Chapter 148 Letter sent to a distant place

On the afternoon of the day when the owner of Fugui Building learned about Ouyang Hong's death, he quietly entered the secret room after finishing his work.

Chen Ping, a weak scholar who was originally hiding in Fugui Building, waited for a while.

Then get up.

In the still lively atmosphere of drunken immortals and dreams of death, we quietly entered the top floor.

With his foundation-building strength, he can basically walk sideways in this mortal city, and he can enter and exit various places silently with a speed that is so fast that he can teleport.

No mortal can discover it.

Chen Ping easily bypassed the two bodyguards outside the building's owner's room.

Enter the landlord's room.

Follow the original poster's technique to twist the compass and gently enter the secret passage.

Very easy to search.

Ouyang Hong is in the middle stage of foundation building.

It must be spread, otherwise Yun Wenting will continue to be obsessed with the cause of Ouyang Hong's death.

Hearing that there was no movement, the host turned his head and looked back. He was stunned and his body froze.

"It's really ironic."

The host felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, but then he regained his calm expression and said with relief:

If there are bad people among monks, then all monks should die?

How many times have I been robbed by rogue cultivators? Do I also want to kill all the immortal cultivators in the world?

Does that monk who left a shadow on you have anything to do with me, Chen Ping?

The subordinates will clean up and destroy all the items today. Then they will leave Yunzhong City for inspection and go to the next mortal city to stay for a while to see the situation in secret before making plans.

Stuff into storage bag.

Chen Ping rushed over and hugged the monk's sliding body to prevent him from making a sound when he fell to the ground:

Foundation-building spiritual power flashed through.

"It is true that I tempted Ouyang Hong to kill you, but so what? You immortal masters can't kill you? Can you be superior? Can you trample on us mortals? Can you make us work for you and others with humility?

Already?"

"Don't be nervous, it's me. You and I had tea together at Kidō Sect, do you remember? Ha, you don't remember?"

Identity is not simple.

"Okay." Chen Ping said solemnly.

There is no such thing as a record book.

After a pause, without waiting for Chen Ping to answer, the host continued to himself:

Halfway through the above letter:

[Lord Cave Master:

His hands unconsciously tried to tear up the yellow paper on the table, but it was ruthlessly bounced away by Chen Ping's spiritual power.

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

"Why?" The host originally looked calm, but the more he spoke, the more excited he became.

However, err on the side of caution.

But after opening the box, the inside was filled with evil spirits.

"...Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel a little dizzy."

The secret passage is long and winding.

There is a porcelain basin next to the table with burnt ashes in it.

Everything is clear at a glance.

...What a guy, he can actually reprimand a late-stage Qi training monk.

"who?"

The subordinates were shocked.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in?" The landlord scolded him dissatisfiedly as he sat at the table and wrote something.

"Why should a five-year-old child be killed on the spot together with the child's mother just because he accidentally bumped into you monks? Are there any laws of heaven? Are there any city rules? Humph, you monks are human beings.

Why don’t I wait?...Haha, if they say they are demon cultivators, they at least treat me as a human being!!!"

On the innermost side of the cabinet, there are three wooden sculptures. There are two people standing, one large and one small. The older one is a woman and the younger one is a little boy. The other wooden sculpture is kneeling in front of the woman and child.

Seeing that the host of the building hates the monks, he has already considered death as his own. There is absolutely nothing you can pry out from the mouth of such a person.

Ouyang Hong of Yunzhong City, do you remember the cave master? The dying foundation-building monk that the cave master once wanted to win over.

Am I going to die?

What's the difference between what you do and the monk you say you despise?

"To enter here quietly, you have to build a foundation. You are...Chen Ping, right?"

Chen Ping put the letter into his storage bag and checked the secret room again.

Then he followed the same method to deal with the second monk, and finally entered the secret room.

The owner of the building was killed in an instant.

The pen on the table fell to the ground.

What the hell logic?

You know, Qi practitioners are all immortal masters in the eyes of mortals. Which mortal would not be submissive when meeting an immortal master?

Please forgive me for making my own decisions. In fact, I have not contacted the cave master for more than three years. I also want to share the cave master's worries...

"..."

In the cabinet, there were several items that looked like magic weapons, packed in exquisite boxes. Chen Ping could not recognize their function.

Even Lingxiao Sect will intervene.

The subordinates speculated that it was Chen Ping who did it, but Chen Ping did not come to me for so many days, which puzzled the subordinates. Or maybe Ouyang Hong did not confess his subordinates?

Die early and become pure early.

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"I didn't expect that the person who plotted against me was not the demon cultivator, but this demon cultivator's agent."

Chen Ping put the poster's body into the storage bag and checked the contents of the entire secret room.

Unfortunately, Ouyang Hong was incompetent and failed to kill Chen Ping for two years. Instead, his own disciples suffered many misfortunes. Today, my subordinates heard that even Ouyang Hong was missing, and had been missing for several days.

The first is the yellow paper on the table that was too late to be destroyed.

"Come on, kill me. Do you think Huang is afraid of death? Huang died decades ago. Come on, kill me."

A few days ago, my subordinates heard that the master of Zuixianfang in Xianhe City was able to contact the cave master, so he took the liberty of writing a letter to disturb the cave master for the first time.

Three years ago, his subordinates gave Ouyang Hong benefits, and he was already moved. Two years ago, there was a casual cultivator named Chen Ping in Yunzhong City who was lucky enough to break through the foundation building. His subordinates followed the way the cave master treated Ji Yan.

, let Ouyang Hongjie kill Chen Ping to put an end to the idea of ​​Sanxiu.

We apologize for taking the liberty of contacting you.

There was nothing else on the table except pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and some gold and silver.

"Pfft~"

Chen Ping did not let go of some mundane things such as gold and silver and put them into the storage bag.

"Moreover, the so-called cave master behind the scenes doesn't know anything about it."

The secret room is not big, a small space of less than ten square meters. In addition to a table and chair, there is only a cabinet.

This is an opportunity to convey the message that "Ouyang Hong is a demon cultivator".

Don't worry, the cave master, from the day the cave master captured the monk for his subordinate, the life of the subordinate will always belong to the cave master. Even if the subordinate is captured, he will never say a word more.

This greatly disappointed Chen Ping...Why not cultivate such a good habit as keeping a diary?

At least I left a record of the structure of the magic cultivator.

The monk guarding the secret passage was a late-stage Qi practitioner, and he immediately noticed someone entering:

Chen Ping looked at the secret room, thought briefly, and did not touch the monsters. He did not know these monsters, but that did not mean that Yun Haitang did not know them, nor did the Lingxiao Sect.

But if Ouyang Hong is a demon cultivator, then how Ouyang Hong died is not important. On the contrary, the most important thing is who else was instigated to rebel.

Chen Ping walked to the table, gathered all his spiritual energy, picked up the pen and ink. After a pause, he switched to his left hand to hold the pen, imitating the original poster's handwriting, and wrote two strings of words on the yellow paper:

[Yunzhongcheng Ouyang Hong]

[Master of Zuixianfang in Xianhe City]

Then roll up the yellow paper and insert it into the child's hand of the wooden sculpture in the cabinet.

After doing all this, I took a few pictures of evil-suppressing charms and cleaning charms, and carefully removed the traces of my visit.

Then he retreated without anyone noticing.
Chapter completed!