The Daxuan Demon Slayer Division is a violent organization independent of the court, directly under the jurisdiction of the royal family. It was formerly the famous Jinyiwei, but was later split into two departments due to infighting within the royal family.
One of them is still the Jin Yiwei, who are responsible for direct guards, patrols and arrests.
The other part became the Daxuan Demon-Slaying Division, which laid secrets with all the prefectures, counties and towns in the world. It was responsible for passing on information, and it also had the ability to slay demons, slay ghosts and eliminate evil.
In the local area, the Demon Slayer Division has great privileges.
Sometimes, some local troops can even be mobilized to assist them in fighting.
Of course, in order to limit their rights, their powers are strictly limited to the category of demons and ghosts, which means that only if 'demons and ghosts' are involved, they will have a chance to appear.
If not, then sorry, the Demon Slayer Division has no right to interfere.
But even so, the current Demon Slayer Division is a violent organization and intelligence agency that is rarely rivaled in Daxuan, and its tentacles extend to almost every corner of Daxuan.
At the same time, the Demon Slaying Department is also the government department that has the closest connection with the Xianwu Sect.
On the one hand, when they encounter monsters that they cannot solve, they can ask for help from nearby sects, and the Immortal Sect has the obligation and responsibility to provide necessary assistance.
This is also a rule set by Taizu Daxuan, and it is the basis for monks from various major immortal sects to accept local offerings and national recognition.
Take the Xinghe Sword Sect as an example. As the most powerful sect in Yunzhou, the Golden Imperial edict they received from the Emperor of the People, "Eternal Town of Yunzhou" is not just words, but rights and obligations that are implemented in practice.
Similarly, there is not only one Galaxy Sword Sect in Yunzhou.
Other immortal cultivating sects, as long as they are registered in the Daxuan Dynasty, have their own jurisdiction.
On the other hand, asking for help when the situation is about to end is ultimately too slow.
Therefore, each major sect will also send a group of disciples to join the Demon Slaying Department as permanent personnel.
This is also a good way out for some disciples who are obsessed with the world and have no hope of progressing.
It should be said that although Daxuan has been a country for more than five hundred years, as a huge imperial court that governs thousands of miles of territory, the relationship between it and the sects has been handled fairly well, at least there is no absolute confrontation.
The two sides may have conflicts and confrontations, but they are all secret. On the surface, the close cooperation is never small.
And this is not because those high-ranking emperors and emperors don't want to keep their word and do as they say.
It's not like they can tolerate such a group of 'non-staff' who are not under his control.
It is simply that the external environment does not allow for excessive internal fighting and consumption.
When Mo Chengjun pressed the cloud head, the sun was already in the west, and there were thousands of rays of light in the sky, gorgeous and beautiful.
After he entered Yong'an City, the sky was almost dark, but he didn't delay at all and went straight to the Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division.
At the door of the Yamen, he revealed his identity and told the purpose of his visit. The two concierge guards were also discerning people. Just by looking up and down, they knew that the person in front of them was not an ordinary person, so they immediately went inside to report.
Then, Mo Chengjun met a chief clerk of the Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division.
The chief clerk's surname was Sun. He was a middle-aged man in his forties. His hair was a little gray, and he didn't have much mana or internal energy fluctuations, but his eyes were still bright.
However, after Mo Chengjun made his intention clear, he showed a look of embarrassment.
Mo Chengjun frowned slightly: "What? Master Sun, I just want to check the records. Is it so difficult?"
"This..." Master Sun was hesitant and speechless:
Mo Chengjun's brows furrowed even more tightly, he groped his chin, and said strangely: "I haven't gone down the mountain for a long time, has the world changed?
Or is it that the brand name of our Galaxy Sword Sect is no longer loud?
Or maybe you think my sword cultivator’s temper has improved? "
When he said this, Mo Chengjun moved his mind slightly, and it seemed as if a breeze began to pull away the air around him, making the atmosphere instantly stagnant.
No way, sometimes, people who are hard to talk can get things done more easily than people who are easy to talk!
Master Sun felt like a fish out of water, with his mouth wide open but unable to breathe much fresh air.
He was horrified and shouted quickly: "No, Immortal, please listen to me, please listen to me."
Mo Chengjun withdrew his spiritual thoughts and said, "Speak!"
Chief Secretary Sun gasped for air and said with a wry smile: "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I'm just a chief secretary.
If you want to ask for specific information about this matter, you have to find money from Baihu. "
Mo Chengjun said unceremoniously: "Then go and get this money from hundreds of households? I'll wait here."
"this……"
Mo Chengjun's eyes became more and more dangerous: "Do you have a problem?"
"No, no, I'll arrange for someone to go there. If not, I'll go by myself!"
"You'd better hurry up, I'll be unhappy if you're late!"
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away."
Master Sun ran away, leaving only Mo Chengjun sitting in the hall, frowning slightly and thinking quietly.
Although he has never been down the mountain, Mo Chengjun has also heard Baling'er boast that the Xinghe Sword Sect is a local emperor in Yunzhou. Although it is not to the point of speaking out, it is not something that a small town chief would dare to neglect.
But it is even more impossible to say that the chief secretary has no experience and has never heard of the power of the Galaxy Sword Sect.
So, why?
With this in mind, he looked outside again, and as far as he could see, it was already dark.
The chief clerk did not come back after he left, and the entire Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division seemed unusually quiet, too quiet.
A full hour had passed by this time, but Mo Chengjun had calmed down his emotions. He sat upright, eyes slightly closed, his expression became more and more calm, and he seemed to be no longer anxious.
It wasn't until the sound of rapid footsteps came that he opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and looked towards the door.
The quiet Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division suddenly became lively, with dozens of faint torches approaching quickly.
Before anyone arrived, laughter could already be heard, followed by a rough and heroic voice: "This fellow Taoist has invited me. Qian is away on business, so I'm a little late. Please forgive me, fellow Taoist."
But I saw a fat man with a wide body and a fat body walking into the living room.
Although he is fat, his steps are extremely light. When he greets Mo Chengjun, he directly bows his head and bows.
"In Yong'an City, there are hundreds of demon-slaying divisions, and the Fufeng Sect has a lot of money. I've seen this fellow Taoist!"
Mo Chengjun squinted slightly and saw that this man seemed to have a breeze wrapped around his body, dragging his huge body. Even if he stopped, he still didn't stop.
But this breeze was really just a breeze. It did not spread, but remained constant at a threshold. Its continuous and stable characteristics made Mo Chengjun's eyes light up.
Farther away, outside the door, a group of people walked by carrying a bull demon.
The bull demon was huge and covered in blood. It took more than a dozen people to lift it, and it had to shout a slogan as it moved.
After just a quick glance, Mo Chengjun stood up, made a Taoist salute, and said: "Galaxy Sword Sect, Mo Chengjun, I have met Taoist friends, but this time I came to ask for something."
As if he heard the name of Xinghe Sword Sect, the smile on Qian Li's fat face became even brighter. He waved his hand and said: "The word 'begging' is superfluous. If you have anything, just ask, fellow Taoist."
As he spoke, he looked at the people behind him, waved his hands and said, "You all go down and make a pot of good tea."
Behind him, a group of big men came in and quickly retreated, closing the door thoughtfully.
After the two of them were seated, Qian Li was the first to speak: "I'm sorry, I really neglected fellow Taoist today, and I had no choice but to make fellow Taoist wait for so long.
You have also seen that a cow demon is causing trouble in the village. I went out to catch the demon. I just came back. I heard the news of the arrival of fellow Taoists, so I came here immediately. "
Seeing that his face was still tired and his clothes were stained with plant dust, Mo Chengjun nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoist Qian. You are worthy of the title of Daxuan Demon Slayer Division."
"It's your duty and you don't deserve praise from fellow Taoists!"
The smile on Qian Lili's fat face became even brighter, but he hesitated slightly and said, "Just now, when fellow Taoist disciples first came here, they must have been making things difficult for them, Master Sun. I'm here to apologize first."
Mo Chengjun's eyes narrowed slightly: "How did Brother Qian know? Could it be that Chief Sun admitted it himself?"
"That old fox, how could he be like this?"
Qian Li smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "No need for others to tell me, I can guess it. Brother Dao, do you know the composition of the personnel in this Demon Slaying Department?"
"Huh? Does it have anything to do with this?"
"There are some people in the Demon Slaying Division who were born in sects like mine and were sent from outside. Although we have joined the Demon Slaying Division, in the final analysis we are still in the sect.
There are also some people who are appointed by the imperial court, and their sons inherit their father's business and pass it down from generation to generation.
They are the real local snakes, and those born in a sect like me will naturally be repulsed.
And the chief registrar Sun is a hereditary chief registrar position.
Although he has little strength, this position has been passed down for more than three generations, and many outsiders from the sect like us are repelled. "
Having said this, Qian Li seemed a little angry: "I heard that it was the fellow Taoist Master Sun received, so I knew he would not have anything good to say.
Sure enough, even though fellow Taoist disciples have been here for so long, no one has offered them a cup of tea. Damn it! "
Faction fighting?
Sure enough, this kind of thing is inevitable wherever you go.
However, this was not what Mo Chengjun was concerned about. He spoke directly, skipping these and going straight to the topic.
"Fellow Taoist Qian, Taoist friend should know very well what I am doing here. Can you provide me with a copy of the record?"
"Of course it's okay, but there are some things I still have to ask?"
"Please say?"
"In the mandrill case, who are the names of the personnel sent by your sect? Which peak are they from? How high is their cultivation level?"
"Ba Ling'er, from the Wuhui Peak, is in the middle stage of foundation building!"
"After that, someone seems to have come looking for me. Do you know who it is?"
"Oh, that means the other team has already arrived? They should be my senior brother and an uncle, five people in total. My uncle has a golden elixir cultivation level."
"Now that they have arrived, what about you?"
"They are the main force. I was just worried, so I came over to take a look."
"It seems that Taoist Ba has a lot of connections, right?" Qian Li couldn't help but ask again:
Mo Chengjun smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "That's natural. Bage's wife, Senior Sister Zhao Rulan from Siji Peak, is the true disciple of a certain sect elder. We can only be regarded as the vanguard."
"Yes, that's right! Then can I see your identity token?"
"Of course!" Mo Chengjun agreed, but the token he took out was his identity token when he was an inner disciple.
Qian Li looked through it for a while, then handed it back with a smile, and explained: "Sorry, I was too cautious."
"It doesn't matter, I think we should be cautious!"
"Thank you for your understanding, Brother Dao." After saying that, Qian Lili said loudly: "Everyone, come in."
The door opened in response, and two big men stepped in. One of them was carrying tea, put it down and walked out.
The other person put down a pile of books and stood behind Qian Li.
Qian Li patted the book and said, "This is the record of the Mandrill case. Everything is here. Fellow Taoists can look through it at will."
He pointed to the muscular man standing next to him and said: "This is my subordinate flag officer, Zhou Tian, who is also the demon-hunting guard in this mandrill case.
Can you ask him any questions? "
