The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

"Are we just leaving like this?"

Chen Zhaowu looked at Zhou Heng and couldn't help but ask.

Zhou Heng shook his head slightly. Chen Zhaowu wanted to say something, but Xue Zhiwei glared at him.

The four of them rounded the foot of the mountain, and Zhou Heng reined in his horse and stopped.

Huang Tunan and his group, who had been following them from a distance, did not stop this time. Instead, they continued forward, passing by them without even glancing at them.

Chen Zhaowu's eyes widened, and he was about to say something sarcastic when Lü Zian noticed something was wrong and quickly grabbed him tightly to keep him from making a sound.

Zhou Heng waited until Huang Tunan and the others had gone far away before dismounting.

"What's going on? Are these guys from the Sky Wolf Sect blind?"

Chen Zhaowu couldn't help but mutter, "Weren't they supposed to be watching us? Why did they leave?"

Did Huang Tunan feel too ashamed to follow us anymore?

He stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Xue Zhiwei gave him an annoyed look. This childhood friend might be an exaggeration to say that he was all show and no substance, but his brain was really no different from a decoration.

"Did you use illusion magic on them?"

Xue Zhiwei looked at Zhou Heng, a look of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

Just how much skill does Zhou Heng possess that she doesn't yet know?

Logically speaking, Zhou Heng was just the son of a centurion, a background that was nothing special in the capital.

Does having good talent mean you can do whatever you want?

Illusion-type immortal arts are extremely difficult to cultivate. As far as she knows, none of the lower three ranks of immortal officials in the entire Guardian Division have ever mastered such immortal arts.

Do you know what "a mirage" means?

Zhou Heng said calmly, tied his horse to the side of the road, and then walked towards Lingyan Temple.

"Immortal magic, a mirage?"

Xue Zhiwei exclaimed in surprise, "You actually mastered the ability to make someone under the spell see whatever they want?"

"I know a little bit about it."

Zhou Heng said.

"Can you show people what they want to see? Old Zhou!"

Chen Zhaowu looked at Zhou Heng, pointed to himself with both hands, and said excitedly, "You know what I mean!"

Lu Zian was dumbfounded, while Zhou Heng and Xue Zhiwei rolled their eyes.

"My magical power is limited, and the effect of the Mirror Flower Water Moon technique won't last long."

Zhou Heng said in a deep voice, "I hope we can catch them red-handed before their magic fails."

Only then did the three understand why Zhou Heng had left Lingyan Temple so decisively earlier.

It turns out he was planning a surprise attack.

They left, and the monks of Lingyan Temple, having fallen under his magic spell "Water Moon Mirror Flower," must have thought they were safe.

In this way, they might give themselves away!

…………

Zhou Heng and his three companions walked into Lingyan Temple in a dignified manner.

The monks who walked back and forth passed in front of them, all as if they hadn't seen them at all.

As for the worshippers, they are all busy praying to the gods and Buddhas, who would care about irrelevant people?

Zhou Heng, Xue Zhiwei, and Lü Zian remained relatively calm, at most only feeling a sense of novelty, but Chen Zhaowu could no longer hide his excitement.

"What amazing magic! If I had known, I should have chosen the path of becoming a celestial official back then. This magic is truly wonderful."

Chen Zhaowu muttered something under his breath, then let out two suppressed, lewd laughs; it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Captain Zhou, watch your step!"

Chen Zhaowu casually supported Zhou Heng's arm, acting just like a lackey.

Having been promoted from Old Zhou to Colonel Zhou, Zhou Heng had a clear goal. He walked straight through most of the temple and arrived at the meditation room of Abbot Fayuan of Lingyan Temple.

Just then, Abbot Fayuan of Lingyan Temple came out of the meditation room. He closed the door behind him and walked slowly outside, completely unaware of the four people's presence.

Zhou Heng made a shushing gesture and followed behind the monk Fayuan.

Monk Fayuan walked slowly, not stopping when he encountered other monks along the way, and soon arrived at the back of Lingyan Temple.

The entire Lingyan Temple covers a vast area. The front is the main hall for worshipping Buddha, while the back is not open to the public. There is a pagoda forest here, which is the burial place of eminent monks of the temple throughout history.

The monk Fayuan walked to a tower that was ten feet tall, reached into the candlestick and pressed it down.

With a cracking sound, a dark hole was revealed at the bottom of the tower.

The monk Fayuan leaped in.

While Zhou Heng was still hesitating, Chen Zhaowu had already darted inside.

At that moment, the hole snapped back to life with a click.

Zhou Heng: "..."

Xue Zhiwei: "..."

Lü Zi'an: "..."

"Has he always been like this?"

Zhou Heng couldn't help but turn to Xue Zhiwei and ask.

The magic of the Mirror Flower and Water Moon only blinded Monk Fayuan, making him unable to see them, but it did not mean that they no longer existed.

The situation in this cave is unknown. If we just barge in, what if there are other people inside?

The others were not affected by the magic illusion.

Even if there's no one around, what if there are traps or mechanisms?

"It's been like this since I was little."

Xue Zhiwei said helplessly, "If it weren't for the Chen family's deep foundation, he would have died countless times already."

Xue Zhiwei originally didn't plan to come to Qizhou on this mission, but she couldn't resist her cousin's pleas, so she teamed up with Chen Zhaowu to come.

Her cousin was Chen Zhaowu's fiancée, Lin Yue, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, the "King of Southern Medicine".

For Xue Zhiwei, the only benefit of this trip was probably getting to know Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng's face showed a thoughtful expression.

Just as Chen Zhaowu jumped into the hole, a red light, visible only to himself, flashed before his eyes.

【06:00:00】

Danger countdown begins; danger level: high.

Undoubtedly, there was more than just the monk Fayuan in this cave.

Should we go in, or not?

this is a problem.

Zhou Heng pondered for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

He went to all this trouble just to get evidence that these temples were colluding with demons, didn't he?

Besides, what is danger?

Danger means gain.

When it comes down to it, why is he less pure than Chen Zhaowu?

"You two stay outside and provide backup, I'll go in and check it out."

Zhou Heng said in a deep voice.

Before Xue Zhiwei and Lü Zian could agree, he had already taken a few steps forward and arrived in front of the tower. He then reached out and twisted the candlestick, just like the monk Fayuan.

Click.

The previously closed cave entrance has been revealed again.

The crisp sound of weapons clashing echoed from the cave, interspersed with angry shouts.

Without hesitation, Zhou Heng leaped into the water.

Immediately afterwards, the opening was sealed again.

Xue Zhiwei looked helpless. Chen Zhaowu was already a headache enough, and now there was Zhou Heng as well.

Moreover, Zhou Heng seems to be even stronger and more audacious.

Having mastered the immortal arts of illusory illusions, wouldn't it be better to secretly gather evidence?

With evidence, a large number of people can be mobilized to seal off the mountain.

Do you really have to charge forward on your own?

Although somewhat reluctant, Xue Zhiwei and Lü Zian still took action.

They don't yet know how many enemies are in the temple; they need to be prepared to provide support for Zhou Heng and his companion.

…………

With a bang.

Chen Zhaowu's body slammed heavily against the stone wall and then slid to the ground.

He glanced at the long sword in his hand; the blade was completely bent.

His original sword was broken by Huang Tunan of the Tianlang Sect, and this sword was temporarily bought from Dajin County.

It was destroyed again.

Before he could utter a curse, a gust of wind rushed towards him, and a bear demon twice his height was already in front of him, striking down with its paw.

With another muffled thud, Chen Zhaowu flew through the air, rolling across the ground like a gourd.

The bear demon clasped his hands together above his head, leaped high, and was about to smash Chen Zhaowu to death.

Just as the bear demon was falling from the sky, for some unknown reason, its fist shifted downwards by a foot.

The fist that was originally going to land on Chen Zhaowu's chest slammed into the space between Chen Zhaowu's legs instead.

boom!

As the stones flew, Chen Zhaowu felt a chill in his groin.