Chapter 80: Page 18 Then whose dog are you?
Qingcheng Mountain, outside Qingcheng Temple.
The field agents of the Alien Management Bureau surrounded a section of the open space and erected a bright yellow cordon between the tree trunks. The monks who had luckily escaped the disaster at the Xuanjin Mountain Dojo were isolated outside the cordon. Three days had passed, and some people still chose to stay, wanting to know what the next outcome would be.
Ying Zhiwei was worried, peeking outside the cordon, anxious: "With Taoist Lingsu and Director Bai here, they should be okay, right?"
The radio screen in the backpack flickered, and the sound of electricity stuttered as it replied, "Thank goodness Long Zhu asked you to leave the dojo early, otherwise we would have been inside too."
In the guest hall next to the Taoist temple, Lan Qianhuang was sitting at the table waiting with a gloomy face. Lan Huai was also waiting beside him, but he looked relaxed and calm, and was in the mood to pour tea for everyone.
Third Master Ying leaned on his cane and raised his eyelids: "Miss Lan, don't worry too much. The sky won't fall."
"Your Ying family is quite well-organized," Lan Qianhuang raised his eyebrows, mocking the other person's "easy talk" look. "Almost all of my people are in there."
Third Master Ying didn't want to argue with her, so he changed the subject: "You mean this matter? It was fine a few years ago, but it had to go wrong this year. Tsk, don't you think it's strange?"
Master Wu Liao, who was meditating and chanting, opened one eye and said, "Ying San, just say what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush."
Third Master Ying laughed twice, then his tone suddenly changed: "Think about what's new in the dojo this time!"
Several people looked at each other and thought in unison: "——Xiao."
"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts." Third Master Ying folded his hands on the end of his staff and closed his eyes. "Haha, just treat me as an old man talking nonsense. After all, the one who is in charge now is surnamed Bai, and they always do things 'honestly and openly'."
Lan Qianhuang's eyes twitched slightly, and he clenched his fists and placed them on the table, smiling a bit sinisterly: "If it's really that Xiao who did it, even if the Abnormal Control Bureau disagrees, can't we find a solution ourselves?"
She said coldly, "If we all work together, we can even pull down the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon and take a bite of its flesh."
Master Wu Liao chanted a Buddhist name, and everyone fell silent again.
Lan Huai glanced at Third Master Ying, who was resting with his eyes closed, and silently mouthed, "Lao Deng."
“It’s out! It’s out!”
Someone outside came running over in a panic, waving incoherently and gesticulating, "Hurry up and take them there!"
Lan Qianhuang stood up suddenly, a look of undisguised joy on her bright face: "Everyone?"
"I can't explain it," the man said, a little at a loss for words. He just kept waving his hands: "You'll know when you go and see."
Now the elders and leaders of each faction in the guest hall who had lost their people could no longer sit still and rushed to the place where the seal was reinforced.
Inside the cordon, the leaders of Qingcheng Temple, Miaoxuan Temple, and Taiqing Palace were reinforcing the seal. With Bai He missing from the four major temples, Bai Jingze, Director of the Abnormal Control Bureau, filled in temporarily. Four of them each occupied four positions, using their spiritual energy to reinforce the seal. This continued for three hours. Finally, Wang Suqing suddenly opened his eyes, swept his whisk, and said, "All right!"
The ground suddenly shook violently, and there was a circular gap in the center of the sealing array. A light flashed for a moment, and it became increasingly dazzling and glaring as some kind of rumbling sound gradually approached.
“Boom——”!
Suddenly, a huge and agile "Tengu" suddenly rushed out from the gap. Without time to stop, it flew into the air, and a strong wind was raised with the magic circle as the center. The four people surrounding it staggered half a step, and then used all their strength to stand on their heels against the wind, trying their best to protect the sealing magic circle to ensure safety.
On the back of the "Tengu", a series of young people were clinging to it tightly. Some of the timid ones glanced down and felt dizzy and their faces turned pale.
Wang Suqing raised his whisk and said in a resounding voice, "Five Elements Technique, go!"
Following the direction of her hand wave, the branches growing across the woods surged and grew, weaving into a dense vine net that caught anyone who accidentally fell, gently yet decisively blocking the inertia of "Tengu"'s charge.
The body of "Tengu" began to shrink, and a strong halo of light separated from her eye sockets and pierced into the still glowing gap. Then it gradually dimmed until an old and broken parchment was revealed in the center of the magic circle. The records on it were blurred and incomplete, and a large hole was burned in the middle. It looked ordinary and nothing special.
On the vine net, Long Zhu pulled out his arm that was entangled between the branches and roots, looked over and over for a few times, grasped and stretched his ten fingers, and then he realized that he had turned back into this human body.
"Go to each household and count the number of people to see if there are any missing." Bai Jingze finally felt relieved. After a long sigh, he twisted his aching shoulder and instructed the field operators around him: "We need to check Xuanjin Mountain as well. Maybe someone came back through another channel."
The field operator nodded quickly, wrote down the task hastily, and left.
Lan Qianhuang had already confirmed that none of her men were left alone and were all safe and sound, so she was in the mood to strategize with Bai Jingze. Bai Jingze knew her temper and felt that the safety measures taken by the Alien Management Bureau were indeed inadequate this time. She rarely argued with her and instead asked someone to draft an official announcement on the forum, stating that all losses suffered by the Xuanjinshan Dojo would be compensated by the Alien Management Bureau.
Ying Zhiwei happily went over to pull Long Zhu up and patted the dust off her clothes: "Hey, I knew you would be fine!"
Long Zhu scratched her messy hair and turned her head as if looking for someone, but Wang Suqing suddenly stood in front of her with her hands behind her back, looking at her with a smile: "Don't look for him, he's not here. He used the Heaven and Earth Formation for a long time this time, so he should need a long time to recuperate." She added in a mischievous tone: "Although his method of resting may be a little difficult to show to others, haha, don't worry."
As she spoke, she patted Long Zhu's shoulders a few times, her eyes full of meaning and difficulty to read.
After coming out, everyone more or less still remembered some of the things that happened inside the torn pages. Some people felt that the experience was very magical and exciting, such as Bai Heng and the group of Lan family disciples, while others secretly hoped that all the other people who knew about it would lose their memories. Some beautiful scenes should not be mentioned unless necessary, and it would be best to pretend that nothing had happened.
For example, Song Wen and others.
People like Wang Fengxu, Meng Caiyun and Ruan Meng who are more carefree are entangled in some very trivial matters, such as, why did they change their gender?
But after a few seconds, I figured it out - at least I'm still a human being!
Long Zhu: “?”
Why are these two people looking at her?
After the various sects and factions completed their inventory and the seals were reinforced, the missing individuals were gradually reunited. This martial arts competition was unexpectedly interrupted, and the Abnormal Control Bureau had to deal with the aftermath. Some contestants were injured while escaping the fragments, so the organizers had no choice but to declare the competition over.
Some young people who were participating in the competition for the first time were reluctant to leave, shouting, "Then this trip would have been in vain?" Then they were dragged away by their elders, scolding them.
After clearing the area, Bai Jingze and the three temple masters were still studying the half-broken page on the seal.
Abbey Master Song pondered and said, "The Huang Immortal knows that he has violated the contract and is now imprisoned in Qingcheng Abbey. He cannot escape. We should hand it over to the Abnormal Management Bureau for handling it. However, this fragment of the page..."
"The fragments of history books are imbued with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the destiny of the dynasty. They cannot be easily destroyed. Erasing them from history is a wicked act and will bring lifelong misfortune," Wang Suqing said half-jokingly. "Let them remain sealed in Qingcheng Mountain. It's fate that they ended up here. Perhaps they chose this grave intentionally for themselves."
"Wait a minute," Meng Chengyin suddenly frowned and pushed up his glasses, leaning over to take a closer look: "Master Lingsu, there seems to be something else on it."
The torn page lay in a pile of fallen leaves, covered with a layer of burnt ash debris. Bai Jing picked up a long branch, went up and carefully pushed away the ashes, but found that there were faint traces of runes on the torn page that had not been erased.
yes……
No characters!
The four of them looked at each other, their eyes different, and fell into silence.
After a while, Wang Suqing sighed, "The Zhao family...what an injustice."
Bai Jing said in a deep voice, "After Zhao Fu's death, the remaining descendants of the Zhao family don't seem likely to stir up trouble. We can't rule out the possibility that someone will use the Zhao family's name to stir up trouble."
Meng Chengyin remained silent, wondering what he was thinking behind his slightly reflective lenses.
At the same time, outside the Qingcheng Temple, Ruan Meng was correcting Wang Fengxu's bones. With a "click" sound, the Taoist priest in indigo clothes turned pale, touched his shoulder half-dead, and his expression was very distorted.
Meng Caiyun sat on the steps and watched the joke: "Alright, I didn't get hurt at the martial arts rehearsal, but instead I fell off the rattan net and dislocated a bone. Telling this to others will make you laugh."
Wang Fengxu's voice trembled as he pointed at his arm and said, "I was just a meat cushion for you guys. I almost died."
"How can a wood magician like you be defeated in the forest? Your master's wife might as well teach me the Five Elements Technique."
"Give me the tuition and I'll teach you!"
"No, I might as well give the tuition to Wang Tianfu."
The two of them started arguing with each other in a familiar manner, and finally turned their heads away in unison.
"Long Zhu, Long Zhu, can you please give me some advice?"
Long Zhu's train of thought was interrupted. He turned around blankly and suddenly said something without context: "What do you think will happen after we leave?"
The two of them haven't reacted yet.
Ruan Meng shook his hands, and finally took out a cigarette and put it between his lips, but he didn't light it. He sat down on the steps next to him: "Huh, those sun-eating ghosts' moons are gone. Maybe there won't be the story of the four ghosts slaughtering the city in Dashu."
Meng Caiyun's expression was solemn, and his tone was somewhat regretful. "The fragments are a microcosm of historical facts. Although we made a big fuss in them, it can't actually affect the true development of history."
Qingning, Tunan, Awu, Song Wen...their life trajectories will not change.
Wang Fengxu also remembered something and smiled a little wistfully, "And there's Grandpa Daozu. The book says that three years after he completely annihilated Taiyin, he ascended to heaven in the Star Observation Pavilion, holding half of the zither's body."
Long Zhu seemed to be lost in thought.
Was what she experienced just an illusion? Was the person in the illusion just a shadow?
She always felt that some existences transcended space and time. For example, when she agreed to lend her spiritual power to another "self," did she ever consider that the world she lived in was just a memory? When Wang Xuanling, the Imperial Master, lent Wang Fengxu the "Great Sound of Silent Voice," did he also have some idea of what was going on?
If Wang Xuanling really has this ability, then he must know in the illusion that he is fake.
Even after countless deductions and coming to such an unsatisfactory result, he still accepted it calmly and even offered a helping hand.
Obviously, all this is meaningless to him.
He is just a phantom.
Why do you still do this?
Long Zhu couldn't figure it out. She vaguely felt that she had underestimated the creature called "human".
Not far away, Meng Zhao stood in the shade of a tree, watching several people chatting in front of the mountain gate.
There was a person behind him. He turned his head sensitively and saw a meaningful smile.
It was the mysterious brown-haired woman who had defeated Meng Caiyun on the chess table, Ming Jue.
She smiled and said, "Why don't you go over and join them?"
Meng Zhao looked at her solemnly without saying a word.
"Don't stare at me like that," Mingjue crossed his arms, raised the corners of his mouth, and said lazily, "It's scary."
Even though the woman hadn't touched him, Meng Zhao still deliberately brushed off the nonexistent dust on his shoulder and took a step back. "Your plan has failed, hasn't it?"
Mingjue opened his eyes wide, but the next second he covered his mouth and laughed out loud: "My plan? What plan do I have?"
"Mingjue, that's a nice name." Meng Zhao glanced at her, then calmly lowered his head and scrolled through his phone. "Zhao Xin, the CEO of Sanxi Debt, has a daughter named Zhao Mingjue. Don't you think it's a coincidence?"
"Well, he's quite capable," Zhao Mingjue grinned even harder. "It seems Zhu Meng doesn't seem to care, but he actually pays quite a bit of attention to the Zhao family."
Meng Zhao showed a matter-of-fact expression and replied in a relaxed tone: "Who made the Zhao family the dog of the three death gates?"
Zhao Mingjue grinned and said, "Then whose dog are you?"
Meng Zhao's expression turned cold.
Zhao Mingjue was a little surprised: "Are you angry already? Haha, then let me ask this another way. Who is your master?"
The fire in Meng Zhao's eyes instantly died down. He regained his composure and said calmly, "Whatever you want to do, stay away from us."
"You? Who are you?" Zhao Mingjue didn't care about the other party's emotions at all, and was very arrogant in his gestures: "Meng Caiyun? You are very nice to her." The last sentence she said was a bit meaningful.
Meng Zhao was silent.
Zhao Mingjue raised an eyebrow. "It's quite interesting. I haven't been out to join in the fun in a while. This trip was worth it." She made no secret of the mischief in her eyes, glancing back and forth between Meng Zhao and Meng Caiyun in the distance. Finally, she burst into laughter: "Interesting! Really interesting! Hahahaha!"
Meng Zhao frowned, his mouth twitching slightly. He was very annoyed with her, but he didn't want to fight her here. He just stared at her coldly: "Leave when you've laughed enough."
He even used "walk" instead of "roll."
Zhao Mingjue shook his head, his eyes flashing with unconcealable ridicule, and thought to himself: This is so interesting, I really want to make that boring person happy too!
She still couldn't stop laughing, but she didn't stay any longer. She walked away, looking back every few steps, folding her arms and shrugging her shoulders along the way. She didn't know where all the things to laugh at came from.
Only after the other person had completely left did Meng Zhao look away with an expressionless face.
The person in the distance seemed to notice something and looked up. Meng Zhao subconsciously took a half step back, hiding most of his body behind the old banyan tree. His handsome face turned away, and he lowered his eyes and was stunned for a while, suddenly remembering everything in the torn pages.
Perhaps because of this wonderful memory, he felt some faint empathy for the servant of the Li family who lived a thousand years ago.
At least in the illusion, the Sun-Eating Ghost is dead. Can... he and his young master escape the disaster?
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