Chapter 592: Who will invite the King of Shicheng?
In the wind, one could vaguely see two shadows, one blue and one white, like snakes, which rushed towards Gusu City like a hurricane and finally landed outside the Changmen Gate.
The fishy wind made it impossible to open one's eyes, and the two figures, one in blue and one in white, slipped into Gusu City in the wind.
The New Year has not yet passed and the atmosphere is full of joy.
Every household hangs peach charms to ward off evil spirits, clear away dust and darkness, and get rid of the old and welcome the new.
This is not a good time for the demons, especially Lizhu and Qingshe. They are not immortal spirits with pure and ethereal auras, but have many bloody monsters under their command. They need to be warded off evil and eliminated.
Therefore, although Gusu is prosperous and beautiful, it cannot make them happy, but instead makes them feel unhappy.
Standing on the arch bridge of Gusu, Lizhu looked into the distance and asked, "Brother Qing, have you sensed his location?"
The green snake closed its eyes, then slowly opened them again, frowning as it said, "He's hiding in Gusu City, but I can't find his exact location."
Lizhu could only sigh and said, "Let's find a place to stay first and then look for it slowly."
The green snake said impatiently, "We've been chasing him for so long, and he finally showed his weakness. If we can't find it, we won't know where he'll run to next time. Do we have to keep chasing him like this? For another ten or eight years?"
Lizhu put her hand on his shoulder, and her slender and soft fingers attracted his attention, forcing him to look at the person in the direction of her hand.
Lizhu soothed the restless green snake, saying, "If he reveals a flaw once, he'll show it again. We've been chasing him for so long, so why rush? Even if it takes eight or ten years, it will be worth it as long as we can catch him."
"I'll stay with you."
Even if it takes ten or eight years, she will stay with him.
The anxiety in Zhao Siqi's heart melted like ice and snow, and a gurgling spring flowed out.
He said obediently: "Okay, I'll do as Sister Lizhu says."
They found a remote household and went into the house. After a short while, they put on the household's clothes, changed their appearance, and walked out, strolling through the streets and alleys of Gusu.
Lizhu transformed into a gentle-looking woman, and the green snake transformed into a tall and strong man.
The two of them were arm in arm, like a couple celebrating a holiday. They had some free time, looking around. If they met someone they knew and started talking to them, they would greet them with a smile and then quietly leave.
These familiar people did not say much to them, because as soon as they met, the gentle woman's eyes would flash with a hazy light, making them forget their purpose unconsciously, and miss them and leave.
For three consecutive days, Zhao Siqi was not found.
The green snake was anxious, but had no choice but to keep calm and walk in Gusu City again and again.
He clearly felt that Zhao Siqi's presence was in the city. Their destinies were connected, their souls were one, they were attracted to each other and bound to each other. No matter what, Zhao Siqi could not hide when he was so close.
At this moment, the Great Immortal Jin Ting was already in a trance in the manor on Shangfang Mountain.
Since it is the New Year, as a subject, I naturally have to come to pay my respects to the chief, and also to his mother and sister.
At this time last year, the King of Wu's theater was performing a big show for ghosts and gods. This year, there was no show because the troupe had fled long ago due to the war, and there was no show to watch.
There were ordinary plays, but they were not as good as the ones performed by the troupe to pay tribute to ghosts and gods. After the Holy Mother of Shangfang went to see it once, she never asked her sons to take turns to accompany her to watch plays again.
"It has no taste." The old lady was not very satisfied.
The five brothers had never noticed who was in the troupe, and they couldn't find anyone to put on a play for her, so they said, "Next year we'll raise our own troupe and perform just for you."
The old lady quickly shook her head and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's gone, it's gone. It's not worth it to support a troupe just to watch a play."
"It would be better to invite King Shicheng to preach. It would be good to listen to the sermon." The old lady said again.
If we cannot satisfy the old lady’s request to watch a play, then if we cannot satisfy her request to listen to the sutras, then it will inevitably fail to show the filial piety of the brothers.
Then King Tongfu asked, "Who among you will go and invite King Shicheng?"
None of the brothers wanted to go because their mother liked to listen to the sutras, but they didn't like it.
King Tongfu was the eldest, so he went to each of them and asked, "Second brother, are you going?"
King Tongyou said, "I have a mountain of documents on my desk. Come and help me review them, and I will go."
King Tongfu quickly turned his eyes to King Tongze, who said, "I am anxious to cultivate and regain my magical power as soon as possible."
Then we can only send the fourth brother. King Tonghui frowned and looked at the fifth brother. Then he turned his gaze to the Jinting Immortal who was resting on the side and said, "You go."
There was nothing Jin Ting Daxian could do to refuse, so he had to accept his fate.
The Immortal Jin Ting went to Lingyan Mountain and met the King of Shicheng.
The old monk felt embarrassed when he saw him and said, "You haven't been here for a long time. Can you sit for a while?"
Seeing that he seemed a little guilty, Jin Ting Daxian became suspicious immediately, so he just looked at him without saying anything.
The old monk couldn't resist and laughed, saying, "Great Immortal, it's not that I don't want to introduce you. I have mentioned it to Su Shangxian, but he doesn't want to see you, so there is nothing I can do."
After he said this, Jin Ting Daxian remembered that he had previously asked Shicheng Dawang to introduce him to the Fox Sword Immortal from Yuquan Cave in Tianping Mountain, but he never heard back and had forgotten about it.
When the King of Stone City mentioned this, the Immortal of the Golden Court suddenly remembered that since the other party did not want to see him, he could not just barge into someone else's house without permission. So he said, "If he doesn't want to see me, then that's fine. But I have other important matters to attend to recently."
King Shicheng felt guilty and immediately said, "You tell me, you tell me. As long as I can do it, I will never refuse."
The Immortal Jin Ting said, "I am here on behalf of the Holy Mother of Shangfang to invite you to preach on Shangfang Mountain."
King Shicheng was horrified and quickly shook his head, saying, "No, I don't want to go."
The Immortal Jin Ting said, "If I can't invite you, then the next time I'm afraid it will be the Five-Power God who will come to invite you personally."
King Shicheng's face suddenly turned ugly, and he frowned and said nothing.
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the King of Stone City said, "There's really no other way. I can only leave."
He sighed deeply, as if all his strength had slipped away from him. Like a death row prisoner on his way to the execution ground, he looked endlessly lonely and tragic.
The Immortal Jin Ting wanted to laugh, but after all, they had a friendship and he couldn't bear to see him go through such a dangerous situation. So he said softly, "I have a plan. Come closer."
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