Chapter 533 Watching the chess without saying a word
Early in the morning in Sanxiang City, when the roosters crow, there are already vendors pushing stalls on the streets, gathering from all over the city towards the market.
Although there was no shouting, the atmosphere became more and more lively.
Several sleepy-eyed detectives mingled in the busy traffic, complaining about the cold, damp and chilling conditions in Xiangxiang while chewing tobacco leaves.
The martial arts hall and the escort agency will briefly open the side door, and the vendors selling grain and rice will be waiting in front of the door early to help carry the goods into the courtyard.
The traders had doubts about this, but according to the government, these months would be the ordination days to pay homage to the Taoist ancestor, the Buddha, so they stayed behind closed doors.
Taoist temples and Buddhist temples have even less contact with the outside world.
Usually the Taoist and Buddhist families have at least dozens of acres of farmland and can barely be self-sufficient. Even if they want to buy daily necessities, they send novices and Taoists to shops in the city.
Compared to the weirdness of various forces, people's lives are undoubtedly much more normal.
The crowds gathering at the market are getting bigger and bigger, and the noisy sound wakes up the whole city of Sanxiang, and the unique fragrance of the early snacks has already filled the air.
When Chen time comes, the market will tend to disperse and the vendors will move to the streets and alleys.
But just as the crowd was surging, the sound of gongs was heard in the distance. A group of officers and soldiers wearing light armor and long knives at their waists escorted the prison car covered by black cloth.
The people were silent, with some curiosity in their eyes, but more of fear.
They spontaneously moved out of the way and allowed the prison car to reach the market entrance.
The people were talking a lot, but they kept their voices down. They were obviously extremely wary of the presence in the prison car, for fear of causing trouble.
"Is it a demon?"
"It was said that it was found in the Dahuang Mountains outside the city. I didn't expect that I would be asked to kill it today."
"This is the fifth time this month, how come there are so many evil spirits?"
"well……"
"quiet!!!"
The mouths of the officers and soldiers are full of sharp teeth, and they make metal knocking sounds when they collide. You can tell at a glance that they are insect warriors, and they are majestic.
The market suddenly became silent, even the children did not dare to cry, only the heavy breathing and the retreating footsteps of the female family members.
The officers and soldiers waited for a moment until all the uninvolved people had left, and then they lifted up the black cloth.
In the uproar, the "evil" half-human, half-insect figure was revealed. He was half human, but his legs were like fleas.
Ren Qing was sitting in a teahouse next to the market, overlooking the absurd and bizarre scene.
"It's really a human insect from the insect nest."
Human Insect was put on a wooden stake, and no matter how much he begged for mercy, Xiangxiang and Insect's Nest couldn't speak to each other at all, and in the end he was held down by the officers and soldiers.
"cut!!!"
The executioner swung down the sharpened tiger-head knife with great force, partially exposing the spine of the Tiandao insect man, and his whole body couldn't help but twitch.
It took a total of five cuts to behead the evil figure in the eyes of the people.
Ren Qing's eyes swept across the crowd of onlookers and landed on a middle-aged man who seemed to be ordinary, but the latter had a ghostly soul.
"The waiter."
"I'm coming."
"Do me a favor……"
Ren Qing pointed at the man in the market, whispered a few words into the waiter's ear, and then threw out a broken piece of silver.
The waiter nodded repeatedly, and then started to walk out of the teahouse.
The man's name is Wu Shanzi, and his expression seems calm, but in fact his right hand is hidden in his sleeve, as if he is holding something tightly in his palm.
As he exerted force, his wrist was cut open, and the blood that flowed out was absorbed by the object in his palm, which should obviously be a magic weapon.
"Seductive, go..."
Wu Shanzi looked ugly and chanted several times in succession, but the magic weapon did not move at all, indicating that the beheaded Xie Yi had no soul left.
"How is it possible? The insect nest evil cultivator died in front of me. He shouldn't have no soul. Could it be that he was blown away by the strong wind?"
Just when he was secretly worried, he heard someone behind him say: "This Taoist priest, a guest wants you to come to the teahouse to get together."
After the waiter finished speaking, he took a few steps back and couldn't help but weigh the money given by Ren Qing in his hand.
Wushanzi's expression was solemn. He was not from Xiangxiang, but came from Sanxiang City from Tushan. It was impossible for anyone in the city to recognize him.
He hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked into the teahouse, and hesitantly came to the window seat on the second floor, only to find that there was no one there.
Wu Shanzi subconsciously looked at the table. The handwriting written with tea was slowly disappearing over time, but he could still roughly distinguish it.
"One hundred and three days?"
"Could it be..."
After he muttered a few words, he couldn't help but look around to find Ren Qing, but in the end there were only a few tea-drinking guests.
"Have you seen the face of the man by the window?"
Wu Shanzi hurriedly asked others, but after finding no results, he asked the waiter to ask, but learned that no one had been to the teahouse.
A chill ran down his spine, and he was not in the mood to stay in the teahouse any longer. He stumbled out of the market and returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying.
Ren Qing observed Wu Shanzi's behavior, and his reaction confirmed his suspicion.
He did not choose to continue to contact Wu Shanzi, and closed his eyes to digest the soul of the recently deceased human insect, with a more inquisitive look in his eyes.
It seems that the major and minor forces in the town are really made up of former monks.
To be precise, their souls came from ancient monks, and their bodies were refined by Taiyin Star Lord as expected.
The ancient monks didn't know what was going on. Not only were they confused about the situation, they also noticed that the magic suddenly failed, as if the end of the Dharma era was coming.
Ren Qing noticed in the past few days that the ancient monks did not sleep at all. They constantly stimulated the spirit with herbs and meditated with their eyes closed to keep themselves awake at all times.
As for the insect nest, it seemed extremely cautious from beginning to end, and even only sent out human insects to test the town, and they rarely showed up since then.
The reason why the ancient monks knew that lifespan was limited was indeed through human insects, and they also mastered the rudimentary Gu refining technique through this.
The art of refining Gu is actually a method of controlling Gu insects to transform into strange objects.
They are in retreat almost every day, trying to find the reason why the spell fails, or to improve the Gu refining technique.
Ren Qing learned from the memory of the human insect that the art of refining Gu was intentionally leaked by the mistress, and even the matter of limited lifespan was the same.
According to the instructions of the Mistress, the Tiandao Insects have been waiting underground until the deadline is one hundred days after Jingzhou's life force is exhausted.
Some of the human insect's memories of the mistress are blocked by magic. Fortunately, the toe-off technique can bypass the Heavenly Deception Realm.
Most of the human bug's memories were apparently deliberately given to ancient monks.
From Ren Qing's point of view, the people behind the scenes are somewhat dominated by the insect nest.
The people behind the scenes will never be content with the status quo. The next step will be to see the game between the two parties, but no matter what the outcome, Ren Qing can intervene.
Ren Qing looked at Wu Shanzi leaving in embarrassment, turned around and said to the waiter: "Waiter, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"
The waiter was stunned for a moment, as if he had just recalled Ren Qing, and said quickly: "Returning to the guest officer, the villain's nickname is Huang Gou'er."
"Nice name."
"Is the shopkeeper here?"
"exist."
Ren Qing narrowed his eyes, like a spectator watching a chess player, and the teacup dropped like a chess piece.
"Tell the shopkeeper of your family that someone wants to take over his teahouse."
"ah?"
Huang Gouer left in a hurry. Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper, who regarded the teahouse as his life, immediately agreed to Ren Qing's request.
In a chessboard game, the invincible is always the spectator.
‘Life is approaching, one hundred and three days’
Gentlemen, the second chapter is a little less. Kavin revised it for a few hours.