r18novel Chapter 1764 Another Ghost Gate
Chapter 1764 Another Ghost Gate
Lin Rong also noticed the eerie darkness inside the ancestral temple.
"Master Weng, the Prince and Princess..."
“They will be fine, but,” Weng Songzhi looked at Lin Rong, “now Lord Lin needs to lead men to guard the gate. From now on, no one is allowed to enter or leave.”
The ancestral temple has now achieved a balance.
He had to hurry inside; he needed to help.
Lin Rong nodded solemnly.
"Master Weng, please rest assured, I will definitely guard it well."
It just so happens that he had previously obtained several protective talismans from Lu Zhaoling, and each of the subordinates he brought today received one.
They all felt very confident because they had amulets on them.
Not only him, but none of his men were afraid. They were all holding their knives and standing guard with imposing airs.
It looks exceptionally believable.
Weng Songzhi nodded, then looked at the green pines and cypresses, "You two stay here and keep watch."
"Yes!"
The green pines and cypresses drew their swords.
A golden light suddenly flashed across the sword.
This immediately drew the attention of Lin Rong and the others.
Why are these two swords glowing?
As if casually remarking, Qingsong and Qingbai said, "Our swords were tempered with talismanic fire by the Queen."
In other words, within the next few hours, their swords will be able to directly slay demons and monsters.
They are invincible!
The two spoke as if nothing had happened.
However, Lin Rong and the officials inexplicably sensed something about the two of them—
To add flavor.
It's infuriating, it's really infuriating.
The pine and cypress trees stood motionless, sword in hand. But one sentence flashed through their minds—
They don't even consider their relationship with the princess.
Three years ago, the princess personally selected them—a group of six with tough lives—to help deal with the shady dealings of the Qingfu Marquis's family.
They were extraordinary from the start!
Putting everything else aside, the most important point is—
They're tough.
Lin Rong looked at the swords in their hands and didn't want to admit that he was actually quite envious of them.
Knowing that Lu Zhaoling had helped them deal with the two swords, Weng Songzhi felt a little more at ease and turned to enter the ancestral temple.
"Qingyu, close the door."
Qingyu stepped forward and closed the ancestral temple gate.
The door was heavy, and as he slowly closed it, Lin Rong and the others watching from outside felt as if they had been separated into two different worlds.
"Sir, what exactly happened inside?" an officer whispered to Lin Rong.
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask," Lin Rong said in a deep voice.
"Yes."
They all took a step back, looking at the green pines and cypresses guarding the gate.
They were no longer worried; looking at the sword in Qingsong and Qingbai's hands, they felt a great sense of security.
If anything does appear later, those two swords should be able to cut it down, right?
So those outside are probably not in much danger, but those inside the ancestral temple, we don't know what's going on.
But then the officials remembered that Lu Zhaoling was inside, and their hearts were at ease.
Lin Rong's men knew all too well what the princess was capable of.
When Weng Songzhi entered the ancestral temple, he saw that the monks in the temple were sitting cross-legged outside the hall, chanting sutras with their hands clasped together.
The scripture was spoken in a low voice, yet it still possessed a sense of power.
When Weng Songzhi saw that a thin layer of light began to emanate from them, he felt relieved.
Putting everything else aside, these monks are at least able to protect themselves; they are currently bathed in the light of Buddha.
Since the thing in the shadows isn't targeting them, they should be fine.
He searched for Yin Changxing and the others in the dim light.
If it weren't for his Heavenly Eye of the Netherworld, he probably wouldn't have been able to see it. But now that Weng Songzhi has his Heavenly Eye of the Netherworld working, he can see their location.
For example, the human figure there, radiating golden light, must be the Prince of Jin.
Huh?
Weng Songzhi was suddenly taken aback, because he saw that the smaller human figure next to the Prince of Jin was also shrouded in a layer of golden light.
However, this layer of golden light is slightly different from Zhou Shiyue's. Zhou Shiyue's golden light is a pure gold, bright and dazzling.
However, the other layer of golden light is soft, with a hint of pink.
Is this Xiao Ling'er?
Weng Songzhi was surprised because he had never seen golden light on Lu Zhaoling before. How come he saw it this time?
Could it be because she married the Prince of Jin that she even received his golden light and merit?
However, Weng Songzhi quickly dismissed this possibility.
This golden light can be extracted and used as spiritual energy, but the radiance itself cannot be transferred. Besides, the two types of golden light are clearly different now.
He turned his head again and looked down at the tree.
There, the young monk Jiechi also had a faint glow on his body, like the light of the rising sun.
Abstaining from food is inherently a way to gather spiritual energy and exorcise evil spirits, which Weng Songzhi found unsurprising.
Soon, he saw another cloud of black mist, extremely black.
That is......
"Be careful, Uncle-Master."
The black mist swept over, and Yin Yunting's voice rang out.
Immediately afterwards, Weng Songzhi was pulled away by a force. The next second, a hand suddenly emerged from the ground where he had just been standing, its claws slashing out.
They just missed their target.
However, if Yin Yunting hadn't pulled Weng Songzhi away in time, that claw would now be grabbing his ankle.
The next second, the claws that had grabbed at nothing suddenly retracted, and there was nothing left on the ground again.
But after this incident, the surrounding cold intensified.
It's cold.
The biting cold.
The second prince stood beside the emperor, hugging himself tightly and trembling.
Just a moment ago, he saw something on the ground seem to be sticking out and retracting.
Each time, the temperature drops.
He couldn't see what it was, but he knew something was very wrong.
The ground of the ancestral temple was flat and bare, even the fallen leaves had been swept clean by the monks, so how could something suddenly break out of the ground?
So, what it was is pretty self-evident—
He couldn't see clearly, but he felt even more terrified.
"Father, Father Emperor..."
The second prince wanted to ask, "Can't we go into the palace?"
What are you doing standing here?
Why are they guarding the gate when the Crown Prince is hiding inside the palace?
"Shut up," the Emperor snapped.
He sounded calm and composed, but no one knew that the emperor's legs were trembling.
He was trembling so badly he looked like he was about to kneel down.
He gripped the door frame with one hand, trying his best to steady himself.
He can't actually sit down; he won't even be able to stand properly, or his face will fall to the ground.
What about Zhou Shiyue?
The Emperor had been trying to find Zhou Shiyue and Lu Zhaoling, but he couldn't see them.
At this moment, he remembered Lu Zhaoling's identity. Wasn't she the successor of the First Xuanmen Sect? She should be by his side to protect him.
The emperor stared wide-eyed as he searched, and then he saw a door-shaped black mist suddenly emanating from a spot ahead.
That deep blackness was still visible even in this dim light.
It was a thick, dark mass that seemed to want to devour people.
He opened his mouth, wanting to tell others, but he couldn't utter a single word.