On the streets of the ancient city of Qiantang, the carriage drove at a constant speed, and the wheels ran over a broken stone slab, causing a brief jolt.
However, Miss Qian, who was huddled in the corner of the carriage, forgot to exclaim.
On the lips blocked by the cloth tape, Qiong's straight nose exhaled moist hot air, her two grape-like eyes were wide open, and even the tears were temporarily stopped.
Immortal... The kidnapped girl stared at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared in front of her, with only this thought in her little mind.
She saw the immortal!
Otherwise, how could someone suddenly walk out of the starlight?
This scene seriously impacted her worldview.
"Shh." Ji Pingan smiled kindly and raised his hand to show the embroidered shoes in his hand:
"I was your grandfather's friend."
Miss Qian, who was only sixteen years old, had her head buzzing, and her first reaction was not relief, but embarrassment.
Her face suddenly turned red - in the eyes of all ladies, the soles of a woman's feet were absolutely forbidden, but now the shoes were controlled by a strange young immortal.
How is this good?
Immediately, a second thought came up... Grandpa's friend?
But how could there be such a young "friend"... Miss Qian's mind went blank.
But perhaps it was the affinity in the smile of the person in front of her, or the strong expectation of being rescued, that made her lower her guard, her eyes lit up, and then she squinted toward the outside of the car curtain.
"It doesn't matter, he can't hear our conversation."
Ji Ping'an said with a smile that when he stepped into the carriage, he had already used Taoist magic to block the movement in the carriage.
He squatted half down, raised his hand and pulled out the cloth and ball from the little lady's mouth with a "pop" sound, and then wiped his two fingers stained with saliva on her body:
"Do you know who the other party is?"
"Huh..." Miss Qian's mouth was freed. She gasped first, then shook her head and whispered:
"No...I don't know, I just know that he is a monk..."
She stammered, telling her what little information she had.
Seeing Ji Pingan deep in thought, he quickly added:
"The monk driving the carriage said that... he wanted to kidnap me to a mansion and give birth to a child!"
As she said that, the girl burst into tears. As a lady, she had been the apple of her eye since she was a child, and now she was on the verge of collapse.
Giving birth... Ji Ping'an's eyes moved and he remembered what happened at Yunlin Temple.
His pupils radiated green light, and his gaze fell on the back of the mendicant monk who was driving the carriage through the trembling curtains, and he started astrology.
In my mind, a picture emerged.
Judging from how he performed the magic, he lurked among the guests and pushed forward, and then he moved forward to an alley. The mendicant monk tremblingly bowed to a vague figure:
"Taoist Master, please give me your instructions."
The next second, the picture was forcibly interrupted, resulting in fragmentation.
Ji Ping'an came back from the horoscope and raised his eyebrows slightly. With his current cultivation level, there are only two possibilities for him to be forcibly interrupted.
Or, this matter involves a high-ranking and powerful person.
Or, it's the "reborn one" who is causing trouble.
Combined with the dervish's nickname "Taoist Master" and this abnormal kidnapping behavior, he thought about it for a while and came up with a vague guess.
"Let's... let's leave quickly." Miss Qian tugged at the corner of his clothes in a panic, not wanting to stay any longer.
Ji Ping'an shook his head and smiled:
"Do you like theater?"
"Ah?" Miss Qian looked at him blankly.
Ji Ping'an did not explain, thought for a moment, took out the "message talisman" and crushed it.
When the talisman turned into a point of light and dissipated, he flicked his finger again and threw it forward as a blindfold.
"drive……"
Outside the carriage, the mendicant monk turned his head and looked back curiously while driving the carriage, feeling that it was too quiet.
He raised his hand to lift the curtain and saw Miss Qian in the corner, her mouth gagged and her whole body bound, looking at him pitifully.
"The little girl is quite obedient."
The monk smiled, lowered the car curtain with confidence, and focused on driving.
But he didn't know:
Under the cover of blindness, inside the carriage.
Having been untied, Miss Qian carefully put on her lost shoes again. She watched nervously as the fierce monk lowered the car curtain, as if turning a blind eye to everything in the car, and then her tense and stiff body softened.
The little heart was beating wildly, and it was the second time in his life that he witnessed the tricks of the immortal family.
She raised her head and glanced at Ji Ping'an secretly, only to see "grandpa's friend" sitting cross-legged and meditating, seemingly asleep.
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Qiantang County Government.
Ye Hongling straightened her back and sat majestically in the back hall waiting. The tea beside her had gone cold, but the clerks standing respectfully far outside the hall did not dare to step forward to change.
The arrival of this Shangguan caused a great stir in the entire county government, but to Ye Hongling's disappointment, none of the officials in the county government were there.
According to the left-behind officials, it is:
I went to the countryside to observe the sentiments of the people.
After all, a group of petty officials had no idea why the head of the Demon Slaying Department in Yuhang City had arrived alone, so they could not help but wonder.
No matter from which angle you look at it, it is not easy to talk about the fact that the county magistrate and a group of officials in the Yamen organized a group to attend Qian Yuanwai's birthday banquet.
"It's been so long and you haven't come back yet? Which village did you go to? It's not impossible for me to go and meet you." Ye Hongling waited impatiently.
An old official was shocked and hurriedly laughed to stop him:
"My lord, please wait a moment. The county magistrate is on patrol, where can I tell you exactly? Look at the time, he will be back in a while."
Ye Hongling stared at him with narrowed eyes and sneered:
"You are not fooling me, are you?"
A group of officials were sweating on their backs, waving their hands repeatedly, and were about to explain.
Suddenly, Ye Hongling's face changed slightly, her palms were spread out in front of her, and a piece of talisman slowly rose up, emitting a light yellow light, which was extremely dazzling.
Ye Hongling's eyes lit up and she just said:
"I'll come back later."
Then he stood up and, with the skill of a martial artist sitting in a well, he used Qinggong to fly away, leaving only a group of petty officials stunned.
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Qiantang National Religion Branch, inside a Taoist temple.
Yu Yu held the token and proudly raised his chest, showing off his saintly demeanor, overlooking several Taoist priests who were bowing in front of him:
"That's probably what happened. Starting immediately, we will mobilize the power of our national religion in the city to search for the rebellious monk. Once discovered, please don't make any announcement and just report it."
"Follow the Holy Lady's decree!" The local Taoist priests shouted in unison.
The saint's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Some even want to cry:
This is the card that this saintly girl should have. With an order, Jing, a disciple of the state religion, followed instead of following that hateful little star official. Every time the information he finally got was second-hand...
Yu Yu secretly encouraged himself that he would get ahead of Ji Ping'an this time.
Just at this moment, the yellow paper talisman folded in her arms flew out on its own, spinning slowly in front of her.
"Your Highness, this is..." The Taoist monks in this city looked at each other.
Yu Yu's expression was dull, and then he suddenly stamped his foot in hatred and said:
"It's none of your business!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the formation patterns under his feet spread, and he activated the magic formation to escape from the Taoist temple.
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…
In the west of Qiantang City, in a secluded mansion.
The autumn wind blew through the lotus leaves, creating ripples. A flying insect flew across the lake, only to be swallowed by a frog hiding in the lotus leaves.
In the pavilion, three people sat together.
Mrs. Wei, wearing a long silk dress and a white ribbon on her hair, sat at the table, holding the chess pieces and engaging in a long test.
This was the third game of chess between her and Taoist Banshan today, and the fight was in full swing.
Wearing a gray robe and gray-brown eyes, the old man was quite proud of Cai Cai's move. At this time, he leisurely picked up the tea cup and drank tea.
The flower-picking monk who was watching was still wearing his cloak, covering his whole body.
"Taoist Priest, it's past noon. If the young monk's guess is correct, the three of them may have arrived at Qiantang. So, what arrangements have you made? Can you tell me?"
When Taoist Banshan heard this, a smile appeared on his lips:
"The master is still so eager, so that's fine. It's not that he's a master. He's just looking for a woman for the master to solve his problems."
The flower-picking monk put his hands together:
"Amitabha, the Taoist priest has seriously misunderstood me. What the monk did was a kind deed, helping others and helping himself, not out of desire. Most of the people who come to the temple to ask for children are not the women who are sick, but their husbands. However, again, If you want to put all the blame on those poor women, if they can't give birth and are in a dire situation, and a poor monk helps them, isn't it a good thing?"
Mrs. Wei suddenly looked up with a sneer:
"If you weren't still of some use, just because of your shameless attitude, I would send you back to the bliss of the West."
Master Banshan was busy trying to smooth things over and changed the subject:
"Ahem, let's not talk about this. Speaking of which, Pindao's plan is not difficult to guess. Just imagine, if the star official enters Qiantang City and wants to find a monk from the crowd in a short time, it will not be easy. It is nothing more than mobilizing the city's The government and other forces. But Pindao has secretly controlled several mendicant monks in the city using secret methods as helpers and spies."
"Today is the birthday of the richest man in the city, Mr. Qian. I arranged for someone to go there and rob a young lady from the Qian family. When the Qian family learns that someone is missing, they will report it to the Qiantang County Magistrate and start looking for it. This is what I threw bait."
The flower-picking monk asked:
"What the Taoist Master means is that as long as the star official enters the city and tries to contact the government, he will definitely learn about the kidnapping? So he will pay attention?"
"That's right," Taoist Banshan said, stroking his beard:
"This matter is not directly related to you, but since it has happened, the other party will definitely pay attention to it. What Xingguan is best at is searching, but he cannot estimate our existence. Sooner or later, it will inevitably come back. .”
After a pause, he said with a proud tone:
"And Pindao secretly arranged for people to stand guard at Qian's Mansion, County Government and other places. Once there was any action there, I would create noise and mislead, and transfer the female warrior away, and the remaining two could only enter this house. Di, there is no return."
This... the flower-picking monk praised:
"It's a good way to lure you into the urn. But what if Ye Hongling cannot be transferred away? What if we come together?"
Taoist Banshan originally wanted to deny it, saying that this would not happen.
However, in order to give his allies confidence, he still took out a platinum talisman from his arms, with strange patterns depicting killings on it, full of ancient meaning:
"This is the treasure that Pindao obtained from a large tomb. With this, it is enough to teleport the warrior out of the city."
As a Feng Shui master, the old Taoist priest returned from rebirth. Although he suddenly changed his body, he knew many treasures in his mind. The upside-down disk was dug out from a secret place.
The same is true for this platinum talisman.
The flower-picking monk was filled with envy:
"The Taoist priest has good skills and is worthy of being an expert with the title of 'Duobao' in history."
The old Taoist priest who moved the mountain smiled and said nothing. This is the origin of his Taoist name. This mountain is the "Treasure Mountain".
"The poor Taoist has traveled across the nine states for hundreds of years, and it is rare to enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed. However, he did not expect that he would sink in the Qianyuan treasure house without getting it. Instead, he lost the clay-embodied Dharma body and the upside-down disk. If he does not avenge this, he will not be able to sleep at night. sleep soundly."
While talking.
Mrs. Wei pressed the chess piece with a "pop" sound, the chessboard cracked, and the chess pieces fell down like a waterfall.
She met a monk's surprised gaze and said indifferently:
"Flies camp and dogs gou, if the world is full of people like you who hide your head and show your tail, plotting to ambush, and want to regain control of Jiuzhou, I'm afraid it's just a fool's dream."
Taoist Banshan was not angry and said with a smile:
"What Madam reprimanded is that the reason why people are human is that they are willing to use their brains. If they fight head-on, how is that different from barbarians? Just like when Madam killed the Great Zhou Imperial Master in the past, it was a bit reckless. How can it be done with one person's strength? Attacking the military formation? If a poor man is in charge, he will definitely..."
Mrs. Wei suddenly turned her head and stared at him.
At this moment, outside the pavilion, in the huge garden, a famous servant who was busy tending flowers and plants or serving him respectfully turned his head at the same time and stared at him.
The air temperature plummeted, and the atmosphere was filled with ghosts.
The flower-picking monk had the lowest level of cultivation. He was the first to notice the discomfort and was slightly frightened:
As far as he knew, Mrs. Wei's cultivation had not reached the well, and she had only broken through the nine realms.
However, the old Taoist priest "highly respected him" and told him secretly.
If we talk purely about her cultivation, Mrs. Wei is indeed far from reaching her peak.
But the "Ling Yu Dao" monk is similar to the Taoist talisman in that it is a profession that emphasizes accumulation.
The stronger the "spirit" you usually accumulate, the more cards you can play. If you use all your strength, the past accumulation will be poured out at once, and the power will far exceed the current situation.
In addition, the "Way of Controlling Spirits" specializes in cultivating souls. After being possessed by demons, Mrs. Wei takes the Road of Controlling Ghosts and is particularly good at weaving dilemmas of the souls.
As we all know, the soul of a monk sitting under a well is weak.
In addition, the mansion here is essentially a magic circle...
With many factors superimposed, he would naturally not be afraid of moving mountains at his peak, but he had just suffered a wave of losses and would inevitably be short of breath at this moment.
Facing Mrs. Wei's anger, the old Taoist smiled:
"The poor man is speechless, madam, don't blame him."
Mrs. Wei looked at him for a while, and then her aura of murder slowly dissipated. At this time, there was the sound of a carriage stopping outside the door.
"Here he comes." Taoist Banshan smiled, "The girl from the Qian family must have been delivered."
The flower-picking monk was overjoyed, but he forced himself to be patient and waited for the servants to bring the people in.
However, immediately afterwards, it was not Miss Qian who was sent into the mansion, but a loud bang.
Along with the screams, a bloody corpse flew over the wall like a cannonball.
The breaking wind crashed into the pond, causing large splashes of water.
All three people changed their colors, and only saw the body of the dervish monk floating in the pond.
"how come……"
The old Taoist priest's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly realized that his perfect plan seemed to have a little accident.
The next second, a sword with fierce murderous intent and martial artist Zhiyang rose from outside the courtyard gate, like the rising sun, the tiles shook, and the rustling of dead leaves fell.
"Demons and monsters!"
Ye Hongling's sharp shout almost tore the air, and the door leading to the atrium was torn apart by the sword energy.
The three people in the pavilion suddenly stood up and saw only:
At the open courtyard door, a female warrior wearing a black cloak, a black veil on her head, and holding a black gold sword led the way, with murderous intent in her eyes.
A girl with a small formation flag stuck behind her neck and a sword rope made of thin sword blades wrapped around her wrist followed closely behind.
After that, there was Ji Pingan, who was wearing a green shirt, and Miss Qian, who was gently rushed to the corner to hide by him, and was completely stunned.
"It's that old Taoist priest!"
Yu Yu yelled and locked eyes with Taoist Banshan, "They are indeed in the same group!"
"Amitabha." The flower-picking monk turned pale with fright, his figure tending to disintegrate into the black smoke.
Although Taoist Banshan was surprised, the scene in front of him was nothing more than the worst situation happening in advance.
Although he didn't know why Ji Ping'an and others came so quickly, there was no time to question them before the battle.
Hearing this, he just smiled and locked eyes with Ji Pingan:
"It seems that the one who took Pindao's reverse plate that day was Your Excellency."
Star Officer... In the pavilion, Mrs. Wei's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Ji Pingan shook his head and sighed softly:
"You were lucky enough to escape with your life last time, why don't you cherish it?"
The veins on Taoist Banshan's forehead were protruding, and he was filled with anger. He was never as calm as he appeared, and he was bound to retaliate. This was how he was described.
"I'll deal with this old Taoist priest first." Ye Hongling had no interest in talking.
I originally thought that this pursuit would be a long process, but unexpectedly, not long after entering the city, Ji Ping'an used some unknown means to lock the enemy's lair.
And he caught three at once.
Where could there be any delay at this moment, the female martial artist was so angry that she took a step forward.
Woo hoo... In the courtyard, the autumn wind suddenly became violent. Centered on the place where her boots stepped, the wind spread in circles. The lotus pods in the pond fell down and the lotus leaves were broken.
Spots of light appeared, the female warrior's eyes lit up with dazzling light, and the saber in her hand buzzed and trembled.
A circular well of illusion condensed around him, slowly rotating, and a powerful momentum spread in all directions.
The servants, maids, mothers-in-law, housekeepers and others in the mansion scattered in shock.
"Slay the demon!"
Ye Hongling shouted sharply, leaped up, and with the power of heaven and earth, locked the three people present with force with martial arts energy.
However, almost at the same time as it exploded, Taoist Banshan shook his sleeves, and a white gold talisman with a simple picture was shot out, spinning around his wrist three times.
With a pained expression, he threw it at Ye Hongling!
"Festival!"
In an instant, the silver talisman shined brightly, emitting a dazzling light. The next second, the light collapsed.
Ye Hongling and the old Taoist priest were pulled into the torn talisman at the same time, turned into light spots, and disappeared.
"exile!?"
After all, Yu Yu had some knowledge and recognized that this was a very rare talisman for forced transmission.
Her face changed slightly:
"Ye Hongling and the old Taoist priest may have been teleported out of the city. Although this thing is not of high quality and cannot be truly exiled for thousands of miles, it is still possible for dozens of miles."
Ji Ping'an was not panicked, but rather deliberately.
He looked at the remaining two people opposite and said with a smile:
"How about I give you a task?"
"Huh?" However, before Yu Yu could react, he only saw that the flower-picking monk had successfully disintegrated into a black mist, floating towards the outside of the courtyard, and escaped a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
"Where can the bald donkey go!?"
Yu Yu was furious. He pointed the command flag in his hand and flew out with a whoosh like an arrow. However, he only dispersed the black mist and failed to capture him.
In a hurry, the saint touched the ground with her boots, and used her escape technique to pursue her. In the blink of an eye, the two of them chased and escaped, disappearing into the building complex.
All this happened very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, only Ji Ping'an and Mrs. Wei were left confronting each other in the huge courtyard.
From beginning to end, Mrs. Wei did not take any action, and the same happened to Ji Ping'an.
At this time, as the four people retreated and fought against each other, in the center of the courtyard that was damaged by the strong wind and looked dilapidated, Ji Ping'an stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the plain woman opposite him calmly and peacefully.
Although the appearance is different from the memory.
But this plain robe of mourning, the white silk ribbon tied on her head hanging down to the corner of her skirt, her cold eyes, and the familiar feeling of madness and hatred, all tell the identity of the woman in front of her.
"Are you a star officer?"
In the courtyard surrounded by crisis and lingering autumn wind, after a brief silence, Mrs. Wei finally spoke her first line after appearing on the stage.
Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows slightly and emphasized:
"My name is Ji Ping'an."
"Are you a star official?" Mrs. Wei stared at him indifferently and asked the same question repeatedly, as if she didn't care at all about the name of the person in front of her, only the identity.
Ji Ping'an sighed softly and said seriously:
"Although I have always believed that no matter how mediocre, everyone is still a unique individual in the world, and the name should be placed before any identity and occupy the largest and most conspicuous position on the tombstone, but since you asked sincerely, then I I will tell you mercifully, yes, I am.”
Mrs. Wei finally had a smile on her lips, but the whole house suddenly became ghostly:
"Xing Guan is very good. So, how do you want to die?"
While he was talking, the servants who looked like backdrops in the huge mansion raised their heads and looked at the sky.
The heads of servants, maids, mothers-in-law, housekeepers... all of them suddenly floated up, separated from their bodies, and rose into the air.
Only the headless body was left standing upright on the ground, while the heads gradually twisted and turned into simple square lanterns.
It appears bleeding red.
There is an illusory human face on the lampshade, squirming and struggling, as if it is telling something.
Inside the mansion.
Behind a screen wall, Miss Qian, who was still wearing bright silk clothes, carefully hid while peeping boldly, suddenly felt that the light was dimming.
It was as if we had entered a dark night, but there were no stars. Everything around us was engulfed in darkness, the temperature plummeted, and the luxurious mansion turned into a spooky ghost.
She let out a low cry and fell to the ground, her buttocks hurting from the fall, but she tightly covered her mouth and looked up at the sky.
Then, in her tear-filled pupils, she reflected the red lanterns arranged like dragons on the dark sky.
Ji Ping'an stood alone in the dark courtyard and found that everything around him had changed.
The courtyard was dilapidated and in disrepair, and the pond had only dead branches and leaves, making it filthy and smelly.
The woman in plain clothes disappeared, and it seemed that only he and the lantern floating above his head were left in the whole world, reflecting the entire land into a bloody color.
An indescribable surge of trembling and fear originating from the depths of his soul seemed to engulf him.
However, there was no fear on Ji Ping'an's face, only a touch of nostalgia and reminiscence.
"Aren't you afraid?" Mrs. Wei's voice came from nowhere.
Ji Ping'an smiled and sighed softly in his heart: "Wei Qingqing, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still like this."
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