Chapter 172: No Record
Jingwu coughed lightly, pulling his thoughts back.
Looking at the two folding fans in front of him, one blue and one purple, he asked, "Have you seen the evil god before?"
"Of course, back then, it was us and our master who killed him together."
Xiaoqing spoke with pride, as if she were puffing out her chest, and leaned back slightly while fanning herself.
"Master? Who was your previous master?" Jingwu asked curiously.
"Of course..."
Before Xiaoqing could finish speaking, Xiaozi suddenly interjected, "Of course it's Master! We've used up too much energy today, we need to rest."
Xiaoqing realized what was happening and immediately chimed in, "Yes, we need to rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, both fans fell to the ground on the table and fell silent.
Jingwu's lips twitched, and he turned to look at the boy, only to find that the boy also had a speechless expression on his face.
The owner of these two fans is definitely no ordinary person.
Xiaoqing just mentioned that she and her master slew the evil god together.
That should be recorded.
Jingwu rubbed his head, trying to recall the events carefully.
There doesn't seem to be a specific record of which god slew the evil god.
She looked up and asked the boy beside her, "In the Xuanmen (mystical sect), is there any record of which god slew the evil god?"
Yue Huai thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No, it just simply recorded that several gods joined forces to kill the evil god, but it didn't record which one it was."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu fell into deep thought. It was strange that such an important matter was not recorded.
She thought she should write to her master later to ask if he knew the specifics.
As the two were thinking, a sound came from the next room.
Yue Huai first stood up and went outside. As soon as he stepped outside, he saw the doctor come out.
"Doctor, how is she?"
The doctor wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and said, "The two who are seriously injured need to rest well and should preferably not get out of bed. The other one is not seriously injured; just apply the medicine and take the medication on time."
Jingwu also came out at this time, his doubts still not dissipated.
She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the room where Prince Yu lived.
All of this is too much of a coincidence.
After seeing the doctor off, Yue Huai went to check on his master and senior brother. Seeing that they were still unconscious, he went to another room and saw that Prince Yu had woken up and was leaning against the headboard, so he went in.
Jingwu followed her in, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the person on the bed.
It's strange, I can't tell what's going on in this person's face.
"Ah Huai? It really is you." Prince Yu looked at the person in front of him with delight and said in a gentle tone, "I thought it was you just now, but it was too dark in the dungeon, so I didn't dare to recognize you."
Yue Huai looked at the person in front of him, a subtle change flashing in his eyes, and then asked, "Why is Your Highness in the dungeon?"
"Sigh, don't even mention it." Prince Yu leaned against the headboard, his smile unchanged. "I promised my old friend that I would come to visit him. I planned to rest in the villa for two days before setting off. But I never expected that a sudden gust of cold wind would knock me unconscious that night. When I woke up, I found myself inexplicably in the dungeon of my own villa."
Jingwu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Is it really that simple?"
Prince Yu seemed to see through what the two were thinking and immediately said, "Sigh, being locked up is bad enough, but being whipped a few times by his own guards is even worse. Ah Huai, come back with me later. I will definitely have that guard beheaded."
Hearing this, Yue Huai's doubts deepened, and he asked, "This mansion, is it yours?"
The Prince Yu he knew disliked extravagance, loved poetry and painting, and was very refined. This mansion really didn't seem like his.
Prince Yu nodded, his expression natural: "Yes, she's mine. When I was young, I fell in love with a girl. She loved extravagance, so I built a mansion for her according to her tastes and raised her there. But alas, she was a tragic beauty who died in childbirth. Since then, I haven't been here much. This time, I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. Not only was I beaten up, but I don't even know who's behind this."
Yue Huai paused after hearing this, intending to think it over, but the person in front of him immediately spoke again.
"Ah Huai, what are you doing here?" Prince Yu leaned closer to him and teased in a low voice, "Is this girl your confidante?"
His eyes were filled with a smile; he had noticed it the moment he entered the room.
The girl was dressed simply and looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Upon closer inspection, her features were quite beautiful.
Yue Huai snapped out of his daze, his face immediately turning red. Looking at the person in front of him, he whispered, "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense. This is my... my fellow Daoist."
"Oh~ Fellow Daoist~" Prince Yu looked at him and didn't believe him.
He's just an ordinary fellow Daoist, why is he blushing?
However, as long as his attention is diverted, that's fine.
Yue Huai noticed his teasing expression, frowned, said a few casual words, and then walked out of the room first.
It looks like they're fleeing in panic.
Jingwu followed him slowly until they reached the next room and closed the door before she spoke.
"He's wrong."
At this moment, Yue Huai's blush had disappeared, and he nodded seriously: "Yes, I can't tell from his face or his palm. It's been deliberately hidden."
Jingwu nodded: "What he said isn't right either. In short, I don't think this person is that simple."
"Yes, we'll be careful." Yue Huai wasn't sure yet, but he felt that he must have been frightened and his words were incoherent, until he mentioned the relationship between Jing Wu and himself, and the wicked smile hidden in his eyes.
Having been imprisoned and severely beaten, how could one possibly be preoccupied with speculating about the relationships of others?
Jingwu sat down in a chair, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Rest for a while. We'll ask your master and senior brother for details when they wake up."
Yue Huai nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back to my room to rest first. You, you should rest early too."
Jingwu nodded, watched him walk out, and immediately sent a message to his master, asking about the matter of slaying the evil god back then.
She leaned on the table, pointing her finger at her head.
If the evil god were to be resurrected, it would surely absorb the souls of even more people. In doing so, countless more people would die in vain.
How exactly did they slay the evil god that time?
If we can find a way to kill the evil god, wouldn't that prevent more innocent people from dying in vain?
Jingwu had something weighing on his mind, and he didn't sleep well that night.
After returning to his room, Yue Huai was overwhelmed by many memories from the past, and he tossed and turned, unable to sleep soundly.
As dawn broke, he got up to visit his master and senior brother.
As soon as the door was pushed open, I saw the master open his eyes and stare blankly at a certain spot.
"Master, you're awake?"
Zhao Xuanzhou was a little dazed at the moment. Hearing the voice, he turned around and saw that it was his little apprentice. A smile flashed across his face: "Ah Huai".
Yue Huai nodded excitedly: "It's me, Master. What do you think?"
Hearing the commotion from the next room, Jingwu also came out.
She was just in the middle of it all, with a lot of questions she wanted to ask.
"I'm fine." Zhao Xuanzhou felt weak all over and ignored the pain in his body, looking anxiously at the person in front of him: "Ah Huai, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Yue Huai shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm not injured, Master. How did you and my senior brother end up locked up in there?"
Zhao Xuanzhou sighed deeply and said, "Last month, Liu Lishan said that many people had died inexplicably in Jinzhou. He couldn't leave, so he sent my apprentice and me to come and take a look..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuanzhou, who happened to be free, accepted the offer and brought Yun Zhaohui along.
When I first arrived in Jinzhou, everything went smoothly and everyone around me was very cooperative.
Until the day the deceased was identified, it was found that they had all visited Nanshan.
So the two went to Nanshan to investigate, but unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived at Nanshan, they were swept away by a wave of yin energy and had no power to resist.
Zhao Xuanzhou had intended to fight to the death, and his hands had already begun forming hand seals, but in the next instant, he was severely injured and fell to the ground by that terrifying power.
When I woke up again, I was already in the dungeon.
“We didn’t see anyone else in the dungeon,” Zhao Xuanzhou said weakly, catching his breath. “Except for the day before you arrived, when someone was locked up in the cell next door. Ah Huai, that person was very strange; I couldn’t see through his face.”
Upon hearing this, Yue Huai knew he was referring to Prince Yu, and nodded.
“He is Prince Yu, His Majesty’s younger brother. I can’t see through his appearance.”
Zhao Xuanzhou's expression was solemn, and he lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Looking at their expressions, Jingwu asked, "Elder Xuanzhou, does the Xuanmen have any records of how the Soul-Devouring Evil God needs to be resurrected?"
Although Zhao Xuanzhou was in a daze that day, he still heard the words of the illusory figure and understood what she meant. His expression hardened, and he said, "In the Xuanmen's library, there is a log handwritten by the Yue family ancestor. It mentions a rumor. The rumor says that for an evil god to be resurrected, it needs to devour nine hundred and ninety-nine living souls to increase its cultivation and then absorb incense offerings. Only during the Yin hour of the Ghost Festival can it have a chance to be resurrected."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu raised an eyebrow. No wonder, no wonder there are statues of evil gods enshrined in temples in the capital.
What was initially thought to be bait to lure others away turned out to be part of the revival.
"Is there any record of methods for slaying evil gods?"
Zhao Xuanzhou's gaze fell on the boy, his expression extremely complex.
Jingwu followed his gaze and looked at the person beside him, somewhat puzzled.
Just as I was about to ask, I heard him speak.
"There are no records, but it does mention that several thousand years ago, two gods exhausted all their cultivation and perished together with the evil god."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu's eyes widened. Was it a suicide pact?
Why have I never heard of this before?
Moreover, the names of these two gods are not recorded.
Jingwu's doubts deepened, and his mood grew increasingly heavy.
Zhao Xuanzhou sighed deeply and patted the boy's hand: "Don't worry, the Xuanmen will not stand idly by when an evil god is born. Let's go back and discuss it with the sect leader before making a decision."
Upon hearing this, Yue Huai's eyes instantly reddened.
He gripped the bedsheets tightly, glaring at the person in front of him through gritted teeth: "The sect leader was killed by Liu Lishan and Su Hexie. My father and mother were also seriously injured by them, losing all their cultivation and having their meridians destroyed! Master, they now control the Xuanmen and are preparing for the succession ceremony."
Zhao Xuanzhou's pupils widened as he stared at him in disbelief: "Is what you're saying true?"
Yue Huai nodded, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably: "I have brought my father and mother back to the capital, and they are recuperating at the Crown Prince's residence. Master, the two of them have sided with the evil god, and their cultivation has increased dramatically overnight. No one in the Xuanmen can defeat them."
Zhao Xuanzhou frowned, his face a mixture of emotions, but seeing his disciple crying so sadly, he patted his shoulder with heartache: "Don't cry, don't cry. Even if it costs your old life, your master will not let them succeed."
He recalled the look on Liu Lishan's face when he asked him to go to Jinzhou that day, and he regretted that he hadn't thought more carefully and had fallen into his trap.
Jingwu sat to the side, his feelings extremely complicated.
She sighed, went out, and returned to her room.
I had just sat down when I received a letter from my master.
The letter contained nothing else, only the phrase "Reply immediately".
Jingwu felt strange. His master would never act like this. Could it be that something had happened in the temple?
She immediately thought of what had happened to the Yue family, and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. She stood up abruptly, told Yue Huai, and then immediately returned to Shuangcheng Temple.
Jingwu was worried and immediately teleported back.
Upon arriving at the temple, he immediately went to find the master.
Just as Ma Yuxi was about to sweep, she looked up and saw the girl hurrying by. She asked in confusion, "Hey, Master, where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Have you seen my master?" Jingwu asked casually.
“The abbot just went to the library,” Ma Yuxi said.
"Okay." Jingwu responded, then asked, "Has anything happened inside the temple?"
Ma Yuxi was puzzled, but she honestly shook her head: "No, oh, right, a kid came to our temple's kitchen to steal some food last night."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and went to the library to find his master.
Upon entering the library, a dignified voice rang out.
"Awu, come in."
Jingwu pushed open the door and went in, and saw his master sitting cross-legged on a futon, with several ancient books on the table in front of him.
"master."
Qi Qiyun looked up at her, pointed to the seat in front of her, and gestured for her to sit down.
After she sat down, he handed her the ancient book in front of him.
“These are records of evil gods from thousands of years ago. You wrote to ask me about them, and I found them out.”
A look of surprise flashed in Jingwu's eyes, and he immediately began to look at it.
Ancient texts record that the evil god originated from a sect a thousand years ago, but went astray and practiced evil arts, causing havoc on the human world. Fortunately, two gods exhausted their cultivation and perished together with him.
The more Jingwu looked, the more his brows furrowed.
The record here is full of the evil of the evil gods and the good of the sects, but there is only one sentence about those two gods, which mentions the cost of cultivation.
She looked up at her master, puzzled, and asked, "Master, why is there only one sentence in the records about those two gods?"
Qi Qiyun poured two cups of tea and placed them in front of her: "Because they are not gods, but just two mystical arts masters in the sect."
"What?" Jingwu looked at the person in front of him in surprise and asked, "Can a mystic master kill an evil god?"
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