Chapter 230: Fist to smash the fake Yuanjun, cleverly deceive the old auspicious
What's going on with Zhou Zheng? Has he returned to his peak cultivation level?
The sloppy old man's facial muscles were trembling slightly.
He actually took a wrong look!
This... Bodhisattva, if he knew that Emperor Qinghua had such a method, why would he show up to help and make a name for himself as an outsider and just watch it secretly for fun?
But now, not only did he show up, he also showed up in a crazy and cool way.
Is this not over?
Who did this reincarnation of the Qinghua Emperor punch just now?
That’s what I called him!
It's bad, it's bad, it's just pretentious, it's at your own expense, but that's okay.
But I originally wanted to find this emperor...
The sloppy old man was lost in thought, and his posture became more upright.
In the Taoist temple, a black ice sculpture is 'lifelike', and three or four old men are rushing left and right, but their movements are getting slower and slower, and the immortal power they emit is getting weaker and weaker.
The poison has entered the soul.
Two old Taoists had fallen to the ground with their eyes closed and were asleep. There were dozens of cuts on their robes, and inside the cuts were black wounds.
Zhou Zheng was standing on the wall at this moment, faintly blocking the opponent's last escape route.
Just when the sloppy old Taoist thought that Zhou Zheng was going to take action to deal with the remaining powerful enemies, Zhou Zheng suddenly said: "Surrender now and spare your lives."
"I surrender!"
"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! Emperor Qinghua, spare my life!"
"The poor Taoist has just come out of the mountain, and he hasn't done any bad things yet. The emperor is going to be lenient!"
Li Zhiyong immediately stopped, and the remaining four veterans' feet softened, and they all knelt down honestly.
They are so poisoned that they may not be able to escape very far even if they try to escape for their lives.
The disciples of Taibai sealed the universe so that they could not use escape techniques.
Emperor Qinghua just used his spiritual thoughts to vaguely lock onto them. The body of the old woman with half her head missing was still lying there, which made them unable to think of taking action.
When these four veterans stopped, they suddenly realized.
Emperor Qinghua probably hid when he noticed something strange. Since the other party dared to show up openly, how could he not have the confidence to take down their party?
Ridiculous, they even stupefied more than a hundred of their own thugs with their own hands...
Look at the courtyard again.
Li Zhiyong stood in the northwest corner, and Bing Ning stood in the southwest corner. Together with Zhou Zheng, they surrounded the old Taoist with unknown origins.
Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Senior, are you satisfied?"
"The Emperor's concealment is really amazing," the sloppy Taoist smiled awkwardly, "But the Emperor should have seen it, and we are here to help you, right?"
Zhou Zheng smiled and said nothing, and there was a sheathed sword in his hand.
Li Zhiyong flicked his fingertips, and the Wushuo was completely assembled again, constantly traveling around him.
Bing Ning knows that she is the weakest point in the circle surrounded by three people, so she has prepared 80% of her immortal power in advance, but it can be frozen for three thousand miles in an instant...
"What are you doing?" The sloppy old man opened his hands, "We are our own people, we are really our own people."
Zhou Zheng asked with a smile: "I wonder what your senior's name is, where the dojo is, and how it is related to the old heaven?"
"this……"
The sloppy old Taoist smiled and said: "Don't mention my name. I don't have a dojo originally. I have some connection with the heaven, but it's just a name to gain some merit."
"oh?"
Zhou Zheng glanced at the immortals everywhere and said slowly: "This is not the place for conversation. I wonder if you, senior, would be willing to come with me. Let's go find a quiet place and have a good chat."
The corners of the sloppy old Taoist's mouth twitched slightly: "I have to leave with you, how can I survive?"
"Huh? Senior, are you talking?"
"No, no," the sloppy old Taoist laughed sarcastically, "We can just talk. I do have something to entrust to the emperor."
Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.
Bing Ning carried the sword in her right hand, rode the clouds to Zhou Zheng's side, and followed the old Taoist out.
Before leaving, Zhou Zheng threw the old woman's soul to Li Zhiyong, and Lao Li watched and dealt with it.
Li Zhiyong dragged Xiao Sheng out, and the two of them started busy giving the immortal the antidote.
There is also a sequence to detoxification. First save the immortals from the Futian Alliance, let them control the order together, capture the enemies, and check whether there are any spies among the remaining immortals.
Of course, they have more important steps to take before rescuing people.
Take away the stored magic weapons of these more than 130 enemies.
If they hadn't kept the bottom line of being a good person, Li Zhiyong and Xiao Sheng might not have even left a pair of underpants or bellybands for them.
As for the "live video" recorded by Zhou Zheng and Li Zhiyong, Li Zhiyong will edit it in advance and hide the footage of Zhou Zheng's action, and then show everyone what happened.
Xiao Sheng was amazed as he cleaned up the battlefield.
"What do you think that fake Bixia Yuanjun was thinking, that he went all out to sneak attack the squad leader?"
"This shows that the squad leader disguised himself well," Li Zhiyong shook his head, "I originally thought that I would try harder to stop the squad leader from taking action, but I didn't expect that the squad leader still couldn't hold it back."
Xiao Sheng smiled and said: "I can't see through the squad leader's strength."
"After all, he was a strong man at the top of the world in his previous life," Li Zhiyong said. "There is no need to compare with the squad leader. Compared with the Qinghua Emperor in his life, he now has the mysterious Pure Yang Wuji Dao, which is unfathomable.
."
Xiao Sheng nodded: "After all, except for the Queen Mother and Lao Jun, few people know that we have practiced for three hundred years..."
Li Zhiyong made a silence gesture, and Xiao Sheng immediately shut up.
They suddenly remembered that there was a trembling little mouse hidden in the silver shuttle in Li Zhiyong's sleeve.
Jin Ling'er now had the image of Zhou Zheng turning around and pushing his fist in her mind, her petite body trembling, and her whole body was filled with fear.
This, this, this is the smiling uncle on weekdays?
It's too wide and scary.
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Zhou Zheng found a pavilion nearby and invited the sloppy old Taoist inside to talk.
The old man's smile was a little stiff and he sat aside honestly.
"Instructor, put your sword away," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "Everyone just sit down and chat. I have probably guessed the identity of the senior."
The sloppy old man frowned slightly, but then he was relieved.
Although the young man in front of him was full of energy, his strength and power were similar to those of Emperor Qinghua at his peak.
There is nothing unusual about him being discovered by the other party.
The sloppy old man groaned a few times and was thinking about his words.
On the side, Bing Ning winked lightly at Zhou Zheng.
'What is his identity?'
Zhou Zheng blinked slightly at Bing Ning.
'How do I know, I deceived him.'
Bing Ning skillfully took out the tea set, lowered her head and got busy.
"well--"
The sloppy old Taoist let out a long sigh: "No wonder the emperor is so respected by me. Emperor Ziwei even took the initiative to give way to others. When I saw him today, the emperor's demeanor really made me heartbroken."
Zhou Zheng responded calmly: "You're welcome."
"but……"
Everything is afraid of the word "but".
The sloppy old Taoist said seriously: "As the saying goes, one minister does not serve two masters. Now I don't want to find another home."
Zhou Zheng leaned back slightly.
A Buddhist master who was once a mount?
Excluding the group of Buddhist masters who died in the Lingxiao Palace, the scope has quickly narrowed.
However, Zhou Zheng didn't think much about it. He just wanted to find out the details of this veteran.
He said slowly: "Since senior said ugly things first, I will also remind senior about what I did today..."
"Understood," the old Taoist said with a smile, "You are in the heavenly realm, so naturally I understand this."
Zhou Zheng nodded with a smile.
Bing Ning was calmly making tea at the side. She was happy that others didn't want to talk to her. After all, she had nothing to say.
Zhou Zheng randomly picked a topic: "Senior, what do you think the current situation is like in the Three Realms?"
"Hahaha," the sloppy old Taoist said softly while stroking his beard, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, "I knew that the emperor still couldn't help but ask me, but you may not know something, emperor."
Zhou Zheng cupped his hands and said, "Senior, please give me some advice."
"Well, about three hundred years ago, when the heaven just collapsed, the Bodhisattva didn't know what happened. He said that a great catastrophe was coming and no living beings would survive. He needed to find a way to save him."
The sloppy old man spread his hands:
"In this way, the Bodhisattva took away my magical power, and in order to make up for it, he gave me profound Buddhist teachings so that I can save my life.
"So Emperor, now I no longer have the magical power to listen to all things in the world and spy on the depths of people's hearts. All I have is this kind of Buddhist teachings."
"I see."
Zhou Zheng looked at Bing Ning, who also happened to look at Zhou Zheng.
Debate and listen to all things in the world, pry into the depth of people's hearts;
Buddha?
The Bodhisattva took away his magical powers and gave him the profound Dharma.
Considering the power of this person's attack before, he easily stopped those evil cultivators...
Wait a minute, there is a master in Buddhism who is not in Lingxiao Hall.
If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.
Be patient and unmoved like the earth, meditate deeply and secretly like a secret.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?!
This sloppy old Taoist is famous. He can rely on his ears to listen to the mythical beasts in the three realms, the nine heavens above, and the netherworld below?
Got it.
Zhou Zheng took hold of the old Taoist's arm, and his eyes suddenly burst out with bright light.
"Emperor?"
"Senior, are you the rumored Du Ting who avoids disasters?"
"Huh? Emperor, didn't you recognize it just now?"
Zhou Zheng narrowed his eyes and laughed:
"Hello, senior. Let me formally meet you. My name is Zhou Zheng, the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua. Are you interested in the grand cause of saving the people of the three realms?"
"Why are you so embarrassed? Then do you need a job that brings both fame and fortune? The salary is easy to negotiate, and the benefits are absolutely excellent in the three worlds. After these few years of work, if you want to take a paid vacation, it will be no problem."
"Hey, senior, don't leave, senior. Let's have a nice chat. You're already here. Let's find a place to have a casual meal."
"Do you have magical powers? That's no problem. I don't want to spy on people's lives and pry into other people's privacy. We definitely can't do such despicable things. I just want you to be auspicious and avoid disasters."
"Senior, senior, don't you have something to entrust me with? Everything can be discussed."
On the white clouds.
Bing Ning looked at Zhou Zheng who was struggling with the old Taoist look, and couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead.
She really didn't want to admit the fact that this guy who looked like a dog-skin plaster was the man she admired most at the moment.
Isn't it a mythical beast that can avoid disasters?
Just like...
It seems that it is indeed one of the rare mythical beasts in the Three Realms since ancient times, and it is not a heroic beast like the four elephants, but a supporting type of mythical beast.
And Di Ting's expression at this moment is full of vicissitudes of life.
…
Bixia Yuanjun's Taoist temple quickly regained its vitality.
The black ice dispersed on its own, leaving no trace of water stains on the ground.
The immortals took the antidote and slowly woke up one by one. They soon discovered that something was not right about the atmosphere here.
When someone explained what had just happened, the immortals were filled with indignation.
And the soul of the fake Bixia Yuanjun was also sealed on the bill at this moment, and together with the six or seven veteran Taoists whose minds were locked, they began to absorb the monks' anger.
After all, life and death were at stake, and all the immortals had lost their usual self-cultivation and tolerance, and there were many who cursed.
Want evidence?
Zhou Zheng and the others took out a complete set of the opponent's 'records of crimes' and incomplete 'records of fighting techniques'.
The worst thing was the more than 130 Jie Tian Sect thugs.
Before they could do anything, they were knocked unconscious by their leader. When they opened their eyes, they were tied up and piled into a pile. A group of angry immortals around them came up and started punching and kicking them.
Zhou Zheng and others did not interrogate him personally.
This group of immortals spontaneously began to interrogate the immortals of the Jietian Sect, using various interrogation methods.
Of course, Li Zhiyong would not allow others to touch the spirits of those old Taoists and the fake Bixia Yuanjun.
The immortals kept shouting thanks to Emperor Qinghua for saving his life;
There were also many immortals who left in a hurry, unwilling to stay longer in the place of right and wrong.
Li Zhiyong waited and waited, but there was no sign of Zhou Zheng, but he only saw Bing Ning returning.
"Instructor, where is our squad leader?"
"He is busy."
Bing Ning was hesitant to speak, and then sighed softly: "He found out the identity of the old Taoist, and turned out to be Tingting, the mount of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
"ha?"
Li Zhiyong was startled for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
This expression... Bing Ning had seen on Zhou Zheng's face before.
"It's time to get busy," Li Zhiyong said with a smile, "If you encounter such a magical beast, you can't let it go. This is an auspicious beast that can avoid disasters and listen to the three realms."
Bing Ning said: "Di heard that his magical power was taken away by Ksitigarbha, so he gave him the Dharma to save his life."
"No wonder," Li Zhiyong nodded slightly, "If you are listening carefully, it makes sense to have such a Buddhist practice. After all, Ksitigarbha is as famous as Guanyin, and he has immeasurable merits as he sits in the underworld. Is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nearby?"
Bing Ning briefly explained a few words.
Ksitigarbha and Emperor Gouchen were similar. They both had a premonition of the end of the world and a catastrophe, so they embarked on the road of search.
As for what Ksitigarbha was looking for and where he went, no one could tell.
Li Zhiyong couldn't help but smile gently.
Di Ting is single... Well, Di Ting is currently idle. If he can be brought along on the road, his safety index will skyrocket. There is no need to always ask the squad leader to feel whether the birthmark is itchy or not.
"Has Diting's identity been confirmed? Are there any questions?" Li Zhiyong asked.
"He said that after asking Laojun in his heart, he was sure."
Not bad, really good.
Li Zhiyong looked forward, squinting and smiling non-stop.
Bing Ning walked towards the Yuanshen of the fake Bixia Yuanjun.
She was also told by Zhou Zheng to make the Yuanshen of this fake Yuanjun speak as soon as possible, preferably in front of all the immortals, to explain the Jietian Sect's ambitious ambitions.
The high ground of public opinion must be firmly established.