In the next few decades, Rong Tong was still stuck in the big mess of Bian'an City, busy cleaning up and finishing things all day long. There were only a few selectors she could trust. When there was not enough manpower, she often had to do it herself. Today we will go to the old site of the Southern Jin branch to search and count the physical evidence, and tomorrow we will check the files and investigate the eighteenth generation of Shangqin’s ancestors. The Southern Jin royal family must not be innocent...
And the most troublesome thing is the attitude of the Presbyterian Church.
Regarding the case of the Southern Jin branch selling the number of selected disciples, Rong Tong compiled a file of more than 100,000 words, and submitted 17 or 18 memorials. From the discovery of evidence to the final self-destruction of Master Shang Qin, all doubts were raised She explained clearly all the known information, and she was waiting for a clear instruction from the Elder Council.
It is one thing for Jun Zhi to give a harsh sentence, but it is another and more serious nature for the principal to self-destruct and cause the entire branch to be annihilated.
However, the orders issued by the Presbyterian Council continued to contradict themselves. The self-destruction had just occurred, and the order to completely block the news had arrived; and then the approval of her memorial came back, asking Rong Tong and his party to secretly investigate the case, but not even half an hour later, the urgent notice to stop it came. It rang loudly in her consciousness.
It can be seen that her previous inferences are most likely based on the truth. It is not the entire Presbyterian Church that condones the branch's collusion with the outer sect. These instructions, which change like the sky in June, are implicitly hinted at. A fierce game between the seven elders.
Rong Tong is very clear about her position. She is just a middle-class person and has no ambition to be a cultivator, Hai Rui. She will do whatever the leader tells her to do. If the leader has not yet decided what to do, she will do nothing for the time being.
So she turned around and went to investigate another important case. In the end, she didn't know if she didn't investigate it. After investigating, she found that the matter was not as simple as it seemed -
In the cell under the barrier, Rong Tong occupied the broken wooden table at the head of the cell, lighting an oil lamp and reading through the interrogation papers he had compiled over the past few days.
Li Jingxun held a newly carved jade slip and said while looking at it, "Sir, the identities of all the suspicious persons who were arrested in the city a while ago have been verified. Their origins are different, and most of them were deceived. Ordinary people who deliver messages for others, and the sources of the monks who were caught are also very mixed, some are from the bottom of small scattered monk organizations, and some are from the outer sects of aristocratic sects that have fled."
The more she talked, the more troubled she became, "They don't know much. When they pieced it together, there is only a vague outline of an illegal diaspora monk organization. I only know that their activities started to become more frequent after they changed a new leader. There are many The people were only recruited within a month or two. As for what they were going to do and what their purpose was, they didn’t have a clear idea. They even didn’t know anything about the siege by demon-stained creatures on the northern outskirts of the city that night. We Now I’m afraid it’s hard to determine whether they are really involved with the devil…”
Rong Tong put down the file in his hand, "I remember there seem to be two more people in the Golden Core stage there, where are they?"
"These two mouths are surprisingly tough. They have 'leads' planted on them. We cannot use 'glimpse' and 'past events', otherwise it may cause self-destruction again." Li Jingxun said in frustration.
"It doesn't matter. Let's go in another direction and check whether their names are on the household registration of the chieftain."
Li Jingxun was stunned, obviously not understanding the connection, but her greatest advantage was that she was obedient, and she would do whatever the leader wanted to do immediately. really……
"Sir! Their soul auras are indeed archived in Kunlun!!"
Isn't it? This gang exudes the aura of poverty that is visible to the naked eye. The members are all scraps that others don't want. Jin Danqi is the most promising leader of a rebel group like the Tianming Society. It is not easy to cultivate from scratch. He won't let people go easily. It is even more unlikely to say that he is a casual cultivator who relies entirely on his own cultivation. Rong Tongguo has come to understand in the almost one year since he came here that cultivating immortals is really a waste of manpower and material resources. Otherwise, Kunlun could not help but think about the magic number. , the Lehuan Pavilion is always crowded with foreign sects who come to seek enlightenment. Why is it that now, just looking at the number and quality of monks, the Kunlun family is still the largest?
Therefore, they are most likely from other aristocratic families or sects, and as long as these aristocratic families and sects are rooted in Junzhou, their disciples must be registered as chieftains of the Kunlun Division.
"...Pei Xuanqing, Zhang Zhilong, uh, the sixteenth generation of the Yuhua Sect's Xuan generation..." Li Jingxun exclaimed in a low voice, "Yuhua Sect!"
Rong Tong had already stood up, turned around and walked quickly into the cell. Good guy, it’s the Yuhua Sect again, a small rebel group created by the real Yuhua who dug into the corners of Kunlun. Is this going around again and getting involved with Tianshan Snow?
"Come on, you two, after reading this confession, your case will be settled." She opened the cell door and projected a temporary text on the dark wall.
The two people who were tied by the Immortal Binding Rope across from them raised their heads angrily and squinted their eyes to glance at the writing on the wall. At first glance, it was just a perfunctory confession. The charges were all already mentioned by others. What was pried out from the mouth was nothing new. They looked at each other in pairs, both silent.
"Don't read it? Then you are probably of no use." Rong Tong turned his head impatiently and directly ordered Li Jingxun who was following him, "Get rid of them now! We don't have time to stay here with these unknown people. Consumption."
Li Jingxun: "Huh?"
The two prisoners on the ground immediately panicked. You elbowed me and I elbowed you again. When Li Jingxun hesitantly drew out his long sword and started to draw on their necks, someone finally lost his mental defenses——
"A certain person is actually a rebellious party, teaching the people the devil's way, but he is a licentious and stupid person, and he actually works with him. Cholera is common, which is against the law..."
The other one also gritted his teeth and followed, "...I sincerely repent, and I must swear to heaven, mountain..."
They all suddenly stopped, their faces turned pale, and they could no longer read any more.
This whole sentence, which does not even make sense when read carefully, is nonsense, and it goes like this: You should take an oath to the sky and the purity of the mountains and snow as a lesson.
The triggering of "leads" generally comes from two aspects, either the forced intervention of external forces is perceived, or the person who buried the wire triggers confidential key information by himself.
Rong Tong has removed the impatient and perfunctory look on his face, followed by the depression radiating from the bottom of his heart.
"Watch them, don't let an ant in." She hurriedly opened the cell door.
"Then my lord, what are you going to do..."
"Write a memorial," telling them that things are getting worse now. The remnants of the previous dynasty are here again, and they are suspected of being connected to the devil.
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Previously, a long article of more than 100,000 words that she painstakingly put into the political hall did not even get a splash, but now this article has received an immediate response.
Yunhua Yuanjun contacted her personally and asked for details about the demonic siege.
In fact, she had written a very detailed article before, but when her boss came to ask questions in person, she had to repeat it again with a dry mouth, about the overwhelming situation of demon-contaminated objects and heavy casualties that night, including the previous discovery of refugees in the suburbs. Suspicious monks appeared in the shed, and members of the suspected illegal diaspora monk organization were later arrested.
Of course, she deliberately erased the woman in white who called herself Bai Zhi, and automatically pieced together the remaining facts, carefully leaving no trace of doubt.
Yunhua Yuanjun told her that the Presbyterian Church attached great importance to the case, "Demons are not tolerated in Jiuzhou. The demonic chaos a thousand years ago destroyed half of Junzhou. What's more, now that Tianshan Snow is involved, the crime of rebellion is not add."
"When the disciple selection is over, you will continue to stay, investigate thoroughly, and never tolerate the criminals!"
Rong Tong said yes, and the water mirror flashed away. Immediately afterwards, she received two subpoenas, one was a new appointment to facilitate her investigation of the case; the other was the closing document of the quota selection case——
"Shang Qin, the head of the Southern Jin branch, was corrupt, perverted the law, and colluded with other factions. Knowing that he was defeated, he committed suicide out of fear of guilt, implicating more than a hundred people in the branch."
It seems that the Political Affairs Hall has finally reached a consensus.
Rong Tong closed his eyes for a long time and let out a long breath.
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A month passed like this. All the nobles suspected of illegally occupying the disciple selection quota were imprisoned. The new king was selected from the distant sect and hurriedly ascended the throne. The army was reorganized and the court was reorganized. The entire country was in the inner gate of Kunlun. With the strong intervention of the monk, it was replaced with fresh blood, and after a short period of rectification, it quickly started functioning again.
New members of the Southern Jin branch were transferred from other branches and took office one after another. The new branch was located on a distant hill outside the city gate, officially separated from the palace.
The disciple re-examination also came to an end under the auspices of the selector. As expected, there were many more young people with superior qualifications than in previous years, and among them there was a young man with Tianshui spiritual roots who deserved attention. This group of young people who had a hard life but finally got what they wanted were taken into the fairy ship by the inner monks in the Nascent Soul stage and set sail towards the white Kunlun.
But Rong Tong and her small team are still in Bian'an, and they are destined to spend the upcoming New Year on the run.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Rong Tong walked out of the door of the dormitory and found that the snow in the courtyard was getting deeper and deeper. Before the snow melted in the early sunshine, the snow continued to fall for more than half a month. Everyone in the inner palace was in their arms. It kept turning, and there were no more people to clear the snow.
To the monk, this actually didn't matter. She was used to a life of traveling without touching the ground.
"Miss, you haven't slept a wink this whole month." Baoqin reminded her from behind. Of course, the full name of "closed eyes" she refers to is "closed eyes practice." For Baoqin, cultivation is the top priority of a monk. Rong Tong being so busy with secular affairs is putting the cart before the horse, and she has always complained about this.
"Hmm, when I get back from my work..." Rong Tong was as perfunctory as ever.
"You've been saying the same thing for the past few dozen days," Baoqin looked at her. "Now there are a lot less things. This time it's just a routine inspection. You don't have to follow up in person. It's better to hurry up than to catch up. You should go back now. !”
The door creaked, and Rong Tong was pushed in staggeringly. The door was closed again and could no longer be opened. It was probably blocked outside.
Rong Tong was extremely sad and angry, feeling that he was becoming more and more like the cultivator Yang Bailao.
She resignedly found a futon and prepared to meditate. As soon as she sat down, she touched the brocade quilt of a bed. She sat blankly on the red sandalwood bed that was supposed to be placed in the inner hall... No, this seems to be the inner hall!
A faint shadow appeared on the screen, and a young man walked out. It was an old classmate she had just met.
"I said, you made me teleport? No... why are you here?!" She was a little confused.
The lights in the hall were dim, but he didn't answer the question, "Monks don't need to eat, drink or sleep, so you have completely lost the distinction between day and night. This is the first time in so many days that I have seen you calm down for a moment. The Nascent Soul stage is far worse than you think. It's so strong, and if it continues like this, even if your body is fine, your consciousness will be overwhelmed first."
"What you need most now is not cultivation, but sleep."
"Um, thank you...thank you?" Rong Tong's face showed some uncomfortable shyness, "Um, I'm sorry, we didn't make anything clear in the end that night. After waiting for you for so long, you also saw my side. It is really……"
But is it a necessity, or is it an excuse to avoid it because of busyness? Otherwise, how would those tears end in the end? After the shattering of feelings that had nowhere to go, they would just be former classmates.
Oh, or maybe she could have used the feeling of homesickness to cover it up. Verbal excuses were what she was always good at. But if something as luxurious as reason could always be online, she wouldn't have missed so much from the beginning. Emotionally, she has always been timid.
Fifteen years... right?
Is she still upset?
have no idea.
But she knew that escaping would not lead to anything in the end. "Since you and I are both free now, I just have a few very important questions. How did you live..."
The young man put his slender index finger on his lips and said, "New Year's Eve will be in seven days. Let's celebrate the New Year together."
Rong Tong was stunned.
"We can have a good chat then. I'll tell you everything you want to know, okay?"
She nodded slowly, a wave of sleepiness coming over her.
"Good night then."
In her last consciousness, he held the back of her head and slowly sank onto the pillow. When he left, his broad sleeves brushed the tip of her nose, and the cold fragrance of white plums filled her dreams.
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