My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 374 Death

The black one looks like a Taoist temple that can see through people's hearts.

The three characters "Pofeng Temple" on the plaque in front of the dilapidated Taoist temple made Liu Zhen feel so familiar, but it seemed so strange and terrifying in the Zhao family courtyard.

The headless statue of Emperor Wenchang in the temple is like a body that has been dead for many days and then forcibly resurrected.

A completely new and unknown existence took over this rotten body.

And conveyed His will to the world through those abominable sounds in the air.

He has noticed these ants on the ground.

Liu Zhen's heart sank.

From time to time, the call of "Liu Zhen" came from near and far away -

It has undoubtedly been proven that he has been targeted.

Liu Zhen looked at the different expressions of the people around him and probably had a guess in his mind.

The face of Mr. Zhao next to him also became extremely ugly along with Liu Zhen.

He and Liu Zhen looked at each other, and they instantly understood that the other had also heard the call of the phantom of the ruined temple that suddenly appeared in front of them.

"It seems to be just a phantom——"

The sound of a bow string bursting out sounded next to his ears, followed by two small arrows that were pulled up along the tower stone and shot into the mist, and were firmly nailed to the earth wall in front of them.

Ta Shi let out a light sigh when he saw this and said.

"Don't act rashly——"

Liu Zhen glanced at the young man next to him who was a bit too aggressive.

Said.

Although he most likely does not know the true identity of the future "Qing Xianzu", if Zhu Houcong sees him, he will definitely take a good look at this "man with destiny".

Then he would choose a noble daughter of the Zhu family from the clan to marry him as his wife, and see if she could give birth to his beloved General Longhu like in the original history.

Moreover, Zhu Houcong has always been interested in the relationship between the Qing court and Shui De.

"Did you hear anything?"

Liu Zhen asked after stopping Ta Shi.

"No?"

The young man named Ta Shi looked confused when he heard the Ming court censor's inquiry.

And falling in Liu Zhen's eyes naturally made him feel a little heavier.

Is this Pofeng Temple that suddenly appeared in the mist really directed at the few people who worshiped Emperor Wenchang here with me back then?

But before Liu Zhen could ask Mr. Zhao where the other people who had visited the strange statue together were now.

A burst of frightened shouts suddenly came from near the mourning hall and the back house, mixed with the miserable cry of a woman.

The face of Mr. Zhao next to Liu Zhen became even paler.

"No! Something happened to Yun Niang and the others!"

Young Master Zhao looked anxious, and he couldn't care less about the strange appearance of the mist in front of him at the moment.

He urged the Jurchen warriors beside him who had just hastily recruited several guards to protect him.

He took off the house-holding sword handed down from the ancestors of the Zhao family from behind and handed it to the one-eyed warrior.

"Go to the mourning hall and protect the old mistress!"

Hearing this, the Jurchen warrior in front of him pulled out half of this ancient sacrificial sword.

Along with the cold light, a burst of evil energy hit his face.

It was obvious that the long sword in his hand was once a first-class murder weapon, and seeing that its blade was in such good condition, it was obviously not for use in battle formations.

Instead, it was a spiritual sword that was specially sacrificed and used to protect the house and family.

The Jurchen warrior drew out his long sword, held it tightly in his hand, and nodded heavily to Mr. Zhao.

He immediately led the guards behind him and ran towards the mourning hall.

At this time, Young Master Zhao turned around, smiled bitterly at Liu Zhen, took out a folding fan from his sleeve, and said.

"I'm afraid something might have happened over there, please help Brother Liu to come with me -"

"As an official of the imperial court, this is my duty!" Liu Zhen clasped his fists and said solemnly.

Just like most Confucian disciples.

Liu Zhen didn't have any Taoist skills.

However, apart from the techniques of self-cultivation and cultivation, Confucianism and Taoism do not have a large number of common techniques that are common under the same belief system like Buddhism and Taoism.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Confucianism appears to be more tolerant in this world, and it can unite a more powerful force than Buddhism and Taoism.

Confucianism has a great art of righteousness, which is obtained by cultivating oneself.

Although it is not as powerful as the Buddhist method, it is better than being controlled by ghosts and gods, and it can assist in practicing various other secret techniques without any side effects.

For example, the original Taoist method of worshiping heaven and earth and pleasing ghosts and gods.

Or it may be that primitive witchcraft imitates the way of nature and uses the method of healing and saving lives.

Several people walked out, and the black Taoist temple in the mist in front of them had no intention of attacking them during this period.

However, out of caution, several people carefully bypassed the illusory building in front of them during the passage.

Although the Zhao family is just a local rich man in Niumao Town.

But because three generations in a row have been elected.

After generations of accumulation, the houses built by the family were not inferior to those that Liu Zhen had seen in the capital.

Of course, according to Liu Zhen's observation, the Zhao family's mansion seemed to be built after the mansion of a certain Duke named Guo in the capital.

The three of them passed through the mourning hall, and the sound of gold and iron clashing with weapons could be heard in the mourning hall.

Ta Shi glanced hastily out of the corner of his eye, but what he saw made him shudder.

I saw the firelight swaying in the mist in the mourning hall, casting the shadows of the people in the mourning hall on the snow-white walls.

I saw a headless monster rising up from the coffin, with its arms above the knees, picking off people's heads like a wine glass.

Accompanied by screams and panic, the thing placed the removed head on its own head.

Then he raised his head and drank the scarlet liquid gushing out from his neck, like drinking the most delicious nectar in the world.

The Jurchen warrior who had just been repelled roared angrily when he saw this, and raised his sword again, and the two sides fought together again.

"That's it-"

Listening to the words of Mr. Zhao, Ta Shi, who was frightened by the scene just now and was in a trance, was about to push the door open.

But was stopped by Liu Zhen.

Liu Zhen looked at the angry young man in front of him with a look of shock.

Good guy, how did you survive in the northern jungle where the demons were raging?

In order to facilitate taking over the family affairs as soon as possible, Prince Zhao's study room is connected with the guest room.

There is only a horse trail leading to the nursing home.

At this time, there was a strong smell of blood blowing from the competition ground along the horse track.

Mr. Zhao looked at the study room, which was only one door away, as if he had thought of something. His eyes were fixed on the guest rooms next door where the Pure Land monks were staying, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

Obviously, the unusual movement reported by the loyal Jurchen warrior made him even more wary of the current state of the monks of Jintai Temple who did not make any move even though there were bursts of such tragic sounds outside.

However, before he could think of any proper response strategy.

There was a sound of things falling to the ground and colliding with each other from the nearby guest room.

"not good!"

Mr. Zhao turned around and rushed into the study.

Ta Shi nervously opened his bow and arrow, aiming at the concierges in front who were making strange noises.

And for a moment, feeling a warm warmth pouring on his back, Ta Shi looked back with a little doubt.

I saw behind me that Mr. Zhao, who had just stepped into the study, was pierced through the chest by a long arm.

Blood sprayed out from it and splashed on the faces of Liu Zhen and Ta Shi.

(End of this chapter)