While Yu Luming had a headache and was angry, Yan Shouyi also received the news.
He didn't get angry and curse like Yu Luming, he just sighed.
The human heart is complex, but at the same time it is also simple. The Imperial Master does not even need to do anything, and a large number of people cannot stand the temptation and take the initiative to go to Daqing Mountain to die.
It is conceivable that the national master will never waste the rations delivered to his door. He will either turn these people's souls into ghosts and their bodies into zombies, or absorb their vitality to restore his own strength.
But Yan Shouyi is still not sure how crazy the Imperial Master will be.
Therefore, after receiving the news, Yan Shouyi immediately returned to his residence to find Lin Zitong, who was nine months pregnant.
Lin Zitong often felt uncomfortable when her child was about to be born, but she did not slack off in managing the Lushan Sect.
Under Tao Huaying's service, Lin Zitong often handles affairs when she is in good condition.
She also learned that someone was missing in Daqing Mountain, but she didn't know why Yan Shouyi came to find her.
"Stinky girl, how are you feeling today?" Yan Shouyi was not in a hurry to talk about the matter, but first expressed concern.
With the war approaching, Yan Shouyi did not want to ignore the hardships Lin Zitong had endured, especially when Lin Zitong was most vulnerable.
Lin Zitong smiled warmly: "The child is just a little naughty, nothing else."
"Well...have you heard about what happened in Daqing Mountain?"
Before Lin Zitong could answer, Tao Huaying on the side couldn't help but said: "Those guys who claim to be righteous people are very greedy for merit. When I was outside, I was often chased by Taoist priests. I don't have any background." In their eyes, the ghost king is a meritorious deed! Well, it’s fine now, Mr. Ye is a dragon, and they all died in Daqing Mountain!"
Yan Shouyi couldn't help but was speechless. Tao Huaying's resentment towards the Taoist priest was really heavy.
However, the Taoist priest's job is to subjugate and eliminate demons. Tao Huaying has done bad things before, so it's no wonder that the Taoist priest chases him.
Although the Taoist priests are a little greedy for merit, they are doing good deeds at least, and they will not be laughed at even if they die.
Lin Zitong sighed: "When they died, Xuanmen's power was weakened, but it strengthened the power of the national master."
"This is exactly why I came to you," Yan Shouyi said, "Is Lianhe here? I have a few questions I want to ask her."
Hearing this, Lin Zitong gently shook the bone chain soul-calling bell, and Lianhe's soul was immediately released.
Lianhe saluted Lin Zitong immediately, and then Yan Shouyi shouted: "My slave, please send your regards to the princess and the general."
"You don't need to salute when you see us in the future," Yan Shouyi stopped Lianhe, "I have a few questions to ask you. Tell me everything you know in detail."
Lianhe also realized that the matter seemed a bit serious. She nodded: "I must know everything and answer it."
"Stop calling yourself slave. You should call yourself 'me'."
Yan Shouyi asked: "Did the Imperial Master have any special abilities when he was in Qingjiang Kingdom? Or, did he have any special helpers in Qingjiang Kingdom?"
Hundreds of people are pouring into Daqing Mountain. It is impossible for them all to lose contact. Even if the national master is powerful and there is no clone technique, there will always be a few who can escape, right?
But the fact is that hundreds of people disappeared out of thin air, and not one came back.
Therefore, Yan Shouyi suspected that the imperial master had helpers in Daqing Mountain.
Lianhe thought for a while and suddenly clapped his hands: "Slave...I thought of it! Not only did the Imperial Master have great magical powers, he could control the wind and rain, and predict good and bad luck, he also had a special group of 'dead soldiers' under his command."
"Death warrior?"
"Yes, there are about fifty dead soldiers of the Imperial Preceptor, called 'Immortals'. They are invulnerable to water and fire. They don't know fear and kill people like hemp!" Lianhe showed a look of fear, as if after so many years, the immortals were still alive. People still left a heavy shadow on her.
Lin Zitong frowned and said, "It sounds like a zombie."
The world a thousand years ago was different from what it is now. Many of the skills in folk sects did not yet have their own sects, and zombies back then might not have the specific name of "zombie."
Lianhe shook his head and said: "The undead are different from zombies. Zombies have no ability to heal themselves, but every time the undead lose arms and legs, they will recover the next day, and they don't bleed at all."
"The undead are not zombies."
Yan Shouyi sighed softly and said in a deep voice: "The Imperial Master is the descendant of Lu Ban, and his so-called immortal should be the wooden puppet body."
"Ah! It's very possible!" Lianhe immediately agreed with Yan Shouyi's point of view.
The Wooden Puppet Dharmakaya is also invulnerable to fire, water, and weapons, and does not bleed or feel fear.
After all, the wooden puppet body itself is just a pile of wood. Even if it is missing arms or legs, just replace the parts later. It does not involve life or death at all.
If the immortal is the wooden puppet dharma body, then the national master would have created fifty powerful wooden puppet dharma bodies thousands of years ago.
Lianhe recalled: "Besides the most favored disciples of the Imperial Master, the biggest minions of the Imperial Master are the immortals. In the imperial court of Qingjiang State back then, the Imperial Master would send immortals to kill anyone who dared to disobey the Imperial Master. Before the country was overthrown, the Imperial Master's The prestige is not as high as that of the National Preceptor, and no one in the government or the public dares to go against the National Preceptor."
"The undead are so powerful, why don't the Imperial Guards build more of them and go out to fight for the army to defeat the Yushu Kingdom and the big northern countries?" Lin Zitong asked.
Lianhe shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's because of the materials? Or maybe it's because the national master's cultivation level can't control more wooden puppets?"
Just because the National Master couldn't do it back then doesn't mean he can't do it now.
Yan Shouyi suspected that the Imperial Master might have hidden many wooden puppets in the Daqing Mountains for today's big plan.
Those decent people who disappeared in the Daqing Mountains were probably killed by the wooden puppet Dharmakaya.
"Second question," Yan Shouyi asked, "What other special abilities does the Imperial Master have? It's related to... murder."
Lianhe said: "The Imperial Preceptor has killed many, many people, but he is different from the general. The General kills the enemy on the battlefield, while the Imperial Preceptor tortures people in prison. Most of the prisoners who fall into the hands of the Imperial Preceptor have no hope of survival. You can't die, the screams in the dungeon never stop from morning to night, and no one even dares to live around the dungeon."
"Moreover, the Imperial Master also planted a sacred tree in the capital. In just a few years, the sacred tree grew to a height of forty feet, with a crown of more than twenty feet wide, covering the sky and the sun! Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, The prisoners will be escorted to the sacred tree to be beheaded, and their blood will be used to irrigate the sacred tree. The national master calls this ceremony 'prayer', and the purpose is to enhance the national destiny of Qingjiang Kingdom."
This bloody ceremony sounded extremely cruel. The imperial master actually called it "praying" in a high-sounding way. Yan Shouyi felt sick.
Obviously, the so-called sacred trees and blessings cannot enhance the national destiny of Qingjiang Kingdom.
The greater possibility is that the National Preceptor is seeking benefits for himself.
