Chapter 87: Black Stone Coffin Forest! (Thanks to Feng Chaoyang for his great alliance!)
"The Young Master is back!"
The tone of the message was very strange, and there was a commotion outside.
Not only Yuwen Chengzhi, but even Zou Ding frowned slightly.
Could it be that the young leader of the Tuanjiang Sect was some formidable expert? He mobilized such a large force just for a trip home.
Think about it this way.
Zou Ding actually felt like trying his hand at it.
But when a door panel was carried in, everyone present was speechless.
Luo Changshou crushed the cup, unable to believe what he saw.
Luo Rongtai was stuck on the door panel. The big man who carried him in saw the angry leader and was startled. The door panel tilted and the young leader's head rolled down.
His head rolled all the way to Zou Ding's feet.
The master's disciple did not despise him. He held the head with both hands and said the longest sentence of his visit to Luo Mansion:
"Young Master, meeting like this is truly the most bizarre thing I have ever witnessed in my life."
Although he was the disciple of Yaomao, roamed freely in Guanzhong, had close ties with the powerful families, and had broad knowledge, he had never seen any young leader welcome guests like this.
Just as he was about to turn the head back, he suddenly saw an unusually smooth incision.
His eyes sparkled: "What a subtle Qi, it seems like he's practicing some innate technique."
"Not bad, I finally met a decent opponent."
At this moment, his words suddenly became more cryptic, and he became Luo Changshou's mouthpiece: "Who was so bold as to kill the Young Master of Tuanjiang?"
"Where are the people?"
As soon as these four words were spoken, the sudden burst of fierce momentum moved even Luo Changshou, who was so angry that he didn't say a word.
He is indeed the Grandmaster's disciple.
"In the Black Stone Charity Hall!"
Zou Ding was completely confused: "What is Black Stone Charity Estate?"
"It's the place where the dead are kept in the southwest of the county town." Zou Ding's aura was so terrifying that the man lifting the door panel did not dare to hide anything.
To outsiders, the affairs of the Black Stone Charity House are not transparent.
Luo Changshou walked closer, the anger in his heart was completely ignited. He reached out and put Luo Rongtai's head back on his neck.
"Is it still the person from Xiaojinlou?"
"yes"
"Tell me everything that happened today. Don't miss a word."
The Tuanjiang Sect member had never seen the Sect Leader in such a state, so he immediately told him everything that had happened.
It also includes what the murderer said before leaving.
"You're actually coming to our sect to take my head."
Luo Changshou was so angry that he laughed. The blue roots on his temples extended to behind his ears, like two centipedes crawling on his face.
The Lion King of the Haisha Gang and You Qiuyan looked at each other. They didn't want to get involved.
but
Yuwen Chengzhi interrupted, "Master Luo, what are you waiting for? Quickly gather your forces and destroy this charity cemetery."
He comes from a big family, and although he is not very capable, he does have some knowledge:
"There are many factions in the Demon Sect, and they are all at odds with each other. If we wipe out one nest, the other factions will applaud. What is there to be afraid of?"
Yuwen Chengzhi snorted disdainfully:
"This guy from the Demon Sect is hiding his true identity and ruined my drinking mood. He really deserves to die."
"Lion King, let's go with Sect Leader Luo."
The Lion King of the Haisha Gang wanted to say something about transition and further discussion, but Zou Ding over there drank a glass of wine and was quite interested:
"I was just feeling bored, and finally there was something exciting to do."
"When we meet this person later, I will be the first to take action."
He looked at Luo Changshou and said, "After I cripple it, you can leave it to Sect Leader Luo to decide how to deal with it. This will be considered as a welcome gift from me."
Yang Chengbi, deputy head of Tuanjiang Sect, bowed and said, "Brother Zou is so righteous!"
He bowed to Yuwen Chengzhi again and said, "Thank you, Master Chengzhi!"
The two of them spoke one after another, and were trapped by Yang Chengbi's two words.
The Lion King had no choice because Yuwen Chengzhi was the big boss behind the scenes.
He had no intention of getting on a black car, but was chased up by the big boss.
When Yang Chengbi came forward and bowed, the Lion King and You Qiuyan had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Seeing all the strong men coming to support him, Luo Changshou felt more confident. He looked at Luo Rongtai's body and thought of the recent rumors. He raised a glass of wine.
"I will never forget your help!"
Yuwen Chengzhi was very happy to see his attitude.
This is equivalent to having one more confidant in Nanyang, and it allows the Yuwen family to intervene in the eight major forces.
Humph, it’s good that the young leader died, and it’s also good that the people from the Demon Sect came.
After this matter is over, it is inevitable that I will be praised by the elders in my family.
Everyone drank a glass of wine together, and this time, everyone drank it all.
"It will take some time for our sect to gather all its personnel, so please wait."
Zou Ding shook his head: "No."
"As the saying goes, secrecy is key to success. With a large group of people moving in, even if there are people inside the charity cemetery, they'll be scared away long ago. By then, he'll be hiding from you, which will be a waste of time."
“It is easy to infer from what you say”
"This person dared to commit murder, relying on his impressive Qinggong skills. To deal with such an enemy, we must be sudden."
He glanced up at the sky and said, "The weather is very good today. The moon will be bright in the evening."
"If Sect Leader Luo wants to be more cautious, he only needs to gather three to five hundred elite soldiers and surround them at night. He will surely succeed in one strike."
After listening to Zou Ding's words, everyone in the Tuanjiang School felt that it made sense.
Luo Changshou clenched his hands and looked up at the sky, his eyes burning with rage.
…
As the sun sets, the remaining rays of light slant down onto the teahouse in Meiwu Lane.
Zhou Yi and Chen Laomou sat together, and next to them was a big man in a brocade robe and a scarred face.
"In front of the Heavenly Master, I will drink three cups as punishment."
The deputy leader of the Kun Gang said "three cups" but he actually picked up the big bowl and drank three big bowls of wine. He just wiped the few drops of wine on his chin and did not spill the rest.
Drink with great sincerity.
The best way to make friends with smart people is to be sincere. Bu Tianzhi put down the bowl and pointed at Chen Laomou:
"It was this old man who sent me several letters, saying he had met a miraculous person. The words of praise in the letters were beyond his comprehension. At that time, I was still at Jiangdu Wharf, and I couldn't sleep well no matter what."
"I was thinking that our gang's Chen Laomou was a smart man all his life, so how could he become confused in his old age?"
"At that time, I didn't know what kind of person the Heavenly Master was. I rarely believed what people said."
"I was worried that the old man would be cheated, so I came to Nanyang."
Bu Tianzhi smiled and said, "I have discussed with him face to face, and I understand what the Heavenly Master does. I also got a sneak peek at him, so I finally dared to gather my feelings and meet him today."
He is a talented person who can handle all kinds of troublesome matters in a group.
Zhou Yi couldn't find any fault with him, and since he admired him in his heart, he no longer cared about the last time he peeped.
"I've heard of Gang Leader Bu before. Last time in Yongqiu, I even asked the gang members about him. Unfortunately, I never got the chance to meet him in person. Today, I finally get to see him in person."
He held up a glass of wine, and Bu Tianzhi also held up a glass.
Chen Laomou watched them drink it with a smile.
"Being remembered by the Heavenly Master shows that I haven't wasted my time in the martial arts world these years."
"Stop bragging," Chen Laomou interrupted him with a smile. "Master Zhou is just giving you a way out. If you continue to brag, he must be laughing at you in his heart."
Bu Tianzhi certainly didn't care about his old friend's joke: "You've been playing with locks all your life, and your heart is as bad as the locks."
"If the Heavenly Master is who you say he is, he could have just killed Luo Rongtai with a single sword strike today. Why would he need to be publicly executed in the long streets?"
His expression became serious: "It can be seen that this is to help those civilians vent their anger!"
"How many people in the martial arts world can be so kind and chivalrous?"
Bu Tianzhi shouted in admiration and drank three more bowls in a row.
His admiration is all in the wine.
"Boss Bu, you're too kind. I'm far from being as perfect as you say."
"Hey, I've only heard of the great and virtuous teacher Bu from the Eastern Han Dynasty. But the great and virtuous teacher of this world is right before my eyes."
Bu Tianzhi was paying attention to Zhou Yi's expression while speaking. Seeing that he was just smiling slightly, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in his heart.
As the saying goes, it’s better not to talk about deep things with people you just met, even though this is the first time we met today.
He couldn't help but say one more word:
"If the Heavenly Master is willing to avenge the grievances of more civilians, the Giant Kun Gang is willing to lend a small hand."
Chen Laomou's expression changed.
He looked at Bu Tianzhi in disbelief. This was not his character.
When it comes to selling intelligence, caution is the key.
Boss Bu's words were too hasty. He had not discussed it with him and it was a completely spur-of-the-moment decision.
but
Chen Laomou glanced at Zhou Yi, and thinking of a series of events, he no longer blamed him for being reckless.
"Brother Bu's words are enough."
Zhou Yi took the initiative to have another drink with Bu Tianzhi.
After all, Gang Leader Yun Yuzhen is not here, and Chen Laomou feels that it is not appropriate to discuss some important matters now.
Just then
A few thin men came running over and told us the news they had heard.
"oh?!"
"The Tuanjiang Sect has fallen into a trap. Luo Changshou has a fiery temper and can't sit still!"
Chen Laomou was overjoyed: "People from the Haisha Gang are also involved."
Bu Tianzhi frowned, "This isn't necessarily a good thing. They have quite a few experts now, and we haven't investigated the Black Stone Charity Manor after all. Perhaps seeing the overwhelming strength of the Tuanjiang Sect, they'll retreat without a fight."
"How many people have gathered?" Zhou Yi asked the man who reported the news.
"There are at least several hundred people," the spy said. "The marginal members of the Tuanjiang Sect haven't moved, so they are obviously elite."
"I saw the deputy leader of the Haisha Gang with my own eyes. He had lion-like hair and was very easy to identify."
After Chen Laomou asked for a few more details, he asked them to explore further:
"It seems they are planning a surprise attack at night. If they succeed, the Tuanjiang Sect will be able to regain its prestige. The death of Luo Rongtai will be insignificant, but we will still be in trouble later."
"Does the Heavenly Master have confidence in the people in the Black Stone Charity Manor?"
Zhou Yi pondered and said, "If there were no figures like Yang Dalongtou to take action, the people of the Tuanjiang Sect alone would not be able to pose any threat to these old monsters."
"A surprise attack at night will only anger these old monsters who are practicing evil skills."
“Both sides will inevitably take action.”
Bu Tianzhi said, "In that case, we can go to the edge with those people who are watching the show and see if we can get any advantage."
Chen Laomou also nodded.
The two looked at Zhou Yi, only to see his head shaking from side to side.
"No, no."
"I don't know what the charity cemetery is like. Watching it might get you into trouble."
Curiosity kills. Thinking about the fact that he had just met Elder Yun from the Yingui Sect not long ago, he was absolutely unwilling to take any risks at this time.
These four old artists can all come together in a strange way.
I really don't know what will happen.
Unless I have Yun Shuai’s lightness skills, I don’t have the courage to go to the theater.
Bu Tianzhi and Chen Laomou did not have a strong impression of these evil monsters, especially the four disciples of the Evil Emperor, and had never heard of their names.
Although I was curious, after seeing how cautious a certain Heavenly Master was, my rationality took over.
As night slowly fell, undercurrents surged in Nanyang City.
Naturally, the unusual movements in the city could not be concealed from the Nanyang Gang.
In the Nanyang Gang, Yang Zhen was sitting in the main seat, next to him was Fan Naitang, and on the sides sat the left-hand sword and the right-hand sword.
There was another person sitting opposite him, and that was Old Man Lu Chong from the Tiankui Sect.
Lu Zhong looked a little worried: "Big Dragon Head, are we going to let them go?"
Yang Zhen nodded slightly: "This matter has been handed over to the Tuanjiang Sect. Sect Leader Luo is leading his men to seek revenge, and I can't stop him."
"Besides, he didn't start a big war, so there would be no chaos in the city, and Zhu Can wouldn't have found an opportunity."
Fan Naitang said, "Given the relationship between Ji Yinong and Luo Changshou, the Yangxing Society didn't even send anyone to help them. Even if Luo Changshou destroys the evil den in the charity cemetery this time, there will still be a rift between the two families."
"This is a good thing," Meng Degong said with a look of relief. "Since they are not in harmony among themselves, they have no intention of colluding with each other to cause chaos."
Yang Zhen glanced at the sky and said, "Send someone to chase after them and take a look."
The sword in his right hand promised to make arrangements.
…
In a secret room of the Yangxing Society, two shadows were printed on the oil paper of the window.
"Elder Yun, are you saying that the people in that charity cemetery are from the Xieji Sect?"
"good."
The young woman's voice was filled with a sense of old age. "The Xieji Sect has always been mysterious and has not appeared in public for a long time, but I have seen two people and can confirm their identities."
Ji Yinong didn't know anything about Xieji Sect:
"Elder, do you know how many members of the Xieji Sect are in this charity cemetery?"
"That's exactly what I want to know," Elder Yun said mercilessly. "The value of the Tuanjiang Sect lies in this, so I didn't ask you to stop them."
Ji Yinong was a little puzzled:
"If Luo Changshou is killed, wouldn't we lose an arm?"
"There are many other gangs in the city. What's so special about the Tuanjiang Clan?"
Ji Yinong felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, but soon became hot again.
"Of course, you are different from them. Zong Zun values you very much. When you become the leader of Nanyang in the future, this place will be handed over to you for management."
"Let me tell you another piece of good news."
"I have already passed the news of Xieji Sect to the Sect Master. After some time, someone will bring your identity list. From now on, you will be a member of Yingui Sect. Luo Changshou will not be able to compare with you."
Ji Yinong was overjoyed: "Ji swears to be loyal to Queen Yin until death!"
Elder Yun smiled and said, "Dead people are worthless. You'd better stay alive and work for our sect."
Ji Yinong felt like he instantly had a huge background, and he spoke with much more confidence:
"Luo Changshou is ready to make a move. Since the Xieji Sect is so important to our sect, I will order a master of Qinggong to follow and investigate."
“No need.”
"I'm going there myself."
A demonic shadow leaped away from the oil-paper window.
…
In the southwest of Nanyang, past a cemetery seven miles away, you can see a huge, dilapidated house behind a dense pine forest.
This place was not originally used to store the dead, but was a rice warehouse for a wealthy family.
It is said that during a famine, a hungry man came to the door to ask for rice.
As a result, Mi Weiqiu accidentally fell and hit his head on the gray-black stone at the door and died on the spot.
Outsiders said that he was extremely resentful because the rats in the warehouse were making noises at night.
Therefore, the more it spreads, the more pervasive it becomes.
The wealthy man then abandoned his rice warehouse, which fell into the hands of the government, and this is how the Heishi Charity Estate came into being.
There have been many strange rumors about this place in Nanyang City recently. When night falls, it becomes dead silent.
The moonlight was as bright as a silver thread, making the green tiles of the charity house feel cold.
The wind and fire wall is ten feet high and covered with vines.
The red door was half-open, tangled with spider silk, and when the night wind blew, it made a creaking sound as thin as a ghost gnawing.
Suddenly, a strong gust of cold wind blew, and the dilapidated lamp hanging on the eaves of the corridor in the charity cemetery swayed and creaked, echoing the cooing of the night owl.
In the corner of the wall, there was a pile of paper figures half a person's height. The faded paper figures had their heads tilted, and the paper horses had two holes in their eyes that were gnawed by mice.
The hole was facing a coffin.
At this moment, a strange "bang" sound broke the quiet night, and the coffin suddenly stood up!
The coffin opened, and a dark shadow walked out of it in a daze.
"boom!"
The second strange noise was heard, accompanied by the second coffin being erected.
Then the third, fourth, and fifth bites.
The eighth bite!
Every time the lid of a coffin is opened, there is a living dead person.
Some wore monk's robes, some wore Taoist robes, and some wore the sect uniforms of the eight major forces in Nanyang.
"Hehehe"
At this time, a sinister laugh echoed in the charity cemetery, and the living dead seemed to come to life and all sat cross-legged in meditation.
A strange energy was flowing through these people.
Soon, these people began to bleed from all seven orifices and died.
No one was visible at this time, but a low, eerie voice could be heard coming from the charity cemetery:
"What do you think?"
An extremely unpleasant voice rang out: "Isn't this a failure?"
"Hmph!" Another cold snort was heard at this moment. "You are simply wasting my time. If I had the time, Li Mi would have been killed by my Five Emperors Mace."
The silver bell-like laughter was extremely pleasant to the ear: "I actually find it novel and interesting."
A dry male voice asked, "Is there a more mature method?"
"Yes, of course."
"Otherwise, why would I call you all here?"
Before he finished speaking, a short figure appeared on a coffin.
He was dressed in a monk's robe and had a string of blood-red beads on his head. His face was as broad as a basin, his chin was bulging, and his thick lips protruded like a bird's beak. He looked extremely strange.
A pair of eyes looked like two ghost lights.
Even in the darkness, one can see the red evil energy constantly overflowing from it.
"We've been doing it all wrong all these years."
"I heard rumors circulating in the martial arts world about a Taoist treasure book. So I opened many Taoist treasure books to find out what it was. I was greatly inspired and realized that my master had good intentions. Haha."
After laughing at himself, he said, "There's no way he died in meditation. I'm afraid he has already passed away into the heavens."
"A person's spirit can be cultivated to an infinite level. This is the ultimate secret of martial arts. Are you really not tempted at all?"
"Senior Sister."
He suddenly used such a name, and the people in the dark were surprised.
"The Yin Queen has remained youthful for so many years, while Senior Sister possesses the highest secret in vain. Wouldn't it be a pity if her beauty faded with the passage of time?"
A woman in palace dress emerged from the darkness and stepped lightly onto the second coffin.
Zhou Lao sighed and continued in a very rough voice: "Brother, the Emperor's dream is here."
A figure carrying a huge pair of scissors and wearing a crown on his head appeared on the third coffin with a zombie step.
"Old Zhou sighed, I hope you don't fool me, otherwise..."
The emperor snorted coldly, and at this moment an extremely sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly fell from a height of five meters!
He landed beside the emperor and stepped on the fourth coffin.
This man had no breath at all. Under the moonlight, he looked like he was about to die, with wrinkles all over his eyebrows and forehead.
However, on this dead face, there were a pair of eyes as bright and clear as a child's, but there was a coldness in them that made people shudder.
What was even more peculiar was that behind him hung a golden one-legged bronze man, which weighed hundreds of pounds, but he did not seem to feel any burden at all.
"It's been nearly twenty years. I didn't expect to meet here."
Swish, swish, swish!
Three more voices were heard in succession, stepping on the fifth, sixth, and seventh coffins respectively.
The person in the fifth coffin was short and fat, while the person in the sixth coffin was very tall. He sat cross-legged and was the same height as the short and fat person next to him.
On the seventh coffin was a slender woman whose face could not be seen clearly, and there was a fiery red sword behind her.
At this time
Another gust of wind blew, and a demon shadow wearing a conical hat flashed to the eighth coffin. He had a long sword on his waist and his movements were extremely light.
As soon as this person arrived, he said, "Since this is a matter within the Xieji Sect, aren't we outsiders?"
Zhou Lao sighed and immediately raised his hand: "Wrong, totally wrong."
"Master is very wary of us. I'm afraid even the combined efforts of the four of us won't be enough to comprehend the Dafa. That's why I need your wonderful scriptures and scrolls."
"What's wrong with us sharing the ultimate secrets of martial arts?"
The eight people each had their own thoughts, so there was a dead silence in the charity cemetery.
You Niaojuan, who was carrying the one-legged bronze man, said, "I have no objection, I just hope you won't play tricks."
"Nature, nature"
The Demon Sect Grandmaster spoke first, and everyone's eyes were obscure, but they nodded in agreement.
"Um?"
Old Zhou sighed softly, and at this moment the eight masters all turned their heads and looked towards the direction of Nanyang.
In the darkness, someone was approaching the charity cemetery using a clumsy hiding method.
Seeing this, the eight people each took action.
Emperor Ding began to clean his scissors. The man on the eighth coffin straightened his sleeves. A slender girl raised a fiery red sword. A woman in palace attire shone a blade from under her sleeve.
The Demon Sect Grandmaster asked, "Is this also someone you invited?"
Mr. Zhou sighed and shook his head, then nodded with a sinister smile:
"You could say that, because there's someone missing in my coffin."
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PS: ('-'*ゞFarewell to the short, Giliye persisted for another day.
(End of this chapter)
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