Chapter 315 Soul Search

"Well, City God Zhuo Gongkui is a corrupt official."

Fang Zhixing listened quietly.

Fan Qiulai continued: "At that time, Yan Jingfeng was not alone, he also had a beautiful wife.

Somehow, Zhuo Gongkui saw his wife and asked him to give her to Bailing Sect Leader, otherwise he would fail the test. "

"How could Yan Jingfeng tolerate this? In a fit of rage, he simply gave up joining the Five Elements Sect and reported Zhuo Gongkui's rampant corruption to the court."

"This completely offended Zhuo Gongkui, who then listed Yan Jingfeng as a wanted criminal and sent experts to hunt him down, forcing him to flee everywhere."

"Alas, on the way to escape, his wife was brutally murdered."

After hearing this, Fang Zhixing was speechless. He and Yan Jingfeng were just business partners and there was no personal grudge between them.

He didn't want to get involved in Yan Jingfeng's personal vendetta.

So he sent a message: "People should not fight against officials. You should let Yan Jingfeng leave Daizhou as soon as possible."

Fan Qiu replied: "Yan Jingfeng is in hiding. I can't contact him now, but don't worry, as long as I see him, I will persuade him to leave quickly."

Fang Zhixing thought for a moment and replied, "He may have seen the situation was not good and fled."

"Well, it's possible."

Fan Qiulai thought about it and agreed.

The two quickly hung up the call.

Afterwards, Fang Zhixing went to Yibao Pavilion.

These days, Fat Peony runs the shop alone, busy inside and outside, and manages to withstand the pressure.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the accounts and found the income to be good, so he promised to give Fat Mudan a salary increase.

Naturally, Fat Peony couldn't help but be delighted.

After taking care of Yibao Pavilion, Fang Zhixing finally has some free time, so he plans to have a good rest for a few days.

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Bang! The sword energy flashed and streaked across the sky.

Several figures were flying through the air, and in front of them, there was a man who was fleeing frantically, fighting as he ran.

The roaring sound continued! After a long time, the man was hit by a cold light, staggered, and fell down.

With a dull splash, the man fell into a big river.

The waves are rough and the waves are rising and falling.

"Hurry, don't let Yan Jingfeng escape!"

The pursuer sped along the river, stabbing his sword into the water, causing huge waves.

Hard work pays off! Finally!

After a flying sword stabbed down, the river water turned blood red.

“Here!”

One person loudly reminded everyone.

The next moment, Yan Jingfeng broke out of the water, his shoulder pierced by a long sword, and blood gushed out.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Figures rushed over from all directions and surrounded him in the middle.

Yan Jingfeng was breathing heavily, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with hysterical anger.

"Yan Jingfeng, you really know how to run away!"

One of them sneered grimly and said in a cold voice: "If the City God hadn't ordered us to capture you alive, we would have killed you long ago."

Yan Jingfeng said, "If you want to kill him, just kill him. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"court death!"

Someone behind him suddenly took action, offering up a brick-shaped magical weapon and smashing it on the back of Yan Jingfeng's head.

With a bang, Yan Jingfeng's eyes went dark and he fell down.

One of them grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and flew into the air.

Everyone followed closely, flying all the way to Yandang City.

Soon, they arrived at the City God Temple, lowered their voices one by one, and entered the temple silently.

At this time, the City God Temple was magnificent and very popular.

Countless pilgrims and believers came one after another, kneeling before the statue of the City God and praying devoutly.

The statue of the City God is an image of a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a gorgeous official robe and looking imposing and majestic.

The statue of the City God is vivid and lifelike, just like a real person.

The statue stands proudly, continuously absorbing the luck of the people, purifying and condensing it to strengthen itself.

Mortals naturally don’t know that this statue of the City God is actually Zhuo Gongkui’s Dharma body.

Zhuo Gongkui is in the realm of Yang Shen. His Yang Shen comes and goes freely, and his Dharma body stays in the temple. He reaps the people’s luck every day and enjoys endless pleasure.

This is one of the benefits of being a City God.

To be honest, apart from the leaders of some major sects, the City God is the one who can absorb the most luck, which can be said to be a lucrative job.

At this moment, in the backyard of City God Temple.

Zhuo Gongkui's yang spirit was sitting at the dining table, enjoying his lunch.

On the dining table was a baby, its stomach ripped open and blood gushing out.

Zhuo Gongkui picked up a still beating heart with chopsticks and put it into his mouth quickly.

Suddenly, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Lord City God!"

A voice came from outside, saying: "Thanks to your great fortune, Yan Jingfeng has been caught."

Zhuo Gongkui's eyes suddenly widened, he put down his chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and sneered, "Bring it in."

A creaking sound!

The door was pushed open.

A group of experts stood in front of the door.

Yan Jingfeng was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

He felt dizzy and uncomfortable all over. He used all his strength to finally open his eyes.

At a glance! A familiar face, a face that I could never forget even if it turned into ashes, appeared before my eyes.

"Zhuo Gongkui, you bastard!"

Yan Jingfeng gritted his teeth, filled with hatred.

Zhuo Gongkui smiled leisurely and said coldly: "Yan Jingfeng, I have been looking for you for many years. You never expected that you would end up in my hands."

Yan Jingfeng glared at him, his face unyielding, and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't be complacent, I have been collecting evidence of your crimes over the years, and all your evil deeds are recorded in my book, and sooner or later they will be made public.

By then, justice will prevail, and retribution will come. Everyone will see through your true colors, and no one will come to your ruined temple to burn incense. "

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Gongkui looked down on him and said coldly, "You are about to die, and you still dare to threaten me?"

He chuckled twice. "No matter how much evidence you collect, it's meaningless. Do you know why?"

"First, I have the Five Elements Sect protecting me, and Suzaku Peak is my biggest backer. No one can touch me!"

"Secondly, I will soon know where you have hidden the evidence you have collected, so you can destroy it."

Hearing this, Yan Jingfeng couldn't help but shudder.

There is a magical skill in Taoism that almost all Yangshen masters can perform: soul search! Yangshen masters can read other people's memories and explore their deepest secrets.

Moreover, this soul-searching technique is more than a hundred times more powerful than the Yin-Shen methods such as soul-snatching and hypnosis! Yan Jingfeng felt cold all over and wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide.

But the next moment, Zhuo Gongkui raised his big hand and pressed it on Yan Jingfeng's forehead.

"you……"

Yan Jingfeng only felt a buzzing sensation in his head, his eyes rolled up, his eyelids blinked rapidly, and foam came out of his mouth.

Zhuo Gongkui tilted his head and read Yan Jingfeng's memory carefully.

See how embarrassed he was as he fled.

He saw the horrific scene of his wife being killed.

Zhuo Gongkui couldn't help but smile with a look of great satisfaction.

Then he saw Yan Jingfeng wandering in Danzhou, living on a flower boat, and comforting himself for the pain of his deceased wife with geishas.

Afterwards, I saw Yan Jingfeng met Fan Qiulai and Zhang Changji...

"Huh?"

Zhuo Gongkui frowned, and his expression became interesting.

“Good fellow!”

"It turns out that the Yibao Pavilion was opened by the three of you together. An Baopu's real name is Zhang Changji, and he is from Danzhou."

This is undoubtedly a major discovery! An Baopu suddenly appeared and attracted attention from all sides.

As the city god, Zhuo Gongkui naturally paid close attention to An Baopu and wanted to know more about this person.

"Hahaha, after searching everywhere for something, I finally found it without any effort!"

Zhuo Gongkui was so overjoyed that he withdrew his hand, took out a "Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Note", muttered something, and then threw it out.

The Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Note shone brightly, like an arrow shot from a bow, turning into a rainbow light and flying into the distance.

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Leader Bai Ling raised his hand and grabbed the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Note.

"Master, I have captured Yan Jingfeng and searched his soul to find out that An Baopu..."

Patriarch Bai Ling's eyes lit up, he listened attentively, and couldn't help grinning.

"I came from Danzhou..."

Leader Bai Ling was interested, but unfortunately, he had no power in Danzhou and could not dig deeper in time.

However, from Yan Jingfeng's memory, we learned that An Baopu was also a casual cultivator in Danzhou, and his background was very hidden.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After thinking for a moment, Patriarch Bailing left Suzaku Peak and soon arrived at the Zhaixing Tower.

He met Princess Chi Ming and explained the situation in detail.

After hearing this, Zheng Changxiu laughed excitedly and said, "So, there is another celestial being beside An Baopu, named Fan Qiulai."

Bai Ling Sect Leader responded: "What do you think?"

Zheng Changxiu smiled and said, "My thoughts and yours should be the same."

Bai Ling Sect Leader Lian said: "Use Yan Jingfeng to lure An Baopu and Fan Qiu out."

Zheng Changxiu nodded and said, "Let's take care of An Baopu, find a few celestial friends, and eat Fan Qiulai. We can kill two birds with one stone."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

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Night falls, Yandang City!

The City God Temple is closed and everything is quiet.

Zhuo Gongkui and his men knelt in the yard and bowed their heads deeply.

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky silently.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Meet the Master!"

Everyone kowtowed respectfully, not daring to breathe.

Bai Ling Cult Leader looked around with his hands behind his back and said with a smile: "Everyone, get up."

Zhuo Gongkui was the first to stand up and said with a flattering smile, "Master, please come in and have some tea."

"No."

Bai Ling Sect Leader waved his hand and asked, "Where is Yan Jingfeng?"

Zhuo Gongkui immediately made a move.

After a while, two people brought a cage.

Yan Jingfeng was trapped in a cage, with iron chains piercing his scapula.

The cage opens.

Yan Jingfeng was pushed out and pressed in front of Bailing Sect Leader.

"Do you recognize me?" asked Bai Ling Sect Leader jokingly.

Yan Jingfeng was barely breathing. He had never seen the real Bailing Sect Leader, only his statue. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he said in horror: "You, you are..."

Bai Ling Sect Leader said with his hands behind his back: "I will give you a chance to survive. You notify An Baopu and Fan Qiulai and go to a place. Can you do it?"

Yan Jingfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but laugh miserably, gritting his teeth and saying, "Although I, Yan Jingfeng, am incompetent, I will never betray my friends. Don't be so wishful thinking here!"

Bai Ling Sect Leader sneered, "I was just joking, why did you take it seriously? You are a Taoist after all, how can you be so ignorant of Taoism?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed it on the top of Yan Jingfeng's head and grabbed him.

In an instant, Yan Jingfeng's whole body shrank and his flesh and blood withered.

At the same time, Yan Jingfeng's soul was forcibly separated from his body.

“Ahhh~”

Yan Jingfeng let out a shrill scream. The pain was beyond imagination and indescribable.

Zhuo Gongkui saw it all and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, Bailing Sect Leader forcibly pulled out Yan Jingfeng's soul, and his body withered into a pile of bones.

Then, Bailing Sect Leader took out a black banner.

When this banner appeared, it was so ferocious that it terrified people.

Zhuo Gongkui and others froze all over, as if they were facing a great enemy, terrified and extremely frightened, as if they had met their natural enemy, so scared that they wanted to run away.

"Hundred Soul Banner!"

This is a magical weapon made by the leader of Bailing Sect himself. It is extremely powerful and notorious.

I saw that the Hundred Souls Banner rolled up and wrapped up Yan Jingfeng's soul.

Yan Jingfeng's soul seemed to have fallen into the abyss of hell, and screams were heard incessantly.

Time goes by little by little...

Suddenly, the Bailing Sect Leader swung open the Hundred Souls Banner.

A stream of black smoke emerged from the Hundred Souls Banner, fell to the ground, and turned into a human form.

It was Yan Jingfeng's Yin spirit.

However, Yan Jingfeng at this moment was like a walking corpse, with a numb expression and dull eyes.

Yan Jingfeng knelt down, as if worshipping, and knelt before the Bailing Sect Leader, shouting, "Soul slave greets the master."

Bai Ling Sect Leader smiled with satisfaction and ordered: "Find a way to invite An Baopu and Fan Qiu to come, and ask them to go to Kusong Ridge in the north of the outer city."

"yes!"

Yan Jingfeng obeyed orders.

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It's dawn.

Fang Zhixing slept until he woke up naturally.

Although he no longer felt tired, a good night's sleep always made him feel refreshed.

As soon as he woke up, he heard Fan Qiulai's voice from the ring.

"Brother Fang, I found Yan Jingfeng."

Fan Qiulai said quickly: "He is at Kusongling, 20 miles north of the city, and wants to see us."

Fang Zhixing was surprised and asked, "What is more important than his escape?"

Fan Qiulai sighed, "He didn't tell me anything, he just left me a letter saying that he discovered a major secret and asked us to rush over as soon as possible."

Fang Zhixing fell into deep thought, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Twenty miles north of the city, it's not far anyway, let's go."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Fan Qiulai felt that twenty miles north of the city was still within the scope of Chi Ming City.

It's an important capital city, so generally nothing goes wrong.

After the two of them had discussed it, they hung up the call.

Fang Zhixing called the small dog, made some preparations, and quietly ran towards the north.

Kusongling is rather desolate and has complex terrain.

The man and the dog moved quietly and reached Kusongling in no time.

Looking around, the mountains and plains were covered with bare pine trees, the rivers were dry, and the ground was covered with rolling sand and dust.

Fang Zhixing didn't see Yan Jingfeng, so he contacted Fan Qiulai immediately.

After a while, Fan Qiulai arrived and the two sides met together.

After a while, a figure suddenly appeared on a hilltop and waved, "Brother Fan, Brother An, come here quickly."

Judging from the voice, it’s Yan Jingfeng.

There's no problem looking at the figure.

Fang Zhixing and Fan Qiulai did not suspect anything and ran over quickly.

The two men and the dog took two steps at a time and reached the top of the mountain.

Yan Jingfeng turned around slowly, with a sinister smile on his face...

(End of this chapter)