After consuming more than a dozen ghosts by the sword, Shang Biao found that the old thing had not caught up with him.

He looked down at the magic sword under his feet, and he seemed to understand something.

"It seems that it should be fine for the time being, haha! The magic technique and the golden silkworm Gu are really dangerous. I used to look at the sky in a well and used the modern declining Miaojiang Gu technique to enter the plot world. Then I relaxed my vigilance and was plotted against. The price of these two lessons is really heavy."

Shang Biao smiled bitterly on his face, reflecting on his mistakes.

Then he lowered the magic sword, found a place to restore his magic power, and used the concept of bones to repair and stabilize the soul that was roughly injured by the ghost child.

I waited until dawn the next day before I got up and continued on the road.

Chaotian Temple is a very large number of Taoist temples. If you count carefully, there should be no less than ten fingers in the world.

However, in the White Lotus Sect, when it comes to Chaotian Temple, it refers to Chaotian Temple located in the branch of Wangwu Mountain - Lingshan.

All the important matters of the White Lotus Sect were discussed and resolved in this Taoist temple.

It is said that this is the closest place to the legendary holy land of the White Lotus Sect, "Vacuum Hometown". All actions are under the gaze of the Wusheng Lao Mother, and it is the true ancestral home of the White Lotus Sect.

Shang Biao walked forward and went to Xiangyang to help the blood corpse deal with Wang Pengliang. After Han Er and him met in Xiangyang, they set out towards Lingshan.

According to Han Er, shortly after Shang Biao left, a young woman led Miao soldiers to attack Ji County at night, capturing most of the believers.

After he fought with the woman for a few moves, he found that the other party seemed to know his background and that the methods he used were to restrain his soul body.

In the absence of the crowd, Han Er could only retreat with the statue of the god and the remaining believers.

On that day, Shang Biao rushed to Wangwu Mountain alone. After reporting his identity, he met Qi Linqing, who had been away for more than half a month after being led by a believer in the White Lotus Sect.

"From your state, it seems that your soul is traumatized? There is also the breath of witchcraft. Have you offended the wizards in Miaojiang? Can you still participate in the final guide ceremony?"

The experienced Qi Linqing saw the hidden dangers on Shang Biao at a glance and asked in a deep voice.

Unlike the weak White Lotus Sect protector who Shang Biao had seen before, Qi Linqing at this time had used some means, and his injuries had been healed and there was no sign of any injury at all.

Shang Biao showed his momentum and spoke: "There is no problem with mana. I wonder if there is a way for the guardian Qi to remove the plowhead witch curse on me?"

Although this curse is just a problem of spending some money after returning to the theater, in order to prevent people from taking action secretly and consuming favors to solve the problem, it is better to besides this future problem.

"In terms of witchcraft, the saint is more proficient than me. When I take you to pay homage to the saint later, let me mention it to her. The saint has always been kind and should not refuse.

However, the injuries on your soul cannot be cured without the genius who repairs the soul. There is no such treasure in the treasure house in the religion, so you have to rely on yourself to find opportunities.

Perhaps after my mother comes to the world, she can use her supreme divine power to help heal the damage to your soul."

Although Qi Linqing himself did not take action, he also showed Shang Biao a clear way.

Shang Biao clasped his fists and thanked: "Thank you so much for the protector. I am very satisfied with the ability to remove the witchcraft. The wounds of the soul, everything will go with the flow!"

The two chatted for a while, and when a Taoist boy said that the saint had finished praying, Qi Linqing called Shang Biao to Chaotian Temple together.

Birds sing and flowers scented all the way, apes sang and beasts sang endlessly. The animals in the mountains did not seem to be afraid of these two-legged beasts walking upright.

There was even a domineering little monkey blocking the middle of the road and reaching out to ask for food.

"When is the specific time for the guidance ceremony?"

After sending the little monkey, Shang Biao asked.

"Three days later, the seven-star pearl-shaped vision appeared in the sky, which was the time when my mother came."

Qi Linqing answered, and before Shang Biao asked again, he made a gesture of banning the sound. An antique Taoist temple full of historical charm could be seen in front of him.

Since the founding of the White Lotus Sect, this Taoist temple has been preserved as its headquarters and has been preserved to this day.

It is said that Chaotian Temple was passed down from the Han Dynasty. It has been passed down through the Three Kingdoms, Two Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui and Tang Dynasties, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Two Songs, Yuan and Ming dynasties. It has been passed down for thousands of years to this day.

Shang Biao followed Qi Linqing into the Taoist temple hall. What you can see was a golden statue of an old woman with a kind and solemn smile, white hair, a rosy and blue cloak, and holding a gossip in both hands.

This statue is the mother of the Birthless Old, the legendary Creator and the Lord of Savior.

Under the statue, a young woman in white, sitting cross-legged on the futon, her black hair was inserted into a bun with only a wooden hairpin.

A sense of ecstasy emanates from it, like a fairy exiled to the world.

"Saint, this is the Shinan brother who destroyed the Qing Dynasty's Palace."

Qi Linqing broke the silence and introduced.

The saint, sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up and turned to the two of them.

The charming face of the whole country is not enough to describe it in any word. Shang Biao, who is used to modern blending and pickling beauty, his eyes remained on this saint, and was so amazed that he could not move for a long time.

"Ahem"

Qi Linqing was probably old or used to seeing the appearance of a saint, but he was not affected. He coughed twice and woke Shang Biao up.

"Sorry, I'm losing my composure."

Shang Biao showed a little embarrassment on his face, and his tone unconsciously lowered a few tones.

The appearance of this saint cannot make people feel evil, and they can only appreciate beauty from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's okay, is the guardian of Qi bringing brothers to him for the plowshare curse?"

"Indeed, Brother Shi is one of the guides, it is really inappropriate to have this hidden danger on his body. I would like to ask the saint to take action."

Shang Biao was not surprised that Qi Linqing could see his own problems.

However, this White Lotus Saint, who had been looking at the most for ten years, could even tell it in one go. Sure enough, people should not behave like appearances and the sea water should not be measured.

Shang Biao had a smile on his face and secretly speculated in his heart, but he didn't say anything, so he asked Qi Linqing to help him speak.

"Indeed, even if Brother Shi is not a guide, everyone is a brother and sister of the Holy Church, and they cannot sit idly by."

As soon as the saint finished speaking, she stretched out her white jade-like onion fingers. A familiar force of faith shot out from the golden statue of Wusheng Lao Mother and penetrated into his body.

The old woman far away in Miaojiang suddenly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the explosion of Tao Doll not far away.

"Thank you for taking action!"

Shang Biao felt as if he had lost some burden on his body. When he looked at the abnormal state of the witch curse had disappeared on his personal panel.
Chapter completed!