Chapter 827 Brother Ling, I'll Give You a Rich Gift
Chapter 827 Brother Ling, I’ll give you a generous gift
Author: Saragus
Chapter 827 Brother Ling, I’ll give you a generous gift
Xu Zhiqiong stood on the wilderness outside the wall of the Punishment Department and rang the bell.
Not long after, Taibu appeared in front of him.
"What do you want from me?"
"Please do me a favor, I want a human head."
"Whose head?"
"mine!"
"Easy to say!"
Taibu waved his hand, and there was a three-foot machete in his hand: "Come on, Kuangsheng, stretch your head over, I'll make sure you don't feel any pain."
Xu Zhiqiong waved his hand and said: "It's not the head on my neck. I want to make an identical head. It needs to be so similar that even the star officials can't tell the difference."
Taibu frowned and said, "Do you know how difficult it is to make a head like this?"
Xu Zhiqiong nodded: "If this was easy, I wouldn't dare bother the divination, just give me a price."
Taibu thought for a moment and said, "Please give me a chance to take refuge."
The two had an agreement in advance that once Taibu took refuge in the Evil Punishment Department, he would teach Xu Zhiqiong a yin and yang technique.
Xu Zhiqiong considered it for a moment, nodded and said: "Deal."
Taibu beckoned: "Follow me."
The two went underground again, and Xu Zhiqiong entered another cave this time.
This crypt is smaller than the one I saw last time, but it has much more furnishings. There are more than a dozen wooden racks inside, and various tools are arranged on the wooden racks.
Taibu waved his hand, and Xu Zhiqiong's face was covered with a layer of wax.
Xu Zhiqiong had no expression on his face and did not speak. He only sighed in his heart: "No wonder Liang Yuyao is a little afraid of candles, they are too hot!
But even if I use candles, I only use them on her peaches. The princess’s peaches are so plump, after all, they can’t be compared with her face.”
After a while, the wax cooled and slowly fell off, forming a mold. Taibu used this mold to start making the head.
Xu Zhiqiong was waiting nearby and took the opportunity to ask Taibu some things:
"Taifu, what are the characteristics of the eunuch's Qi?"
"It's just Yin Qi, what characteristics can it have?" Taibu was busy with his work and answered a little perfunctorily.
Xu Zhiqiong asked: "Is the Yin Qi of the eunuch the same as the Yin Qi of the underworld?"
Taibu shook his head: "It is far less pure than the Yin Qi of the Underworld."
"Is there any way to resolve this yin energy?"
Taibu looked back at Xu Zhiqiong: "Please speak more clearly. Do you want to resolve the Yin Qi, or do you want to resolve the eunuch's Qi?"
"Of course I want to resolve the yin energy of the eunuchs."
Taibu changed his carving knife and continued to carve the skull: "As long as it is Yin Qi, it should be resolved by Yang Qi, and the Qi of the eunuch is no exception.
But the eunuchs acted too quickly, and their yin energy rarely leaked out. It was too difficult to resolve their qi.
I do have a magic weapon that can quickly inject qi into the enemy's meridians, but I have never tried it on an eunuch, and I don't know..."
At this point, Taibu stopped abruptly.
Xu Zhiqiong came closer, rubbed his hands and said, "How about I help you try?"
Taibu lowered his head and said, "I won't bother you anymore."
Xu Zhiqiong put it more bluntly: "Then let me use it?"
Taibu looked at Xu Zhiqiong and said, "Do you know? You already owe me a lot of debt!"
"When doing business, you will inevitably have to pay on credit. If you owe more, you may still get interest. I will definitely not let you suffer a loss."
"Let's wait until I finish making this head."
Taibu summoned two handsome puppets, each holding weapons and weapons, and started working together.
Making the skeleton, attaching the skin and flesh, and gluing the hair are all easy for Taibu. The really complicated thing is the processing after the skull is formed.
Xu Zhiqiong is a high-grade judge, the head of a high-grade cultivator, and must have the aura of a high-grade cultivator.
"Kuansheng, give me a drop of blood." Taibu wanted to use a drop of Xu Zhiqiong's blood to create a high-quality aura.
But Xu Zhiqiong has concerns.
This head is to be given to Hong Juncheng.
If his own blood fell into Hong Juncheng's hands, it's hard to say what would happen.
After hearing Xu Zhiqiong's difficulties, Taibu also felt that it was dangerous to do so.
He took out a gourd, poured a drop of blood from it, and placed it on the head.
Driven by the two qi of yin and yang, the blood continuously penetrates and spreads in the blood vessels of the head, and the entire head soon acquires the aura unique to high-level cultivators.
Xu Zhiqiong asked: "Whose blood is this?"
Taibu collected the gourd and said, "A senior from the Taoist sect."
"Could it be that he is the Taoist ancestor of the Yin Yang family?"
Taibu looked at Xu Zhiqiong and frowned and said: "You are really cunning. How many words do you want to get out of my mouth while I am beheading you? We do business fairly and honestly. How can you?"
Always want to take advantage of me?"
Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said: "If I don't say you are stingy, aren't we just chatting? What I mean is that the status of the Taoist Patriarch is too high, and his blood can easily arouse people's suspicion."
Taibu said: "I didn't say this was the blood of the Taoist ancestor. I only said he was a Taoist senior.
Besides, this is the blood left by that senior when he was in the mortal world, and now he has long since left the mortal world."
Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said: "Escaped from the mortal world? If not the Patriarch, who else could it be? As far as I know, among the Yin and Yang Dao Sect, apart from the Yin and Yang dual constellations, only Taibu has cultivated above the mortal world."
Taibu laughed and said, "Does the Taoist sect's founder definitely belong to my Taoist sect?"
Xu Zhiqiong said in astonishment: "If you are not in the Taoist sect, then why would you be called the Patriarch?"
Taibu smiled and said nothing. Xu Zhiqiong was stunned for a long time and suddenly remembered something.
Xue Yun ranked second among his disciples.
Master Liu Xun ranks fourth in the Taoist sect.
As for the other two fellow disciples, the eldest and the third, one is named Lei and the other is named Yun, they are not in Judge Road.
Then is their master in Judge Road?
Is their master considered the Patriarch of Judges?
While thinking about it, dozens of puppets suddenly appeared around Taibu, all of them were beautiful women. They helped polish the head carefully.
Xu Zhiqiong exclaimed in admiration: "This is so beautiful, and you can control it with ease, Taibu will be strong!"
A woman laughed and said: "Taibu is really strong! Ordinary people can't resist it!"
Xu Zhiqiong sighed with emotion: "I have suffered a lot from Miss Jinghan these years."
Taibu glared at Xu Zhiqiong: "What are you talking about Jinghan!"
Xu Zhiqiong quickly changed his words: "I'm talking about techniques, Taifu. Can you teach me a thing or two about this puppet technique? I'll give it on credit first."
"Kuansheng, don't mess with me again!"
For three hours, Taibu prepared the head, put it in a wooden box, and handed it to Xu Zhiqiong.
Xu Zhiqiong thanked him repeatedly, left the Star Palace, returned to Lunzhou again, found Ling Zhengze deep in the barren mountains, and handed his head to him.
Ling Zhengze opened the wooden box and found that the head inside was exactly the same as that of Xu Zhiqiong. There was no difference between the breaths.
"Is there such a construction method in the mortal world?" Ling Zhengze was dumbfounded.
Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said: "Brother, you have made a lot of money from this business. Don't forget this friendship in the future."
Ling Zhengze thought for a moment, took off the scimitar and handed it to Xu Zhiqiong: "After this, my identity must be exposed, so I might as well not hide it from my brother.
I am from Fanxiao. If brother encounters difficulties in Fanxiao in the future, just show this scimitar.
Anyone with some skills will definitely know this scimitar. If you don’t even know this scimitar, you probably don’t have the ability to embarrass me."
After saying that, Lingzheng clasped his fists and saluted, then left with the head.
Xu Zhiqiong sat there, lost in thought.
He has to deal with a very serious problem - Hong Huaheng.
He wanted to take Hong Huaheng away, but he couldn't approach Hong Huaheng rashly now.
How did Hong Juncheng find him? This matter must be investigated clearly.
Otherwise, no matter where Hong Huaheng goes, he may be exposed to Hong Juncheng's sight.
Xu Zhiqiong returned to Yuyao Palace and took away the stone eye quietly without anyone noticing.
Now his situation is very special. In name, he has been killed by Ling Zhengze, so he must be very careful.
He found a house and asked Lao Chang to stay in the yard. He lit up the magic eyes in the house.
Hong Juncheng was able to find Hong Huaheng, most likely relying on the divine machine eye. Xu Zhiqiong had discussed with Shi Yan many times not to cooperate with Hong Juncheng in the future, but the divine machine eye seemed unable to understand such complicated instructions.
Besides, the person it cooperates with every time is not Hong Juncheng, but Fu Ji.
Xu Zhiqiong found Fu Ji's whereabouts through the divine machine eye.
Fu Ji was wrapped in bandages and was recovering from his injuries in his bedroom. He fell from upstairs to downstairs. He had several broken bones and numerous minor and minor injuries.
Xu Zhiqiong took out Fu Ji's painting and patted it twice quietly.
Fu Ji felt his chest beating, so he quietly took out the picture and took a look.
The little doll in the painting was looking at him curiously.
This is sending a message to Fu Ji.
Xu Zhiqiong wanted to know the reason. He wanted to know why Hong Juncheng could find Hong Huaheng?
Can Fu Ji understand what I mean?
Is there such a tacit understanding between me and him?
Xu Zhiqiong felt unsure.
Fu Ji stared at the picture for a while, then sat up from the bed with difficulty.
He came to the desk and sat silently for a while.
He picked up the pen, dipped some ink in it, and wrote two words on the paper.
"See you?"
Can you see it?
Fu Ji knew that Xu Zhiqiong could use the divine machine eye.
He and Xu Zhiqiong rarely meet, but the two do have an unspeakable tacit understanding.
He was testing to see if Xu Zhiqiong was watching him.
Xu Zhiqiong took pictures one after another.
Fu Ji picked up the picture and took a look at it, and found that the doll on it was grinning.
Xu Zhiqiong can see it.
Fu Ji picked up his pen and wrote three words: Hong Huaxiong.
After a pause for about a while, Fu Ji put away the pen, put the paper on the candle and burned it.
He lay back on the bed as if nothing had happened.
He can only deliver so much information, and how much he can comprehend depends on Xu Zhiqiong's destiny.
Hong Huaxiong is so familiar, I seem to have heard Hong Zhenji mention it before.
Xu Zhiqiong's cheeks trembled slightly as he thought about Hong Huaxiong's name.
He remembered who Hong Huaxiong was, Hong Juncheng's fifth son.
But Hong Huaxiong was already dead. Hong Juncheng used his magical eyes to search for Hong Huaxiong. Why was he able to find his third son, Hong Huaheng?
After thinking for a long time, Xu Zhiqiong found the reason.
Because Hong Huaxiong is in Hong Huaheng, but Xu Zhiqiong doesn't know it. I'm afraid even Hong Huaheng himself doesn't know it.
The domineering spirit can leave the mortal world, and the soul can leave the soul.