Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 827 Brother Ling, I’ll Give You A Gift

Standing in the wilderness outside the Punishment Division's wall, Xu Zhiqiong rang the bell.

Not long after, Tai Bu appeared in front of him.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Please help Tai Bu, I want a human head."

"Whose head?"

"mine!"

"Good talk!"

Tai Bu Xin waved his hand, and there was an extra three-foot machete in his hand: "Come on, Kuangsheng, stretch your head over and make sure you don't feel any pain."

Xu Zhiqiong waved his hand and said, "It's not the head on my neck. I want to make a head that is exactly the same, so similar that even the star officials can't tell the difference."

Tai Bu frowned and said, "Do you know how difficult it is to make this head?"

Xu Zhiqiong nodded: "If it's easy, I don't dare to bother Tai Bu, let's ask a price."

Tai Bu thought for a moment and said, "Come and take refuge with me once."

The two had agreed in advance that Tai Bu had to teach Xu Zhiqiong a yin and yang technique once he took refuge in the Punishment Division.

Xu Zhiqiong considered for a moment, nodded and said, "Deal."

Tai Bu waved and said, "Follow me."

The two came underground again, and Xu Zhiqiong entered another crypt this time.

This crypt is smaller than the one I saw last time, but it has much more furnishings. There are more than a dozen wooden frames inside, and various instruments are arranged on the wooden frames.

With a wave of Tai Bu's hand, Xu Zhiqiong's face was covered with a layer of wax.

Xu Zhiqiong was expressionless and didn't speak, he just sighed in his heart: "No wonder Liang Yuyao is afraid of candles, this thing is too hot!
But even if I use candles, I will use them on her peaches. The princess's peaches are so fat that they cannot compare with her face after all. "

After a while, the wax cooled and fell off slowly, forming a mold. Tai Bu used this mold to start making the head.

Xu Zhiqiong was waiting by the side, and took the opportunity to ask Tai Bu some things:
"Tai Bu, what are the characteristics of the eunuch's aura?"

"It's just Yin Qi, what characteristics can it have?" Tai Bu was busy with his work, and answered a little perfunctorily.

Xu Zhiqiong said: "Is the eunuch's yin energy the same as Ming Dao's yin energy?"

Tai Bu shook his head: "It's far less pure than Ming Dao's Yin Qi."

"Is there any way to resolve this Yin Qi?"

Tai Bu looked back at Xu Zhiqiong: "Please speak clearly, do you want to dissolve the Yin Qi, or the eunuch's Qi?"

"Naturally, I want to dissolve the eunuch's yin."

Tai Bu changed the carving knife and continued to carve the skull: "As long as it is Yin Qi, it should be dissolved by Yang Qi, and the Qi mechanism of eunuchs is no exception.

But the eunuchs are too quick to attack, and their yin qi seldom leaks out, so it is too difficult to dispel their qi.
I do have a magic weapon, which can quickly inject energy into the enemy's meridians, but I have never tried it on an eunuch, and I don't know..."

Speaking of this, Tai Bu stopped abruptly.

Xu Zhiqiong came closer, rubbed his hands together and said, "How about I try it for you?"

Tai Bu lowered his head and said, "It's better not to bother you."

Xu Zhiqiong said it more bluntly: "Then let me use it?"

Tai Bu looked at Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Do you know? You already owe me a lot!"

"In business dealings, it is inevitable to owe money on credit. If you owe more, there may be interest. It will definitely not let you suffer."

"Let's wait until I finish this head."

Tai Bu summoned two handsome puppets, each holding a weapon, and they started together.

Making the skeleton, sticking the skin and sticking the hair, these things are very easy for Taibu, the real complicated thing is the processing after the head is formed.

Xu Zhiqiong is a high-grade judge, the head of a high-grade cultivator, so he must have the aura of a high-grade cultivator.

"Kangsheng, give me a drop of blood." Tai Bu wanted to use a drop of Xu Zhiqiong's blood to build a high-grade aura.

But Xu Zhiqiong has concerns.

This head was to be handed over to Hong Juncheng.

If his own blood fell into Hong Juncheng's hands, it was hard to say what would happen.

After listening to Xu Zhiqiong's difficulties, Tai Bu also felt that it was a bit dangerous to do so.

He took out a gourd, poured a drop of blood from it, and placed it on the head.

Under the urging of yin and yang, the blood continued to seep and spread in the blood vessels of the head, and the whole head soon had the unique aura of high-grade cultivators.

Xu Zhiqiong said, "Whose blood is this?"

Tai Bu took the gourd and said: "A Taoist senior."

"Could it be the patriarch of the Yin Yang family?"

Tai Bu looked at Xu Zhiqiong and frowned and said: "You are really treacherous, taking advantage of my time as the leader, how many words do you want to get out of my mouth? Let's do business fairly, how can you Always trying to take advantage of me?"

Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said, "If you are stingy, aren't we just chatting? What I mean is that the patriarch of Taoism is too high, and his blood is easily suspicious."

Tai Bu said: "I didn't say it was the blood of the Daoist patriarch, I just said he was a Daoist senior,
Besides, this is the blood left by that senior when he was in the mortal world, and now he has already left the mortal world. "

Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said, "Out of the mortal world? That's not the patriarch, who else could it be? As far as I know, among the Yin-Yang Daomen, apart from Yin and Yang, only Taibu has cultivated above the mortal world."

Tai Bu laughed and said: "The patriarch of Taoism, must he be in my Taoism?"

Xu Zhiqiong said in astonishment: "If you are not in the Taoist sect, then what kind of patriarch is it?"

Tai Bu smiled without saying a word, Xu Zhiqiong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly remembered something.

Xue Yun is the second child among his teachers.

Master Liu Xun ranks fourth among Taoists.

And the other two members of the same family, the eldest and the third, one surnamed Lei and the other surnamed Yun, they are not in the judge's way.

Then is their master in the judge's way?

Is their master considered the ancestor of judges?

While thinking about it, suddenly there were dozens of puppets around Tai Bu, all of them were handsome women, and they helped polish the head carefully.

Xu Zhiqiong sighed in admiration: "It's so beautiful, it's easy to control, Taibo will grow stronger and stronger!"

A woman said with a smile: "Tai Bu is really strong! Ordinary people can't resist it!"

Xu Zhiqiong sighed with emotion: "In these years, Miss Jinghan has also suffered."

Tai Bu glared at Xu Zhiqiong: "What are you talking about Jinghan!"

Xu Zhiqiong quickly changed his words: "I'm talking about techniques, Taibu, can you teach me a thing or two about this puppet technique? I'll pay on credit first."

"Kangsheng, stop fooling around with me!"

For three full hours, Tai Bu finished the head, packed it in a wooden box, and handed it to Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong thanked him again and again, left Xinggong, returned to Lunzhou again, found Lingzheng deep in the barren mountain, and handed over the head to him.

Lingzheng finished the wooden box, and when he opened it, the head inside was exactly the same as Xu Zhiqiong, and there was no difference in the breath.

"Among the mortal world, there is such a technique?" Lingzheng was dumbfounded.

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Brother, you have made a lot of money with this business, don't forget this friendship in the future."

Lingzheng thought for a moment, untied the scimitar, and handed it to Xu Zhiqiong: "After this, my identity must have been exposed, and I will not hide it from you, brother.

I am from Fanxiao, if you encounter difficulties in Fanxiao in the future, brother, just show off this scimitar,
Anyone with some skills must know this scimitar, if he doesn't even know this scimitar, he must not be able to embarrass his brother. "

After finishing speaking, Lingzheng cupped his fists and saluted, and left with the head.

Xu Zhiqiong sat on the spot, lost in thought.

He has to deal with a very serious problem - Hong Huaheng.

He wanted to take Hong Huaheng away, but he couldn't approach Hong Huaheng rashly now.

How did Hong Juncheng find him?This matter must be investigated.

Otherwise, no matter where Hong Huaheng goes, he may be exposed to Hong Juncheng's sight.

Xu Zhiqiong returned to Yuyao Palace and quietly took away the stone eye without anyone finding out.

Now his situation is very special. In name, he has been killed by Ling Zheng, so he must be very careful.

He found a house and asked Lao Chang to stay in the yard, and he lit up his magic eye in the house.

Hong Juncheng was able to find Hong Huaheng, most likely relying on the magic eye, Xu Zhiqiong discussed with Shiyan many times not to cooperate with Hong Juncheng in the future, but the magic eye seems to be unable to understand such complicated instructions.

Moreover, it is not Hong Juncheng who cooperates every time, but Fu Ji.

Xu Zhiqiong found Fu Ji's whereabouts through his magical eyes.

Fu Ji was wrapped in bandages and was recuperating in his bedroom when he fell from upstairs to downstairs. Several bones were broken on his body and there were countless bruises.

Xu Zhiqiong took out Fu Ji's painting and patted it quietly twice.

Fu Ji felt his chest throbbing, quietly took out the painting, and glanced at it.

The little doll on the painting was looking at him curiously.

This is sending a message to Fu Ji.

Xu Zhiqiong wanted to know the reason, he wanted to know why Hong Juncheng was able to find Hong Huaheng?
Can Fu Ji understand what I mean?

Is there such a tacit understanding between me and him?

Xu Zhiqiong didn't know what to do.

Fu Ji stared at the painting for a while, then sat up from the bed with difficulty.

He came to the desk and sat silently for a while.

He picked up the pen, dipped some ink, and wrote two words on the paper.

"See you?"

Can you see it?

Fu Ji knew that Xu Zhiqiong would use the magic eye.

He and Xu Zhiqiong rarely meet each other, but they do have an unspeakable tacit understanding.

He was testing to see if Xu Zhiqiong was watching him.

Xu Zhiqiong snapped animations one after another.

Fu Ji picked up the painting and took a look, only to find that the doll on it was grinning.

Xu Zhiqiong could see it.

Fu Ji picked up the pen and wrote three words: Hong Huaxiong.

After a pause for about a moment, Fu Ji put away the pen, put the paper on the candle and burned it.

He lay back on the bed as if nothing had happened.

He can only convey so much information, how much he can comprehend depends on Xu Zhiqiong's fortune.

Hong Huaxiong, so familiar, seems to have heard Hong Zhenji mention it.

Thinking of Hong Huaxiong's name, Xu Zhiqiong's cheeks trembled slightly.

He remembered who Hong Huaxiong was, Hong Juncheng's fifth son.

But Hong Huaxiong was already dead, Hong Juncheng searched for Hong Huaxiong with his eyesight, why could he find his third son, Hong Huaheng?
After thinking for a long time, Xu Zhiqiong found the reason.

Because Hong Huaxiong was on Hong Huaheng's body, but Xu Zhiqiong didn't know it, maybe even Hong Huaheng himself didn't know it.

Domineering out of the mortal world, the primordial spirit can leave the soul.

On Hong Huaheng's body, there are two primordial spirits.

(End of this chapter)