I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

Xie Que didn't expect it.

What the master asked for was so simple, just write a poem to worship the gods.

He thought about it and found that he could only remember one song in the original text of Journey to the West, "A little inspiration shines through the void", but the main object of praise was the Golden Cudgel.

I don't know if it's useful or not.

Thinking that I could solve these problems thanks to my master, I wrote them down.

Seeing this, Master Yan Guang also raised his beard to the sky.

He blew on the golden monkey hair in his mouth, and the golden hair penetrated directly into Xie Que's hair.

Xie Que was also a little confused, not knowing what it was used for.

Master Yan Guang just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing what happened, just when Xie Que was about to leave, he remembered something.

Xie Que coughed and said simply: "Master, my father previously found a corpse collector, but he didn't expect that his literary talent was very good."

"A few days ago, a eunuch came and took a liking to the boy and took him away."

Master Yan Guang nodded: "Well, when things happen around you, I'll ask Nan Guang to help you find someone."

Xie Que paused again and rubbed his hands: "Master, have you been short of money recently? I don't have enough to eat this month."

Master Yan Guang raised his head and looked at Xie Que, who was tall and round-waisted, and was a little stunned.

He thought of the appetite of those master-level monks, and without saying a word, he turned around and took out a wooden box from the back corner of the hall.

Opening it up, it turned out to be layers of gold bars.

Xie Que quickly took it.

Not only meat, but also spices, which are more expensive than meat, consume an astonishing amount.

But these are at least enough for me to spend for a long time.

Hearing the master speak: "There has been no peace recently. This was donated by a wealthy gentleman in the city yesterday. I want to pray for peace."

Xie Gao said "Hmm," but his eyes fell on the box.

After weighing it a little, I can tell that it weighs about seventy or eighty kilograms.

Seeing Xie Que's money-obsessed look, Master Yan Guang narrowed his eyes.

He smiled and said: "Come and give some advice to those monks when you have time. My secret sect may be short of everything, but the most indispensable thing is gold."

"If you are willing to enter my secret sect and receive the Bodhisattva vows, my secret sect's treasury will be open to you at any time."

Xie Que nodded repeatedly, but directly ignored the last few words of his master.

Seeing Xie Que pretending to be dumbfounded, Master Yan Guang couldn't help but sigh.

He really wanted to bring Xie Que into the sect, but he couldn't force it.

Just as Xie Que was about to leave, Master Yan Guang stopped Xie Que again and said:

"Don't bother with that evil spirit by the river, let alone go near it. Go home after you're done with it."

"But this disaster may last for several years. If you still want to recover the body, I can arrange a separate place for you."

As Xie Que listened to his master's words, his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts.

It seems that Master knows some of the reasons.

Xie Que pretended to be surprised: "So long? I think there are a lot of people coming from Shenjing City, so it should be solved quickly."

Master Yan Guang just shook his head: "Don't ask, this matter is not that easy to solve."

Unwilling to give up, he tried again: "I happened to be nearby when the incident happened. I was far away, but I seemed to see a coffin floating in the air."

Master Yan Guang still had a calm expression: "Yes."

Xie Que began to make up: "I seem to have heard something about the Black Dragon King? That seems to have been worshiped by the villagers near Xiaochegou."

Unexpectedly, the master's face flashed with blinking thoughts, as if he was reminiscing, but he continued to speak carelessly: "There are so many dragons in this world, even my secret sect, the Bodhisattva Buddha He has several mounts."

Seeing this, Xie Que became even more determined that his master must know the reason.

However, no matter how Xie Que tried to ask, he was always stopped by Master Yan Guang.

In desperation, he had to give up.

When Xie Que walked out of the Demon Suppression Division, the sky had become brighter.

In addition, many days have passed since the emperor's ordination, and the people no longer have to only eat fast food, and the city is becoming more lively again.

Xie Que, who originally wanted to find some ways to make a fortune, lost his desire after being fed by his master.

He walked to the restaurant opened by He Guangguan with ease, ordered twenty fried, boiled and roasted whips of various kinds, and then ate a few Linhu eggs as big as fists.

But Xie Que didn't expect that while he was feasting, someone actually sat down in the empty seat in front of him.

Those people were also the same, dressed in dark gray attire, looking extremely smart and capable.

Generally, people dressed like this are almost all warriors.

Xie Que frowned, and the burly man leading the opponent's group also widened his eyes when he looked at the guns on the table.

"Young warriors should be more restrained, otherwise how can they maintain sufficient physical strength and blood?"

The big man opened his mouth and spoke to Xie Que in a lecturing tone.

"What does it have to do with you?" Xie Que swallowed the food in his mouth and raised his head to look at him.

The big man clicked his tongue and said in the same tone as before: "Is this the genius that Master Lu said? I didn't expect that he is not only a person who indulges in excessive sexual activities, but also an arrogant person who doesn't know what respect is."

Xie Que ignored him and just ate his food slowly.

When those people saw this, they all had bad expressions.

But in He Guangguan's territory, they didn't dare to cause trouble.

Seeing that Xie Que didn't care, and even called the waiter to add food, they couldn't hold it in any longer.

The big man at the head took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "A certain family came from Fengcheng and heard that the martial arts in Jinmen was strong, so they came to consult several martial arts schools."

"I didn't expect that these warriors in Jinmen are all tuberculosis, and none of them can fight."

"On the contrary, Master Lu of the Heyuan Pavilion can be considered a master, but he is too old and his energy, blood, and constitution have declined severely."

"On the contrary, Master Lu specially recommended you to me, saying that your martial arts skills are unparalleled among young masters."

"We have been squatting in front of the Demon Suppression Division for several days and nights. Only this morning did a brother say that you showed up."

"If you are still a warrior, you should finish your meal quickly and go to fight me."

"But don't use the Demon Suppressor to pressure us. We are not evil and heretical. We act openly and aboveboard and have no fear of your Demon Suppressor's majesty."

Listen to this big man's crackling words.

Xie Que raised his head, a little confused: "Do I know you? Why should I fight you?"

The big man seemed to be unable to restrain his anger. After the younger brother beside him reminded him repeatedly, he suppressed it and shouted in a low voice: "You idiot, did you eat the thing in your crotch? "

Xie Que stopped chewing.

The next moment, the big man didn't even know what was happening. His face collapsed instantly and his whole body flew backwards.

His body knocked over several tables and chairs and hit the wall, leaving a huge blood mark before he stopped.

The back of his head even hit the wall with a dent, and blood was still flowing. He was completely dizzy.

The shopkeeper behind the counter dressed as a Taoist priest seemed to see someone making trouble and walked out angrily.

Xie Que just slowly took out the cards from his waist, and the shopkeeper immediately smiled.

This hand is not like the previous Foreign Deacon. Master has replaced it with a more advanced Foreign Affairs Patrol.

"It turns out to be the Inspector of the Demon Suppression Division..."

Xie Que wiped his mouth and was not in the mood to eat anymore, so he paid and walked out.

The few younger brothers brought by the big man also became stern and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

After all, that big man is not weak, but he is still a figure who has reached the peak of martial arts master in his thirties.

He was actually slapped by the man in front of him and was sent flying. He didn't even know whether he was alive or dead.

Those people suddenly became restless. They looked at me and I looked at you, and then they ran out quickly.

He knelt down directly in front of Xie Que and started to say something to please Xie Que.

Xie Que ignored these people and walked towards the market, thinking about what spices he should buy.

As he was walking, Xie Que spotted several figures of the Xuanjia Army riding tall horses, running towards the outside of the city one after another.

Generally speaking, even the Xuanjia Army cannot ride horses in the city.

Unless there is something important or information to be passed on.

Xie Que also vaguely heard the words "riverside" and "expedited" from these figures, and his heart instantly felt excited.

He quickly found a corner of the city wall and climbed out, using the Jinpeng's body technique, he quickly rushed towards the Xiaochegou.

Arriving at the boundary about five miles away from Xiaochegou, Xie Que felt that there seemed to be an invisible restraint that was restricting him.

But he couldn't tell what kind of restraint it was.

Regardless of qi, blood, gang qi or martial arts will, he can use it normally.

To be more cautious, Xie Que covered his face with Wu Chou mask, and his aura was restrained to the extreme.

Then he slowly rushed towards the river.

But when they reached the boundary of about three miles, Xie Que found that the place was already surrounded by men and horses of the Xuanjia Army.

The positions of these hundreds of warriors seemed to form some kind of formation.

And completely collect the energy and blood power in their bodies and blend them into one ball.

Then several Taoist practitioners used it to wrap around the body, as if they were magic power.

And there seemed to be some hidden magic circle. If Xie Que hadn't been extremely sensitive to Qi and blood, and could only sense his Yinshen with his martial arts will, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect the abnormality.

Xie Que sensed carefully that the energy and blood power gathered by these hundreds of people was almost catching up with him, reaching the power of more than 20 continents.

However, most of these warriors are just entering the realm for the first time and have little innate talent.

The grandmaster in this army did not participate in the composition of the formation at all, but stood at the front riding a second-level spirit Linhu.

Seeing this, Xie Que dived into the water and slowly moved forward.

Only half of his head, which was obscured by fallen leaves in the river, was exposed.

Getting closer, Xie Que used his innate power to stimulate his ears, and his ears instantly became clear.

"Slowly move forward..."

"Don't alarm those bald thieves..."

"The Mingwang Soul Lock Diagram continues to input souls, don't stop..."

Xie Que felt awe-inspiring and judged based on what he heard so far.

These Xuanjia troops seemed to be doing something unfavorable to the Taoist priests and monks by the river.

The details are not yet clear.

But if it were just these warriors, I'm afraid one of them could destroy them all with a third-level thunder tribulation or above.

Is their reliance on the so-called "King Ming Soul Lock Map"?

Xie Que saw the vitality and blood around the real people at the front, and they started talking as if no one else was around:

"His Highness has long been unable to tolerate the big cancer of the Secret Sect, but he didn't expect that he would endure it for so long before taking action."

"Dazhi Dharma King has been implicated. That old guy Yan Guang hasn't noticed it yet. Now that the living Buddha has disappeared, the other people in the secret sect are just three or two big cats and kittens."

"Isn't it rumored that the secret sect has produced a holy traveler of the secret master? This matter has attracted the attention of His Highness."

"He has already cut off his spiritual cultivation and pursued the fourth level of martial arts."

"Holy Walker, you will definitely be able to become a spiritual general, comparable to the True Lord of Yangshen."

"He actually abandoned this great road to the sky and pursued the illusory martial arts."

Xie Que had a thought in his mind. He didn't expect that the Holy Walker mentioned by his uncle at the time could actually point directly at the spirit general.

I also know that what they are talking about is Dashun, and I don’t know what is happening to my adoptive father now.

And is this spiritual general comparable to Yang Shen?

At that time, I thought that this spiritual general could only be a high-level Taoist.

Xie Que couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the fallen boy who gave him the entry of "Martial Arts Wizard". No wonder even his master was dispatched at that time.

You must know that even Master Qishan only dispatched an uncle from Nanguang.

Having said this, all the real people couldn't help laughing, and one of them continued:

"If we can kill all these real people, that would be really... tsk tsk."

"Qianxuan, please don't act recklessly, His Highness has requirements..."