Chapter 143: The bright moon is frightening and the bird is uncertain
The long night seemed to be endless. When Jiang Wen once again stood at the entrance of Nether Alley, looking at the dilapidated streets filled with water vapor and covered with moss, he fell into deep thought.
"It's obviously been a long time since the third watch, why are you still not ready for dawn?"
Jiang Wen, who was silent, could always taste some familiar things in such a night, hoping that maybe if he walked through this street and turned a certain corner, he would be able to see the familiar neon lights and thousands of tourists.
, there will still be busy taxis wandering in the streets and alleys, and the deep and clear sound of the midnight radio station can be heard in the cars.
But after passing through the mist, only the lonely short tower still stood at the entrance of the Nether Alley, and the sound of the swirling and subdued wind echoed endlessly.
The moment they stepped into this place, the black and white shadows leading the way disappeared. They were unwilling to face the place where their master died and where master and apprentice suddenly parted ways forever.
Jiang Wen actually didn't want to come here, but he knew that he was determined not to avoid this alley tonight.
The key to leveraging the White Lotus Sect lies in the Red Lotus Virgin, in the Netherworld Engravings, in the Nine Nether Scriptures, and must also be in this Netherworld Alley that seems to belong only to the dead.
The numerous Hengmen still press against the sky of the alley, countless stone couplets left by the Song Dynasty have been shaved away, but the high walls rebuilt in the Ming Dynasty still guard the two sides majestically. In the Nether Book Shop on the left, the evil wind blows up.
Broken chapters and pages were scattered all over the ground, swaying like paper money on a grave.
The crumbling houses and scaffoldings are still struggling to survive, and they are still covered with dirty ink paper that was recently printed. When the wind blows, they turn into ghost butterflies flying in the sky, ready to attack people.
Jiang Wen stepped into it and saw that the zombies that had once stood there were gone. It must have been cleaned up and put away during the day, and the courtyard was turned to pieces. Even the tombstones of the eunuchs were smashed.
The bones of the corpses in the tomb are jutting out, as if they were scattered and bleak during their lifetimes.
"Monk Bujie is eager to find the Mani Orb, and his men are not kind people. Even if these corpses are taken away, I'm afraid they won't go anywhere good..."
A gust of wind blew, and Jiang Wen smelled the faint smell of rotting corpses floating in the air again, but his expression suddenly became clear, "The bones are stored in the righteous village opposite."
Jiang Wen jumped up, and with the flow of internal energy, he turned around and suddenly climbed three feet higher. He instantly climbed up the courtyard wall and looked at the gloomy old house opposite, hoping to find traces in advance among the cobwebs and corpses.
But at this moment, Jiang Wen suddenly saw an erratic figure swaying in the narrow Netherworld Alley, who had just jumped down from the ferry tower with both feet stiff.
At first, Jiang Wen only thought that Black and White Wu Chang had come in, but the shadowy figure could not be seen clearly, and his movements were also very strange. Just when Jiang Wen was confused, his limbs became stiff, and his head hung low, and he suddenly stood up from the ground.
In an instant, he crossed the high wall of Netherworld Alley and disappeared into the depths of Yizhuang!
Such superb Qinggong, and so familiar, the fright in his eyes only lasted for a moment, and Jiang Wen knew what he should do...
Chase!
A wall could not stop Jiang Wen's footsteps. When the rabbit had risen and the falcon had fallen, he followed him and fell into the courtyard. When he landed, he inevitably stirred up dust on the ground.
Not far away, all the doors and plaques of the Yizhuang houses disappeared, leaving only dark doors. The rotten wooden doorposts on both sides read "No coffins are allowed to be stored around the first ban" and "Beggars are not allowed to borrow coffins in the second ban."
"Stay overnight." He innocently opened his eyes made of torn paper lanterns and stared at Jiang Wen.
This place was originally supposed to be a temple, but I don’t know when it became a place for coffins to be placed.
There was an unidentified figure in the hall of Yizhuang, walking among the dead bones. Jiang Wen rushed over and without hesitation pulled out the ancient bronze sword from his waist. The cold light had already illuminated it.
Deserted hall.
As soon as the two met each other, Jiang Wen heard the indistinguishable voice of male and female.
"……you again?!"
The movement of the shadow in Yi Zhuang stagnated for a moment, and the dazed figure quickly pulled away, reflecting seamlessly among the rotten bones of zombies in the courtyard. By the way, a thick and unpleasant smell of putridity was stirred up. In the blink of an eye, it merged into the thick and indissoluble smell.
Open in the dark.
The Yi Zhuang suddenly filled with dust. Jiang Wen swung his sword to catch up. The shadow penetrated into the aisles on both sides of the dilapidated Buddhist hall and turned into a trance-like ghost. Then he recited strange words in a sharp and harsh voice like a night owl.
scriptures.
Jiang Wen suddenly lost sight of him. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the withered and damaged Buddha statue in the center of Yi Zhuang. It seemed that someone had pushed it, and the lotus platform collapsed, revealing the mud base of the base. It fell to pieces on the ground.
But at the moment when the damaged Tathagata statue was pushed down, countless strange shadows in the righteous village began to dance quietly in accordance with the sound of the sutra.
【If I turn to the fire soup, the fire soup will dry up on its own.】
As soon as he finished speaking, the sitting Arhat suddenly fell down from his seat on the statues of Arhats in the aisles on both sides. This fall was caused by the stupid fall of a heavy object. There was a loud noise and the lower body collapsed, revealing the straw stuffed in the statue and a piece of it.
All dead bones!
【If I go to hell, hell will destroy itself.】
The long-browed Arhat also suddenly jumped down from the throne. The action of stroking his eyebrows with both hands caused his center of gravity to become unstable. He hit the ground top-heavy and smashed his head. He turned his withered yellow skull and stared at Jiang Wen.
【If I surrender to a hungry ghost, the hungry ghost will be satisfied.】
The Dragon-Subduing Arhat was originally riding on an ugly dragon. At this time, it suddenly shook. When his feet broke free from the restraints of the statue, it also tore the rosette, revealing a pale skeleton leg bone, covered with traces of brittle splendor.
【If I turn to Shura, my nausea will subdue itself.】
The happy Arhat was shaped into a posture of raising his hands in celebration and elated. He was suddenly shrouded in an evil atmosphere. Suddenly, the place where his chest was exposed suddenly shattered. His empty belly was wrapped by a few shriveled ribs. His smile was daunting.
Fearful.
Gradually, all the arhats in the hall showed the strange appearance of coexisting skeletons and dharma, and they woke up one after another in different ways. Jiang Wen suddenly discovered that the eyes of all the statues seemed to be emitting scarlet light, and looked at Jiang Wen quietly and calmly.
…
"That's enough. You dare to come to your class even if you are a trivial person."
The sword light was like a gossamer, floating in the air suddenly and uncertainly. It didn't know when it had caught the black shadow's throat, and it was frozen in the air and glowing faintly.
Jiang Wen, who was holding the sword in one hand, closed his eyes and had a proud smile on his face. The ancient bronze sword was close to the opponent's neck, and he could cut off his head with just one step closer.
"There are people with such perseverance in the world..."
The ghost-faced man said quietly.
Jiang Wen smiled mysteriously, naturally he would not tell him that he had already understood the poisonous smoke of the White Lotus Sect, and would not be fooled a second time.
"Your Majesty sounds like you know me. I wonder if you should take off the mask yourself, or should I do it for you?"
The ghost-faced man who was forced to reveal his body slowly stood up from the ground. The face wearing the twisted and twisted ghost mask showed a very complicated look. He stretched out his hand and took off the mask little by little, only to reveal a picture of Jiang Wen beaten to death.
An unexpected face...
"Director Jiang, long time no see."
Putting aside the disguise of his voice, the ghost-faced man returned to his original rough voice. In addition to his five willow whiskers, his thin and mean face also had a pair of triangular eyes. He seemed to be frowning all the time, thinking deeply.
The experience of the Minyue Ancient City in Wuyi Mountain was still before his eyes, so Jiang Wen would never mistake the guy in front of him as one of the original Five Shaolin Elders, the current head of the Wudang Sect, and the official uncle of Hong Xi——
Feng Daode!
"If I didn't want to reveal my martial arts skills tonight, how could you easily catch me?"
The Taoist in front of him still sounded angry, but his expression did not change. It is true that he is the leader of the Shaolin and Wudang families, and his attainments in internal skills and moves have already been perfected. Just now, he was more anxious to escape, but he did not expect Jiang Wen to be able to do so.
Recover quickly from toxic fumes.
"Is this the point? You are not anti-war, only anti-defeat, are you?!"
Jiang Wen put away the ancient bronze sword and stared at Feng Daode's old face in front of him and asked, "Master Feng, should you first explain why you are in this righteous village! And you are dressed up like this?"
Looks like a ghost!"
Jiang Wen had made it very clear, and even planned to take down the general ledger in Wuyi Mountain and ask him to explain why he showed up confidently in every situation that disrupted the situation.
Feng Daode snorted coldly, and only eight words came out of his mouth.
"When someone entrusts you, you can't help yourself."
Jiang Wen almost laughed out loud.
"Are you being entrusted by others again? Master Feng, you have committed murderous crimes one after another, causing trouble all over the city. I'm afraid you can't restore the reputation of the Wudang Sect by being so involuntary!"
Even if the snake strikes seven inches, Feng Daode hides his head and only wants to dodge tonight because of his identity as the head of the Wudang Sect. At this time, even if the disciples of the Wudang Sect are involved in the mess in Fuzhou City, it may cause hidden dangers, so the interests of all parties
While thinking about it, what he was most worried about was having his whereabouts exposed.
And Jiang Wen didn't want to get angry with him. He just said it straight away. It would be interesting to see if Feng Daode was angry enough to kill the enemy.
Sure enough, Feng Daode, who was the leader of a sect and was not the leader of a grass-roots sect like Jiang Wen, even though he stared at Jiang Wen menacingly, he still said slowly after a long while: "I didn't kill anyone."
"Did you fight with me at Netherworld Bookshop that day to hunt down Protector Huang? Wasn't the death of Chang Qingzi, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect outside the alley, your plan? The White Lotus Sect's Holy Mother of Red Lotus mysteriously disappeared. Was it not related to you?
It’s irrelevant? Someone is targeting and killing the escorts of Fuwei Escort Agency day and night. Isn’t it your credit?”
Jiang Wen frowned and said with a hint of joking, "How is it different from stabbing someone to kill them, saying it's not me, but a soldier?"
"I was only entrusted by someone to arrest Protector Huang, so I also used the identity of the White Lotus Sect. I was also careful when discussing with you and never hurt him. It was obviously because he was suspicious and thought someone was plotting him, so he ran away again and again, and finally
Scared myself to death."
Feng Daode sighed deeply and raised his left hand, revealing a strange-shaped knife in his palm.
"In addition, the other things you mentioned have nothing to do with me. Wudang and Qingcheng are both from the Taoist sect. I came to Yizhuang tonight to look for clues. I want to find out the real person who attacked and killed Taoist Master Hui Lv.
fierce……"
Jiang Wen glanced at the ghost mask on the ground and said without hesitation: "Do you think we, the people's police, will believe your lies?!"
This is a lie. He is so sneaky late at night. As long as Jiang Wen is not blind, he will not believe his lies.
In order to protect the reputation of the Wudang Sect, Feng Daode tried his best to tell the truth, for fear that Jiang Wen would put all these shit on his head.
He knows that in critical moments, instead of making up excuses and swearing, it is often better to analyze and confess your intentions, which will be more effective.
"Director Jiang, this Yizhuang has been a place for bone examinations in the past dynasties. It was occupied by the Ti Xing Si in the former Song Dynasty, and was used by the Fuzhou Si Town during the Hongwu period. What's wrong with me coming here to examine the corpses? Did you hear that?
The strange incident of 'biting one's finger and dying' in Fuzhou during the former Song Dynasty?"
Jiang Wen looked at him doubtfully: "How do you say that?"
"Fuzhou is also called Rongcheng, and there is a lot of mystery in it. In a certain month in the third year of Shaoding in the former Song Dynasty, eight soap officials died in the Yamen in a row. Seven of them died suddenly on a terrifying night. After hearing that the first seven soap officials
After hearing the news of Zaoli's death, the eighth Zaoli was so frightened that he bit his fingers and died."
Feng Daode's eyes were full of fear, "At that time, the Lufu Prefecture Army often killed indiscriminate sacrifices, so this incident even shocked the court. In order to prevent officials from protecting each other, Song Lizong sent Jiangxi pacification envoy Zheng Xingqian
Let’s investigate thoroughly.”
"The case gradually came to light in Emperor Daojun's Zhenghe Wanshou Daozang. Weird things suddenly appeared in the printing shop, which gradually became deserted. However, eccentric and unknown publications were always circulated in the book shop. As things continued, Lu Fangweng even wrote to the emperor, saying that he was above
'They are all nonsense and monster words, which are different from Taoist interpretations of scriptures. As for the pronunciation of the characters, they can be recognized. For a while, the apocryphal demonic images were engraving and distributing, under the guise of Cheng Ruoqing, an official of Zhenghe Zhongdao, as the collation, and Huang Shang, the magistrate of Fuzhou, as the supervisor of the engraving.'
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What's even worse is that rumors that Zheng Xingzhi had committed murder gradually spread in Jipi Lane, and they continue to this day. In the end, the case had to be closed.
Then, the book was hastily sealed with the sudden death of eight people due to miasma..."
Jiang Wen didn't even understand what he said, but the three names mentioned by Feng Daode attracted his attention.
The lingering ghost of Song Lizong, and the unavoidable Zheng Xingzhi?
And Huang Shang, the pretended governor of the state, could he be the rumored "Skull Governor"?!
Putting these three names together, Jiang Wen instantly remembered all the rumors in this alley, and looked at Feng Daode with a hint of enlightenment.
The two people's eyes intertwined, and they both saw the answer they wanted in the other's eyes, and they said in a low voice almost indiscriminately...
"You are also here for the Nine Nether Scriptures!"
Feng Daode's expression became even more fearful, and he looked at Jiang Wen coldly.
"This object has another origin with our Wudang sect. Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng once came here at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and then left two blood books with his finger blood and floated away. It seems that he encountered something unspeakable in this dark alley."
"So our sect has been speculating that the Zao official who died suddenly also encountered the same thing, but he died because of his lack of moral integrity. And the last Zao official who bit his finger and died probably also wanted to write something with his blood.
But in the end there is nothing we can do…”
Jiang Wen took a deep breath and looked at the corpses all over the Yi Zhuang. He felt cold from beginning to end, a shiver that penetrated his soul, as if something was hiding in the darkness and watching them.
Jiang Wen calmed down for a moment and said slowly, "I sensed the smell of conspiracy. If you think about it carefully, Zheng Xingzhi had offended many officials because of his attitude towards the abolition of the Jin Dynasty coins as early as the seventh year of Jiading when he was the Secretary and Provincial Secretary.
Shi Miyuan, a powerful official in the court. It is also very likely that he accidentally got involved in the struggle between imperial power and prime minister power, and was maliciously slandered, so he had to give up."
But Feng Daode sneered three times: "Justice has been hard to find since ancient times, but it is so easy to kill people to pay for their lives. Is it so difficult to get the truth? Do you know who investigated the case at that time?"
"Who is it?" Jiang Wen asked.
Feng Daode said slowly: "This man was born in Jianyang. He became an official in the second year of Baoguang, Emperor Lizong of the Song Dynasty. He successively held the position of Jiangxi Registrar and other positions. During the Shaoding period, he was working as an aide to thoroughly investigate the case under Zheng Xingzhi."
Jiang Wen's eyes flashed slightly, and he vaguely guessed where his confidence lies: "So what you said is..."
"That's right - if it were just as simple as the intervention of the powerful prime minister, would this person sit idly by and watch this person later go to various prisons, go to Zhibao Mo Pavilion, serve as envoys, and finally reach Song Ci, the Guangdong Economic Strategy and Comfort Envoy?!"
The famous Song Dynasty criminal officer Song Ci was actually related to this case!
Recognizing the admiration in Jiang Wen's eyes, Feng Daode said this, and finally said to Jiang Wen eloquently: "You already know the reason for my coming. I just follow the rules of the business in Fuzhou City, and I will never do it again in the future.
Intervene - I hope you can understand that the purpose of my trip has always been the secret copy of the "Nine Nether Scriptures"!"
Jiang Wen became quiet again.
Ever since the situation in Fuzhou City became turbulent, what has long troubled Jiang Wen is not only the intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes, but also how the ghost-faced man quietly attacked Chang Qingzi, scared Protector Huang to death, and kidnapped the Red Lotus Virgin.
He can also wander around the three lanes and seven alleys without knowing it, pulling clues from all directions to himself.
There is also the Chang brothers who accidentally entered Yizhuang that night and suddenly fell into madness, biting and biting the rotting corpses. They refused to stop until they were discovered. It seemed that they were just people in the world slandering gods and despising corpses. They were killed by lonely ghosts.
I was confused and was treated as a ghostly joke.
But just like this alley with a hidden door, this type of secret room murder case exploits the blind spots of the mindset. When everyone is thinking hard about how the murderer entered the room to kill, maybe the real murderer has been in the room all along.
As he figured out Feng Daode's suspicion, Jiang Wen had already thought that since the face of the ghost-faced man had never been revealed, perhaps all parties saw were not the same person, and the most dangerous and unpredictable one among them might not be the same.
To hide in what seems to be the most bizarre and mysterious alley.
The people behind the scenes have repeatedly seduced and pointed the finger at Fuwei Escort, which shows that their intentions have been grasped. When the strategic goal is clearly exposed, no matter how subtle the strategy is, it will lose its mobility and can only become trapped in the net.
The other party wants the prey that struggles the most to fall into a cocoon and end up surrounded by enemies on all sides.
Being able to break the situation does not mean that you have to use one enemy and many lands to overwhelm the others.
At this moment, Jiang Wen had slowly entered into the mind of the mastermind behind the scenes.
He now wants to clean up the chess pieces that have entered the game. Once there are no more chess pieces on the chessboard, the manipulator behind the scenes will have to take action himself. As long as the goals of the parties are different and the other party has a way to provoke a fight, he will have a way
Sweep all the chess pieces out of this chess game.
Do you like playing chess?
Then don't always think about being superior. One day you will become a pawn in the chess game and have a face-to-face duel with Jiang Wen.
Fuwei Escort Agency is the first.
White Lotus Church is the second one.
Feng Daode will be the third.
"Master Feng, if you continue to search for the "Nine Nether Scriptures", I will not stop you. I can pretend that I didn't see what happened tonight, and I won't ask you who you owe for running around..."
Jiang Wen spoke word by word.
Feng Daode nodded slightly. Even though his night clothes were covered with dust, he still looked like a master: "Thank you."
However, Jiang Wen continued: "But I hope you can tell me some things you know, such as what 'they' are for and the whereabouts of the Red Lotus Virgin."
Feng Daode was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head, his eyes focused like lights.
"How can I trust you?"
Jiang Wen said proudly: "Then there is another condition. If I can find the "Nine Nether Scriptures", I can share it with you. But there is a lie, you can come to Wuyi Mountain to find me at any time!"
After saying these words, Feng Daode finally put aside his last concern and spoke slowly.
"Actually, the Netherworld Bookshop in the alley was just the publishing house of the former Song Dynasty Zhenghe Wanshou Daozang. The place where Fuzhou magistrate Huang Shang actually checked and proofread the scriptures was in the imperial Jade Emperor Pavilion on Jiuxian Mountain. The person you are looking for,
It's probably there..."
"good."
Jiang Wen didn't say much. He kept his promise and turned to leave. But at this time, Feng Daode spoke slowly again.
"Director Jiang, I owe you a favor in the ancient city of Minyue. If you have to be involved in this, there are a few words you must remember."
"Thank you, Master Feng."
Jiang Wen stopped and turned his head to listen to Feng Daode finish an obscure prophecy poem passed down from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms in a strange tone.
"Then there were three kings, and the tide brought disaster.
When the rock meets the rocks, it is inevitable that it will be destroyed.
The descendants follow my way and entrust Fujian territory from generation to generation.
The emperor is born in Fujian, and the three mountains are the battlefield!"
The howling cold wind in the middle of the night passed through the gate of Yizhuang and suddenly swept around the two of them. The ancient courtyard in front of them was as quiet and motionless as an ascetic who had been sitting in the wilderness for a long time. As the grass and trees withered and the sun rose and set, it was finally covered with dust.
, overgrown with weeds.
At this moment, Jiang Wen kept turning his head, with his back to the gate of Yizhuang, and suddenly found that the expression on Feng Daode's face suddenly froze, and the triangular eyes under his eyebrows suddenly opened to their maximum size, and the dim light in the pupils reflected Jiang Wen's face.
Besides the figure, there was a vague shadow standing not far behind Jiang Wen. It seemed that his head was hanging sideways and his limbs were stiff.
Almost instantly, the strange-shaped knife in Feng Daode's hand was thrown out like an electric shock. He didn't even have time to use the martial arts moves he was familiar with, and flew past Jiang Wen as if facing a formidable enemy.
What on earth could make Wu-Dang Clan leader Feng Daode lose his composure?!
Jiang Wen woke up instantly and turned around with his hair on end, but neither he nor Feng Daode caught up with the figure in the end.
He only had time to see a ragged and shriveled figure fleetingly disappear. His limbs were stiff and strange, and his knee joints seemed to be nailed to death. He soared into the air in an instant and jumped onto the roof of Yizhuang, which was more than ten feet high. There was no disturbance in the whole process.
of smoke.
But there is one thing that Jiang Wen has seen clearly.