Chen Xiu's eyes changed slightly, and he murmured softly: "Wu Sheng Cult?"
"Child, keep your voice down." The old man seemed a little panicked. He looked around and said very carefully: "This is prohibited by the government."
"Since the imperial government has banned it, wouldn't it be evil? Then it should be reported to the imperial court! Why do you think so?" Chen Xiu pretended to be puzzled.
The old man helped Chen Xiu get on the bullock cart and said softly: "My child, the old man has little education, is illiterate, and does not understand the evil and righteous ways of the world. The old man only knows that if there is no master of the Wu Sheng Sect, the old man's life will be lost. Gone."
"Do you want to treat illnesses? I remember there are quite a few medical clinics in the city, right?" Chen Xiu was a little confused.
well--
The old man sighed deeply and said softly: "The harvest in the past two years has been poor, with strong winds and heavy rains. After paying the court's taxes, the millet in the fields is only enough to barely fill the stomach. Where does the money come from to go to the medical clinic?" "
Chen Xiu held his chin and said calmly: "Is the imperial court's taxation so heavy now?"
"Yes. Sometimes, the old man thinks that living is really a suffering, so he might as well just leave. But looking at the two dolls in the room, he still chooses to live." There was a trace of sadness on the old man's face. Gentle meaning, showing a simple smile.
"Thank you for your hard work, old man." Chen Xiu said softly.
The old man drove the ox cart lightly and said with a smile: "It's hard work, but it's not hard work. After all, the child's mother passed away early, and the plague left three years ago. The child's father was recruited by the imperial court to dig the Grand Canal. There has been no news for so many years, I’m afraid I won’t be able to come back.”
The old man's words were very calm, but Chen Xiu could feel the sadness in his words.
"However, in troubled times, being able to live well is the greatest happiness. I heard that in the war in the north, many families were destroyed and their lives were unknown. In Jiangling, there have been people who have fled into the city recently. It is said that there are some People have rebelled. It seems to be called [Xiao Mian]." The old man said with a smile, but he was in a good mood.
Xiao Mian? King Xiaoliang? One of the eighteen rebel kings in the troubled times of the late Sui Dynasty?
Chen Xiu's eyes changed slightly.
The wheels of history have begun to turn. The sun has set in the Sui Dynasty, and there is not much time left for ourselves.
"Uu——"
The bullock cart entered the city and stopped beside a street.
"Old man, are you confused? Why did you bring others here so casually? Have you forgotten what the master once said?" The sound of quarrels fell in Chen Xiu's ears. It seemed that because of his arrival, he made The followers of Wusheng Cult were a little angry.
"This child looked pitiful, and he was limping even when he walked on the road. I thought that the master might be able to cure him, so I took him with me on the way. Do you think you can be accommodating?" The old man said with a smile. said softly.
"Now that the old man has said so. If we continue to be unaccommodating, won't we be inhumane?" The leading man shook his head slightly, walked to Chen Xiu's side, and said indifferently: "Raise your hand."
Chen Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "What are you doing?"
"Drip blood! The master said that anyone who wants to join the religion must melt his soul with a drop of blood and swear an oath in front of the Empress Wusheng to prove his intention! You are not afraid anymore, are you?" There is something in the strong man's eyes. It was cold, and he gently took out a white marble bowl.
The coldness and coldness broke out, quite a bit spiritual.
Chen Xiu's eyes changed slightly. Under the insight of his soul, this was a top-notch spiritual weapon!
What's even more frightening is that this spiritual weapon actually has the effect of a spell that transcends the world.
"Those who violate their oaths will be exterminated after death? No wonder the Wusheng Cult has never been found in the huge Beitang Mansion. The method is quite clever, but it's a pity that they met me! Back then, Mr. Hu San's [Tianhu Oath], I can fiddle with the thread of cause and effect to resolve it. I am now far better than I was then." Chen Xiu chuckled softly in his heart, and the bright red dripped from his fingertips.
The moment he poured into the white marble bowl, the golden vertical pupils between Chen Xiu's eyebrows opened and closed slightly.
A dark and profound line of cause and effect, ancient and long-lasting, originates from the depths of the white marble bowl, and even more from the vast horizon.
"How could I let you succeed..." The corners of Chen Xiu's mouth curved up.
He gently raised his hand, and as blood dripped from his fingertips, the "Glass Qianyuan Lamp" in his dantian bloomed with thousands of rays of light.
The ancient and time-honored line of cause and effect appeared extremely clear between his eyes.
"Found it." Chen Xiu whispered softly.
The five fingers were gently raised and moved slightly in the void.
There are black and white hair flickering on the fingertips.
Invisible ripples appeared, and the ancient thread of cause and effect sank into nothingness and fell on the body of the big man in front of him!
There was a faint arc of light passing through the white marble bowl.
"Little brother, what do you call me?" The strong man instantly became much more friendly, with a smile on his face.
In his opinion, Chen Xiu was already one of his own at this moment.
"My name is Ye Aotian." The corners of Chen Xiu's mouth raised slightly, revealing a playful smile.
Wu Sheng Sect is, after all, one of the ancient sects in the world and has a long heritage.
He wouldn't use his real name!
What's more, Chen Xiu grinned, and the golden eyes between his eyebrows looked real.
A scarlet line of cause and effect originated from him and slowly spread towards the distance.
"I remember Qin Fengdian mentioned it to me. When a person is about to die, the blood in his heart is the most gloomy, cold and fierce! In the folklore of the land of Jingchu, it is a treasure that can break the seal. He suspected, The old guys from Wu Sheng Cult may have obtained an ancient divine weapon!"
"Today's white marble bowl makes me more convinced of this. After all, ordinary oaths are swallowed up like the [Sky Fox Oath]. But the Wusheng Sect is guarded by Yinhan Spirit Soldiers and disappears. The blood is pure yang and turns into yin. Perhaps the real intention of Wusheng Cult is to take the blood of many people and inject it into the ancient divine soldiers to find the people they need."
"This is also related to the many unsolved disappearances in the North Hall of the Law-Suppressing God Martial Hall!"
........
There are a few strands of sandalwood floating in the extremely quiet Zen room.
Solemn and heavy.
"Madam, this is the blood of those who joined the religion today." The man in black spoke softly.
Between the jade bowl in his hand, dots of mottled blood seemed to be floating in the clear water like stars.
Drop by drop, it seems like solidified pearls.
"Let's try it and see if there is anyone with strong blood." The lady said softly.
Drop after drop of blood fell into what seemed to be an altar, the blood glowing faintly.
boom!
Suddenly, when a drop of blood fell, the blood was shining in the sky! !
"Then, whose blood is that?" There was a bit of shock in the madam's beautiful eyes!
What a huge amount of blood!
A drop of blood has such power!
If he were to be refined, he would be worth tens of thousands of people! !
"Madam, I am the person who joined the religion today. My name is Ye Aotian!"
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