The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 267 Enlightenment
They were considered quite powerful figures in the Special Administration Bureau, but after seeing Yun Ran today, they suddenly had the feeling that they were just there to make up the numbers.

If the little paper figure hadn't been there too, he would have definitely said: "Holy crap, awesome!"
"What are you still doing?"

His men immediately vanished in a flash.

Yunran and the members of the mobile squad were working hard outside, and the others trapped in the illusion were not giving up on themselves either.

At this moment, Daoist Qingmu was emanating black energy from his entire body. An uninformed person might mistake him for some kind of evil demon.

He used his last bit of strength to protect his heart meridian, preventing the black energy from completely engulfing him.

However, he was in a truly miserable state at this moment, and the Green Wood Taoist couldn't help but grimace in pain.

He recalled what Yunran had said before: that girl's accurate fortune-telling was not a good thing.

"I wonder how long that girl's 'sliver of hope' will last. If I'm trapped here and die, my lifelong reputation will be completely ruined!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard another sound. His previously listless state immediately perked up, and he looked sharply in the direction of the sound.

"Aoki, it really was you!"

Zhongli Yuanjing also possessed magical artifacts that had been tempered by heavenly lightning, although he could not use heavenly lightning at will like Yun Ran.

However, the magical artifact reduced the effects of the illusion on him considerably. Sensing the presence of Daoist Qingmu nearby, he quickly came over.

However, seeing the Green Wood Taoist who was now emitting black energy, Zhongli Yuanjing's heart was in his throat, fearing that the Green Wood Taoist would die in front of him.

When Qingmu Daoren saw Zhongli Yuanjing, he immediately smiled.

Yunran's divination indeed came true; there was indeed a glimmer of hope.

If Master Zhongli had arrived half an hour later, he probably would have been beyond saving.

The sharpness in his eyes faded, replaced by warmth: "I didn't expect it to be you. It seems I was destined to survive."

Seeing that even at this point, Qingmu Daoren still had the leisure to joke with him, Zhongli Yuanjing immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly took out the medicine he had prepared beforehand from his bag and stuffed it into Qingmu Daoren's mouth, while simultaneously clearing the black energy that had invaded his body.

Zhongli Yuanjing expended a great deal of effort but finally managed to remove most of the black energy from Qingmu Daoren's body.

He only withdrew his hand when a fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

As the black mist dissipated, the wounds on Qingmu Daoren's body were exposed, and his Daoist robe was covered with dried, black bloodstains.

Even his body emitted a faint, foul odor, the smell of his wounds beginning to fester and rot.

Zhongli Yuanjing's expression immediately changed: "How did you get so badly injured!"

Qingmu Daoren didn't rush to explain anything. Instead, he looked at Zhongli Yuanjing's bag and said, "What food do you have? Give me something to eat first."

At this moment, the Taoist Qingmu no longer had any trace of his former ethereal and otherworldly demeanor.

The bloodshot eyes and the ashen expression on his face clearly showed that he was in a very bad condition.

Zhongli Yuanjing quickly took out some nutrient solution and food from his bag to quickly replenish the body's energy and put them in Qingmu Daoren's hands.

While Qingmu Daoren was eating, he didn't stay idle; he began to treat Qingmu Daoren's deepest wounds.

Seeing the wound completely torn open, Zhongli Yuanjing's heart sank even further.

The illusion here must be extremely dangerous to have injured Qingmu Daoren like this. After consuming most of the supplies prepared by Zhongli Yuanjing, Qingmu Daoren felt that he had finally survived.

"The power of this illusion has been greatly reduced. Yunran must have done something. We need to hurry and find the others."

These people were all very clear about each other's abilities. If he ended up like this, the others wouldn't fare much better.

Especially with supplies cut off and nothing to eat here, if we don't find anyone soon, we might really have to collect their corpses.

Zhongli Yuanjing looked at Qingmu Daoren's swaying body and asked him with some concern, "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"You won't die. How many of you came this time?"

Zhongli Yuanjing quickly told them what they had discovered.

However, when it came to their group, they quickly dispersed, their tone filled with a strong sense of wariness.

"If I hadn't sensed the aura of your magical artifact, I probably wouldn't have been able to find you."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Qingmu was suddenly enlightened. No wonder Yunran's divination said that the glimmer of hope was related to her; it turned out to refer to the magical artifact that had been tempered by heavenly lightning.

"Unfortunately, in this operation, only you, me, and Jiechen had our magical artifacts tempered by the same batch of heavenly lightning. As for the others, we can only try our luck to find them."

Just as they were about to leave, another obstacle appeared.

Previously, when Qingmu Daoren was on the verge of death, the attack power of the illusion was weakened. But now, with the addition of Zhongli Yuanjing, the attack power of the illusion has immediately doubled.

Zhongli Yuanjing's expression changed instantly. He took out his magical artifact and looked at the sudden change in front of him with a wary expression.

Seeing the 'heavenly fire' that appeared out of nowhere, and the black mist filled with murderous intent, Zhongli Yuanjing cursed inwardly.

"Was it because of these things that you got involved before?"

The Taoist Qingmu's face was also somewhat solemn: "This illusion is a country that has suffered natural disasters and man-made calamities, and my identity in it is that of the national advisor."

But these attacks aren't the most dangerous. The omnipresent wails can attack the soul; anyone with a weak Dao heart will inevitably suffer a qi deviation.

As soon as Qingmu Daoren finished speaking, Zhongli Yuanjing heard the kind of wailing that could attack the soul.

The two could only stand back to back, gripping their magical weapons in preparation for a counterattack.

On the other side, after Abbot Jiechen got separated from Yunran, even he, who was usually good-tempered, was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

That ghost general was actually following him.

Fortunately, he had witnessed Yun Ran placing a restriction on the Ghost General beforehand; otherwise, he would have risked his life to eliminate such a 'threat'.

Seeing that his strength was almost exhausted, the monk Jiechen couldn't help but pluck a handful of grass from the ground.

Fortunately, he is a vegetarian, and this grass is also vegetarian, so he can eat it.

"Bah, bah, bah~"

Who would have thought that this grass would have a rotten smell and be completely inedible?

Mo Zhi didn't need to eat and wandered around for a long time, but couldn't find the exit of the new illusion.

Seeing that the monk was now eating grass, she felt for the first time that being a ghost wasn't so bad, at least she didn't have to go hungry now.

Because of Yunran, Abbot Jiechen temporarily trusted her, and she, in turn, because of Yunran, coexisted peacefully with the people of the Xuanmen for the first time.