At night, the carriage drove along the uneven bluestone road, gradually moving away from the crowds.
However, no one knew that two hunters who had entered the "invisible" state were already following behind.
Finally, when the carriage turned a corner, it stopped briefly and two figures jumped out, it was "Huo Ju" and "Bing Po".
After landing, the two of them turned around in a circle, walked straight to the river, and jumped.
The moment the shoes set foot on the water, the body begins to "fade", transforming from cloth clothes to clay figures carved from clay, which melt when exposed to water.
In the blink of an eye, the male and female monks disappeared like snowmen baking in the sun.
Only the ripples on the water surface were left.
"What is this."
On the roof of a building not far away, Jiang Jiang was floating in the air, with the corners of his mouth twitching on his dull and lackluster face.
Asked like a curious baby.
Ji Ping'an breathed out, slightly disappointed, and said:
"Clay clay figurines are a kind of substitute method. There are rumors among the people that in the past when heaven created the world and humans walked out of the quagmire, this kind of magic was reincarnated in this legend. The makers collected special soil and water, kneaded out clay figurines, and used paintbrushes to create clay figurines. After sketching and painting, and then pouring the essence and spirit mouth-to-mouth, it becomes the basic pottery figurine.
However, this kind of pottery figurines lack intelligence and are similar to the puppets I made using earth-moving magic. The two in front of me should be a way to use magic to make the monks' souls reside on them. "
After a pause, he said:
"It seems that the other party just came to take a look tonight and inquire about the situation. He is also very cautious and would rather destroy the clay sculpture than expose his whereabouts."
Jiang Jiang looked sideways at him, a little envious:
"You know, there are quite a lot of them. Then why don't you go find them? The carriage and the people in it should be their accomplices."
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"Forget it. The method is so cautious, how can it leave such obvious flaws? The interrogation is also unclear, but it will only alert the snake."
After saying that, he did not leave, but still waited patiently. After a while, he only saw the air on the lakeside twisting, and the blue illusory water splashing.
Luan Yu, who had bright features, a cold expression, and a tall chest, stepped out and pointed towards the water.
Two illusory swimming fish rotated along her arms, then rushed into the lake, and returned a short time later with "empty fins".
Luan Yu couldn't hide her disappointment. She looked around and confirmed that there was no one else there. Then she took back the token from the "pet beast" and turned around to leave.
From the beginning to the end, this female cultivator of the "elder" level of the Beast Control Sect was not noticed, and her whereabouts and behavior were all noticed by Ji Ping'an.
"You know she's nearby?" Jiang Jiang was shocked.
Ji Pingan shook his head and said calmly:
"I don't know, it's just a gamble. I just don't believe that those gangsters have such a good sense of confidentiality and such a conspiracy. It's fine that the ordinary secular forces in the city don't know about it, but how can the imperial sect know nothing about it?"
In the last group chat, he had learned:
Due to changes in the situation, the little girl Zhao Yuanyang's training was suspended and she was brought back to the gate of the Beast Control Sect.
Luan Yu stayed alone and stationed in Yuhang City on behalf of the sect.
Now it seems that I have also noticed the existence of the human world.
Ji Ping'an raised his head to look at the moon, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he realized a problem:
You can imagine that such a movement will attract a lot of attention. How can you ensure that this situation will not go wrong?
Can you have the last laugh?
"Could it be said that the human world has the confidence to snatch food from the eyes of the imperial court and the Taoist sect? No... This makes no sense, unless the other party, like the Four Holy Sects, obviously has more information than the other reborn people... or , it’s just pure luck that someone took away the body of a certain person who was originally high in cultivation.”
This possibility is not completely non-existent, just like the curse to kill the Sanren to seize the body of the Pei family's eldest son, if he was not discovered at the time, he hid and successfully extracted the Pei family master's cultivation level.
It is enough to return to the state of sitting in a well in the early stage of rebirth.
Sometimes I have to admit that there is such a thing as "prenatal luck". A negative example is the God-Emperor.
"But even if the other party has a way to compete with Zuo Jing, what about Jian Zheng in the Observation Realm? Why does the other party think that he can escape Jian Zheng's eyes? Unless, the other party doesn't know that Jian is in the city. After all, there was something strange about the Star Observation Deck that night. Xiang, the court’s explanation to the outside world is ‘formation’…”
Ji Ping'an fell into thinking for a moment and vaguely felt that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.
"what's on your mind?"
Jiang Jiang was floating next to him and couldn't help but ask.
Ji Pingan came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled:
"It's okay, maybe I'm overthinking."
…
The other side.
Tingxuelou's carriage returned all the way to the stronghold behind the Nancheng garment shop. Nangong Wan did not get out of the car midway. He simply ordered the courtyard door to be opened, drove the entire carriage in, and then closed the courtyard door.
And all this fell into the eyes of the disciples of the "Tiandihui" who followed secretly.
He immediately returned to resume his duties. When Qiao San was sitting at the helm of the "Tiandihui" and received the news, he put down the hand holding the tea cup and snorted coldly, unable to hide his jealousy:
"They're just a bunch of prostitutes!"
The men around him didn't dare to show off their arrogance, and they all knew very well that their helmsman had long coveted Nangong Wan.
Now that some guest has arrived first, how can you not be annoyed?
"Leader, the treasure house is important, don't create any complications at this time." A mature and prudent member advised.
Qiao San, who had thick dark circles under his eyes and was tall and thin, looked gloomy and said lightly:
"That makes sense. I ordered you to go down and prepare for war with all your strength. When the Qianyuan treasure house is opened, I will cultivate myself and step into the well. It won't be too late to take care of Nangong Wan."
He is a veteran Pojiu. He learned a few days ago that Chief Chen was injured by Master Longhushan, and he was ready to act, and he already had a disobedient heart.
"yes!"
The disciples in the hall responded.
Qiao San nodded with satisfaction and smiled. Ji Ping'an's smiling face at the party appeared in front of his eyes, and he was angry for no reason.
He has already imagined in his mind the scene of being intimate with Nangong Wan in front of Xu Keqing when he has completed his cultivation.
…
The Yamen of the Demon-Slaying Department.
A light is like a bean.
Ye Hongling sat alone in front of the case, looking through the files on the table. The black cloak was hanging on the wall, and the black gold scabbard was placed at her hand, wiped clean.
Suddenly, there were rapid footsteps outside, and a black shadow enlarged on the door and window:
"Commander, there are new developments in the world you want me to keep an eye on."
Ye Hongling raised her head, eyebrows raised on her beautiful face:
"Enter."
The door opened, the tall and thin official clasped his fists and cupped his hands, saying:
"The informant reported that tonight, Jiang Xiaotang, the sister of the martial arts leader, held a gathering in a theater in the city. Local forces such as Tiandi Hui, Mendicant Cult, Tingxue Tower, etc. gathered to discuss opening the treasure house."
Then, he narrated what happened, and the female warrior listened quietly the whole time, and finally said:
"very good."
The tall, thin official looked solemn:
"Sir, I'm afraid someone is secretly fueling this matter."
Ye Hongling said lightly:
"Without evidence, all speculation is just doubtful."
He said this, but his body stood up honestly and said:
"Prepare your horses, I'll go see..."
She originally wanted to go to the government office and meet the prefect.
But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them and changed his mind:
"I'm going out."
The tall and thin official was stunned for a moment, but he didn't ask any more questions and just accepted.
Ye Hongling turned around and grabbed the cloak on the wall. With a huff and a shake, the black cloak bloomed.
Not long after, the female martial artist rode alone on the demon blood horse "ta da da da" through the streets and alleys and arrived at the Yin Yang Academy in the southeast corner of the city.
Stepping off her horse, the female martial artist climbed up the steps and came to the main door where the lantern with the word "Yin and Yang" hung, pulled the door knocker and clicked it.
Not long after, the door was opened a crack, and the person who opened the door was not the hermaphrodite in the palace, but the yawning Xie Wensheng.
"Looking for the prison guard?" Xie Wensheng squinted his eyes and looked at the female warrior.
The two of them were not strangers. Ye Hongling knew the details of his "rebirth" and said calmly:
"Yes. I have something important to discuss with Jian Zheng."
"No." Xie Wensheng said calmly, as if he were a salesperson in a state-owned store:
"Jianzheng is in seclusion."
Ye Hongling was startled and her expression was astonished: "Retreat?"
"Well," Xie Wensheng said, "I told you before the retreat that I wouldn't see anyone."
Putting down these words, she decisively closed the door without waiting for Ye Hongling to ask again.
In the silent night, the female warriors, one person and one horse, were lost in thought outside the academy.
…
Three Pure Views.
As the branch of the state religion in Yuhang, although its scale is far smaller than the headquarters in Shendu, it is equally magnificent.
Incense lingers in the front hall.
This night, everyone gathered together in the Taoist temple.
After the door closed, the old Taoist with white hair and childish face at the top of the long table, holding a fly whisk, lowered his eyes and said:
"There is news from the sect that the new force 'Human World' is suspected to have entered Yuhang territory."
"The human world? That organization formed by those who have been resurrected?" A Taoist asked in confirmation.
"What's the other party's purpose? It's not like he's planning to search for 'similar people' in Yuhang City." Another square-faced Taoist frowned.
The Master of Sanqing Temple looked around at the crowd with a dull expression:
"If nothing unexpected happens, this force is probably coming for the legend of the Qianyuan Treasure House."
People around the table were either surprised or had a look of astonishment on their faces.
As the local branch of the state religion, Sanqing Temple is not as sensitive to changes in the city as the Demon Slayer Division, but it is not too slow to deal with such major events that affect the world.
Many people in the world thought that when confidentiality was strictly enforced, the major factions would already have seen all this.
A middle-aged Taoist said:
"This makes sense. No matter the time or clues, they all match. It's just that this 'human world' is too arrogant. Do you think we can be deceived?"
The other person shook his head and said:
"No, no. Brothers and sisters, just imagine, what would have happened if the plague of poisonous insects in Sanhuang County had not ended so simply? We are afraid that all our energy will be devoted to the disaster caused by the Four Holy Sects , and the Qianyuan treasure house is fluctuating and hidden, and if the world takes the opportunity to take action, it is really possible to succeed.
As for the current attack, it was just that the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. As a new force, the other party's extreme thirst for practice resources was enough to make it take risks. Those Jianghu people were probably deliberately attracted by the other party to disturb this pool of water. After all, in the absence of sufficient strength, the only way to fish is to muddy the water. "
After hearing this statement, everyone fell into deep thought and felt that it made sense.
The square-faced Taoist asked before:
"Master, is there anything else in the information? For example, the identity and origin of the person sent from the human world?"
The master of Sanqing Temple said "grace" and said:
"According to the intelligence, this is not the first time in the world that we have taken action. We have made plans for some ancient tombs before and succeeded many times."
Ah, this... is still a habitual offender... The Taoist priests looked at each other.
The old viewer continued:
"The leader of this group is suspected to be recorded in ancient books. In the past, at the end of the struggle between the human and demon clans, there was a strong man with the Taoist name 'Moshan'. It is said that this man was very good at the Taoist Feng Shui technique, and he was able to make The clay figurine substitute method acts boldly and cautiously. In the past, he traveled around various places and stole magic weapons and medicines. He was also known as the 'Thief Saint' and was equally popular..."
Everyone was fascinated after hearing this.
The old temple master said:
"It was just that he disappeared suddenly and was suspected to be dead. The specific reason is not confirmed. There is only one guess. He seemed to have stolen the territory of the Dragon Clan in Southeast State in the past and was suppressed and killed in the East China Sea."
"..." Everyone was excited and looked at each other.
The master of Sanqing Temple said:
"In short, although this person has no brilliant achievements in the history books, he can walk among countless strong men from the two races without dying. His true strength is absolutely impressive. Even if he comes back from rebirth, he cannot be underestimated. Since those people in the world are greedy , If you are willing to take risks, then it is better to take advantage of the situation and wait for an opportunity to take action."
The old Taoist priest spoke confidently, eager to compete with the ancient masters.
…
…
In a small courtyard of Jingzhai.
"What? Do you suspect that the world is eyeing our treasure house? And you even encouraged a group of Jianghu people to explore the way?!"
Under the big tree, beside the stone table.
The childish-looking God-Emperor, with short hands and short legs, stood on the stone pier and jumped three feet high, furious:
"How can it be unreasonable? How can it be unreasonable! The thief wants to catch me with his front leg...but he comes to steal things with his back leg. How can I bear it?"
Fang Shijie was so angry that his little face turned red with anger:
"Guo...Ji Sichen, we must curb this unhealthy trend!"
joke!
This is the key to His Majesty the God-Emperor's desire to get rid of his childish status. How can he allow outsiders to get involved?
Yu Yu shared the same hatred and stood up suddenly, slapped the table with his little hands, and hummed:
"It's such a big burden, and these people dare to touch this saint's things!"
Huang He and Mu Yaoyao also nodded fiercely, expressing their indignation:
The two of them are still counting on using the items in the treasure house to improve their strength.
No... before the things are taken out, you all regard them as yours, right... Ji Ping'an was speechless. He raised his hands to calm down a few people before slowly saying:
"Don't panic, I have a plan."
After finally appeasing everyone, Ji Pingan closed his eyes tiredly, placed his right hand on the armrest of the wicker chair, and tapped lightly.
The stars were streaming on the simple six-pointed astrolabe casually placed on his lap. As the night grew darker, Ji Ping'an began to deduce the next possibility again and again.
…
In the next few days, the city seemed calm, but there was an undercurrent surging in the dark.
No matter the rivers and lakes, the imperial court, or Taoist sects, they all turned their attention to the area outside Yuhang City, where the fluctuations were becoming more and more obvious.
Finally, it’s the last day of August.
In the early morning, Nangong Wan woke up from bed. When she opened the window, she saw dark clouds in the sky and the sky was dim.
The air is not as hot as summer, but feels slightly cool. The cool breeze flows into the open skirt, and a layer of fine pimples suddenly appears on the delicate skin.
"Dong dong dong." First there was the sound of going upstairs, then the knock on the door, and then Hongying's voice:
"Master, we're going to leave later. Do you want to find that Ji Ping'an?"
Nangong Wan shook her head, her beautiful eyes darkened, then turned firm:
"Ji Sichen may have other plans, so don't bother him."
After quickly washing up, the core members of Tingxue Tower set off, quietly left the city, and met up with a group of elite disciples of Tingxue Tower who had arranged to leave the city in batches in advance.
Due to the danger of the treasure house this time, Nangong Wan only dispatched a few elites to go together, while the rest stayed behind.
But when she arrived at the southern suburbs of the city, the wilderness near the mountains, and gathered with various sects under the martial arts alliance, she frowned and found that the number of people led by these gangs was several times larger.
Especially the Tiandihui, there were hundreds of people, and it was a bustling crowd.
Qiao San stood in the crowd, standing out from the crowd, wearing a black outfit. When he saw her coming, he glanced left and right, and suddenly he said with unclear meaning:
"Why didn't you see that Xu Keqing? Only a group of young ladies came? Could it be that Xu was scared away when he heard that he was going to the grave, haha."
All the disciples in the Heaven and Earth Congregation echoed and laughed.
Nangong Wan's face turned ugly.
A group of Tingxuelou heroines headed by Hongying also turned pale with anger. They held down the throwing knives at their waists and suppressed their anger.
But seeing Nangong Wan remain silent, they could not hide their loneliness and disappointment. Everyone had heard about the mysterious "guest" that the host had recruited a few days ago.
It's just that I never saw it. I fully expected that I would do something today, but my expectations were disappointed and I was ridiculed instead.
"Amitabha, Captain Qiao, be careful what you say, the overall situation is of paramount importance today."
Not far away, a group of mendicant monks came. The leader, the fat and greasy-faced "Buddha", held a huge copper bowl in his hand. He raised his other hand in front of him and chanted the Buddha's name.
It's just that the smiling look doesn't look like he's speaking out for justice.
Qiao San said "heh" and was about to speak when he suddenly caught sight of another force coming and closed his mouth.
Jiang Xiaotang was wearing his iconic cheongsam, holding a long pipe at an angle in his hand, followed by a group of Jiang family disciples dressed in short shirts, not surprising, but with strict discipline in their actions.
He glanced at the scene and said calmly:
"Since we are an alliance today, I don't care what happens before we enter the formation. But if after entering the treasure house formation, there are still people who dare to stir up trouble and make enemies, don't blame me, Jiang, for being ruthless."
This sentence is undoubtedly a warning.
Qiao San remained silent, which was regarded as acquiescence. He was not afraid of Jiang Xiaotang, but he knew very well that with his own status, he could not challenge the authority of the Wulin Alliance.
"Okay, it's almost time. Let's try to break the formation." Jiang Xiaotang said.
As soon as the words fell, the hundreds of warriors present were shocked and subconsciously clenched their weapons. Several Qimen Feng Shui masters walked out, each holding a variety of magic weapons in their hands.
Practice on the spot.
"Just because they can break the formation?" Hongying frowned.
Nangong Wan shook his head and whispered:
"The Qianyuan Treasure House is, after all, a large tomb. It must have been built according to the rules of Feng Shui and Kanyu. It was just that the entrance was hidden through a certain method. No one has discovered it for many years. But now the spiritual element has changed from depleted to abundant. Under the impact, There is a gap in the formation... These people are now looking for the entrance."
While he was speaking, a Feng Shui master's eyes glowed with green light and he threw the wooden sword in his hand into the air.
The tattered "flying sword", which had been corroded by worms with wormholes, flew out staggeringly, making a strange whine.
Several other Feng Shui masters also locked in the same direction.
The group of people walked toward the mountains in a mighty manner, and finally stopped at the foot of an inconspicuous mountain peak.
"Right here." The leading Feng Shui master pointed at the stone wall:
"This is where the dispersion fluctuations are most obvious."
"Come to Sajia!" After saying this, a particularly tall monk from the mendicant sect said, holding a Zen staff.
Pulling away from each other, exhaling loudly, an illusory shadow of a wild bull appeared around him, and then he ran wildly.
His speed was not fast, but every time he stepped down, earth and rocks flew and the earth shook.
"Buddhist Mangniu Jin is a method of increasing one's strength. When you practice it to a small degree, it is Vajra Jin." Jiang Xiaotang is very familiar with the techniques.
At this time, the monk had already rushed to the cliff. He picked up the Zen staff in his hand and slammed it against the stone wall with the huge force of his body.
Just listen to the sound of "boom", stones splashed, smoke and dust rose, and in front of everyone's eyes, the originally hard rock suddenly twisted, deformed, and disappeared bit by bit.
In the smoke and dust, a corridor hidden in the stone wall was revealed.
"It's really open!"
Some people exclaimed, unable to hide their joy. Before this, people in the world were not sure whether the "Qianyuan Treasure House" really existed.
Jiang Xiaotang raised her hand, and one of her subordinates took out the folded lampshade, blew on it, and turned it into a small lantern, which was hung on the stem of her pipe.
She stepped in first and walked a few steps. She saw a stone door in front of her, with tomb beasts lying on both sides. The iron ring on the stone door was almost rusty. She pushed it and it didn't move.
"This should have been sealed from the inside after the tomb was completed."
A Feng Shui master said:
"But it's not a door to death. It can be broken open with brute force."
This time, the monk volunteered again and penetrated the stone door with his Zen staff.
Amidst the roaring and collapsing sound, a large hole was opened in the stone door. Everyone lit their lights and saw a deep and wide corridor in front of them.
Qiao San's eyes lit up, but she didn't step in immediately, and "Buddha" didn't move either.
Jiang Xiaotang glanced at the two of them, shook his head, and swayed his body to step in first:
"I'll clear the way."
…
far away.
On a certain hilltop in the mountains, three figures were hiding under the cover of trees. From this angle, they could just overlook the Jianghu people walking into the mountain one by one.
Taoist Banshan's sleeves were fluttering, standing in the cold wind, holding an upside-down plate in his hand. On the vermilion seabed of Tianchi, a golden needle floated and slowly rotated.
The Taoist's gray-brown eyes stared forward without saying a word.
"Haha, a bunch of idiots got in as expected."
Huo Ju walked out from behind him, standing side by side with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
Bingpo tightened the bowstring, then loosened it, glanced at him, and said:
"But I don't know if the government, Daomen, Qin Tianjian, Beast Control Sect and other forces in Yuhang City are already in place, at least we can't see it yet."
Taoist Banshan said:
"It doesn't matter. Those big forces may not be in a hurry to end. They are more waiting and watching from a distance. This is still the boundary of Yuhang. Compared with a bunch of fish in the rivers and lakes, the real big shots are still waiting for us to show up."
Huo Ju smiled and said:
"But these modern people won't think of what our real plan is."
Bingpo glanced at him and said:
"Don't get carried away, wait any longer, the time has not come yet."
…
at the same time.
In another corner of the mountain range where there were no abnormal fluctuations and where no one would notice, a group of five people stopped and stopped while walking.
Ji Ping'an pushed up the bamboo hat on his head with a flick of his finger, looking at the gray sky and the misty mountains and rivers with his eyes.
Deep in the eyeballs, the mist in the mountain faintly condensed into the shape of a dragon.
…
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