the proper Divine Astral and offer protection. Random worship instead attracts malignant spirits."
"This is Zhongnan Mountain, the dicine King Temple has been rebuilt countless tis over a thousand years, always presided over by masters from the Mystical Sect, how could such a thing occur?"
Li Yan stated somberly, "I saw it with my own eyes, I am not mistaken."
Wang Daoxuan, knowing that he could communicate with God, pondered for a mont and then said, "Didn’t you seek the help of the Mountain God at the Chaotic Burial Mound?"
"The temple god rely issued a warning without harming anyone; perhaps... there is more to this than ets the eye."
"Forget it, let it be."
Li Yan thought for a mont and shook his head, "I haven’t even resolved human affairs; how can I have ti to deal with matters of spirits and gods..."
Before he could finish, another vision appeared before his eyes.
It was still the stone altar, the fierce tiger in a Daoist robe, with glaring eyes and a white brow, exuding a fierce aura.
Li Yan was startled at first, but then he quickly cald down.
At this mont, since they had left the incense range of the dicine King Temple, even if the other party had malicious intent, they still had ti to prepare.
Looking more carefully, he indeed noticed sothing unusual.
The tiger appeared quite old, even growing a human-like white mustache, with fierce tiger eyes but a calm and just gaze.
In its hand, it held a copper ring.
What exactly was this creature, could it truly harbor no ill intentions...
While Li Yan pondered this, he saw the tiger Daoist slowly raise its paw, and the vision in front of him dissipated like mist, then gathered again, transforming into a different scene.
It was a ravine, lush with trees, a Daoist lay in the grass, wounded on the right side of his abdon, eyes tightly shut, life and death unknown...
After the vision vanished, Li Yan was sowhat speechless and recounted what he saw to Wang Daoxuan.
"This is asking you to save soone."
Wang Daoxuan gave a wry smile, "Although the cause is unknown, it must be a beneficial god, and besides, saving a life also counts as accumulating rit."
Li Yan shook his head. "The problem is that I don’t know the location."
Wang Daoxuan pondered and said, "It shouldn’t be too far, and if I’m not mistaken, it should be this Daoist of the dicine King Temple."
"You rest here; I’ll go and inquire."
With that, he hurriedly left for the temple.
Li Yan shook his head slightly, not surprised.
Wang Daoxuan had always behaved this way, sincere in dealing with others, warm-hearted, holding himself to high moral standards, to do and not to do certain things, which was why they beca friends.
Living two lives, Li Yan had seen through many things.
Sha Lifei loved to take advantage, his nature subtly laced with hostility. If it were just the two of them, they might be fighting with soone right now or even be wanted by the governnt.
Soon, Wang Daoxuan ca out of the temple, followed by two Daoist boys, both looking anxious.
"It’s the temple priest."
Wang Daoxuan spoke, "According to them, the temple priest went up the mountain to gather herbs and hasn’t returned for two days."
One of the Daoist boys urgently said, "These two days, there were many patients seeking dical aid; the master said he went to White Mist Gorge to gather herbs, with Brother Lin accompanying him, we thought..."
Li Yan waved his hand, "Don’t delay, explain as we go."
Since they had decided to rescue, they needed to see it through; the Daoist in the vision was in bad shape, if they were too late, the person might die.
On the way, the two Daoist boys hurried, explaining the situation.
It turned out that the dicine King Temple was also a lineage of Daoist Doctors from the Mystical Sect, though few in number, it had enjoyed a thousand years of continuous incense.
The temple priest, nad Chenyuan, besides managing the temple and cultivating, also gathered herbs to treat diseases for the nearby villagers, often not charging any fees, and his dical skills were exquisite.
The incense of the dicine King Temple was also flourishing because of this lineage.
Recently during the temple fair, a significant amount of dicinal materials were consud; usually, gathering herbs was done by the Daoist boys, but Chenyuan ntioned that two herbs were hard to find, which was why he personally went up the mountain.
Chenyuan usually took a few days to return from the mountain, and this ti he even had a lay disciple with him, but they hadn’t expected real trouble to occur.
Li Yan and Wang Daoxuan looked at each other, both understanding.
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