Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 285 Blood Spirit Cave ([-])

Fang Luochen looked up at Zhang Ying, and quickly lowered his head after just one glance.

He didn't want to bring the topic to him, he had been here for ten lifetimes, and he couldn't be kicked out by these monks.

"Fellow Taoists... My sister and I really got involved unintentionally. I am a foundation-building practitioner. Even if I have any bad intentions, I am powerless..."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Qu Wen was so anxious that his head was covered with sweat. Fang Luochen was still a cultivator in the Devil Infant Realm, and he and the resentful souls outside the door of his sister went to see Hades on the spot: "Really, we... um !"

Qu Yu covered her brother's mouth, and smiled flatteringly at the surrounding monks: "He's just joking, joking."

"...Uncle Zhou, masters," Ji Mingzhao forcibly changed the subject when she saw that the situation was not good, she pointed to the notices spread on the ground in Qingxi, "The indoors written here are dedicated to gods, and each house Is the statue enshrined or is it just a house where the statue is enshrined, should we look for the statue?"

If not confessing, there would be no harm. But if not confessing, it would cause some trouble, which is something they cannot afford now.

Ji Mingzhao turned his head to look at the empty teahouse. The tables and chairs here are sparse and messy. There is only a high platform left on the first floor except for the pillars. It can be said that it can be seen at a glance. Ji Mingzhao guessed that if the statue is really here, it should also be hidden on the second floor. or the third floor.

There are the most disciples of the Demon Subduing Sect here. Zhou Jingzhi turned around and looked at Zhang Ying and Sun Laogui. Sun Laogui understood what Zhou Jingzhi meant and immediately made a "please" to Zhou Jingzhi, giving full command of Wanyan Sect. Handed over to Zhou Jingzhi.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, let's decide." Zhang Ying is not very interested in fighting for power, and she is the only Wanxiang Sect monk here, so it won't be her turn to fight.

Zhou Jingzhi nodded: "What do you three think?"

Fang Luochen was taken aback for a moment, he never expected Zhou Jingzhi to ask him for his opinion in such a way: "It's all up to Fellow Daoist Zhou."

"No objection, no objection," Qu Wen immediately expressed his loyalty, "My sister also has no objection."

"That's good." At this time, the unity of opinion is the only way to manage it. Zhou Jingzhi is quite satisfied with the result, "Qingxi, you bring your juniors and sisters to the first floor with this Fellow Daoist Xue. Two Fellow Daoist Qu and Fellow Daoist Agu are with me. Go to the second floor, Fellow Daoist Zhang, Old Ghost Sun, and Fellow Daoist Fang go to the third floor, do you have any suggestions?"

Agu raised his hand, pointed to himself, and then pointed to Xue Wen: "Ah! Dad!" Can I stay with my dad?

Zhou Jingzhi understood what Agu meant, and nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Are there any questions?" Zhou Jingzhi asked.

All the monks shook their heads.

"Then it's settled that we'll meet here again in a quarter of an hour."

As soon as Zhou Jingzhi finished speaking, all the monks got up and walked upstairs.

"Uncle Master, wait a minute," at this time Qingxi suddenly called out to the monks who were going upstairs, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and quickly took out the dust from the jade statue of Venerable Xuantian from her pocket, "You take this floating dust."

"This is..." Zhou Jingzhi felt that the fuchen looked very familiar, so he took it and looked at it carefully, "The fuchen on the jade statue of Venerable Xuantian?"

"Oh, yes," Yan Qing also thought of the long sword of Lord Fumo in his hand at this time. After taking out the long sword from Cunjian's bag, he handed the long sword to Zhang Ying, "I give this to Master Zhang. Bar."

"What are you doing with these?" Zhang Ying was very puzzled when he took the long sword.

"Ming Zhao said that the magic weapon on the jade statue of the venerable has been enshrined and tainted with immortal energy, and it can be used for self-defense." Qing Xi has always said that he never steals credit.

Yan Qing also said: "This saber has driven back countless resentful souls as soon as it came out."

Zhou Jingzhi picked up the floating dust, looked left and right, turned it over and turned it over, but did not see a trace of the fairy air in Qingxikou from above, and looked at Ji Mingzhao with a trace of inquiry in his eyes. The sparrows that Zhou Jingzhi saw next time, where did this girl learn these heresy ways when she traveled abroad?

He has traveled dozens of times longer than Ji Mingzhao, so why didn't he meet him?
Ji Mingzhao broke into a cold sweat when Zhou Jingzhi saw him, so he had to smile flatteringly at Zhou Jingzhi to beg him not to focus on him.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Jingzhi finally turned her eyes away mercifully, and asked Qingxi instead.

Xu Guangbai took out the jade talisman of the Lord Conquering Demons from his bag: "Uncle, keep it, we still have it." Zhou Jingzhi and Zhang Ying then put away Fu Chen and the long sword, and a group of monks went upstairs along the stairs.

In the whole teahouse, only the first floor has the largest area. The second and third floors are hollow, and you can have a panoramic view of the first floor when you look down from the handrail of the stairs.

Ji Mingzhao and Xue Wen stepped up the creaking stairs carefully to the high platform, and the high platform was also unobstructed. There were only some musical instruments on the stage, and besides that, some decayed costumes were thrown every few meters.

It looked as if the actor on the stage was still singing, but suddenly disappeared without a trace on the stage, leaving only a suit of clothes on the stage.

The costume that Ji Mingzhao wore on stage was lifted, and there was only a worn-out bench under the costume, and nothing else.

Xue Wen let go of Ji Mingzhao's hand, and turned to look at the wooden wall behind the high platform.

He reached out his hand to touch the wooden wall. Many teahouses have this kind of high platform. The teahouse where Qingxi invited them to drink tea during the Lantern Festival also had such a high platform. There must be a door here.

After Ji Mingzhao rummaged through all the items on the stage and found nothing, he turned around and saw Xue Wen lying on the far left side of the wooden wall and groping around.

"Do you have any clues?" Ji Mingzhao asked.

"The opera is divided into front and back, and there should be an entrance door and an exit door." Xue Wen explained to Ji Mingzhao while touching, but after touching for a long time, he couldn't see where the door was.

"I'm looking for an agency."

Ji Mingzhao was lying on the high platform, looking under the sparse wooden boards, and it was pitch black under the boards.

Logically speaking, this shouldn’t be the case. This ghostly place doesn’t need oil lamps or sunlight. The room is brightly lit. Whether it’s day or night outside, it doesn’t affect the lighting of the room at all. It’s so bright that blind people can be illuminated to restore their sight.

"Does your flashlight still have power?" Ji Mingzhao asked.

Xue Wen took out the flashlight and tried it, then handed the gradually dimming flashlight to Ji Mingzhao: "It should last for a while."

"Thank you."

Ji Mingzhao took the flashlight and shone it on the dark wooden boards.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm fucking!"

Ji Mingzhao was so frightened that he threw the flashlight out. This sentence, the quintessence of nationalism, Ji Mingzhao has used his lifelong skills. If he hadn't been frightened to the extreme, Ji Mingzhao would not have shown his skills to others.

The flashlight rolled twice on the ground and fell in through the gap between the wooden boards.

"What's wrong Ming Zhao? Are you okay?"

When the monks on the first floor heard Ji Mingzhao's call, they immediately began to gather towards the high platform.

　small theater:

　　Moderator Dou: Now we are connecting to our off-site audience. May I ask this lady, which player do you support?
　　A Ji who did not want to be named: Qingxi, definitely Qingxi.

　　Host Bean: Oh?Do you like the runner-up Ms. Qingxi?

　　A Ji who did not want to be named: Yes!She said, we will share the winning prize equally!Qingxi is the best!

　　Host Bean: So what exactly is the prize for No. 2...?
　　(Please watch the next episode of decryption!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)