The rain kept falling.
The sky was dark as if pressed down.
There are lightning and thunder in the rolling dark clouds, and if the windows are not closed tightly enough, you can still hear the howling wind.
A group of night patrolmen wearing raincoats and bamboo hats walked through Lanfu Street.
The leader of the team was not Brother Jinyang, but a newly transferred old monk.
His name is "Maru Ran", he has a gentle temper and always has a smile on his face.
After a period of familiarity, the people on the night patrol have understood the monk's character, and they are less awe-inspiring and more relaxed.
Even during patrols, everyone can chat, and instead of blaming Mr. Maruran, he will participate and tell some of his own experiences.
His good temper is similar to that of the grandpa next door.
Chen Qingyan, like everyone else, has a much better sense of monk Wanran than monk Jinyang.
As a result, Brother Maran Ran will not leave his post at will, so everyone does not have to worry about being left without support after encountering a demon.
Secondly, they are easy to get along with, and the atmosphere in the team is no longer oppressive.
Perhaps no one has troubled Chen Qingyan during this period, and everyone's attitude towards him has returned to the past. Those who covet his great achievements will still try their best to find reasons and excuses to ask for his great achievements.
It's like getting rich overnight and suddenly all your relatives come to visit.
Chen Qingyan didn't bother to talk to these people. When he met the shameless ones, he was really annoyed, so he beat them up. Anyway, everyone knew about killing the bone evil spirits, so he could expose some of his strength appropriately to intimidate them. Xiaoxiao.
Unexpectedly, this move attracted many sycophants.
Chen Qingyan is only thirteen years old now, and his cultivation has already reached the stage of casting and refining the essence. There is a high probability that he will be able to perfect the Gu Yuan Gong in the future.
Although everyone knows that it is not his talent that is good but the elixir that is working, how many of the entire Lingu outer sect disciples have perfected the Gu Yuan Gong?
Everyone was so jealous that they were almost beyond recognition.
When Chen Qingyan "luckily" escaped from the dragon's mouth and obtained the five great merits, some people started to make plans. Now he had a 'lucky' chance to kill a spirit monster, and the great achievement he achieved made the night watchers jealous and they always thought about it.
In the past few months, Chen Qingyan has not only been annoyed by colleagues in his own team, but also 'visited' by people from other districts and even patrol teams with backgrounds in the city.
Some are begging for elixirs, some are using small deeds in exchange for great merit, and some are asking him to purchase certain items that can only be purchased with great merit. They are either soft or hard, using coercion and inducement, using all means...
So much so that Chen Qingyan has been in a bad mood during this period.
The only thing worth celebrating is that he spent all the ten rewards he received early, otherwise he would only attract more flies.
In addition, in the past few months, no fewer than ten incidents of evil spirits harming people have occurred in Jugucheng.
Two incidents occurred in Beicheng.
Fortunately, Brother Maran Ran was very helpful and dealt with it as soon as he discovered it, so no night patrolman died.
Everything went smoothly tonight, nothing unusual happened.
Everyone returned to the Lingu station at dawn to take over the shift with the day patrol team.
"Nothing happened last night."
Maruran said calmly to the monks on the day patrol.
The two exchanged pleasantries and completed the shift handover.
But just as the day patrol was preparing to set off and everyone in the night patrol was preparing to go back to their homes, a monk with a fat belly and a shiny face floated down from the open-air inner hall on a purple ribbon.
The good old monk Maran Ran smiled with wrinkles on his face and greeted him personally. The two parties seemed to know each other. After a brief exchange, other monks also came forward.
The patrol team stopped immediately.
The monks came at this time, and they probably had tasks assigned to them.
The disciples of the day patrol team secretly complained, and the night patrol team also looked ugly. If this happened in the past, 90% of it was related to evil spirits.
Not all the demons hiding in Jugu City were discovered by the patrols. On the contrary, most of them were actually reported by residents in the city.
The patrol team only consists of those people. Jugu City is too big to patrol in all directions and at all times, and Lingu cannot invest too much manpower here. The meaning and purpose of the patrol's existence is more to deter monsters and maintain order in the city.
Many times, evil spirits are discovered only after they have harmed people.
The patrol team is then responsible for investigating and manhunting.
At this time, the fat monk arrived, and everyone felt that another demon had appeared. It was strange that they were in a good mood.
The only ones with normal faces were probably the day and night patrols in the city.
"No one has left. It's fine if they haven't left. There's no need to call them back. Well, you all listen carefully. All the outer disciples whose names I read out must stand up for me."
The fat monk had a piece of paper in his hand, which was densely written with words.
"Jiang Bingxin."
The first name that the fat monk thought of was the captain of the night patrol in the north of the city.
Jiang Bingxin looked calm and walked to the front of the team.
"Ban Jigeng."
"Lan Yansheng."
"Wei Yanjing."
"Gao Yichen."
"Dou Di."
"Meng Tongzu."
"Gongyang Qingshu"
"Jin Hongyan."
The fat monk kept talking and read out the names one by one.
"Yan Xingzhen."
"Qiao Qiurong."
"The Mei Xing family."
"Gou Zhi."
"Ke Shaosong."
"Wang Teng."
"Peng Zongxin."......
At the front of the team, more and more patrol members came forward, and the number gradually reached fifty.
The fat monk put down the list, glanced at the disciples whose names were read, nodded and said:
"You guys, go back immediately, pack your bags, and arrive at Changming Hall before noon to wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, before everyone below could make an uproar, the obese monk nodded to Marunan and other monks, then wrapped the purple ribbon around his body and flew away.
"Changming Palace, are we leaving the city?"
"You also need to bring your luggage. I think you will probably go to the ancient town to garrison."
"I'm out stationed. How could this happen? I've just been transferred to the city to patrol."
Chen Qingyan looked a little gloomy. His name was called too suddenly.
Brother Maran Ran and several others met, ignored the noisy outer disciples, and started discussing in a low voice.
After a while,
The day patrol monks spoke together, suppressing the confusion, and directly told the fat monk that they were going to garrison in the ancient town, and then ordered the disciples whose names were read to leave the team immediately and go back to pack their bags.
After the fifty patrol disciples left, they began to count the number of people patrolling in each city.
Lingu Mountain Road.
Chen Qingyan hurried up the mountain.
The sudden transfer completely disrupted his plan.
He has already planned for his future. He will stay in Lin Valley for a few years and decide whether to quit the night patrol team depending on the situation. When Gu Yuan Gong is completed, he will participate in the next Gu Summit Martial Arts, win the leader, and then use The 'fierce gods' or 'evil spirits' who are rewarded become monks.
If everything goes well, there is a high probability that he will become a monk within five years and ten years, and no more than fifteen years at the latest. At this time, he will only be in his twenties and in his prime.
But a transfer order disrupted everything.
But he couldn't refuse yet.
You can only follow the instructions.
Like him, there were many outer sect disciples rushing to Lin Valley around him, with almost no smiles on their faces.
Chen Qingyan sighed and glanced at the oval sky. At this time, the sky was just getting brighter and the shower was beginning to stop.
It was still early before noon, so he restrained his negative emotions and quickly adjusted his mentality.
Since we cannot disobey the transfer order, we must make preparations as soon as possible.
