Seeking Temple: Volume 1

By Shang GuanMing

Wanli Fang family's son is born with a chronic disease. In order to find the legendary children's temple and the god baby, he had a lot of ups and downs on his way. He also met a series of strange things, deadly stone forest, revived ancient god killer, Taibai food, ghost land corpse, blood color solitary Eagle Ridge, King's tomb In this series of appalling adventures, Fang Zishu, a young man, changes his life and hands to the stars.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: Jan 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647961084

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FLOWER

CHAPTER 1 - JUVENILE LINE

During the Ming Dynasty, the Ming God Sect carried out a series of reforms under the command of the Ming Dynasty. In just a few years, the Ming Dynasty was in the middle of a new era, known as the middle of a new era.

During this period, a group of reform teams led by Zhang Ju-zheng had come to the area of Yungui in order to publicize the country's might and implement the reform policy. It was worth mentioning that these people had all disappeared into a place called Hunchback Region, located in the depths of Yunnan.

The country had once sent a professional scout team to search, but they still didn't find anything. Only on the edge of the mountain in front of the Hunchback Peak, they found a naked child and brought him back to the capital.

Strangely, after this child saw the Divine Ming Sect, he actually opened his mouth to speak, claiming that he was the reincarnation of a master from the Dao, and was specifically here to help the Divine Sect raise their prestige.

However, the Divine Sect treated this child as an outsider. They left him on the Yellow River and allowed him to roam downstream. In the end, he was nowhere to be found.

Later on, they heard that someone saw a child sitting on top of a huge wave, laughing as he spoke. Those who saw this scene did not have to wait long before they could make a comeback. Some were happy to have a son, while others were rich.

As a result, at that time, there was a huge wave of people searching for him. Upon hearing this, the Divine Sect members felt hatred in their hearts, but they didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary. Thus, they built a small temple by the Yellow River. The Black Tortoise suppressed their spirits and passed away.

Afterwards, the temple was repeatedly built by someone, and they followed the branches all the way down. In the end, no one knew where the temple was built.

Several hundred years later, in June 2007, the two youngsters found out about the arrival of the baby god from who knows where. They turned around and headed straight for the last temple in the records.

On the path between the foothills, two youths were walking. They carried travel packs that didn't match their height, making them look like experienced mountain climbers.

One of the youths had red lips, white teeth, and an extremely straight face. To put it in ancient terms, this was the appearance of a noble family, and if nothing unexpected happened, his life would definitely be a life of wealth and honor. However, a small wisp of white hair could be seen above his head. It seemed to have a huge conflict with his face, which was usually called Spirit Scattering. Desire: There's something wrong with your head.

The other was of the average appearance, the type that couldn't be found even if you threw it in a pile of people. The weather was hot outside, and the mountains were dull. This person, however, was dressed in black and had a gold ring around his neck. Even though it was covered up like this, it was still unable to conceal the strong earthy smell on his body. Occasionally, his skin would be accidentally exposed, but it would also reveal a hint of paleness.

Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, the sun gradually set toward the west mountain. If they didn't find a place to rest, the two of them would have to set up their tents in the wilderness.

Look, Zi Shu, there's a house there!

There were two roads here. The cop pointed to the end of the road to the west.

As far as the eye could see, there was a wooden building at the foot of Sunset Mountain, which was a very common building in this area. Seeing this building, the two of them were very excited.

When the sun went down, the two of them finally arrived at the front of the wooden building.

When he saw this building, the police officer seemed very excited and was about to say something to Fang Zhoushu. However, he realized that Fang Zishu was not paying attention to him at all. He was still standing there, staring at the wooden building less than 100 meters away from the two of them with a serious expression.

What's wrong, Zishu?

It was very rare for him to see Fang Zishu in such a state. Once he displayed such a state, he would definitely encounter a very thorny problem. The cop could not help but become nervous.

This building … Fang Zishu's brows furrowed as he carefully recalled the words of his elder a long time ago.

What's wrong with this building? The officer also looked at the building. Other than the fact that there were no lights and no signs of human habitation, there was nothing extraordinary about it. The two of them had slept in the run-down temple during their travels, so how could they let this shabby building escape?

As long as you build a building, you must escape from the north and face south. This building is shaded, facing the west, yet the door faces north. This is completely against common sense, so this is the same.

In the middle of the mountain, after dusk, mosquitoes and bugs filled the air. However, near the building, within a circumference of twenty meters, not a single living thing could be seen. There were no weeds at all. One must know that this mountain is rather obscure, and grass is the right path.

This tower faces west, and there are 100,000 mountains to the west. If a person were to live in this building for one day, he would definitely suffer from yin disease. Three more days, and he might even die suddenly. Seeing that there are no lights in the building, it doesn't look like there are people living here. I'm afraid that this place is …

What is this place? Don't talk to me in such a way that it will keep me in suspense.

I'm afraid this is a penthouse.

CHAPTER 2 - VULVA

Just as Fang Zishu finished speaking, the eyes of the note next to him lit up, and the previously dispirited expression on his face disappeared, as if he had regained all of his spirit.

Yin Residence?

Fang Zishu turned his head to look at him, and in that instant, he saw what was going on in the man's mind. Black lines immediately covered his forehead.

I'm telling you, you already have enough karma on your body. If you continue to break the rules, even if I stay by your side, I'm not sure what will happen to you. You have to know, the Heavenly Dao is clear …

Alright, alright, Zi Shu, what else can happen to me with you by my side? Besides, aren't we going to the Yellow River to find that God? As long as I can see it, I will transport it away, like you said.

The note stared at the attic in front of it with glowing eyes. From time to time, it would glance at the book beside it and tighten the golden circle around its neck.

Besides, with this thing sealing my karma, what's there to be afraid of?

Although you said that, but … With his personality, if he were to encounter such a place in vain, how could he not enter? However, he did not know if he could actually find the God Child during this trip, and if he allowed the Banner to continue to mess with him, he would encounter karma on his body, and the consequences would be …

There are no buts. You have your Tao technique and I have my skills. The two of us are connected, so we can go to the Yin Residence. There's nothing to be afraid of. Let's go.

As he finished speaking, he pulled Fang Zishu's hand and walked towards the building.

The two of them stopped three meters away from the tower, right in front of them was the northern building's door. From the looks of it, it seemed like no one had touched the door for many years.

Look, Zi Shu, the door is open. There is a path leading to the north gate facing the sky, respectfully welcoming the people in the sky. We are heaven's people, so why should we be afraid of those evil spirits?

The cop pointed at the north gate with an imposing manner, as if he was pointing fingers at mountains and rivers. It was truly an extremely arrogant act. In fact, he was feeling rather uneasy. This door? Why does it look so evil? "

Being pointed at by the note, Fang Zishu also looked towards the door. Although this door did not seem to be dangerous, Fang Zishu still felt a lingering fear; he did not know where it came from. In his heart, these places were taboo places, and strangers were not allowed to step foot inside.

However, from the point of view of the police, any haunted houses would have precious treasures on their side, as long as they could be exchanged for money.

Sir, why don't we …

Before Fang Zishu could finish his words, the note grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the door.

Hey hey hey hey, slow down, I …

The closer he got to the door, the more intense the feeling of unease Fang Zishu felt. His brows were so tightly knitted that cold sweat unconsciously flowed down his forehead.

He had been pampered since he was young. Although he talked about these things with a sense of truth, he had never had any contact with anyone. This was the difference between him and a police officer.

The police had been poor ever since they were young. In order to make a living, they had worked to dig graves. They had seen all sorts of things, not to mention a mere abode.

Creak.

The ancient wooden door, after going through countless years of trials and tribulations, was finally pushed open at this moment.

An aura of desolation and corruption exuded from the pavilion and rushed towards the two of them. There was also an unknown smell mixed in with it. He did not know what it was.

A beam of light shone into the room from the door, illuminating the interior of the building. The two of them were the first to clearly see what was inside.

There were three chairs and a counter. There was nothing else in the room. There was a staircase leading up to the northwest corner. It was unknown what was going on above.

Is this a small inn?

The policeman's tone was uncertain. This did not seem to be the Yin Residence that he had imagined. However, he could only scratch his head and observe it.

On the other hand, Fang Zishu's face had turned pale the moment he stepped into the hotel. The light from the flashlight shone on his face, making him look completely devoid of face.

What's wrong with you, Child?

The officer standing next to him immediately noticed the abnormality of the recipe and hurriedly asked. Compared to Fang Zishu, his demeanor was more normal.

Soul Suppressing Talisman!

He raised his hand and pointed to a piece of paper on the floor in the middle of the hotel. It seemed to contain a piece of paper, but it had been covered by dust for a long time. It was only when the light from the flashlight passed by that the book noticed it.

What is this Soul Suppressing Talisman? It seems to be very powerful. The police often did not understand these nouns that came out of Fang Zishu's mouth. After all, he was still considered to be half-baked.

The so-called Soul Suppressing Talisman. A talisman used by major powers to seal inauspicious items. It often appears in the underworld, ancient tombs, murder scenes, or even the side of burial pits. I've seen this before in the books. To be honest, the Soul Suppressing Talisman is only in the legends. I don't know if that's true or not.

Fang Zishu's face darkened. His thoughts had come true. The Soul Suppressing Talisman had already appeared. This was definitely not a good place, so he decided to leave as soon as possible.

Sir, you …

Just as he was about to say something, he found that the police had already entered the hotel. They were standing on a wooden board that had been worn out for who knows how many years, making creaking sounds.

The note squatted down next to the Soul Suppressing Talisman and shone its light on it. After carefully observing it, it completely forgot about the reminder from the book.

An ominous object? A baneful creature? Sigh, Zishu, tell me, where the Soul Suppressing Talisman is located, would there be any treasure? I have heard that all vicious creatures will be born with sacrificial artifacts. This sort of thing is worth quite a bit in the market. I only know of a boss who specializes in taking this sort of thing."

As expected! Fang Zishu was helpless as he held his forehead with one hand. After hearing these words, he could already guess the purpose of the note. Indeed, dogs still couldn't stop themselves from eating shit. Sooner or later, he would suffer a loss for this sort of shitty behavior.

I don't know if there are any treasures, but this place is definitely not a good place. If you want to stay here, then stay. I'm going to set up a tent outside anyway.

Fang Zishu was a very cautious person. There was a saying, the more one knew, the less afraid one would be, just like this. Fang Zishu knew a lot about the talismans, and one of them was the one that caused people to be most afraid.

That was, those vicious spirits that were suppressed by the Soul Suppressing Talisman wouldn't die even after a thousand years. They transformed into Yin and entered the spiritual world, passing through people on their own. Once the vicious spirit appeared, there would be a living person to take its life for it.

Sizzle …

The sound of paper being torn apart came from behind him.

CHAPTER 3 - THE TALISMAN WAS DESTROYED

In the middle of the inn, the young man was squatting down with a look of astonishment on his face. In his hand was a small talisman, which had been in his hand for many years as well as the talisman in his hand.

Under the light of the flashlight, the talisman appeared even more yellow and glistening. The hazy light passed through the talisman, causing the originally bright white light to dim. The word Soul Suppressing Talisman was printed on the floor.

Eh? Child's Book? "

The cop didn't know what to do. He looked up at the book in front of the door, wanting to see his suggestion.

Fang Zishu turned his head with difficulty, staring at the symbol on the ground, cold sweat starting to seep out of his forehead. What he was most worried about had still happened, and this scumbag had finally gotten him into trouble.

Run! What are you waiting for? "

Seeing the note still squatting there, Fang Zishu wished he could ruthlessly smash his backpack on this shameless bastard's face. He wanted to see if he would dare to cause trouble again.

Oh, oh, oh.

The note looked at Fang Zishu's face and knew that he had caused a disaster. Without saying anything more, it stood up and ran towards Fang Zishu. However, it forgot to throw the half of the Soul Suppressing Talisman in its hand, as it was still holding it tightly in its hand.

Fortunately, Fang Zishu wasn't too far away from the door, and when he saw that the waiter had stood up, he immediately took the lead to leap out of the room.

Eh?

Seeing that he was only two or three steps away from taking it, Fang Zishu stopped in his tracks, not daring to take another step forward. The policeman chasing after him nearly knocked his head over Fang Zhushu's backpack.

Run, didn't you say you wanted to run? Why did you stop again!?

The policeman did not understand. Holding his forehead, he said in a somewhat aggrieved tone. Seeing that Fang Zishu had ignored him, the policeman also turned his head to look at the door.

He saw that a pool of blood had suddenly flowed out from behind the door. It flowed along the wooden board and stopped right in front of the two of them.

Have you lost your mind? Go away!

Although he didn't know how the blood had flowed out, the police still urged Fang Zhoushu on. After all, Fang Zhoushu was blocking his path, so it was impossible for him to leave.

The Earth Fountain of Immortality reopens the path of Yin and Yang. The source of evil is the Seal the Heavens, the Ghost Seal the Heavens, and the Heavens. The only person who can cross this path will perish on his own. Fang Zishu's expression was extremely ugly, and even though half of his face was hidden in the darkness, the police could still feel the dense murderous aura emanating from him.

What, what do you mean?

The officer only had a general idea of what was going on, but he couldn't understand the meaning behind the words, so he could only ask. As he spoke, his other hand was already slowly holding onto his waist. Through his outer robe, he could see the outline of a gun.

This house has been cursed. If we come here safely and go there safely, it would be fine. However, your hands are so cheap. Since you lifted that spirit rune, a fiendish aura has already appeared. This is a warning! "

The book put down its backpack and slowly unzipped it.

This saying is recorded in the ancient books. We can only go out after the 'Spring of Ganwu' disappears tomorrow. Otherwise, disaster will befall us. Once we have karma, you won't be able to see us go to the baby god.

With that, he took out three items from his backpack and threw them into the note's hands. It was a small bottle, a talisman, and a lump of blood.

I'll warn you one last time, cop.

He turned around and stared at the face of the note. It was hard to tell if the expression on his face was one of indifference or depression.

Say it. The officer also realized the urgency of the situation and hurriedly straightened his body, pretending to be a well-behaved child.

From now on, without my instructions, you are not allowed to touch anything in this building. Otherwise, if there are any problems, I will be able to protect myself. Whether I can save you will also depend on the heavens. If you die here, I will turn around and leave without saying anything else. Do you understand?

This time, Fang Zishu had spoken harshly. He knew that if he did not make this matter more serious, the police might end up being like that forever. Only this kind of threat would be effective.

Alright, I'll save it. I'll promise not to move around too much.

With a blank look, the prescription book arrived at the place where the Soul Suppressing Talisman had been torn and slowly squatted down.

When his hand lightly touched the remaining half of the talisman, his face instantly paled. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped onto the tip of his nose.

Sensing the strangeness of the prescription, the staff member who had been pointing the flashlight at the prescription hurriedly pulled out the pistol at his waist and pulled the bolt.

Put that brat of yours away. This place doesn't need it, it's against me.

Hearing Fang Zishu's warning, the policeman put away the pistol without hesitation. Although he was extremely scared, he still chose to believe in Fang Zishu.

Give me the item!

The note obediently brought the item given to him by the book to his front and then moved to the side, nervously staring at its surroundings, afraid that something might appear.

After receiving the item, the recipe book opened the stopper of the bottle. Inside was a black liquid that exuded a pungent smell.

The police couldn't help but frown. The smell in the bottle was much worse than the smell in the room before. It was unknown what was used to make it.

With his left hand holding the treasure bottle and his right hand holding the yellow paper, he calmed his mind. Like a bolt of lightning, the recipe book stretched out his right hand, and with the yellow paper in hand, he extended to the half piece of the Soul Suppressing Talisman on the ground.

One's heart goes through Yin and Yang, spirit talisman for half a lifetime! With a loud shout, he inserted one finger into the other half of the talisman, and with lightning speed, he pressed down the yellow paper in his hand.

Rise to the sky and open the seal!

He fiddled with the talisman stuck to the ground. He didn't know why, but it suddenly lit up with a great blaze. It was a bit strange. The flame was three feet high and had actually turned green, covering the entire room in a lush green color.

The only exception was Fang Zhoushu, who was squatting beside the talisman. His face was half yellow, half green, and half green.

The flame gradually dimmed, and wisps of green smoke began to rise from Fang Zishu's finger, gradually condensing into the shape of the Soul Suppressing Talisman in the air.

One could vaguely make out that the center of the talisman had five large words.

'The Great General is here.'

CHAPTER 4 - GRAND GENERAL SEAL

After the smoke dissipated in spirals, the room was completely silent. Fang Zishu sat there blankly, not saying a word, remaining in his original position without moving an inch.

The note next to him waited for a long time, but seeing no reaction from the prescription, it became somewhat impatient.

Zi Shu, you …

Before he could finish his words, Fang Zishu suddenly moved the bottle in his left hand, and the liquid inside the bottle began to slowly flow out.

Although it looked like there were a lot, when he poured it out, he realized that there were only seven or eight small drops that landed on the yellow paper.

Fang Zishu's expression was grave as he lifted up the middle finger of his right hand. It was already pitch black, and faint traces of burns could be seen.

Imprint of the Heavenly Dao, imprint upon the heavens. May the spirit of the great general be sealed within.

He tapped the yellow paper with his middle finger, and the black liquid began to draw.

It was strange to say that the black liquid, drawn with the recipe book, slowly turned blood-red. A pungent smell of blood spread out from the yellow paper, causing people to frown.

I request the soul of the general! The Soul Traversing Ten Thousand Arts is hidden in the heart. "

Fang Zhushu yelled out as he looked at the stairs that led to the second floor. At this moment, the painting on the yellow paper was already a third complete.

Swish.

The sound of someone's footsteps could be heard from the top of the stairs. It was most likely a single step.

Someone's here?

The first reaction of the note was to reach for the gun at his waist, but when he turned his head, he saw Fang Zhoushu looking at him, his warning was self-evident.

He could only retract his hand in embarrassment. Although he no longer took out the gun, he was still nervous. This was a place where no one had been here for more than ten years, so why would there be footsteps here? If he hadn't heard it personally, no one would have believed him.

Only after seeing the slip of paper stop did Fang Zishu's expression ease up a little, but he still wore a serious expression.

Despite all that had happened, his hands did not stop moving. Only two or three breaths had passed since the sound of his footsteps. At this moment, the painting on the yellow paper was almost two-thirds complete.

Please, Great General! God's might is unrivaled, straight down to the small town! "

Just as his voice fell, a creaking sound came from the top of the pavilion. The wooden board on top of it had already rotted away, as if someone had stepped on it, causing the wooden board to groan.

Above the pavilion, countless dust began to fall through the gaps between the wooden planks, falling onto Fang Zhoushu and the banknotes. The two of them quickly became natives.

Fang Zishu's gaze was still fixated on the yellow paper, and the note was staring intently at the staircase.

The flashlight shone on the book, imprinting his back on the stairs. The unintentional actions of the book made the policeman feel a sense of foreboding. He wanted to move the flashlight, but he was afraid of disturbing the movements of Fang Zhushu's hand, so he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Tick, flick, vertical, horizontal …

The innermost part of the book kept chanting, but the movements of his hands became more and more stiff, as if the Soul Suppressing Talisman was getting harder and harder to draw.

At some point, Fang Zishu's forehead had been covered in sweat, causing the bangs on his forehead to fall powerlessly to the side, looking extremely weak.

Hah!

Standing at the side of the note, he heard Fang Zishu's loud shout, and with a wave of his finger, he completed the most important stroke. The Soul Suppressing Talisman had been completed.

It was unknown when it had started, but a shadow had appeared on the wall by the stairs, standing behind Fang Zishu's back.

He looked like a woman, but also like he was wearing a long skirt. Just by relying on a projection, he could not see anything.

The policeman was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't move the flashlight, so he was stuck. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The holographic figure lifted its foot and slowly took a step forward. The staircase creaked, but the figure that the young man had imagined did not appear. Instead, the reflection was one step closer to Fang Zhoushu's shadow.

At that moment, the young man looked at Fang Zhoushu. When he realized that he had not noticed him, his other hand slowly touched the golden ring on his neck, and a small crack appeared on the joint of the golden ring.

The moment the cracks in the golden ring were forced open, the woman's reflection on the stairs trembled a little, then she quickened her pace. She was about to approach Fang Zhoushu's body.

Three spirits of the great general! The might of a general can suppress a True God! "

After saying that, Fang Zishu withdrew his hand. When his finger left the Soul Suppressing Talisman, the dust on the floor had settled.

The note saw that the projection on the wall by the stairs also began to fade until it disappeared. He let out a heavy breath from his mouth. It was unknown whether it was out of regret or relief.

The new talisman had already been drawn. Fang Zhisu wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on the ground. The note hurried to support him, but was pushed away by Fang Zhoushu.

Go away from this talisman and stand at the counter. Also, keep pointing your flashlight at me. Don't leave!

After receiving the prescription, the slip of paper could only follow the instructions and walked back to the counter. He leaned his backpack against the counter and stared at the script for a while.

Please, Great General En. General En, First Thought, Second Anger, Third Kowtow.

He stood up, bent his waist and gave three deep kowtows to the Soul Suppressing Talisman, and it could be said that he had completed the ceremony.

He took out the blood clot in his bosom and used it to wrap around the Soul Suppressing Talisman, forming a circle around it. On the surface of the blood clot was a large Fang character to prove the origin of the talisman.

What's that?

The note had always been curious about that blood clot, because he had always seen it treated as his family heirloom, but that was not something rare, and that was what made him most curious.

Blood clot.

I know it's a blood clot, but what is it?

Are you sure you want to know? Fang Zishu turned his head, looking at the note with a strange expression.

Of course! As far as the police knew, this blood clot could be used to seal one's spirit, and was definitely not a simple item. He was still thinking that if there were still any East-West books, he would have to come over and sell them at a high price to avoid having to dig up graves and arouse a ruckus all over his body.

If you want to know, then I'll tell you.

Fang Zishu turned around and once again held the blood clot tightly in his arms, staring at the staircase.

It was formed from the blood and essence of all the ancestors of the Fang Clan!

CHAPTER 5 - DOGSKIN BOOK

As soon as he finished speaking, the cop felt like he was in a bad mood. He looked at Fang Zishu as if he were a monster. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

In the past when he was digging outside, he had touched quite a few corpses. However, he did not dare to hold them in his hands for too long as he was afraid of incurring the wrath of others.

Fang Zishu's way of drawing talismans with the blood essence of his ancestors was something he did not even dare to think about.

Without paying attention to what the note felt like, he walked up to the staircase and looked up. The note wanted to rush over and hand the flashlight, but it was stopped by the book on the side of the road.

At the top of the stairs, there was a bloody footprint. It was not big, just like a woman's foot. However, the blood had already flowed down along the corner of the stairs and dripped onto the floor, making a drip sound.

Alright, let's move away from this staircase. After waving at the police officer, Fang Zhushu pulled him to a table by the counter and sat down. The table was covered in dust and dirt.

The note wanted to slap it, but when it saw that there was no movement from the book, it withdrew its hand.

What's going on?

This abode has an owner, we're being rude. Although Fang Zishu's expression was still abnormal, compared to before, it had eased up by a lot.

Waiter, go get my backpack.

The note then stood up from the chair and walked towards the door, leaving the book's backpack behind.

When he walked to the side of the backpack, he found that the blood was still flowing slowly, and a large area of the floor was already soaked. From time to time, a few blisters would appear on the floor, proving that this was not the two layers he was looking at on the surface.

Although they were very curious, after experiencing the previous incident, the police were already fearful of the building, afraid that they would be exposed to unclean things. If even the prescription books were unable to deal with it, then it would be troublesome.

When he walked over with the backpack, the book had already left the table and was standing behind the counter, staring at something with great interest.

After putting down the backpack and lighting the camping oil lamp, the note came to Fang Zhisu's side, wanting to see what he had discovered.

On the counter, there was actually a book. Although the book was covered by a thick layer of dust, just by looking at the cover, the two of them could tell that this book was extraordinary.

The black dog's skin is the seal, and it's a big one. Fang Zishu didn't touch the book, but stood off to the side, clicking his tongue in amazement.

It's just a black dog. It's just a bunch of black dogs out on the streets. What kind of dog is this? In this gloomy and eerie residence, the police still felt that it was safer to be near the prescription book. Although he was following the script book's words, his eyes would occasionally drift towards the stairs, afraid of another shadow appearing there.

If it's an ordinary black dog, then there's no need to explain any further. However, to be able to live in such a dark place and not rot for many years, with such a slippery surface, how could it be an ordinary black dog?

Fang Zishu didn't seem to realize that he was still in a dangerous environment. Instead, he stretched out his hand to gently brush away the dust on the surface of the book.

According to the ancient annals, there is a spiritual pet in this world that can track people for thousands of miles. It is called Xiao Tian.

Fang Zishu gently held the book in his arms, his face full of piety.

This pet has intelligence. It can enter the nose, play tricks with ghosts. It can ascend to the nine heavens and extend the moon. Its blood can extend its lifespan, its skin will not rot for 10,000 years, it will howl as heaven and earth blessing itself, and it will cry out as the origin of the plague will descend.

For so many generations of emperors, they did not hesitate to start a war and lead it into the world. In the end, they ended up suffering a defeat. It could only be said to be a type of sorrow.

Fang Zishu lightly shook his head. It was unknown whether he was amused by the stupidity of those emperors or saddened by the death of this black dog.

If what you're saying is true, then this black dog is a spirit item of this world. How could it be killed? How could its skin be made into a book and placed here? It had to be said that if a cop were to perform crosstalk as a joke, he would be extremely dedicated to it. Even Fang Zishu couldn't help but give him a praising look.

I don't know how he died, but it must have something to do with the owner of this loft. With that, he looked up at the staircase, but no one knew what he was thinking.

Then this should be a treasure right? Why don't we hurry up and leave after taking the things?

The young man's eyes lit up. The moment that greedy look appeared in his eyes, he actually ignored the danger that was in front of him. This really made Fang Zhushu speechless.

I said before that we can't leave this place until the sun rises. If you want to die, there's a door over there. You can jump out of that pool of blood, and I won't stop you.

Fang Zishu shook his hands, pushed this shameless piece of trash to the side, and then continued to walk towards the table with the book in hand. The cop scratched his head awkwardly. He could only keep up.

He had wanted to sit by the side of the square book, but he subconsciously lifted his head to look at the staircase. He did not know when, but the shadow had appeared again.

Whap.

Clapping the table, the policeman immediately stood up. When he wanted to say something, he found that the shadow had disappeared, so he could only swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Sit down! Fang Zishu glared at the note with a dark expression, then snapped at it. The policeman was frightened and quickly sat in his seat without moving. His body was very stiff.

If we disturb their peace and quiet, then we should have this kind of awareness. Don't think that I'm omnipotent. There are many things in this world that even our ancestors and you can't explain.

Finally, he gave the note a final warning before gently flipping open the book in his hands. With just a single glance, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

There are some very interesting things written on it. For example, this tower was built by someone sent by the Emperor. If they want to reach the temple, there is one thing that they must do. As for that thing …"

What is that thing! The note came over and stared at the dog-skin book with a fervent look on its face.

It's nothing. They didn't say anything about it. Closing the book, Fang Ziyi glanced at the note for a moment, then pointed at the large backpack by the door.

Go and prepare everything you need for the sacrifice of the heavens. Tomorrow morning, I will be of great use to you!

CHAPTER 6 - HEAVENLY SACRIFICE

He would occasionally watch the sounds coming from the stairs, and from time to time, he would also watch the changes in the blood pool at the entrance. After one night, not only did he look more haggard, even his eyes were bloodshot.

On the other hand, ever since he put away the book, Fang Zishu had immediately fallen asleep on the table. During this period of time, he had not made the slightest movement. Even his breathing had become erratic. This infuriated the cop sitting on the side, who even had to test Fang Zishu's breath from time to time to see if he was dead or not.

In the middle of the night, the police officer who was sitting on the chair suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs. As for the book lying by the side, it seemed as if it had not noticed and was still dreaming.

When the first ray of sunlight shone through the broken window, Fang Zishu sat up straight and slowly opened his eyes.

Is the item ready?

Without any prelude, Zishu directly asked the cop sitting at the side, without the slightest change in his expression.

Ah? Ah, I'm ready!

The officer's entire body shook. Only then did he manage to react. He looked at the staircase as if he were looking at hell. His face was filled with fear.

Even the book didn't find that there were footprints on the stairs. They didn't stop and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

We should go.

He picked up his backpack and picked up a cloth bag by the side of the note. Inside the bag were some things he had prepared beforehand for the Heavenly Sacrifice.

The young man pulled up his backpack and followed closely behind Fang Zishu. The two of them walked one after the other until they reached the north gate.

At this moment, the blood stains on the ground had dried and turned black. Faintly, some indistinct characters seemed to have formed on them. Fang Zishu did not pay any more attention to him. With a single stride, he crossed the imprint and stepped into the wasteland outside.

The moment he came out, he felt much more refreshed, especially his nose which no longer had that rotten smell. The gloominess on his face was also swept away.

Pata.

The sound of something heavy landing on the ground came from behind him. Fang Zhushu turned his head to look and found the note in the pavilion. He did not know what had happened, but his foot stepped on the dried blood and his entire body fell to the ground.

Instantly, his entire face was covered in black stains. Those were dried blood.

Child book, child book, I, I …

Fang Zishu turned his head to look at all this, not saying a word. He opened the cloth bag in his hand, and three objects fell out.

The first one, and also the biggest one, was a dead chicken wrapped in a piece of tin paper. Only the head of a dead chicken was left lying on the side, and it was unknown how long it had been dead.

The second was a piece of Vajra. It seemed to be quite old, and there were even some grayish-black granules on it. It was unknown what it was.

The third was a stack of yellow paper. It was exactly the same as the yellow paper used to draw the Soul Suppressing Talisman from the calligraphy manual.

The Central Region, the Fang Clan, the twenty-third generation of the Profound Grandsons, the Awakening of the Ancestors, and the great achievements of the Ancestors! Today, with