"It has been two and a half years since I joined the Sandaoshan Empress Temple. I have already learned how to read and write. The senior brother said that when the master returns the souls of the dead and returns to the mountain, he can officially introduce me to the practice of swallowing the moon and nourishing the soul. This is to become a night wandering god.

The way to get started.”

"The King of Yan rebelled, and the smoke spread everywhere. As the strongest person in the Songfu Yeyoushen lineage, the master had to go down the mountain to save the dead. Otherwise, the war is not yet settled, the evil disaster will happen again, and the people will be even more uneasy."

Zhang Yuanqing felt some pain in his shoulder, rubbed it, and initially judged that this was an essay, that is, a diary.

The contents of the diary are all the 'author's' experiences of practicing and living in the temple. According to the handwriting, this diary and the paper on the corpse in the main hall came from the same source.

Through words such as "Yanwang Rebellion", the timeline is the history of the Jingnan Campaign.

But he was not sure whether this temple really existed in history, because the content of the essay contained words such as "cultivation", "night wandering god", "tuna technique", "talisman" and other unclear and powerful words.

Zhang Yuanqing stretched his aching shoulders, glanced at the room vigilantly, listened to the movement outside, and continued reading the essay after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

Soon, he turned to the follow-up to the content of the main hall. The first few pages were torn out, and the follow-up content read:

"As the sun set and it finally got dark, I heard a knock on the door and hurriedly opened the door. The person standing outside the door was not Master, but the senior brother who disappeared last night."

"The senior brother who has been missing for a day and a night is back, but I don't feel any joy because he is already dead and what comes back is a corpse. His chest is dripping with blood, and his heart is dug out by someone."

"Elder brother stared at me directly and said: Don't believe Master."

These few paragraphs are written crookedly. You can imagine that the author of the essay was in a state of mind when he wrote this content.

When Zhang Yuanqing turned to the next page, he found that there was no follow-up to the note. The owner of the diary had never written a diary again.

"Hey...what do you mean, don't believe Master?"

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked by this reversal and felt chills in his heart.

Was it Miao Zhu who killed that senior brother? He was also the culprit for the disappearance of his disciples one after another? Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his shoulders, put the booklet back into the corpse's pocket, then picked up the bronze mirror and was about to leave.

But when he accidentally glanced at the bronze mirror from the corner of his eye, his body suddenly stiffened.

The moonlight was like water, projecting on the mirror. His appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror, and on his back, there was a person lying on his back.

The man's face was pale, his lips were deep purple, and he had a pair of white pupils. His head was resting on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, and his white pupils were staring at him deathly.

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Chapter completed!