Chapter 49: What level is Ping An San? Are you worthy of using my face? ...
"I didn't expect this junior fellow to have such a strange food habit. It's really eye-opening—"
I saw that this man was not wearing Taihua Yu Shi clothes at all, and he looked like a drunkard. At first glance, he didn't look like a monk at all.
I thought the gourd he was holding was a magic weapon, but he would take a sip from it from time to time, and the smell of alcohol would overflow...
This person is too unruly and seems to be not very smart.
He persisted, pointing his finger at Zhao Qilian and saying with a smile, "Junior Brother, I heard everything you just said clearly. Don't forget to perform for us when we get back."
Zhao Qilian choked, his face flushed red, and he was speechless for a while.
Dong Yuzhuo had been sweating profusely from his previous anxiety. The appearance of this long-admired senior brother suddenly refreshed him. He let out a long sigh and asked happily, "Senior Brother! Why are you here? Did Master ask you to come?"
Chen Zhouwan said: "Oh, that's not the case."
"I just returned to the Fourth Courtyard and found that you were all gone. I saw the letter and learned that you had gone to Shangjing."
"But I see you two can't even turn a sword. It's really scary that such a strange thing has happened to you. So I came to check it out. I thought that if I am the only one left alive in the Fourth Academy, who would I be the senior brother to? Haha."
Zhao Qilian: ...
This person speaks very rudely.
Although it's the truth.
But it still sounds terrible.
No wonder his master doesn't want him anymore.
Xue Yingxue asked, "Big Brother, what should we do now? Should we report this to the Immortal Sect?"
Chen Zhou Wandao: "Oh, it's okay, I have already sent a message to the master——"
"Former Master."
Chen Zhouwan was originally a disciple of a certain elder. He had somehow offended his master and was banished to the outer courtyard. However, his master didn't seem to have completely given up on him. After all, he was the successor he had painstakingly cultivated, so even if something happened, it would still be a success...
Zhao Qilian asked, "Then what should we do now?"
Chen Zhou Wanzhi said, "Since we are here, let's go in and take a look."
Zhao Qilian was delighted. He thought this trip was in vain and he would return in defeat, but he didn't expect that there was still a chance for him to gain experience.
Xue Yingxue frowned slowly, feeling that the matter was still dangerous even with the sinking of Zhou Wan. Just as she was about to say something, she heard footsteps and a person walked out slowly from the dim temple.
Everyone thought that the temple was empty, but when they suddenly saw someone coming out, they were all startled.
The person who came was a young man with a very handsome appearance. He had a sneer on his face and a hint of murderous aura that made him look intimidating without even getting angry. He looked like a treacherous person and was very difficult to deal with. But for some unknown reason, his face looked not very good.
He frowned and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Zhao Qilian thought, this is really strange. They sent a letter to the capital asking them to come and quell the rebellion, but instead they were asked what they were doing there. Are these people really making fun of them? He was upset and was about to speak.
Suddenly, Chen Zhouwan asked, "Excuse me, are you Little Sitian?"
Zhao Qilian suddenly paused and looked at him in surprise, but saw that the man narrowed his eyes, looked at Chen Zhouwan for a long time, and actually nodded slightly.
Chen Zhouwan clasped his fists and laughed repeatedly, saying, "So you really are Little Sitian Lord. I've heard of you for a long time. I'm a wandering cultivator, and I heard from the people that there are some strange things going on here, so I came to take a look..."
This man's name is Chu Heng. He is a disciple of the National Master Ping'an. He is in charge of the Sitianjian and is known as the Little Sitian.
Compared to the elusive Master Ping'an who never reveals his true face, this person is quite worldly.
He often appeared in public, whether it was a sacrifice or a prayer for rain, he was usually present. He was more like an official than a monk.
Ever since his master disappeared, he has also taken on the position of National Master. Although on the surface he is still only in charge of Si Tianjian, he is no different from the National Master.
Xue Yingxue keenly noticed something unusual—
Logically speaking, the spirits in this kind of temple should be dealt with by the little Sitian who is also the national teacher, but why did Shangjing contact the Immortal Alliance?
Moreover, Chu Heng seemed unaware that the Immortal Alliance had already sent someone...
It felt as if Shangjing contacted the Immortal Alliance without telling Chu Heng, and he deliberately left out the matter of the National Master in the letter in order to deceive others.
But after thinking about it, he seemed to understand the key: since Shangjing suspected that this strange incident was related to Master Ping'an, he naturally had to be on guard against the master's apprentice. What if the master and apprentice were on the same pirate ship?
Although Chen Zhouwan looked stupid, he actually reacted quite quickly. He did not mention the matter of the Jingxian League, but just thought that they were independent cultivators who passed by and wanted to meddle in other people's business.
Chu Heng laughed and said, "In that case, fellow Taoists, please come in."
"There's nothing in the temple right now. We'll have to wait until night to see if there are any monsters."
Dong Yuzhuo glanced at Chen Zhouwan's expression. He felt that the little Si Tian in front of him was really evil. He was neither immortal nor demon, and he had a bit of bureaucratic style. He was different from the immortal friends he had met.
He looked at Chen Zhouwan expectantly, hoping that he would refuse and that they would not bring bad luck to the national master and his apprentice. But who knew that his eldest brother would go along with it and really wanted to go in and take a look.
Chu Heng curled the corners of his mouth, slightly turned sideways, and made way for the door.
Chen Zhou and his men entered the Xiaoqinglong Temple. Chu Heng was at the end, walking slowly with his hands behind his back.
After they passed through the main hall and walked away, the wide-open temple door closed silently.
It's like the food rolls into the stomach and the mouth can be closed. The rest is to digest and swallow...
The sky was already dark, the setting sun was about to completely disappear into the western mountains, the night fell silently, and the heavy darkness began to cover the temple.
A man stood with his hands behind his back on the high temple wall, overlooking the small Qinglong Temple, his eyes following the few people closely.
Ji Lingche raised his eyebrows coldly and sneered: How dare you come in? Are you really stupid or an idiot?
She leaped lightly into the temple and entered the Jishen Temple where the Azure Dragon was enshrined. Looking up, she saw a huge dragon carved so vividly that its blue-black body was vigorous, mighty, agile, and full of divinity that anyone could be impressed by it.
Especially the pair of dragon eyes, the pitch-black pupils were dotted with gold, adding a touch of sharp gold, and there were flashes of cold light in the eyes. The whole dragon seemed to come alive suddenly, as if it would let out a long roar and fly away in the next moment.
Ji Lingche looked up at the dragon, and suddenly her expression changed, as if she had discovered something. She curled the corners of her mouth coldly, and heard two "bangs". She snapped her fingers and actually popped the green dragon's eyeballs off.
The two eyeballs fell to the ground and rolled away.
Looking at the Azure Dragon again, its originally lively eyes turned into two black holes, so strange and creepy.
If anyone else saw this, they would surely cry out, "Blasphemy! How dare you blaspheme!"
This deity is a true god with a tablet in heaven. Your actions will be punished by heaven!
Ji Lingche didn't care. He casually approached the statue, leaned down, squinted his eyes, and looked carefully into the hollow of the dragon's eye.
After a long time, she suddenly raised her palm and slapped the huge dragon head, then quickly jumped back. With a loud bang, the dragon head cracked and fell down. The cracks spread to the dragon's body, and the entire statue was cracked inch by inch.
Ji Lingche blew a breath gently at the giant dragon. In an instant, with a click, the entire statue broke into several pieces and exploded with a bang. Then, the thing hidden in the statue rolled to the ground.
Heads all over the ground.
In terms of numbers, there were about a hundred people, which exactly corresponded to the missing pilgrims in the Qinglong Temple. No more, no less, all in good order, and none of them escaped.
Several heads rolled to her feet. Ji Lingche looked down expressionlessly and said, "Where are your eyes?"
These human heads only had two black holes on their faces, and their eyeballs were missing.
Moreover, the cut was very neat, with no signs of tearing, as if the eyeball had been sucked away entirely.
Ji Lingche hissed and said, "Who among you can tell me where your eyes are? I'll give you a reward!"
She moved her fingers slightly, picked up a wisp of spiritual energy, pointed it at a woman's head, and injected the spiritual energy into her forehead, saying, "You speak."
The head actually opened its mouth and uttered muffled syllables that could not form a single word. Ji Lingche frowned: "Why is it a mute?"
She pointed to a man and said, "Then you speak."
The man opened and closed his mouth, but no sound came out. Ji Lingche asked, "Why are you all mute?"
"Where's the tongue?!"
Ji Lingche tried to summon the soul and asked several questions, but either their vocal cords were plucked and they couldn't make any sound, or their tongues were cut and they could only whimper.
Just as she was thinking of other solutions, she suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside. It was the sound of a long sword being unsheathed, accompanied by panting, and someone shouted sternly: "Brother, hurry up and leave——"
Ji Lingche walked through the hall and headed back. Only then did she realize that the sky had become completely dark, with a silver moon hanging high in the sky and a rustling night wind blowing.
I saw two people standing opposite each other in the backyard. There was a big gash on Chen Zhouwan's abdomen, and blood was gushing out. Judging from the depth of the wound, it had cut into his golden elixir.
He was breathing hard while leaning on his sword, his face full of disbelief, his hands covering his abdomen, his whole body trembling slightly.
He only felt that something seemed to be wriggling in his golden elixir, taking root and sprouting, and was about to break out of the ground.
Chu Heng stood in the shadows, his expression could not be seen clearly, but one could vaguely sense the sinister smile on his face.
Xue Yingxue and the other two have disappeared, and it is unknown whether they are dead or alive.
Chu Heng smiled and said, "You should feel honored."
"I searched for a long time before I found a good golden elixir like yours."
He said calmly, "Come on, take a deep breath, don't be nervous."
"You should enjoy the birth of the Holy Seed within you, shouldn't you?"
"You should be thankful to be qualified to be a vessel, right?
Ji Lingche stepped into the yard and walked towards the two people who were confronting each other step by step.
Chu Heng glanced at her and saw that she was just a waste without a golden elixir, so he looked away with contempt and continued to admire Shen Zhouwan struggling under the moonlight.
Ji Lingche walked to the side of Chen Zhouwan, looked at the wound on his abdomen, and said, "Don't worry, it hasn't completely melted in yet, there is still hope."
Suddenly, she only heard a chuckle.
Ji Lingche looked up suddenly and saw that there was another person on the roof.
She couldn't help but be stunned. She saw that the thing was covered with a black robe, and the cloak blocked half of its face, leaving only a mouth exposed, and it was smiling evilly.
The wind blew past, lifting the black robe and slightly revealing the creature's face.
A pair of bright eyes.
Ji Lingche folded his arms and looked up, then curled his lips coldly for a long time and said, "What level are you, are you worthy of using my face?"
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