"Crack!"
In the night, Ji Ping'an's right hand appeared out of thin air like graffiti, and then spread upward along the arm, gradually outlining a figure wearing a bamboo hat and covering his face with black mist.
This scene was extremely strange. Neither the two warring parties nor the warriors in the house had expected it at all.
It wasn't until the severe and heartbreaking pain hit his brain along the nerves that the black-robed altar master suddenly woke up and let out a shrill cry of pain, with anger and panic gushing out of his eyes.
Where did this person come from?
How could such a master be hiding among himself and others? Could it be that he is an accomplice of the enemy in front of him?
While his thoughts were rising and falling, he didn't know that Fang Ling opposite him was also confused.
She didn't even understand what happened for the first time. She was stunned for two seconds. It wasn't until her body fell downwards under gravity that the light of hope bloomed in her eyes.
who is it?
A strong man in the government? No...not like that.
Fang Ling is like a drowning person in a river, grabbing the life-saving straw, or a person falling into the abyss, being pulled back to the world by a pair of hands.
The negative state all over my body quickly dissipated, and the evil thoughts that aroused in my heart were like a snowman in the sun. The ice melted, and my body became light again.
"No!" The black-robed altar leader was furious and slapped Ji Ping'an with one palm of his other hand. Five fingers were entangled with turbid air, trying to arouse the evil thoughts in his heart.
"It's stupid. You don't run away at this time, but you continue to take action. It's true that evil thoughts have eroded your brain."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and pushed gently, and red flames ignited out of thin air. The black-robed protector let out a scream and flew backwards screaming.
Surprisingly crispy.
As Fang Ling had judged, this so-called "altar master" did not have high actual military power. He only relied on Taoism to become particularly powerful.
After the altar leader in black landed, he finally woke up and realized that he was no match, and shouted:
"Kill him for me!"
Immediately, a puff of black smoke rose up from under his feet, wrapping him up, and he quickly escaped from the house and ran towards the distance.
The famous martial artist was stunned on the spot for a moment, but Ji Ping'an didn't give them a chance to think about whether to stay or leave, and fired out flaming bullets, piercing their hearts one by one.
The eyes of several warriors were wide open, and they fell straight down, refusing to rest in silence.
Seeing this scene, Fang Ling's breath froze, her whole body became cold, and she looked at Ji Ping'an with even more awe.
For Ji Ping'an, these "official members" who had converted to the Four Holy Religions no longer had any saving value.
Each one of them is haunted by evil thoughts. They have obviously practiced "Deng Xian Lu" and are not good people.
In comparison, although those ignorant believers in the house may not be kind, they at least need to be saved.
When he just walked out, they had all been knocked unconscious. Let's wait until the government comes to clean up the mess.
"senior……"
Fang Ling spent the rest of her life looking at Ji Ping'an who was slowly landing with both respect and fear.
It's a pity that she couldn't see through the fog under the hat at this time, otherwise she would be extremely shocked to find that the master in front of her was his neighbor and tenant.
Ji Pingan looked at her with a slightly strange look in his eyes. Although he did not take off his hijab, his voice was enough to identify the "landlady".
Just as he expected, it was not easy for the other party to keep the property with an orphan and a widower.
"Tingxuelou?" Ji Ping'an glanced at the row of hidden weapons on her waist.
Not everyone who uses hidden weapons is a disciple of Tingxue Tower, but his unique hidden weapon techniques cannot be faked.
Fang Ling hurriedly bowed her hands and looked sad:
"It's just an abandoned disciple. I don't dare to mention the inheritance of my master."
Tsk... What you said sounds like a story... Ji Ping'an deliberately said in a hoarse and cold voice:
"Go away, you are not allowed to participate in this matter."
After saying that, he flew out of the house and chased the black-robed altar master who had fled far away——
He wasn't worried about losing him, because Jiang Jiang had already followed him, and he could easily locate him with the Tao Sutra's induction.
And the conversation with Fang Ling was not a waste of time, but a deliberate release of water... Rather than killing a little altar owner, it was more appropriate to use him for fishing.
"Senior..." Fang Ling was stunned and wanted to say something, but found that the person had disappeared.
There was only one corpse left in this house, and there were dogs barking in some of the surrounding houses. It was obvious that the movement here had attracted attention.
Not daring to delay, Fang Ling took back the thrown hidden weapons one by one with lingering fear, and then returned home at night.
…
The Yamen of the Demon-Slaying Department is brightly lit.
Most of the imperial warriors have returned home, but some remain on duty.
In the backyard of the Yamen, in the entrance of a grand hall, Ye Hongling sat in front of the case, reading the file.
On the brown table, an oil lamp burned quietly, its white lampshade glowing with orange light.
It illuminated the files on the table, the beautiful face of the chief minister, the military attaché robe on her body, the black gauze wings on her head, and the pair of sharp sword eyebrows like small knives.
"Huh." Ye Hongling dropped the scroll of paper written in ink in her hand, sat back a little tiredly, raised her hand and rubbed the center of her eyebrows. There was unconcealable worry between her eyebrows.
"The escort team was robbed."
"The spread of magic skills."
"The Sermons of the Mystery Sects."
As a yamen, he has the right location and people for intelligence collection. In fact, she noticed the anomaly in the city earlier than Ji Ping'an.
However, as an official on the Wufu route, handling cases relies more on your brain, searching for clues, and reasoning about the truth.
It is completely incomparable to the buggy "reasoning" of "Star Officer".
Ye Hongling could only use the stupidest method to try to find commonalities and connections among a bunch of files and cases. The rogue she found a few days ago was an important clue.
It's a pity that he was silenced in advance.
"These cases seem to have no connection with each other, but in fact, upon closer inspection, they are inextricably linked." Ye Hongling thought, stood up, and walked slowly indoors.
At this moment, suddenly, rapid footsteps came from outside the courtyard, and then gradually approached:
"Sir Ye! I have something to report!"
Ye Hongling suddenly turned her head and stared at the closed door:
"Come in and talk."
The door was pushed open, and the tall and thin official was panting and said:
"The night inspection report stated that an incident occurred in Dongcheng that may involve practitioners. The specific circumstances are unknown."
Dongcheng? !
Ye Hongling narrowed her eyes and said, "Prepare your horses, call the night watch men, and go have a look!"
"yes!"
The tall and thin official retreated in response. Ye Hongling walked to the wall in a few steps, raised her hand to grab it, pulled off the black cloak and tied it around her body with a "hula", and grabbed the saber.
Not long after, outside the Yamen of the Demon Slayer Division, a group of galloping horses galloped toward the east of the city.
It attracted the attention of the people along the way, wondering what was going on.
…
Earlier.
In a dark room in a remote house.
The middle-aged man who was sitting cross-legged and meditating slowly opened his eyes, with a look of indifference and resentment on his slightly twisted and sinister face.
As the person behind the spread of "Deng Xian Lu", he was in a very bad mood.
Originally, everything was going smoothly, but in the past two days, the imperial court began to investigate many clues, and the part of the Four Saints he was in charge of was forced to relocate.
Stop extending the tentacles.
Then, while practicing two days ago, someone broke into the "Sea of Emotions" and injured him from the air.
At that time, he was so frightened and furious that he did not dare to rebuild that space again for two days, and he spent a lot of money recovering from his injuries.
Fortunately, his soul was strong enough, and within a few days, he had almost calmed down.
Only then did we try to rebuild. Unfortunately, after that collision and several consecutive days of "disconnection," the number of downlines that had grown stronger was reduced.
In anger, he devoured several practitioners "online" in one breath before venting his anger.
"It's time to hibernate for a while, and then change positions after today's rally."
He thought, anyway, the things arranged by the leader have been completed, and there is no need to take risks and hide in the city.
At this moment, suddenly, he pricked up his ears and looked out the dark window.
The middle-aged man's figure flashed and he opened the door and walked out. Just as a dark cloud covered the night sky, the world became dark.
A figure wrapped in a torn black robe, as if running for his life, broke open the closed courtyard door, with traces of scorch on his body. When he saw the latter, he wailed:
"Master, save me!"
The middle-aged man was horrified. With the help of the dim starlight, he could clearly see that the other person's originally veiled face was covered in black mist of blood, as if it had been licked by fire.
And his eyes were red, showing a sign that his evil thoughts were on the verge of getting out of control.
"What's going on? Didn't you go to host the meeting? Did you bump into the demon slayer?" The sinister middle-aged man's eyebrows jumped wildly, and he pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand and asked with narrowed eyes.
The black-robed altar leader said: "He's not an official, he's a monk who knows how to control fire..."
He stammered and told what happened.
The middle-aged man said coldly: "So, you managed to escape? Go straight to me?"
The latter said "Yes" and did not realize the meaning of the former's words - the surging evil thoughts corroded the mind, making his mind stupid and his actions more instinctive.
Idiot... The uneasiness in the middle-aged man's heart became more and more intense, and he looked around vigilantly:
"Are you sure that person didn't follow?"
The altar leader was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, the air slowly twisted. Ji Pingan, wearing an ordinary green robe and a bamboo hat, slowly appeared, looking at the two of them with a smile:
"It seems that those who practice "Deng Xian Lu" are not all crazy people."
Next to him, Jiang Jiang remained translucent, levitating to distance himself, and quietly blocking the direction behind the two to prevent them from escaping.
"Hall Master, it's him! It's him who hurt me and ruined the ceremony of sacrificing the Holy Master!"
The altar owner, who was burned and disfigured, said sternly.
His tone was filled with anger and excitement, as if he was happy that the other party had "thrown himself into a trap".
But he didn't notice that the middle-aged man standing behind him had an extremely solemn expression, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Hall Master, kill him, kill him for me..."
Just as he was speaking, his voice suddenly stopped. The black-clothed altar leader lowered his head in astonishment and looked at the tip of the knife piercing his chest.
Then he turned his head inch by inch and stared at the middle-aged man holding the knife behind him in disbelief, as if asking why.
But there was no chance. His remaining spiritual energy and strong evil thoughts turned into wisps of black energy, flowing from the wound along the blade into the middle-aged man's palm.
Devoured and refined by it.
Ji Ping'an looked on coldly, not rushing to take action, but just looked at this scene with pity:
"The Four Holy Religions are still the same as before, brutal and cruel without distinguishing between friend and foe."
Wearing a short Taoist robe and holding a half-meter-long curved sharp knife, the middle-aged hall master with disheveled hair and a sinister face slowly drew the knife and let the drained corpse fall to the ground.
Eyeballs covered with red bloodshot eyes stared at Ji Ping'an and said:
"It's just a human elixir. If the Holy Religion hadn't reappeared and was in urgent need of manpower, would such a thing be worthy of being the altar master?"
There was strong arrogance in his tone.
He did not doubt Ji Ping'an's words - after all, although the Four Holy Sects have long since disappeared, relevant legends still remain in the world.
Ji Ping'an said with great interest: "So, you are the demonic monk behind the scenes who spread "The Book of Immortals"?"
The middle-aged man's body was tense, and he maintained a posture ready to draw the sword at any time: "Who are you, Your Excellency?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and said: "You don't recognize me? The day before yesterday, in the sea of emotions..."
When the middle-aged man heard this, veins sprouted on his forehead: "Is it you!?"
Although there was some speculation, it was confirmed that the mysterious man who disrupted the rally and followed the idiots on the ground was the murderer who injured him the day before yesterday.
An uncontrollable anger arose.
At this moment, some thoughts of probing faded away, and the middle-aged man's joints suddenly crackled. He raised his wrist and flicked it, and the black air fell down like ink.
In every beach, a big-headed doll with a ferocious face emerged.
There are different expressions on the young face, some are greedy, some are cruel, some are bloodthirsty, some are furious... This is the soul control technique in magic.
Condensing evil thoughts into souls is a technique designed to hurt the soul.
"Go!" the middle-aged hall leader shouted sharply.
As soon as the words fell, these big-headed dolls screamed and made magical sounds. A moment ago, they were like dogs with chains tied around their necks, roaring wildly.
At this moment, the dog's leash was broken.
Ji Ping'an stood at the door of the courtyard, raising his eyes to examine the group of dolls that were rushing towards him. He grasped a stick with his right hand, with a brown base and embellished with green.
"Bang bang bang!"
Each doll was hit like a ball and flew backwards, spinning in mid-air and screaming in pain.
An exaggerated look of pain appeared on his face.
At the same time, the green bricks in the courtyard cracked and the soil bulged. An arm made of soil came out and grabbed the middle-aged man.
"Earth Bending Technique?!"
The middle-aged hall master's eyes condensed, and he leaped up, his robe clinging to his skin, his cloth shoes stepping on the air, and the place where his toes landed seemed to be stepping on water, creating ripples.
While breathing, he pulled out the afterimage and arrived in front of Ji Ping'an. The knife entwined with evil thoughts in his hand made a sharp whistle and hit the door directly.
The blow was extremely sudden and the speed was terrifying. When the knife came out, Ji Ping'an's heart surged with emotions.
There was black energy condensing between the eyebrows, and the pupils suddenly became dull and lost their color, as if they were a puppet whose soul had been extracted.
In the distance, Jiang Jiang was holding his shoulders, his pointed wizard hat hanging softly. He was originally watching a show, but he was still shocked when he saw the situation, and he was about to rush over to rescue him.
But the next second, her toes stopped in mid-air, and then she slowly pulled them back.
Ji Pingan's lifeless eyes blinked, and a smile overflowed. In his free hand, a ruler made of bamboo slipped out of the cuff.
Give it a light beat.
"Ding!"
The ring ruler collided with the short knife, making a crisp sound. The middle-aged hall master's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a numb feeling trace the handle of the knife, and hit his arm like a torrent.
Then, his right arm lost all feeling and hung limply, and the dagger also fell to the ground.
"Jinxing Taoism?! Taoist master?"
Before, it was difficult to determine a single Five Elements technique, but after witnessing multiple Taoist techniques in succession, he subconsciously regarded Ji Ping'an as a member of the Taoist sect.
Is my Heavenly Supervisor Star Officer so hopeless... Ji Ping'an was dissatisfied and stepped lightly on the ground. A spike and spikes appeared on the ground, forcing the middle-aged man to rush left and right.
"If you only have this ability, just follow Pindao and go to Sanqing Temple." Ji Ping'an hit the snake with a stick and said with a smile.
Jiang Jiangmuran, I thought to myself, you are addicted to wearing a vest, sometimes I am a gentleman, sometimes you are a poor person... Is this also human nature?
"Okay, okay." The middle-aged hall master suddenly laughed three times, as if he was getting angry.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand and swept across it, breaking off the earth thorns, causing earth and rocks to fly everywhere.
He put his hands on his chest and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, a wind suddenly rose in the night. With him as the center, the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual elements gathered crazily and were swallowed by him.
Then, the skin all over his body became chapped, and threads of blood gushed out from his pores, forming a skull-shaped totem suspended above his head.
Staring at Ji Ping'an with empty eyes, an indescribable sense of fear filled the air.
At this moment, even Jiang Jiang, who was a weapon spirit, shivered and his eyes changed slightly.
The smile on Ji Ping'an's face also disappeared, but it was not because of the other party's magic skills.
In fact, this is not the method recorded in "Deng Xian Lu" at all, but a unique skill.
The so-called unique skills are unique techniques that some practitioners create based on what they have learned throughout their lives. They are often extremely powerful.
Because it is rooted in oneself, it is difficult to teach it to others. Most of the secrets disappear from this world with the death of the creator.
Ji Ping'an knew the secret skill in front of him, but in his memory, the person who mastered this secret skill had been dead for hundreds of years.
The strong wind blew through the courtyard, and the surrounding trees made a rustling sound. The entire courtyard was covered by the huge shadow of skeletons, as if it had become an independent world.
On one side is a magician standing in the sky, holding magic spells in his hands.
On one side is a young man in a bamboo hat who seems to be shaken by fear and has lost the ability to resist.
The middle-aged hall master raised his left hand and made a false grab. On the ground, the discarded short knife trembled and flew back into his palm.
He looked down at Ji Ping'an, his bloodshot eyes filled with a bit of madness:
"You should be honored to die under this unique skill of mine."
His tone was proud, and he clearly had the appearance of a middle-aged man, but his tone was particularly vicissitudes of life.
Probably convinced of his victory and inspired by emotion, he slowly raised the dagger in a low tone and said with some regret:
"It's a pity that this unique skill reappeared in the world, and the first time I drank blood, it was given to you, an unknown junior..."
As he spoke, the knife in his hand slowly slashed downwards, with memories in his eyes.
But the next second, the words of the man in the bamboo hat standing silently in front of him made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and the knife froze in place.
Ji Ping'an raised his head and revealed his eyes from under his bamboo hat.
First, he raised his hand and pressed his chest, touched the Taoist sutra, and locked up Jiang Jiang who was watching the excitement from a distance.
After doing this, she looked at him calmly and whispered a name:
"Zhu Xun."
Ji Pingan looked down at the strange middle-aged man indifferently, trying to overlap it with an old "friend" deep in his memory:
"Four Saints Protector, Demon Sect Zhu Xun. I should remember correctly."
The middle-aged hall leader, or should we call him "Zhu Xun" suddenly froze in his chopping movements, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at Ji Pingan in front of him with a sharp voice:
"Who are you?!"
Facing the other party's stunned face, the corners of Ji Ping'an's mouth slowly raised, and the vicissitudes and complexity appeared in his eyes:
"Don't you recognize me?"
He seemed to smile, and it seemed as if a certain guess in his heart had finally settled and been confirmed.
The fog on his face dissipated, and there was an unexplainable smile on his young, even childish face. He looked at Zhu Xun with a smile and reminded:
"I haven't seen you in five hundred years, and you're still so ungrateful."
"In the past, at Black Wind Forest, you knelt down in front of me like a bereaved dog and begged for mercy. It's only been a few hundred years, so have you forgotten it?"
His voice was very soft, but in Zhu Xun's ears, it was like thunder.
At this moment, the substantial skull totem showed a tendency to collapse.
Zhu Xun roared uncontrollably, as if he was forced to recall the most terrifying past:
"You...you are...impossible!"
He didn't even have the courage to pronounce that name, as if the name itself was already some kind of taboo.
…
…
Mud Bottle Alley.
In the Fang family's courtyard, a lamp looks like a bean.
Under the night, everything is silent. Through the bright window lattice, you can see a small, slightly squat figure, pacing back and forth on the earthen bed in the house.
Fang Shijie, who was about seven or eight years old and had a childish face, put his hands behind his back and turned his head to look out the window from time to time. His brows showed a maturity that was beyond his age.
"He didn't tell me where he was going...it's really disturbing."
Little Fatty sighed softly, unable to hide his anxiety.
Finally, just when he lost his temper, he stepped on his shoes, grabbed his coat and put it on, ready to go out to find his "mother".
There were slight footsteps outside the courtyard, and then the sound of the door bolt being pulled open.
Fang Ling, who hid her night clothes and returned to her original appearance, carried a small basket and slowly walked into the yard. She saw the door being pushed open and Little Fatty came out with a serious look on his face:
"Where have you been?"
According to Fang Ling's past personality, this was the time to roll up her sleeves, pick up a broom, and give Fang Shijie a good beating for being rude.
But the young woman, who had just experienced a life-and-death crisis and survived the disaster, had a sore nose and almost cried with joy.
Forcing a straight face, he squatted down with a smile and rubbed Fang Shijie's chubby face:
"Hey hey hey..."
Fang Shijie looked confused. Looking at the abnormal woman, he suddenly felt frightened:
"Don't be like this, I will just be obedient from now on."
"Hehehehe." Fang Ling kept giggling, and pulled Fang Shijie into the house, and then took out the roast duck and fruit wine she bought from the small basket, which made the little fat guy's eyes widen.
It wasn't until the couple finished eating and drinking and Fang Ling went to take a bath while humming a country slang song that Fang Shijie took the time to walk to the courtyard, took a few big breaths, looked serious on his face, and murmured in a low voice:
"This woman is crazy. We can't stay in this miserable place. I want to return to the capital of gods."
But when he looked at his two chubby hands and his crotchless pants, he immediately sat down by the well in frustration, looked at the starry sky covered by clouds, and sighed:
"National Preceptor, where are you..."
Thank you Li Shipu for the 500 reward!
(End of chapter)
