Chapter 5495
Out of the corner of his eye, Hu Mazi saw a black token hanging from Scarface’s waist. The word “evil” was engraved on it, identical to the token he had seen from the Evil Dao Temple before.
His heartbeat quickened involuntarily, knowing his wait had finally paid off.
Just then, the conversation of two monks at the neighboring table drifted into Hu Mazi’s ears.
“Have you heard? The people from the Temple have been holding rituals lately, and many monks have been attending. But after listening, they seem to have lost their souls,”
one monk said in a low voice.
“Hush! Keep your voice down! Do you think we can discuss the Temple’s affairs? Last time, a wandering cultivator got slapped in the face by the Temple people for speaking too much!”
another monk warned in horror.
“What are you afraid of? I heard the people from the Temple have been getting close to the Evil Dao Temple lately,”
the monk said, leaning in close to the other monk’s ear and whispering, “It seems the Evil Dao Temple is looking for a ‘soul urn’, said to be able to hold millions of souls. It seems the Temple has it.”
Hu Mazi listened carefully, his heart sinking.
The words “soul urn” and “millions of souls” hit his heart like a heavy hammer.
Could this be related to the disappearance of the souls of the Hu family members that he came to investigate?
He was about to listen carefully when Scarface suddenly glanced at the next table. The two monks immediately shut up, hurriedly paid the bill and left the teahouse.
Scarface finished his drink, got up and left with his two men.
Hu Mazi’s heart moved, knowing that this was a good opportunity for him to follow them and find out the truth.
He followed them quietly and activated the stealth talisman at the same time to conceal his figure.
Following them, Hu Mazi passed through several narrow alleys filled with a foul smell, and the walls were covered with black vines, like tentacles of darkness.
Finally, they stopped in front of an abandoned altar.The altar was covered in black runes, shimmering with an eerie light, as if concealing endless secrets.
In the center of the altar stood a half-human-tall clay jar, from which a shrill, soul-sounding wail could be faintly heard. The sound, like a wail from hell, sent a chill down Hu Mazi’s spine.
“Is everything ready?”
A monk in a white robe slowly emerged from behind the altar. The word “God” was embroidered in gold on the corner of his robe. He was indeed a member of the Temple!
Scarface nodded and pulled a storage bag from his bosom. “This contains 500,000 immortal stones. I expect a large quantity will be delivered from the lower realms soon. When will the ‘Soul Urn’ be given to us?”
The white-robed monk sneered, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery. “What’s the rush? Once our temple master has filled the Soul Urn for you, we’ll naturally give it to your Evil Path Temple. You’ll cultivate with your spirits, and we’ll cultivate with the immortal stones. We’ll have nothing to do with each other.”
“Your temple is faster at collecting souls than we are. We need to collect them in places where there’s fighting, but you can trick those monks into opening altars and then simply take their souls.”
Hu Mazi’s hands clenched white at these words.
The temple’s people could actually do such a vile thing. After all, without souls, monks can no longer cultivate and improve their cultivation. They’re practically dead.
Just as Hu Mazi was about to approach the clay pot on the altar to examine it, he was suddenly spotted.
The cloaking charm failed, and his aura was instantly exposed.
“Who?”
The white-robed monk turned around abruptly, his eyes as sharp as a sword. He unsheathed his sword, and a golden sword light slashed towards Hu Mazi!
Hu Mazi quickly activated the cloaking charm again and dodged the sword light.
But even so, the sword energy still cut a hole in the corner of his robe.
The sword energy seemed to carry a scorching power, causing his skin to sting.