Fu Niu Mountain.
True Martial Daoist Temple.
As one of the important branches of the Daoist Family, although it has gradually declined in recent years, it can still be considered a leading Sect.
At this moment.
Right in the main hall of this Daoist Temple, the master of True Martial Daoist Temple, and simultaneously the leader of the True Martial sect, Lü Zhongxuan holds three sticks of incense, devoutly placed in the incense burner before the altar.
As the smoke curls around, the deity statue on the altar appears even more imposing.
After the incense has burned out, Lü Zhongxuan sits on the prayer mat before the altar and begins his daily ritual.
This is his unwavering daily habit!
At this time, all the disciples would retreat from the main hall, leaving Lü Zhongxuan alone.
Today is no exception, the large hall is empty, and the windows are tightly shut, preventing any outside light from entering, making it very dark.
In such an environment, only Lü Zhongxuan’s soft chanting of the scriptures resonates.
Suddenly.
The darkness in the corner of the hall begins to surge, and then several imperceptible black lights project directly into the deity statue on the altar.
After that, the statue begins to move.
Yes!
It’s wriggling.
As if in an instant, countless tendrils grew within the statue, densely packed black lines swaying freely, yet not making any sound, and then they converge towards Lü Zhongxuan on the prayer mat.
Lü Zhongxuan is unaware, still devoutly reciting the scriptures.
But just as these black lines are about to touch Lü Zhongxuan, a glint of golden light flashes from between his brows.
These black lines stiffen and then vanish.
Lü Zhongxuan is completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world.
Everything returns to silence until he finishes chanting scriptures for a full hour, only then does Lü Zhongxuan slowly open his eyes, filled with disappointment.
"True Martial Master, have you truly abandoned us? Why is it that no matter how devoutly I pray, you never respond?"
Softly murmuring, Lü Zhongxuan raises his head to look at the deity statue on the altar shrouded in darkness.
The statue naturally remains silent, standing quietly.
Lü Zhongxuan gives a bitter smile.
"If not for sensing the remaining trace of aura within the statue, I would truly believe...."
Lü Zhongxuan swallows the rest of his words, but the worry on his face has already betrayed him.
After sitting quietly for a moment longer, Lü Zhongxuan shakes his head, sighs, and stands up to walk out.
But he doesn’t know, as he turns, strands of nearly indistinguishable dark lines emerge and approach his back.
Lü Zhongxuan remains unaware, raising his hand to push open the hall doors.
At this moment, the sunlight outside is just right. As the hall doors open, sunlight streams in, shining directly on the black lines.
The lines instantly disintegrate, and simultaneously, the sunlight traces the lines upward, causing the statue to tremble slightly, seemingly emitting a pained roar, but then everything returns to normal.
Lü Zhongxuan promptly turns back.
The hall behind him is empty, the statue stands quietly, the incense smoke swirling, Lü Zhongxuan sees no anomaly.
Yet a trace of doubt flashes in his eyes.
Earlier, he clearly heard a roar of unwilling pain, how did it suddenly disappear?
Just as he is puzzled, a commotion suddenly arises outside the mountain gate, soon a disciple rushes in, looking alarmed and shouting.
"Master, Master, something terrible has happened!"
Lü Zhongxuan is momentarily stunned, his expression immediately solemn, "What happened?"
"Just now, the Grand Priest reported that Fei Chen Senior Brother has been possessed by evil, already comatose, and the chief punishment Great Elder is also injured, they ask you to prepare quickly!"

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