Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 15 Event fermentation final plan

There is an execution ground at Caishikou in Shuntian Prefecture.

Like other provincial capitals, this is a place where prisoners are executed.

Before that, people will be locked up in the jailer in the east of the city, and as for the arrest and interrogation, it will be managed by the punishment room.

The fourth day of the first lunar month was supposed to be a good day to welcome the God of Wealth, but Sun Shuyi's parents were lying on the bed and couldn't sleep anyway.

"Woman, where did you say we went? I haven't come back for two days."

"Yes, yes, didn't you say Chu Qi left? Where did this person go?"

"How about, let's go to Dengxiang Pavilion tomorrow..."

Before Sun Housheng finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Sun Shuyi's mother was overjoyed, she lifted the quilt and sat up, she picked up the clothes tucked into the quilt at the end of the bed, wrapped it up, and got out of bed.

Muttering:

"My son is back, my son is back."

Sun Housheng also showed a naive smile, and finally let go of his hanging heart.

Mrs. Sun Li opened the door, and Sun Wei, the torture room guard in a red padded jacket, asked, "Is this Sun Shuyi's home?"

"Yes, it is."

"Did he come back?"

Sun Li's heart skipped a beat, and he shook his head.

"You two, get dressed and follow me!"

Sun Wei was upset.

Yesterday, he was slapped on by the grain shop boy, and he was already upset, but tonight someone came to report the crime again.

But the key person who made the report was the parents of a would-be immortal, saying that their son Guo Ran was missing!
Got it now?
Sun Wei immediately reported this time to Dengxian Pavilion. After many inquiries, Guo Ran and Sun Shuyi disappeared after they came out of the Shouxian Tower yesterday.

Therefore, Dengxian Pavilion sent him again to bring Sun Shuyi's parents to ask him.

Sun Housheng and Sun Lishi looked ugly, they wrapped their coats and went out.

After walking for about half an hour, I arrived at Dengxian Pavilion.

It is still the red carved white jade glazed tiles, and the roof that was damaged by evil repairers a few days ago has also been mended.

Sun Wei led the two old men into the hall.

Statues of Chilian Daoist, Huangyu Fairy and other monks stand on both sides.

Sun Housheng felt as if someone was staring at his back, his whole body trembled and his back felt cold.

Across the foyer and through the courtyard, the three of them entered a lobby.

Above the lobby, a crowned woman in a blue shirt with a face like a peach and plum sits on top, and beside her is Duan Lin, who is not inferior to her in appearance, but slightly inferior in temperament.

Before Jindan, the male cultivators were dignified and the female cultivators were like fairies...

Originally, Zhao Yunlong was also summoned, but the Zhao family was also not at peace tonight, so Chen Boya, the deacon of Dengxian Pavilion, only called Duan Lin.

Seeing that everyone was present, the female deaconess on the second floor of the crystal said:
"Both Guo Ran and Sun Shuyi are missing?"

The Sun family and the Guo family agreed at the same time.

Sun Wei stepped aside.

"Where did they go?" Chen Boya turned to Duan Lin and asked.

"Followed a young carbon seller named Feng Ping."

How could she not know Zhao Yunlong's thoughts?

The wink yesterday made it clear that the two of them were going to trouble Feng Ping, but what does this matter have to do with her?So at that time, she didn't stop it.

"Feng Ping?"

"Yes, he also entered the Ascending Immortal Pavilion, but he had no Qi Sea, so he was eliminated." Duan Lin replied respectfully.

"You mean they were killed by that man named Feng Ping?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Housheng, Sun Lishi, and the two members of the Guo family went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Their son was originally a talent for becoming a fairy, but now he is dead?

How can this be accepted!

Chen Boya winked at Sun Wei, "Take them out!"

They are called to inquire, not to see them mourning there!disappointed!

"I don't know." Duan Lin shook her head.

"Come here." The deacon Chen Boya called softly, and a young monk came down from the wall and came in front of them.

"What is the deacon's order?"

"Go to the house and check for me if there is such a person as Feng Ping, and where does he live!"

Duan Lin shook her head: "He seems to be burning charcoal outside the city."

……

light street.

Seal up the shop just under the plate.

"Inform? How?"

Zhang Mazi leaned on the tobacco box and asked suspiciously.

"If you really swallow this batch of goods, no matter whether the Taoist surnamed Yao succeeds or not, you will be dead! If that's the case, why don't you just have a showdown with Mrs. Zhao and ask him to protect your life."

Ever since he heard that the Daoist was in the Crystalline Realm, Feng Ping had already made up his mind that this shop was a big deal!
No matter who lives here, the end result is the same!
"You, you mean, I'll go to Zhao's firm and tell the whole story?" Zhang Mazi scratched his head, feeling something was wrong.

Feng Ping threw the dagger in his hand into the air, and then did not pick it up, allowing it to stick on the table.

"If you take other people's goods, even if you go to inform them, isn't that still dead?"

After Zhang Mazi heard this, his face was longer than a donkey's.

This is so dead anyway!
Then what's the secret!
"How long will it take from here to Zhao's Commercial Bank?" Feng Ping asked suddenly.

"Quickly, half an hour."

"Where does Taoist Yao live?"

"my home."

"How long is it from here to your house?"

"One stick of incense is enough."

"An hour later, which is almost Haishi, you go back and say that I injured you and plan to swallow this batch of goods." Feng Ping confessed, "Remember, you have to act like you are seriously injured, so that you He doesn't want to bring you this oil bottle!"

Although Zhang Mazi couldn't be said to be extremely talented, he wasn't stupid either.

After saying this, he completely understood, his eyes lit up, and he looked at the other party in surprise, "Master Feng, tall! Really tall! I, Zhang Mazi, will mess with you from now on!"

"Wait outside."

Feng Ping didn't listen to his flattery, he went back to the back room, took out the pen and paper he was going to keep accounts, and wrote a few lines crookedly.

Why don't you say that you haven't practiced calligraphy in your previous life?

Hold a brush and use the technique of grabbing a pen.

After finishing writing, Feng Ping picked it up and took a look:
"It's still recognizable, not bad."

He took a few breaths, folded the handwriting in half and stuffed it into his pocket after the handwriting was dry, and then took the "Twelve Methods of Refining Qi" from under the bed.

After leaving the back room, Feng Ping said to Zhang Mazi again: "Open the door, run outside for a couple of laps, and then come back."

"Run? Run two laps? Why?"

"Why do you have so many questions?"

Although Zhang Mazi was puzzled, he still opened the door panel and did as he did.

The cold wind outside the house was biting, and he looked awkward when he started running after being kicked in the abdomen.

According to what Feng Ping said, he really ran outside twice, and then obediently returned to the shop.

Seeing this, Feng Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the monk really left.

"You... this is..."

"What about you? Let me ask you again, when you get home later, how do you behave like you are seriously injured?"

Zhang Mazi pretended to be in pain and clutched his stomach, "Do you think this is okay?"

"What do you think?"

With a smile on the corner of Feng Ping's mouth, he asked back.

"Then... what should we do then?"

"It's very simple." Feng Ping rolled up his sleeves, and punched Zhang Mazi hard in the face, "I'll help you!"

　Ask for a recommendation ticket, and ask for follow-up reading.

　　I want to be recommended!I want to go to Sanjiang!
　　


(End of this chapter)