The people in the world suddenly thought, "Oh, I made a mistake."
Then he took out a few pieces of silver from his sleeve pocket. Although they were not big, they fulfilled what he said before writing the letter.
The Jianghu man excitedly waved the envelope, said "Thank you, boss lady", got up and was about to leave.
Zhao Ning suddenly stopped him, "This knight recently went to Pingyi Village in the southern suburbs?"
The Jianghu people were shocked and didn't know what to think. They turned around and stood in front of the case again. They nodded several times and said, "Yes, yes, how did the boss lady see it?"
Zhao Ning hasn't answered yet, but the Jianghu man is asking himself, "Am I really contaminated with some ghost energy? Have I really hit a ghost?"
Jiang Huren's expression suddenly changed. He sat astride a stool and talked extraordinarily, "Boss Boss, you don't know that I was wandering around the suburbs last night in order to find the best place to watch the decisive battle at the top of Huangcheng. He also entered that Pingyi Village."
"This Zhuangzi is full of ghosts. Sometimes I heard the laughter of children playing, and sometimes I heard the sobbing sounds of women. I thought they were the original residents of Zhuangzi. But when I looked inside, it looked like it was in tatters. It looked like it hadn't been there for three or four years. There is dust and cobwebs everywhere, how could someone make such a sound inside? The wind blowing outside made me feel only the gloomy wind."
There is indeed a ghost in that Zhuangzi. When Zhao Ning and Qin Keyuan came to Jiang Yicheng for the first time, they noticed something strange about Zhuangzi. However, after a brief inspection, they found that the ghost had not killed anyone. According to nearby villagers, there were only ghosts in this Zhuangzi. There will be some weird noises in the middle of the night, but they won't cause any harm to the nearby area.
Therefore, they did not interfere in Zhuangzi's affairs.
It's just that when this Jianghu man came in today, he was full of ghost aura. Seeing that this Jianghu man was honest and honest, Zhao Ning mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect that this Jianghu man seemed to know about Zhuangzi's situation and also knew about the ghostly aura.
"Who told you about 'ghost energy'?"
The Jianghu people blinked and said, "A Taoist priest, he seems to be from Zhengyang Temple."
"I need to go find the Taoist priest later to settle matters, but I can't harm myself."
He stood up and said to himself, "As long as the people from Zhengyang Temple are here, we won't be afraid of any accidents that may happen while watching the battle in three days."
He suddenly thought of something and rushed to the case, "The boss lady also knows this, could she be the legendary immortal master?"
Zhao Ning's expression did not change at all, "The knight is joking, I am just a believer in Zhengyang Guan."
Chapter 153
After the Jianghu people left, Zhao Ning sat behind the counter and thought for a while.
Zhengyang view?
There is no Zhengyang Temple in Jiangyicheng. Although Zhengyang Temple is the subjective view of Nanjing Kingdom, it does not have the ability and people to build Taoist temples in every city of Nanjing Kingdom.
In addition to the things Zhengyang Guan did in Dayue Kingdom, within nearly a year, the matter also spread to Nanjing State. The enthusiasm of the people in Nanjing for Zhengyang Guan plummeted, and they even had a trace of doubt about Zhengyang Guan. Did Yangguan have other plans for Nanjing? This made Zhengyangguan stay in Nanjing for a long time.
The emergence of Zhengyang Temple seems to mean that Jiang Yicheng's peaceful twenty days are coming to an end.
Zhao Ning had some sense of the leisure time she had stolen, but she really didn't go directly to Pingyi.
He painted the ancient cloud patterns one stroke at a time, carefully and attentively. After an unknown amount of time, he felt a familiar aura.
Someone you know is nearby.
Looking from the counter window to the street, I happened to bump into a figure. The man was wearing a Taoist robe of Zhengyang Temple. His arms were full of various things that should be used to conquer demons and eliminate demons in folk tales, including some glutinous rice and black dog blood. , peach wood sword and the like.
He walked in a hurry, frowning, and looking around from time to time, obviously looking for his companions.
Soon, the familiar source appeared in Zhao Ning's perception.
He Qiu.
The Taoist priest of Yongfeng City in Dayue Kingdom originally said that he entered Zhengyang Temple for resources. Later, he was in pain after learning the truth. Now he appears in Nanjing Kingdom, still dressed as a Taoist priest of Zhengyang Temple.
He Qiu hurriedly walked to the disciple's side and scolded him a few times. Suddenly he got a feeling and turned around, meeting Zhao Ning's eyes.
He was shocked on the spot and almost knelt down on the street.
But when Zhao Ning moved his fingers, he could only stand stiffly on the street. It took him a while to regain his sense from the shock. Zhao Ning let him go. He tapped the disciple next to him a few times, asking him to wait outside, and hurriedly went to recruit him. Come to Ning's bookstore.
He Qiu entered the bookstore, feeling a little cramped. He moved his eyes carefully across the bookstore, always feeling that the place where the immortal stayed must be unusual.
However, this bookstore is usually a bit deserted.
He walked to the counter in small steps and knelt down directly on the ground, "Junior He Qiu, I have met senior."
Zhao Ning said lightly, "No need to bow down, Taoist Master He, I can't even see you."
He Qiu smiled awkwardly, stood up straight, and saw that Zhao Ning was still drawing something with his head down.
He glanced at the paper subconsciously. For ordinary people, the ancient cloud pattern is just a picture, but for monks who have realized the great path, it is extremely mysterious. If you don't understand the ancient cloud pattern, you will only see it at this moment. It makes them dizzy.
He Qiu felt the pain and held his head backwards.
Zhao Ning raised his pen a little, and the pain disappeared instantly, but he no longer dared to look at what Zhao Ning wrote on the paper.
He Qiu said respectfully, "It is a great honor for me to see my senior here. I don't know what my senior's instructions are."
Zhao Ning slowly painted ancient cloud patterns, "I thought Taoist He would never stay in Zhengyang Temple anymore."
He Qiu almost knelt down on the spot when he heard this, but he remembered Zhao Ning's teasing when he entered the workshop. He didn't dare to kneel down, so he said stiffly, "I originally wanted to leave Zhengyang Guan, but Yu Ze said that the matter of Zhengyang Temple causing harm to Dayue Kingdom must be investigated clearly. To know what kind of attention Zhengyang Temple was paying, it could only go deep into the hinterland. So I volunteered, pretended to be seriously injured, and then followed the others back to the south. Jing.”
Zhao Ning agreed with this statement, "Then what did you find out?"
"I felt a little strange when I first arrived in the capital of Nanjing, but I couldn't explain it." He Qiu paused, "Before I had time to grasp the source of this feeling, I was sent here. They said they were here to stay. Decisive battle, capture the ruthless sword Li Wei."
After Zhao Ning paused, what did Zhengyangguan want to do to arrest Li Wei? How come the affairs of Jianghu people are involved in the Taoist temple?
"This order is very strange." He Qiu himself was also confused. "Zhengyang Temple has sent many people. In addition to me, there is also a Taoist Ren from Wuming who has good cultivation, plus a few who are top-notch in the world. , the disciple of a second-rate master. And all this is just to catch a charlatan."
Zhao Ning put down her pen and looked at He Qiu, "Is it the order from Zhengyang Guan, or the Nanjing court?"
He Qiu said, "It was the third prince who gave the order. After the leader of Nanjing fell seriously ill a year ago, the third prince supervised the country, and Zhengyang Temple also served the third prince."
The third prince? Is it the person Meng Ruyi calls "Brother, the Third Prince"?
"Junior thinks this is an opportunity. If this matter is handled well, I may be able to gain the trust of the third prince and be able to investigate the Zhengyang Temple more deeply."
Zhao Ning praised, "He Taoist priest is brave and resourceful."
"Senior, you are overly praised. There is no clue about this matter until now. I haven't seen the shadow of the witch or Li Wei yet." He Qiu grimaced with a headache. "Moreover, we also encountered disaster. We were attacked by ghosts inexplicably in the southern suburbs. Trapped in the haunted house, only me and the disciple outside have escaped."
He looked at Zhao Ning carefully and said, "Master Immortal, if you can help us..."
Probably seeing Zhao Ning continuing to draw mysterious patterns without looking at him, his voice unconsciously became softer, and he even did not dare to speak the second half of the sentence.
"You are at the second level of Qi training, so you should have no problem dealing with mortal ghosts."
"The ghost came and went without a trace. I finally caught the shadow. Fellow Taoist Ren used spells to attack, but was unable to harm the ghost at all. Fellow Taoist Ren was even seriously injured by the backlash."
He glanced at Zhao Ning secretly and begged again, "Senior?"
The tip of Zhao Ning's pen moved, and a piece of white paper with ancient cloud patterns floated up, and then landed on He Qiu's hand.
He Qiu held it in horror, not daring to look at it, but he didn't want to point the tip of Zhao Ning's pen a little, and it became ordinary in He Qiu's eyes, just a bunch of weird lines.
"This? Senior, what is this?"
Zhao Ning took out another piece of white paper and said, "Binding."
He Qiu didn't understand. In ordinary practice, he might not even be able to figure out what ancient cloud patterns were.
"Use the word 'bind' to deal with that ghost." Zhao Ning suddenly raised his head, tilted his head slightly and smiled at him, "If this doesn't work, it means that this ghost is extraordinary and may have a treasure or an expert to protect it."
He Qiu paused and suddenly felt a chill. If the word 'bind' was useless to test the ghost's strength, wouldn't he also die?
At this moment, he felt chilled when he saw the faint smile on Zhao Ning's lips.
No, he must be fully prepared before going.
He carefully folded the paper and handed it over to say goodbye, "Senior, do you have anything else to tell me?"
There is a hint of wanting to ask for something powerful again in these words.
But Zhao Ning was immersed in drawing the ancient cloud pattern again and ignored it at all. In Zhao Ning's opinion, if the ancient cloud pattern was not useful, then this ghost was really extraordinary.
Seeing this, He Qiu withdrew knowingly.
As soon as he reached the door, he saw the only disciple who had escaped with him drooping down.
When he saw that his hands were empty, he asked, "Where are your things?"
"What?" The disciple suddenly remembered that what He Qiu was talking about should be the pile of demon-killing things just now. The disciple made a sad face and said, "Master, didn't you just say that these things are misleading?"
He Qiu hit the disciple again and said, "We are going to Pingyi Village for a meeting in the evening. It will be useful to mislead disciples, as long as we can mislead them to ghosts."
Listening to their voices gradually moving away, Zhao Ning painted calmly one stroke at a time.
Until night, Zhao Ning was still painting ancient cloud patterns selflessly. Until he finished a stroke, the ink dots on the brush fell suddenly.
Directly destroying the entire ancient cloud pattern, Zhao Ning put down the pen and looked out the window. There was no one on the street anymore, and it looked a little desolate under the dim moonlight.
His consciousness was released outwards, and he seemed to hear some chaotic sounds and cries with soul-eating power in the distance.
Zhao Ning shook her head. It seemed that she had really miscalculated, and the ancient cloud pattern "binding" was really useless.
In a flash, the person had disappeared into the bookstore.
Pingyi Village, called Zhuangzi, is actually a large building with three entrances and three exits. It is just that it is particularly conspicuous in the suburbs, so it is called a village.
He Qiu successfully rescued several disciples and Taoist Ren, but the crisis was not completely resolved.
A few of them were running in the corridors extending in all directions, constantly looking behind them. The back was trapped in darkness. From time to time, cold cries could be heard. They cried so hard that their hearts seemed to stop beating, and the darkness seemed to wrap around them. The crying sound was getting closer and closer.
Several of He Qiu's disciples have been trapped here for a day and a night. They are now numb and look calmer than He Qiu.
One of them even complained, "Master, didn't you say you got something very powerful that can bind evil ghosts? What is that thing chasing after us right now?"
"Ask me, I'll ask who to go to." He Qiu retorted, but he didn't dare to say more, but said, "I'm afraid this evil ghost is extremely powerful. We have to find a way to save our lives. If we can get out, we should pass on the news as soon as possible." To senior."
"Master, it seems we don't have that chance." Someone suddenly interrupted.
The person rushing at the front suddenly stopped. Fortunately, he was very tall and the people behind him didn't knock him down when they bumped into him.
"What are you doing?" Amid everyone's confusion, the burly man pointed forward with trembling hands.
These people had just been paying attention to the fierce ghost chasing behind them, and had no intention of looking ahead. It was already instinct to run forward.
But I didn't expect that when I looked at it, it was incredible, it was also pitch black ahead.
There was a faint trace of blood depicting the appearance of a female ghost, and the shrill cries became even louder, as if they were about to reach her ears.
One of the disciples couldn't bear it anymore and blood oozed from his ears.
Several people were standing back to back, forming a circle. They were not doing this to defend themselves, but to prevent their legs from slipping.
