There is only one day left before the City God Festival is held.
Huncheng City is already very lively.
At that time, every household must send at least one person to the City God Temple to worship. If there is only one person in the family and it is inconvenient to go due to injury or other reasons, the sacrifice is not required.
At this time, even Qixia Street, where only a few families lived, was covered with red lanterns.
Jiang Wang was lying on a wicker chair in the front yard.
He listened to the slightly noisy sound outside and thought that the green robe, white robe and purple robe monk were tied together and were basically inseparable. If they were enemies, they should not target just the purple robe monk.
Even though Feng Linghuai had the ability to kill the monks, it was impossible to fight one against three, so he chose to defeat them one by one.
Perhaps it was because the green-robed and white-robed monks had never been separated, or because his apprentice was killed, that Feng Linghuai did not take any further action, and instead placed his primary target on himself.
Jiang Wang had reason to suspect that whenever he found an opportunity, Feng Linghuai would kill the green-robed and white-robed monks as much as possible.
Because on the day of the City God Festival, people who go out will try their best to go home, and the defense of Hun City will be tighter than in the past.
If Feng Linghuai wanted to take action, he would either have to do it today, or he could only wait until the City God's Temple Fair was over.
But the Chenghuang Temple Fair lasts for ten days, and plans often fail to keep up with changes. No one knows what will happen in ten days.
Jiang Wang hopes that Feng Linghuai will be braver.
Don't be so stubborn.
But before Feng Linghuai waited, at two o'clock in the morning, someone else visited Xunyang Houfu.
It was the white-robed monk who opened the door.
Standing outside the door of the mansion was a middle-aged man in a blue brocade robe, followed by a little girl, holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, chewing it until his mouth was filled with oil.
"Who are you two?" The white-robed monk's eyes fell on the middle-aged man's brocade robe, his expression suddenly changed, his posture immediately lowered, and he said cautiously: "But is it your Majesty the Qingxuan Department?"
The man in brocade robe raised his eyebrows slightly, "Dongming monk?"
He looked inside the Hou Mansion, his brows gradually deepening.
What a strong evil spirit!
The white-robed monk thought that Mr. Jiang was really extraordinary, and even the big shots from the Qingxuan Department came to visit him. He said with great fear: "I am just a young monk in the Yue Man West Tower. I don't know the authority of the Qingxuan Department, so I can't." Welcome from afar, I hope you will forgive me."
The man in brocade robes said in a deep voice: "Why are the monks from Yue Man West Tower here?"
The white-robed monks did not dare to lie. Although Yue Man Xilou was not involved with the court, he was even more afraid of the court.
He told everything about his visit to Huncheng to search for immortal traces, his encounter with Jiang Wang, and the murder of the monster Aoyin and the purple-robed monk.
The Yuyuan Academy, which also belongs to the imperial court, is far less intimidating to the monks in the world than the Qingxuan Department. It can be said that except for the leaders of the major sects, there is no one who does not respect or even fear the Qingxuan Department.
The man in brocade robe looked at the trembling monk in white robe, remained silent for a moment, then passed him directly and walked towards the Hou Mansion.
The little girl gnawing on the chicken legs glanced at the white-robed monk, as if she had some pity.
This left the white-robed monk confused.
...
Jiang Wang lay comfortably on the wicker chair.
Rattan chairs are placed under the banyan tree.
The green-robed monk was waiting aside, his posture was much more qualified than Zhao Si's.
But with the arrival of the two monks in Qingpao, Zhao Si was satisfied.
He spent the whole day in his room studying paintings without being disturbed.
The white-robed monk quickly ran to Jiang Wang and whispered: "Mr. Jiang, the master of Qingxuan Department is here."
Before Jiang Wang could ask, the man in brocade robes had already appeared in his field of vision with the little girl gnawing on chicken drumsticks.
"It turns out it's you, greedy little girl."
Jiang Wang's eyes immediately fell on the little girl.
The little girl also recognized Jiang Wang and subconsciously hid the chicken legs behind her.
Jiang Wang looked depressed.
He was just idle and bored, so he sat in front of the tailor shop on Qixia Street and took a few more glances, but he was actually being taken advantage of by the little girl.
"Are you Jiang Wang?"
The man in brocade robes smiled lightly and said: "It is indeed a good skill. As a demon, there are two monks guarding you."
Jiang Wang pointed at himself, "Are you talking to me?"
The man in brocade robes said: "There is a lot of evil in this place. I think you have a lot of knowledge, but it's a pity that you met me. Today, I will surrender you, and I can add another piece to my demon-slaying book."
Jiang Wang's face became serious, he looked at the white-robed monk beside him and said, "Why did you bring in a hysterical person?"
The white-robed monk was very shocked. He looked at the man in brocade robes and said, "How can this sir talk nonsense and say that Mr. Jiang is a monster?"
The green-robed monk had already launched his flying sword. As soon as the other person's words came out, he knew that the person who came was not good.
Even though he is a big shot in the Qingxuan Department, he is willing to risk his life for Mr. Jiang.
The man in brocade robes chuckled and said: "I'm afraid you two were kept in the dark. This person is a demon. Don't think that he is a little favor to you, so you will try your best to protect him. This demon is lurking in Hun City, and he will even kill his own kind. You will definitely This is a big conspiracy, I hope you don’t know the truth, come to my side now, and I will let go of the past.”
The white-robed monk finally realized the problem and said angrily: "This is nonsense! Although the Qingxuan Office has the important task of supervising the monks of the Sui Dynasty and subjugating demons, it is really the greatest absurdity in the world to arbitrarily identify others as demons. !”
"How come I can't feel the evil spirit in this place?"
The man in brocade robes said in a deep voice: "That's because you were deceived by monsters and your realm is low. This monster's path is still above Aoyin. How can you, a young monk like you, easily perceive it?"
Jiang Wang was thoughtful. He looked up at the banyan tree and said, "There was indeed a demon here. The demonic energy you sensed should belong to that demon."
The man in brocade robe said: "That demon must be you. This argument is too ridiculous."
"I originally had my doubts when I learned that there was a demon lurking in the Huncheng Marquis' Mansion, but the facts have proven that this statement is true. I only believe in what I perceive. If I can reveal the hidden purpose, I may let you die. Gotta take it easy.”
Jiang Wang wondered if it was Miss Shu who was responsible?
The whole city of Hun said that he was a monster, and no one else could be found.
The white-robed monk drew his sword directly, with a gloomy look on his face, "I thought he was a distinguished guest, but I didn't expect him to be a bad guest. He insulted Mr. Jiang with his words, which is worse than humiliating me. Today I want to learn from the abilities of the Qingxuan Department monks!"
He drew his sword first.
The green-robed monk followed closely behind.
The man in brocade robes said in a deep voice: "Since he is stubborn and helps the tyrants to do evil, Qingxuan Department has a sword that can kill demons and suppress monks!"
He just finished speaking.
Then two flying swords flashed out of thin air.
The two monks in green robes were entangled with Feijian, but they couldn't even get close to the man in golden robes.
The little girl gnawing on the chicken legs walked straight towards Jiang Wang.
"Are the chicken legs delicious?"
Jiang Wang sat leisurely on the wicker chair.
The little girl paused, then quickly finished eating the chicken legs, threw the chicken bones towards Jiang Wang, and curled her lips and said, "Do you want to eat it?"
Jiang Wang looked down at the chicken bones covered with soil and smiled: "Little girl, fighting and killing things are not suitable for you. How about I get you something delicious and squat down next to play in the mud?"
The little girl raised her head, and a large scythe instantly appeared in her hand, "My name is A Kong, and I am already over 10 years old."
Jiang Wang was shocked.
Turns out she's a big girl?
But the figure is so small and exquisite.
"Although she is old enough to get married, she is still a little girl."
Akong's face turned cold immediately. She was not stupid, so she naturally understood what Jiang Wang meant.
The little girl who was originally very cute chewing chicken drumsticks seems to have entered another extreme now.
There was a crackling sound in the air, and it was hard to tell that the oil-stained black dress was fluttering in the wind. Her hair was covered with black hair, her eyes became extremely cold, and the scythe in her hand even gave off a forced feeling. The chill of man.
"Why are there two faces?!"
The maniac almost overturned the wicker chair, and Jiang Wang held on tightly, his body swaying with the swing of the wicker chair.
"Mr. Jiang!" Even though he knew that Jiang Wang didn't need him to save him at all, the white-robed monk still struggled to be stabbed by the flying sword of the brocade-robed man and rushed towards Akong as fast as possible.
A beam of cold light burst out, and the scythe in Akong's hand slashed directly at the white-robed monk.
The sickle collided with the long sword. The figure of the white-robed monk was still moving forward, but the sword in his hand was knocked away and even broke into pieces.
Akong took advantage of the situation and kicked out, causing the white-robed monk to spurt blood and fall to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the green-robed monk was slightly distracted, and the next moment, he was hit in the head by a flying sword.
The man in brocade robes sneered: "Is this all you have?"
Jiang Wang stabilized the wicker chair, took a breath, and couldn't believe it, "Although I guessed that you were weak, I didn't expect you to be so weak."
The white-robed monk was ashamed.
In fact, he shouldn't have lost so quickly.
The moment he came into contact with A Kong, he clearly understood that the little girl was only in the realm of the underworld.
Logically speaking, in the same realm, he has deeper cultivation and more experience, so there is no way this would be the result.
But in fact, the force with which Akong slashed out the sickle was quite fierce. As the saying goes, if one move is missing, the whole game will be lost. This is something that is difficult to make up for in an instant.
Jiang Wang thought that the two monks in white robes were fighting to the death to protect them, and what he said was very inappropriate, so he comforted him: "It doesn't matter, victory or defeat is a common thing for soldiers. Let me help you take revenge."
A Kong changed his face, and his aura was indeed terrifying, but it also increased Jiang Wang's combat power.
He finally stood up from the wicker chair.
He picked up the long night knife lying next to him.
The blade pointed at the flying sword that was pressed against the green-robed monk's forehead, and then the flying sword fell lightly to the ground like a kite with its string broken.
The moment the green-robed monk got out of trouble, he immediately withdrew, helped the white-robed monk up, and retreated to Jiang Wang's side.
The man in brocade robes had a solemn expression. He seemed to have lost control of the flying sword just now, and it seemed that some force had directly cut off his connection with the flying sword.
This demon is really fierce!
"Akong, come back." Another sword appeared in the hand of the man in brocade robes, and he stared at Jiang Wang cautiously.
Things seem to be more difficult than imagined.
When A Kong retreated behind him, the man in brocade robes said in a deep voice: "It seems that I am going to refresh my demon-slaying book today."
