Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 47 A Purpose

In the inn, Duke Wei Ding let the purple-robed Taoist priest into the room, and ordered two young monks to guard the door, and then closed the door.

"Her messenger just left, why are you here now?"

"The speed of Lumao's message transmission has always been trustworthy. I haven't had any contact with you before. In order to prevent the night from having more dreams, of course I should come to meet you early so that we can discuss and set the itinerary."

The body of this purple-robed Taoist was warm, and the half of his face not covered by his hair was flushed, as if he had just drunk a lot of wine and looked drunk, but he couldn't smell any alcohol.

After he entered the room, he sat down on the bed without being polite at all, with his left leg resting on his right leg, his wrist resting on the knee of his left leg, playing with the flute.

On the contrary, the master Wei Dinggong just stood there, and he didn't hide the intention of deceiving the master.

This attitude made Wei Dinggong slightly frown, and he felt that it was exactly the same as that woman's style, and said: "You are too conspicuous in this appearance, now there are dozens of sects and hundreds of sects living near the Zhenwu Temple. Warlock, if someone sees you, spreads gossip, and even recognizes your identity, wouldn't I be completely exposed?"

The Zipao Taoist stared only at his own flute, and lazily replied: "That's why I chose to come late at night. At this time, there are almost no people on the street."

Wei Dinggong said dissatisfied: "Can't you put on some disguise? Well, we're all here anyway, and we need to discuss the itinerary, so let's get straight to the point."

"The Zhongyuan Festival is not far away. I will find an excuse tomorrow, saying that I will go back to host our Zhongyuan Festival and say goodbye to other mages. You change your outfit and stay in the inn for now. When you leave , then mix with my disciples and go on the road together, don't meet those tricky old things like Monk Yanglian and Grandfather Huangtou."

The purple-robed Taoist twirled the flute in his hand without raising his head. He listened to him finish his words in a perfunctory manner, and then said slowly: "But there are more than one of us here."

Wei Dinggong was restless and said patiently, "How many people are there?"

The purple-robed Taoist counted with his fingers.

Duke Wei Ding heard the sound of birds flapping their wings and looked up.

The green-feathered strange bird was standing on the beam with its head tilted, staring at Wei Dinggong with a pair of black and white distinct, warm and moist eyes.

"Why are you back..."

Before Wei Ding could finish speaking, his chest went numb, and his voice became hoarse. When he lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the white bone flute of the Taoist in purple robe touching his chest.

'you!doing what……'

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound. A strange feeling quickly spread from the place where the flute hit his chest.

When this strange feeling spread to the back of his head, Wei Dinggong even felt that his head was not his own, and his consciousness became erratic, drowsy and ignorant.

After a while, the purple-robed Taoist took back his flute and raised his head.

The green-haired strange bird's gaze turned, and it met the eyes of the purple-robed Taoist, and the eyes on both sides were surprisingly similar.

The strange bird swooped down and hit the face of the purple-robed Taoist, exploding into a cloud of green smoke, the black hair covering half of the face was blown up, revealing the scarred half of the face.

Immediately, the smoke split apart like little snakes, and got in from the nostrils and ears of the Taoist in purple robe.

The black hair fell down again, and the white bone flute of the purple-robed Taoist tapped Wei Dinggong on the shoulder.

"How many people have we come? The answer to this question depends on how many people they have come. However, for the sake of caution, this group of people must still ask people to send people to guard in various places to keep an eye on the movements of the other sects. There are no more than five people who can come here to find you..."

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Guan Luoyang, Qiudi, and Qiushi came to the dwelling and met with Taoist Zhiyuan of Sanqing Temple.

"Shortly after Wei Dinggong and the others came back, there was a strange bird with an aura of strange magic that passed through the roof and went in to talk to him. I sent a housekeeper to listen, but I didn't dare to rely on it to prevent it from scaring the snake away. Too close, just barely capture some fragments of the conversation when they were emotionally ups and downs."

Daoist Zhiyuan said, "The matter of fighting the law and seizing the order is indeed someone who is secretly plotting and colluding with Wei Dinggong to plot something wrong, but they may not have a deep trust with each other. , seems to have been emptied by them."

"Just now, another purple-robed Taoist with a suspicious appearance entered the inn, so I sent the incense-eating ghost to report it."

Wei Dinggong is an inner ghost in the righteous way. This matter can only be said to be as expected. Guan Luoyang is not surprised. What makes him care is: "Master Daoist, do you think they don't trust each other deeply?"

Priest Zhiyuan nodded: "Judging from a few words, they should have dealt with each other for many years, but they are still wary of each other, which is normal. A person like Wei Dinggong, who dares to trust him completely."

Guan Luoyang raised his right eyebrow thoughtfully.

Qiudi disappointed: "So, the old man Wei Dinggong may not know the real plan and lair of those people?"

Qiu Shi said: "To persuade an old and cunning person like Wei Dinggong to help, you must use both intimidation and temptation. They will at least reveal something to make Wei Dinggong tempted. Besides, there is still a midnight The Zipao Taoist who came to contact him, he may know more."

Qiudi felt that it was reasonable, and said: "Since the target is determined, let's call some brothers to help and capture them alive?"

Guan Luoyang objected: "No, other people have to watch over there, and the Zhenwu Temple also needs to keep enough people to prevent elbows and armpits. Just the few of us, we can do it right away, and it's best to catch him alive, but anyone who thinks They pose enough threats, and they must not be soft, just kill them."

He patted Qiudi on the shoulder, and warned earnestly, "The Hungry Ghost Festival ceremony attended by high-ranking officials and princes is imminent. They are setting up a situation to deal with the Zhenwu Temple at this time, and they are fighting for orders. In fact, the main line of the whole conspiracy is ready to come out." , so the specific details are not that important."

"The bigger the conspiracy, the easier it is to turn into a confrontation with open swords and sharp guns. At this time, killing the opponent's vital strength is the most important thing."

"As long as one more enemy master is killed, we will have less risk in the future, and we will make money without losing money."

Qiu Shi showed approval on his face, and his tone was rarely cold, and he said: "Although the important members of the Ming Dynasty have magical artifacts to protect their body, Duke Wei Ding may not be able to succeed in a surprise attack or two. There are too many uncertain factors at the critical juncture, even if the capture alive is the second, killing him should be the first."

Just as Qiudi was about to nod, the face of Daoist Zhiyuan changed suddenly: "No, my housekeeper has been killed."

Clang clang clang clang clang! ! !
The door of the inn was wide open, and wine jars were smashed out one after another, falling on the houses opposite, smashing into pieces on the wall, making a loud clang on the door panel, breaking through the window and falling into the room, the pungent alcohol smell It spread in an instant.

With a whistling fire, it spread along the wine.

The alcohol content of these wines is actually not high enough to be directly used as fuel at all, but the flame that ignites the wine is weird, the flame core is blue and white, only the outermost layer of flame is orange red, like saltpeter. the taste of.

The fire was so fierce that it penetrated through cracks in doors, windows, and roofs.

The heat wave is rolling, pressing people's eyebrows.

Bang! !

The front door and the back door of this room were almost blasted open at the same time.

The back door was knocked open by the autumn flute, and the old couple who had been in the house escaped on their shoulders.

The front door was kicked open by Guan Luoyang, and the two door panels were torn apart and shot towards the opposite inn, knocking down several young monks in the inn lobby.

The inn was taken over by Mr. Wei Ding long ago, and it was full of his disciples. When a few young monks fell down, there were older monks, their faces were ashen, dancing with each other, waving poisonous snake magic weapons, flying towards private house.

Guan Luoyang lifted his eyelids and reflected the trajectories of all the flying poisonous snakes in his eyes. He held the scabbard with his left hand, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and stomped his foot. His figure crossed the street and passed the flying poisonous snakes in the sky.

After crossing the street, the knife was out of its sheath, and Guan Luoyang's figure disappeared into the inn.

In the middle of the street, more than half of the poisonous snake artifacts were cut off by the knife Guan Luoyang walked with him, turned into shriveled snake skin, and fell to the ground.

A few poisonous snakes flew into the house, Taoist Zhiyuan held three sticks of incense sticks in his hand and bowed, there were many ghosts around him, the wind was strong, and the fire was low, blowing all the poisonous snakes out.

The snake skin, which was originally flexible and fine, became dry and cracked after being swept by the wind, hitting everywhere and breaking apart.

The magical artifacts sacrificed by these juniors are not enough to look at in front of Daoist Zhiyuan.

However, those strange flames were suppressed by his dark wind, not only did not extinguish the lingering smoke like ordinary fires, but they surged from all directions as if they were stimulated, and all gathered towards Daoist Zhiyuan.

Even the flames on the roof "swimmed" down like a living thing. The flames that seemed to burn the whole house all converged to about five feet inside the house, forming a winding wall of fire.

Qiu Shi waved the long sword in his hand, and it flew across the wall of fire. The steel sword was like dry wood, with a layer of flame attached, which was difficult to remove.

It is conceivable that if they want to forcibly break through this wall of fire, they will definitely be wrapped in flames, piercing through their skin.

This is similar to Master Ban Deng's poisonous fire. Although the temperature and toxicity seem to be much worse than the poisonous fire of Master Ban Lan, but the fire is sparked with wine and surrounded spontaneously, even without the intentional guidance of the arsonist.

This kind of ingenuity hides the profound skill attainments and knowledge of poison use, which is beyond the reach of Master Ban Deng.

"This kind of poisonous fire seems to be particularly restrained by the Seven Star Magic Lantern Curse of your Zhenwu Temple?"

Daoist Zhiyuan feeds the ghost with incense, and the ghost around him exudes a lot of Yin energy, which wears away with the wall of fire, and his face is darkly angry, "Brother Jiuhe also has remnants of this kind of injury on his body."

The lantern in Qiushi's left hand swayed, and the light and shadow on his face were clouded by the fire's light. The effect of the Seven-Star Lantern Curse was greatly reduced under such severe interference.

"Being able to research this kind of poisonous fire with great pains, the financial resources hidden behind it, and the attainment of spells are indeed not to be underestimated, but this kind of fire will definitely not be the main cause of my uncle's death..."

Qiu Shi stabbed the sword into the ground, changed his right hand to carry the lamp, and made a tactic with his left hand, with his sleeves fluttering, and his figure was split in two.

At first glance, the two autumn stones are indistinguishable from the real ones, and the lanterns have also become two, one with a lantern swiping to the left and the other to the right.

The lantern crashed into the wall of fire, like a long whale sucking water, and the poisonous fire with the smell of saltpeter was all absorbed into the inside of the lantern.

The two lanterns turned half a circle each, and finally collided and became one. The flames inside and outside the entire house had been absorbed.

"Daoist, go help Qiuhong."

Qiu Shi sprinted with a lantern in his hand, climbed over walls, crossed alleys, flew over eaves and walls, and his figure moved quickly on the ridge of the roof until he reached three miles away.

The water was deep and the river was turbid. Under the moonlight, a lantern was thrown into the middle of the river.

Whoop! ! ! ! !

A large area of ​​fire spread, and even in the water, it was not extinguished immediately. After several minutes, it was washed dim and dispersed with the continuous flow of water.

If it weren't for this river, once this kind of poisonous fire spreads, it may burn down the houses of seven or eight innocent people. If there is a chance, even if it develops into a big fire that spreads to the entire street, it is not impossible .

But this troublesome way of dealing with it is only because Qiu Shi's Seven Star Magic Lantern Curse is not good enough.

If Nine Cranes were there, seven bodies and seven lamps would come out together, even if the scale of the poisonous fire was several times larger, it could only be contained in the lantern, which would in turn boost the divine power of the righteous flame.

"The reason why Uncle Shi didn't even have a chance to get away was because at that time there was a person who was strong enough to be stronger than Uncle Shi and was also in the ambush circle..."

Qiushi ran back with all his might, a flag flower rocket waving from his sleeve.

When the fireworks exploded in the night sky, most of the [-] Taoist priests who stayed behind in the Zhenwu Temple on the mountain and waited for change immediately split up and quickly descended the mountain.

At this time, Taoist Zhiyuan had arrived at the opposite inn. In the lobby of the inn, there were monks lying on the ground with their calves and knees broken.

Some were already unconscious, while others with livid faces and wide-eyed eyes were crawling with their hands, not caring about the pain of their broken legs being dragged along the hard stone floor.

The facial features of all the monks are very stiff, almost not like flesh and blood, but somewhat like cork statues wrapped in green leather.

The injuries to these people's limbs and limbs were obviously caused by Guan Luoyang's beating.

But Guan Luoyang would not turn a living person's body into such an unconscious and creepy appearance.

"It is a head-down technique that uses polo insects to penetrate from the back of the neck and attach itself to the neck bone to turn people into walking corpses."

Daoist Zhiyuan's heart trembled violently.

He put a housekeeper insect like a white flying ant to inquire about the news in this inn. Before the insect died, these monks were still normal. Many disciples were actually lowered and turned into this appearance.

These people are not ordinary people. To be brought to the Zhenwu Temple by Duke Wei Ding, at least they have cultivated a mana and can be called real warlocks.

Taking the lives of more than [-] warlocks with a flick of a finger, turning them into their own puppets, and counting the entire Nanyang, there are only a handful of people who can practice the head-down technique to this level.

Everything was quite different from what Daoist Zhiyuan and the others had expected. Originally, they had seen through the identity of the inner ghost and came to set up a trap to arrest them. How could it seem that these people were first abandoned by the other party.

But why?If he had noticed the movements on the side of Zhenwu Temple in advance, then it would be the right choice to inform Wei Dinggong to abscond as soon as possible.

He did not hesitate to abandon these warlocks and initiated provocations, what purpose was he trying to achieve?
Just as Daoist Zhiyuan was stunned, a figure smashed through the railing on the second floor and fell down.

Priest Zhiyuan took a closer look and found out if it was Duke Wei Ding, who it was.

This monk with a high nose and bright eyes and a good appearance is now turning blue on his face, his facial features are numb, his right hand is still bandaged, and his intact left arm was cut off by a sharp knife. There is no blood spurting from such a large wound. Only the dark blood slowly flowed out.

Two boa constrictors were wrapped around his body, one of them had its head cut off and was slowly drying up, the other python constrictor would bite anyone it saw, opened its mouth wide, and flew towards Zhi Yuan Dao Chang Fei.

Zhi Yuandao flicked the incense pill with his long hand, and when he was dealing with the boa constrictor's pounce, he jumped back and glimpsed the scene in the damaged room on the second floor.

Tables, chairs, bed cabinets were either collapsed or broken, Guan Luoyang raised his long knife, and caught a bone flute that was stabbed.

The warm purple-robed Taoist didn't become that drunk because of drinking too much, but that before he met Wei Dinggong, his potential had already been stimulated regardless of the cost. The blood vessels are all under double impact.

At the moment when his stab collided with Guan Luoyang's long knife, a layer of white steam rose from his hair.

"The two major achievements in martial arts are close to you, and you can also cultivate mana. Let me see how far you, a character who suddenly popped up, have reached your final strength?!"

　This wave of harmonious place names has caused me to change the third character of the protagonist's name to traditional characters, which is a bit uncomfortable to write, and it mainly affects my mood.

　　Sorry for the late update.

　　Starting tomorrow, try to update as early as possible!The goal is to set it before [-] pm.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)