However, their quality is much better than that of the Taoist and Buddhist sects. Most of them have real skills because they are all assessed by the state.
The Xuanpai sect is divided into three departments: the United Front Department, the Research Department, and the Propaganda Department.
The United Front Work Department is comprised of the elite among the elite, and also a group of *.
At this moment, in the Xuanpai base, a young man with spiky hair sat on a table, his hands behind his back, looking back at a woman.
The woman was about ten years old, dressed in Hanfu and Tang Dynasty makeup. She was beautiful and dignified, and at first glance, she seemed to be a woman who had traveled from the Tang Dynasty.
"Those two bastards, Tang Song and Wang Jin, still haven't returned. He's just an ordinary young man. Even if he's possessed by some kind of ghost, he's not worth worrying about. I think Master Ma and the others are getting old and their abilities aren't what they used to be! If you just let me go, why all this trouble?" The young man's name was Peng Li. He was a member of the Xuan Sect's United Front Department. His strength was unfathomable. In the few years he had been in the United Front Department, countless ghosts had died at his hands. He was cruel and bloodthirsty, and even his fellow members of the United Front Department rarely dared to approach him.
The woman didn't even look up; she was just staring at the personal information about Fang Shuang in her hand, as if trying to find something out of it.
Seeing that the woman ignored him, Peng Li was not annoyed. He turned over and continued, "I know that Wang Jin wants to join our United Front Work Department, but he doesn't even know his own strength. Such trash wants to join our United Front Work Department. Even if he really brings that person back, I won't accept it. If he dares to join, I will beat him to death."
Peng Li licked his lips, a cruel smile appearing on his face.
That's enough.
The woman finally put down the documents in her hand, her voice as clear as a wind chime, "I naturally have my own plans for this matter. You should also put away your bad temper. After all, we are all in the same organization, whether it is the Propaganda Department or the United Front Work Department, there is no reason to distinguish between them."
The woman looked up at the young man and spoke slowly.
Peng Li twitched the corner of his mouth, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, then jumped off the table, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, alright, let me know when they get back. I'll go check on Master Ma first."
Peng Li paced slowly as he walked out. The woman watched his retreating figure, then rubbed her forehead, seemingly extremely annoyed by the young man.
Then he stared at the document in his hand, but his eyes were drawn to a sentence on the document: "Fang Shuang had no parents when he was young and was raised by his maternal grandfather, who was a famous local Yin-Yang master."
Onmyoji, Ghost Hand, Fang Shuang—these words kept flashing through the woman's mind. She seemed to have thought of something and gradually fell into deep thought.
inside the house.
I don't know how much time passed before I woke up and slowly opened my eyes.
Chapter Twenty-Three Nightmare
"Hiss!" As I was about to get up, a splitting headache suddenly struck me, as if someone had stabbed me with needles, leaving my head completely hollow. I could only hold my head with my hand, gasp for breath, and continue lying in bed.
It took a long time for me to feel a little better, and for some reason, I felt like I had just had a nightmare.
However, I only have a vague memory of what happened in the dream. I only remember that I seemed to be standing on a golden sea, and then there was thick darkness on the other side. No matter how I ran in the darkness, I couldn't escape. There was no sound, and there was no one around.
No matter how I shouted, no one heard me. In the end, I was completely enveloped by darkness. Just when I was about to sink into the darkness, the jade pendant in my hand emitted a faint light, as if protecting me from being swallowed by the darkness.
For some reason, the light from the jade pendant lasted for a while before disappearing, and the darkness continued to surge in like a tide. Just as I was enveloped by the darkness, a golden light flashed, and a loud voice came from within the golden light, as if a god had descended to earth, chanting incantations and forcing the darkness back.
What did that voice say? I held my head and racked my brains for a long time before I could remember.
Because my maternal grandfather was an Onmyoji, I grew up learning about "Lu Chen's Orders". Most talismans start with "orders" to invite gods and subdue demons, or to pray for peace. However, I have no recollection of Lu Chen among all the gods and Buddhas.
What I didn't know was that after I uttered those four words, an invisible rune quietly appeared on the back of my neck, and then suddenly disappeared.
"That's right," I suddenly thought. Since the darkness in my dream had been repelled, then...? I quickly got up, looked down and pulled open my clothes. Sure enough, it wasn't. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. The black hand was still firmly pressed against my chest, its fingers pointing to my gently beating heart.
But for some reason, it seems like the color of the black hand has faded a lot, and it's not as deep as it used to be.
I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about those things, but suddenly I looked up and saw a huge claw mark on the wall to my side. It looked like it had been slapped by some ferocious beast, the claw piercing right through the cement and revealing the red brick underneath.
My heart sank, and I quickly looked around. The room that Shui Yanling had tidied up was now a mess, and Shui Yanling was lying quietly on the floor at the foot of the bed, her life hanging in the balance.
Suddenly I turned over, and I really panicked. A strong sense of fear surged into my heart, and I quickly ran towards Shui Yanling.
"Yanling, Yanling," I scrambled to her side, only to find her face pale and her body ice-cold, as if she were truly dead.
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