After sending seven or eight messages in a row, Shi Huaian clasped his fists and hurriedly flew west, taking away the biggest gain of the trip, the two extracted souls of second-level shaman cultivators, and two important witchcraft weapons.
At this time, the surviving village elders, Li Zheng and others in the town, as well as several people from the Daolu branch, organized young people to resettle the homeless people, uniformly treat the injured, collect the deceased in a centralized manner, and arrange for cold clothing and food. Degrees and other things.
There was a big disaster in the town, so it was first important to take care of the living, and there was no harm in keeping the dead alive for a few more days.
The weather was bad, so it took a lot of time for You Xi and others from the nearby town and the county government officials to rush over.
Fu Gujing put down her hands that were holding fists in salute, and then she had time to care about the pale junior sister who was wiping away the blood on her face, and asked: "How is your injury? Don't hold on, why don't you go back to the mountain gate for a while to recuperate? Don't damage it. The foundation.”
Yun Qiuhe rolled his eyes and said: "Don't send a message to my master to make her worry. I used the elixir and adjusted my breathing for two days. It's fine. There's no need to make a fuss about a minor injury. I'm not that bad." Delicate.”
She was wrapped in an old cloak that someone gave her, covering the bloody wounds on her back.
Fu Gujing had no choice but to think about the past two days. He asked a doctor and monk who was good at healing wounds from the county to make him feel reassured. He glanced in the direction of Xihe Mountain in the wind and snow and asked, "You left town earlier. Have you paid attention to the situation on the mountain over there?"
Yun Qiuhe snorted and laughed, "Senior brother, don't worry, those two people are doing well and have not been harmed. A mist has risen on the mountain. Maybe they were focused on cultivating and did not hear the movement from our side."
"If you live in the world and don't pay attention to worldly affairs, if you don't wipe away the dust and sharpen your mind, all your hard work will be in vain."
Fu Gujing shook her head.
How could we not hear the two fireworks notifications in the town despite not being far apart?
He was very disappointed with those two people. One of them was a fellow sect of Xuanyun Temple. He had been stuck in the perfection state of Huaqi for many years and could not break out. He was sent by the sect to Xihe Mountain to guard the drunken flower slope.
He didn't want to mention the two of them anymore. When he saw Guanzhu Zhang bending down to pick up things in the snow from time to time, he joked: "Brother Zhang, what treasure are you picking up? Remember the rules of the world, everyone who sees them has a share."
Zhang Wenfeng tossed the thorn-hooked wire vine seeds in the palm of his hand: "I have to take back the spell-casting methods I arranged earlier. One less seed will be used at a loss, Brother Fu."
Fu Gujing remembered the details of Brother Zhang's previous provocation of the second-level witch cultivator. The situation was urgent at that time, and he did not think carefully. He said angrily: "I was reckless. I only wanted to lure the shaman cultivator thieves here. It was in vain." You make some arrangements."
"Brother Fu also thought about me, and I feel so kind. Besides, the result is the same. It just took a little more trouble. Brother Fu doesn't have to do this."
Zhang Wenfeng smiled and said polite words.
Chen Qingqiao and Zhu He came back from their busy work and were using tools to dig out the icy ground where the wizard beast had penetrated.
Listening to what Taoist Master Shi said before leaving, the frozen black water was some kind of sinister water witchcraft prepared in advance, mixed with the use of quicksand witchcraft. As the witchcraft failed, the witchcraft that was swallowed up The carcasses of the beasts are still found underground.
Chen Qingqiao's head no longer hurts and he is full of energy. If he digs out the corpse of the witch beast, he can get a lot of rewards.
Yun Qiuhe suddenly asked: "Senior brother, the harvest is not small this time, right?"
She made a double entendre, asking about the gains from interrogating living souls, and about the trophies harvested from those witch cultivators. She didn't care much, and wanted to ask for some compensation and profit sharing for Chen Qingqiao and the others.
Look at Guanzhu Chen being so unlucky and losing an inherited magic weapon. How can you bear it?
Fu Gujing smiled and said: "It's okay, brothers have all worked hard. When I go back and ask the hospital master for instructions, the loot will be converted into spiritual energy stones and distributed as much as possible to make up for the loss. The rest of the rewards will be accepted by the county and city, which will take some time. to receive it.”
He didn't say a word about the interrogation of souls or the sudden unexpected incident.
The living soul imprisoned in the magic weapon cannot even commit suicide. Using some underhanded methods, the living soul can easily be tortured to the point where life is worse than death.
The results of the interrogation were beyond imagination. It was finally clear that the shaman cultivator and the thief were fighting to be exposed, even at the cost of their lives, in order to take away-->>
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Taking the official treasures and Kanyu map, it is said that by gathering the three official treasures, a hidden ruins can be opened.
The purpose of ambush and sneak attack on them was to collect the monks' essence, blood and soul, borrow their corpses to sneak into Xiling County, avoid the detection and suppression of the formation, and then launch a violent attack to kill them in one fell swoop and seize the official treasure they were determined to obtain.
The two people who attacked Qingshui Guan and Chen Qingqiao were secretly sent by Jie Zhiquan, but they were captured by the witch cultivators on the way and controlled by witchcraft. They committed that evil deed in order to lure them out of the city. Currently, the two The people and the boatman had long since been destroyed.
No matter how big the background of Jie Zhiquan is in Jiuhe Palace, its outcome has been decided, and there is no way to escape the word "death". When Jiuhe Palace gets part of the confession file given by the patrol envoy, for the sake of reputation, it will be dealt with according to the rules of the house. , we must also give an explanation to the Zhoucheng Daolu Branch.
Fortunately, the junior sister was able to withstand the ambush attacks of the two second-level shaman cultivators and held on to buy them time.
Fortunately, Brother Zhang was able to deal with the wizard beast in one move and took the initiative.
The biggest gain was that by interrogating the souls of two second-level witch cultivators respectively, they dug out two hidden lairs of shaman cultivators in the remote forests of Da'an. Without asking more questions, Taoist Master Shi was busy reporting and gathering experts to encircle and suppress them. It should be possible to have A huge gain.
Unfortunately, while inspecting a blood-colored jade-carved witchcraft weapon, I accidentally triggered a deeply hidden mark inside it, destroying the evil weapon that collected monks' souls and blood essence, and almost destroyed the shaman soul guarding it. escape.
It is possible that the master witch cultivator has already alerted one of the lairs?
The junior sister is careless and does not know the importance of it. Fu Gujing will not reveal a word. It has nothing to do with trust or not. This is the rule.
When Yun Qiuhe heard what her senior brother said, she didn't ask any questions. She flew into the air and inspected the town.
Zhang Wenfeng collected all the seeds of the thorn-crown vine scattered in the snow, found a shovel, and dug with Chen Qingqiao and the others. The deeper they went, the sand had not yet completely solidified. It took about two-quarters of an hour to reduce the size of the area by half. The earth witch beast dug it out and took out the two corpses below.
By noon, the Taoist priests from the nearby Taoist temple, You Xi and Xiang Yong from the two nearby towns, and the county lieutenant from the county town came with a large number of people in the snow to take over the follow-up matters in the town.
Fu Gujing and Yun Qiuhe led a few people to drive the carriage back to the county town to escort the corpse of the witch cultivator, the trophies, and the remains of the brothers who died.
Zhang Wenfeng followed Chen Qingqiao to Qingshui Temple to rest, leaving three Taoist soldiers in the town to assist.
The two of them were in front and the donkey was behind, walking on the way up the mountain.
"Master Zhang, if you have some free time, can you help me check the terrain of Qingshui Temple and give me some suggestions on formation?"
"...To be honest, I was able to set up the Fairy Mountain Gate formation entirely thanks to the ready-made formation map. If you don't mind, I can help you set up a few separate small formations on the top of the mountain. If any thieves dare to invade, they can use the formation to counterattack, or temporarily avoid it, and then you can set up the big formation yourself later."
"Zhang Guanzhu has great righteousness and Qingqiao Minggan. No one dares to forget it. Taoist ancestor is compassionate!"
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
"..."
In the evening, after finishing evening classes at the Qingshui Temple Hall, Zhang Wenfeng and Chen Qingqiao, who insisted on going there to help, braved the snow to arrive at Xihezhou Town, where calm had returned.
In the open space of the ruins of the Red Courtyard, the county captain had already arranged to build a shed that could cover the snow but not the wind as required.
The two Taoist priests looked solemn as they burned incense, chanted sutras, and burned paper to pray for the souls of the dead.
Outside the shed, in the snow, boys and girls wearing filial piety were kneeling down in batches. Each batch was only allowed one stick of incense to kneel down. The suppressed weeping and the chanting of rhythmic scriptures mixed together in the snowy night sky. The most tragic song of life and death in the world.
The cold wind swirls the fragrant mist, which disappears without a trace.
When he was waiting for his son, the sound of the clapper sounded, Zhang Wenfeng got up and went for a walk in the snow. He held the incense and recited sutras alone with a mixed rhythm. He watched the few remaining souls who had washed away their grievances enter the underworld with the soul-inducing incense. He stood up and knelt down. The people thanked in the snow.
After the ritual was completed, he and Chen Qingqiao returned happily.
While living in the mortal world, what one cultivates is a state of mind that is dustless.
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