When Han Bachi finished reciting it, this order originating from Ji Ping'an was transmitted to various nodes on the dark network in Zhongzhou through the mysterious magical weapons scattered across Jiuzhou.
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Zhongzhou, inside a hook fence somewhere.
Melodious music floated in the air, and in the center of the colorfully decorated pavilion, a group of boldly dressed women danced in light gauze clothes.
At the tables scattered around, a famous guest was drinking and admiring, and from time to time there were literati and poets showing off a few lines of poetry. The atmosphere was warm and exciting.
"The store pours wine."
In the corner of the second floor, a slovenly old Taoist drunkenly leaned against the wall and listened to music. He tapped the table with his hand and his gray beard trembled, feeling quite comfortable.
The boy came over with disgust and complained about the shabby and stingy guest, saying, "Won't the Taoist bring some food to go with the wine?"
"No, no, I'll just drink this sake." The old Taoist refused with a smile, and gave out two big coins: "Sake goes with beauties. The more you look at it, the more you become enchanted..."
The waiter curled his lips and sneered at the old man who only consumed the minimum standard but came in to occupy a seat and play music all day long:
"The Taoist priest is a monk after all, so he has the nerve to hang around Goulan all day long."
The old man was not angry, and looked like a scoundrel who just wanted to make me happy. When the boy left, he picked up the wine cup, took a sip, took out a peanut from his pocket, and threw it into his mouth.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and listen to the music, suddenly a tattered jade pendant hanging from his waist buzzed and trembled, flickering like breathing.
At this moment, the originally slovenly old Taoist suddenly flashed a sharp light in his eyes. He poured the sake into his stomach with some pity, shook his head and muttered: "I can't listen..."
The boy walking in the distance seemed to have noticed something. He turned his head to look back and was suddenly stunned.
I saw that the old Taoist disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
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In a certain city, in an ordinary small courtyard.
In the center of the yard, one end of a thick old bamboo is inserted into the crack of the bricks, bending like a bow.
On the top of the old bamboo, a monk with a broken arm sat cross-legged, meditating in the air with only a bamboo pole.
The monk has a scar on his head and a black beard under his chin. He puts his left hand on his chest and chants sutras with his eyes closed. The sleeve of his right arm is empty, but he can maintain balance.
"Cough...cough..." There was a cough outside the courtyard door. The amputated monk opened his eyes and saw a sick scholar pushing the door into the courtyard. He held a handkerchief in one hand, covered his mouth and coughed, and carried a handkerchief in the other hand. Holding two packets of medicine.
"Where's the wine?" asked the monk with no arm.
The scholar coughed twice and said helplessly: "I don't have enough money. I have spent all my money on medicine."
The monk with a broken arm frowned: "Why aren't you dead yet? You look so sick. It's better to enter reincarnation as soon as possible."
The scholar was angry: "You, a Buddhist abandoned disciple, still believe in reincarnation? A saint once said..."
Just as they were about to start a long discussion, suddenly the tattered jade pendants on both of them buzzed and trembled at the same time.
"Hey, here comes the job. Once you finish this job, you'll get money."
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
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On the edge of Zhongzhou, somewhere in a mountain forest.
The ground rumbled, birds and beasts scattered in panic, and a white fox shrouded in illusory light, as big as a house, leaped through the forest and ran quickly.
On the white fox's hair-covered back, a girl with an upturned bun and painted eyebrows laughed loudly. She was clearly only seven or eight years old, but her expression was full of dust.
Suddenly, the breath of a jade pendant on the girl's neck flickered. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted the white fox sitting next to her: "Killing people, killing people."
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Qinglian Xiaozhu.
When Ji Ping'an returned to his residence, the sky had darkened and the Dharma boat had disappeared, but the chilling atmosphere hanging over the entire Qintian Prison only increased.
"Sir, you are back." Huang He stood by the food box and stood up to take out his dinner.
Ji Ping'an walked to the lake, washed his hands, and when he sat down at the table, his expression was as usual: "How is the situation?"
Huang He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was asking and said:
"Uncle Gou's injury has been stabilized for the time being. Xu Jianhou used Chenxing magic to heal the injury, and he has taken the elixir sent by the state religion. It's just that Uncle Gou is old. After all, it has been four to five hundred years, and his lifespan is already long. There is not much left, and the body is already weak and cannot withstand the too strong power of the medicine... He is still in a coma, and it is unclear whether he can survive..."
Ji Ping listened quietly, not surprised.
Healing elixirs are not a panacea. If the injured person is too weak, or his lifespan is approaching the end of his life, and his organs are old, it will be useless even if the gods come.
Forcibly taking medication can hasten death.
Just like in the deep palace, many nobles may still die due to a cold. Mortal bodies cannot withstand the power of spells.
Huang He continued:
"The governors have ordered all places to hunt down the black wind evil spirit. The memorial has also been sent to the palace. It is estimated that His Majesty the God Emperor's decree has also been issued, and the various state governments will also contribute. I just hope that the scattered people will not run too fast. ...Sir, why do you think that Black Wind Evil is so brave?"
Ji Ping'an said lightly: "Probably because he has no worries. Besides, there is no shortage of bold people in the world."
"Yes." Huang He nodded and asked worriedly, "Sir, are you still going out at night?"
Ji Ping'an thought for a while and said, "It depends on the situation."
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The night is getting darker.
In the meeting hall, when Xu Xiurong walked into the meeting hall with a tired look, he found that the other four supervisors were already present.
Under the candlelight, the entire hall was brightly lit.
"Junior Sister Xu, how is the situation?" Fang Liuhuo asked with his eyes brightening.
The rest of the people were also busy looking over, looking forward to the results.
Xu Xiurong shook his head, sat down and said, "It's hard to say. Senior brother is already old and has a short lifespan. Now that he is facing this difficulty again, I don't dare to give too much medicine, so I have to keep him warm. I don't know whether he can wake up."
Li Guofeng frowned: "What about activating the demon pill to release vitality?"
Xu Xiurong shook his head: "Although the Canglong Demonic Pill is strong, it has been used to extend the life of senior brother for hundreds of years. Not to mention whether there is still any left, even if there is still, I am afraid no one in the world can activate it. Even if Xin Palm is It’s the same if you invite me to teach you.”
Embedding the Canglong Demonic Pill into the body of a foreign race is an extremely difficult method. In the past, the Great Zhou Dynasty Master spent a long time studying it before completing this feat with a star map.
It is said that luck accounts for the majority. If I try it again, I don’t have the slightest confidence that it will work.
Although there is Xin Yaoguang, a powerful person in the Shen Zang realm in the city of gods, he is better at killing. The so-called specialization in the arts does not mean that you are strong enough to do many things.
"What should we do? The Imperial Master has passed away a long time ago. Can we just wait and see?" Fang Liuhuo was irritated.
Xu Xiurong sighed, his brows and eyes full of fatigue: "The only plan now is to pray that Senior Brother Gou can survive on his own, and maybe he will wake up tomorrow."
Everyone shook their heads and had no confidence in this.
After being silent for a long time, Li Guofeng rubbed his eyebrows and thought of something and said, "Where is Huaizhu?"
Xu Xiurong said: "Huaizhu has been guarding outside the ward, but she was also exhausted, so I persuaded her to leave. After all, she couldn't help if she stayed. But looking at the direction she left, it was not to rest, but to go Zhenlong Pagoda must have gone to practice."
After a pause, she sighed: "Huaizhu feels very guilty and keeps saying that if he were stronger, maybe he wouldn't..."
Li Guofeng said: "If you are close to her, give her more advice to prevent her from getting into trouble."
Everyone nodded, closed their eyes and meditated, and stopped talking. Too many things happened today. Everyone was confused and had no idea of falling asleep.
They unanimously chose to stay and wait for the final result.
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at the same time.
In a certain ward in Qintian Prison, a Diangu guarding the table suddenly yawned, his eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and he fell asleep on the table.
Immediately, a whirlpool appeared on the pink and white wall, opening a space door.
Ji Ping'an stepped in with an astrolabe in hand and confirmed that the other party had fallen asleep. Then he slowly walked to the bed and his eyes fell on the face of the old Gou Hanyi who was lying on the bed.
"I'm late."
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