It was the thirty-six thousand eight hundred and eighty-fourth year of the Yuanli calendar, and it was the beginning of autumn. There was Lingchu of the Yu clan, whose Taoist name was Taiwei. He was a direct disciple of the Sanqing Taoist sect, a disciple of Jiuyuan Zhenzun, and the third subordinate of Duanyi Zhenjun. disciple.
After ten calamity thunders, golden lotuses surged from the sky and the earth became the celestial phenomenon of the Purple Mansion, the rays of the sky spread out, the dragons and phoenixes chirped together, and sweet rain fell from the sky. Finally, the Nascent Soul was completed, and he was honored as the true king.
The light golden book clattered automatically without wind, and the pages were opened, finally settling on a blank piece of gold paper.
Lines of majestic and upright fonts appeared on the gold paper by themselves, line after line appearing like clouds and flowing water.
The word "position" fell, and the light golden book closed on its own with a clatter, revealing a line of large characters on the front of the book.
On the top of it is written neatly, "Chronicle of Major Events of the Taoist Sect of the Three Qing Dynasties through the Ages".
When the book was closed, a slender white hand suddenly appeared from the void, reached out to grab it, and pulled the pale golden book into the void and disappeared.
The protagonist recorded in the book, Taiwei Zhenjun Lingchu, is currently in retreat in a secret realm.
The Nascent Soul has been matured, but the injury from being struck by the thunder calamity has not fully recovered. In addition, it has just been broken through, and it still takes time to stabilize and adapt to the cultivation level.
Therefore, the newly minted Lord Taiwei continued his life of seclusion.
at the same time.
Chao State, Canglan City.
The Chao Kingdom is a mortal kingdom with a long history that has always existed in the realm headed by the Sanqing Dao Sect.
But the Immortal Sect that Chao Guo believed in was not the Sanqing Taoist Sect, but an Immortal Sect named Qingfeng Mountain.
Qingfeng Mountain is not a large sect, but the sect has a history of thousands of years, and Nascent Soul is also in charge of the sect.
There are more than ten mortal kingdoms under its jurisdiction, and Chao Kingdom is just one of them.
The Qingfeng Mountain disciples stationed here only have the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi refining.
And only the capital of Chao State had monks stationed there.
A small city in Chao State like Canglan City has no monks from Qingfeng Mountain garrisoned except for some monks who occasionally pass by.
However, Chao State was backed by Qingfeng Mountain, and Qingfeng Mountain was under the jurisdiction of the Sanqing Taoist Sect. The evil heretics did not dare to act recklessly in the areas under the jurisdiction of the five major immortal sects in the Eastern Continent. Therefore, most mortals in the Eastern Continent still lived Calm.
Apart from the hardships experienced by mortals, they were rarely disturbed by monks.
Canglan City is located in the southwest of the Chao Kingdom. The terrain is gentle and the land is fertile. In addition, the officials of the Chao Kingdom govern the Qingming Dynasty, so the people living here can live a stable life.
Plant one grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
It is autumn, and it is the harvest time of the year.
The rice in the city smells fragrant, and people with rich pockets take to the streets to buy or sell.
The inn is full of guests from south to north. There are scholars singing about the joy of harvest, businessmen discussing the price of grain this year, and people praising the good harvest of chickens and dolphins, adding wine and meat in the twelfth lunar month.
Underneath this joyous scene, there is an undercurrent.
"Several people have disappeared this month, all of whom are people from the west of the city."
In the Canglan City County Government Office, a middle-aged man wearing a police officer's clothes is tall and looks like a dragon and a tiger, but now he has a greenish-black complexion.
Sitting at the top is a young man wearing an official robe and an official hat. He is the official in charge of Canglan City.
This young official had a good family background and a smooth official career. He should have been in a prosperous time, but at this moment his face was full of solemnity and exhaustion.
"This is just what we discovered. There are many beggars wandering in the west of the city. These beggars have not been registered."
The catcher's expression changed drastically, and his thick black eyebrows frowned.
"The day before yesterday, an innkeeper came to report the incident, saying that a guest had not returned for several days, but the luggage was still in the room. The innkeeper was afraid that something might happen to the guest, so he hurriedly came to report the incident."
"Sergeant Fang, do you think there are many missing guests in this city who have not been reported?"
The young official looked solemn and asked the police officer, causing both of them to fall silent.
When a guest has not returned for a long time and left behind his belongings, most inns decide to conceal the matter because they are afraid of getting involved in a lawsuit or the waiter is greedy.
Counting those whose families never reported the crime, the beggars and homeless people who were never registered, and the innkeeper who concealed the crime and never reported it.
Detective Fang's voice was as deep as a thousand pounds, "...Based on this, the number of people who go missing every month is probably in the dozens."
"As for the earliest disappearance case, we don't know about it yet!"
The young official clenched his fist and pounded the table, gritting his teeth. If he hadn't been appointed as the new chief minister, the two or three missing cases reported by households every month would have been regarded as ordinary.
Now when we investigate, we will know the depth of the undercurrent underneath.
"This matter needs to be investigated carefully. I will also write a handwritten letter to the capital. You will have to work hard these days to watch and patrol day and night."
The case was probably not a small one, and the young officials were afraid that there might be some undercurrent of human trafficking in this small Canglan City, so they worked diligently to investigate it as a major case.
Little did he know that this case was something extraordinary.
Little did he know that Canglan City would be in great danger.
Canglan City is named Canglan because there is a Canglan River flowing through the city, which is responsible for the city's water source and canal, and irrigates thousands of acres of fertile farmland below, so that Canglan City does not have to worry about water shortage every year, and it is more frequent. There will be a good harvest.
And next to the upper reaches of the Canglan River, there is a hidden cave.
Several figures in black robes were surrounding a deep pool, with excited and excited expressions, even a little twisted.
I saw that what was flowing in this deep pool was not clean water, but smelly, dark red to black turbid water.
One of the men in black robes was dragging an unconscious adult man in his hand, and the other hand was holding a sharp blade with a cold light.
With a sinister smile on his face, the man in black robe grabbed the man's hair and raised his head high, exposing his neck.
The sharp blade cut across the neck mercilessly, and blood rushed out, all of which fell into the deep pool.
The hot blood fell into the deep pool, and the turbid water was like boiling hot water, with bloody foam emerging one after another.
There was a strange swallowing sound from the bottom of the pool, as if the deep pool was swallowing blood one bite at a time.
All the people in black robes around them looked excited. The remaining people in black robes looked at each other and turned their attention to the unconscious mortals in the cave.
One after another, silent massacres were carried out in this hidden cave.
The water in the deep pool became increasingly turbid as time passed, and a strong, sticky and cold aura slowly filled the entire cave.
And deep in the cave, next to the deep pool, the mountain of corpses piled with white bones was added to the pile of several pale corpses.
If anyone sees this mountain of corpses, they will find that there are probably no less than a thousand bones in this mountain of corpses.
"Not enough... not enough... more... more..."
There seemed to be a dull, low voice echoing in the deep pool.
The people in black robes around them were kneeling on the ground, their eyes full of madness, their eyes red as blood.
(End of chapter)
