The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 354 Faceless portrait, ever-changing

Chapter 354: Faceless Portrait, Ever-Changing

Inside the palace.

Zhang Wuling came to the right and looked at the small wooden statues on the shelves.

"Hmm?" Zhang Wuling turned his head and asked curiously, "Master, what kind of gods are these? Why are they so strange?"

The wooden statues on the shelves all had distorted faces, looking weird and terrifying. They lacked the majesty and solemnity of any statue at all, and there was no trace of righteousness.

Hearing this, the young Taoist priest suddenly smiled, and a green light flashed in his eyes.

"Ah... these are not gods, they are demons, suppressed demons."

"The suppressed demon?"

"Yes, there are three thousand great demons here, all suppressed by the Immortal Master Changsheng."

Zhang Wuling immediately understood who the immortal master the other party was.

"Wow, this Immortal Master Changsheng is so powerful. He can suppress so many evil demons by himself. It's admirable!" Zhang Wuling's eyes immediately showed admiration.

The young Taoist priest seemed very satisfied with this and nodded, saying, "That's good to know. If you have any wishes, just make a sincere offering and the Immortal Master Changsheng will help you fulfill them. It can be said that any wish will be granted."

Zhang Wuling seemed to be intrigued. He stepped forward, stuffed two silver dollars into the young Taoist priest's hand, and asked, "Master, I wonder what kind of offerings should I make to make the Immortal Master Changsheng... appear."

The young Taoist glanced at the dollar in his hand, disdainfully, and said indifferently: "It's just a vulgar thing, it's useless to us. If you really want to ask the immortal master for help, it's best to offer something valuable."

"Oh, I wonder what can be called a valuable thing?"

The young Taoist narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhang Wuling with a half-smile, "I've already said it before, all you need is a sincere heart."

Zhang Wuling's heart sank, and when he understood the hidden meaning, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

It is not a good place to view, it is really as its name suggests, it is really an unkind place!

But on the surface, Zhang Wuling pretended to understand, "It's a valuable item. I understand. I need to think about it carefully."

Upon seeing this, the young Taoist priest showed a hint of sarcasm on his face, but he quickly returned to his previous lifeless look.

"Alright, you've finished your worship. If you have nothing else to do, please leave as soon as possible."

Zhang Wuling hurriedly said, "Master, we have come all the way here and are even fond of the Bushan Temple. I wonder if we could stay here for a night and absorb some of its aura?"

"Stay overnight?"

The young Taoist priest stared fiercely into Zhang Wuling's eyes. His pupils were dark and the darkness and emptiness in them were unfathomable.

This feeling was creepy, but Zhang Wuling remained calm, and the desire and hope in his eyes remained unwavering.

The young Taoist stared at him for about ten seconds before he said, "You can stay here, but you have to pay for food."

"Of course, we won't eat it for free." Zhang Wuling nodded repeatedly in agreement.

The young Taoist priest also smiled, and was obviously much more enthusiastic than before.

"Then please come with me. I'll show you the rooms. The conditions in this temple are simple, so please don't mind."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

Led by the young Taoist priest, several people passed through the back hall and came to a wing room.

The environment of this room is very nice. There is a well and a very large pine tree next to it, which provides shade and coolness.

The young Taoist priest opened three rooms for Zhang Wuling and his group because one room could only accommodate four people at most and there were not enough beds.

The room was actually just an ordinary wing room with a few beds on the four walls. The only thing that caught people's attention was a painting hanging on the wall opposite the door. In front of the painting was a table with an incense burner on it.

What’s strange is that the person in the painting has no face, so it’s unclear who it is being worshipped to.

After observing this, Zhang Wuling asked, "Could it be that the immortal master Changsheng is in this painting?"

"No, the one above is Wuxiang Zhenjun." The young Taoist replied.

Wang Zhenqiu asked curiously, "Is this Wuxiang Zhenjun very powerful?"

"Of course." The young Taoist priest said without hesitation, "True Lord Wuxiang is the most powerful general under the command of the Immortal Master Changsheng. He possesses immense magical powers and is naturally powerful."

Wang Zhenqiu was about to ask more, but the young Taoist didn't want to say more. He said directly, "Okay, you guys should rest first. Don't wander around. We'll call you for dinner when the time comes."

After the Taoist priest left, Wang Ye came over and whispered, "Junior Master, I think..."

"Shh!"

Zhang Wuling stopped Wang Ye and glanced around. "We're on someone else's territory, so keep quiet. We can talk later if you have anything to say."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately became alert and nodded silently to show that they understood.

Zhang Wuling walked around the room and didn't find anything unusual, so he came to the painting.

The 'True Lord Wuxiang' in the painting has no face. It may seem okay at first glance, but if you look closely, you'll have a strange feeling of being captured, which makes you feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Wuling took a look, picked up the incense on the table, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

After that, everyone had nothing to do, so they just started to visit the Bushanguan.

The entire Taoist temple is not very big. Apart from the front hall and part of the back hall, there is not much else to go.

The Taoist priests in the temple were not enthusiastic either, and even when Zhang Wuling and his companions took the initiative to talk to them, they were ignored.

We stayed there bored until sunset. After dinner, the Taoists who were not good at observing disappeared without a trace, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness.

Naturally, Zhang Wuling and the others had to go back to their rooms to rest. Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan and the other eight people stayed in two rooms in groups of four, leaving Zhang Wuling alone in the remaining room.

At night, Zhang Wuling lay in bed for a while, and his skin kept getting cold, as if hair had grown on his bones and was creeping out little by little, making him feel very uncomfortable.

tsk...

Zhang Wuling opened his eyes, got up from the bed and left the room.

After coming outside, he pretended to go to the corner to relieve himself. Although there was no one around, Zhang Wuling could always catch a glimpse of his gaze from the darkness.

"You're staring at me so intently..."

After feeling the direction of his gaze, Zhang Wuling's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he pulled up his pants and went to the back of the house.

After making sure his vision was blocked, he immediately pulled up a weed from the ground, made a hand gesture, and blew it—

The weeds were blown away, and after falling to the ground, they suddenly turned into the appearance of Zhang Wuling. He walked out from the back of the house with a calm face and went back to his room to sleep.

Zhang Wuling himself turned into an inconspicuous flea, jumping onto the roof and quietly gazing at the night.

All of this is not some kind of magic, but just some techniques from Fenghou Qimen.

Even though Zhang Wuling did not major in Fenghou Qimen, his understanding and current cultivation level were enough to advance it to a new level.

All of this does not deviate from the core of Fenghou Qimen, which is the word "change".

The statement that I am the king of all changes in the universe is by no means an exaggeration.

The night is as deep as an abyss, and as black as ink.

Wang Ye and others in the room had fallen asleep, and no one noticed that the person in the painting on the wall actually moved.

A hand stretched out from the painting, picked up the incense on the table, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner.

After the green smoke rose, the person in the painting disappeared.

Then, in the silent and dark room, a 'person' dressed in white and without any facial features stood in front of the painting like a ghost.

Silent and invisible, appearing at any time without anyone noticing.