Chapter 243: The long road to the north, back to Wudang Mountain
This sentence interrupted Zhou Shi's thoughts.
"How to say?"
"Compared with the previous dynasties, the number of epidemics in the world has increased in recent years, and the symptoms have become more and more serious. Some people speculate that it is caused by the growth of the God of Plague... There is another theory that the God of Plague actually has
Five of them, several of them combined into one, made the God of Plague more powerful than before.
"I also recently received news from my colleagues, saying that someone was found worshiping the God of Plague...perhaps this is a precursor to the God of Plague causing harm to the world."
Zhou Shi wanted to ask, "Does your 'fellow' refer to people like Ruan Hunxiong?", but he held back.
"Omen? But I saw..."
"The ones who left the remains and looked at them are not the real God of Plague. At most, they are just a breath of the God of Plague or the phantom transformed by people's beliefs. The law of heaven restrains these gods so that they cannot easily come to the world. p>
"Even so, the small amount of power that the God of Plague throws into the world is enough to make Daliang fall thousands of miles away."
"I understand, can we stop him?"
Mr. Mo pondered for a while and said: "Let's wait until we enter the capital to discuss this. There are many knowledgeable people in the inner and outer sects who are working hard to weaken the influence of the plague god on the human world. They gathered in the capital and it seems that they have made big moves recently."<
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Well, there are more and more things waiting for me to deal with in the capital, the origin of "Stele Hand", rescuing Zhao Xuan, the arrival of the God of Plague...
But the most important thing is Zhao Xuan, they can't delay any longer.
Mr. Mo didn't ask Zhou Shi how he made so many guys fall asleep. Apparently he allowed Zhou Shi to have his own secret.
"How to deal with Boss Che? You seem to have a conflict with him." asked Mr. Mo.
Zhou Shi looked at Boss Che, who was in a coma after being restrained by Mr. Mo, then looked at his three sons who had been emptied of their skins, and sighed:
"I thought this guy was some kind of monster. It turns out that he just borrowed the magic power of the Locomotive Immortal to create internal organs and made three dolls for himself... In short, this guy didn't do any evil. Let's just leave them here to fend for themselves.
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"Okay, then I'll go back and rest, and you can handle the rest by yourself."
Mo Lao, who had not recovered yet and had still used two formations, limped back to the counter of his humble home and closed the door.
The next thing was simple. Zhou Shi counted out the cash from Fengdelou's home and stuffed it into the car boss's pocket. It was considered that he bought the team.
"Budu also left a few sacrifices..."
He summoned the Locomotive Immortal and offered the cooled sacrifice to it, in exchange for different internal organs, which were stuffed one by one into the two-brick and three-tile body of the beam.
With a burst of squirming, the third officer and Zhou Shi's empty skin bags whose internal organs were destroyed by the sight of the plague god suddenly came back to life, but in the end they are dead objects and cannot act without the order of Boss Che.
He even attached Er Bian's tongue as compensation for beating him up.
"Very good, the chariot god has died, and these donkeys can walk freely."
He spent a lot of effort to put the sleeping men into the car, whipped up his whip to urge the donkey cart to move quickly, and waited until daybreak, after they had traveled about twenty miles, before waking up the men with a pot of freshly cooked porridge. p>
"Shopkeeper, what are we doing..." Agui touched his head and came to the front car where Zhou Shi was sitting, and said in a daze.
"You finally woke up. We were robbed by bandits last night. They tied you up and drugged you one by one. Fortunately, your shopkeeper, I, was very clever and rescued you while they were not paying attention. Then you loaded into the car and ran away." "Is it...?" Agui hit his head, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity, "Oh, it seems like this..."
To be on the safe side, Zhou Shi entered Huang Liang Zhen's dream and modified the guys' dreams before using Sanyang Guishu. In addition, Huang Liang Zhen had the ability to confuse people's dreams with reality, so he could get away with it.
But in order to explain why the guys fell into coma at the same time, but their weak shopkeeper Zhou stayed awake to rescue them. In the critical moment of life and death at that time, he could only make up a very bizarre explanation——
"Shopkeeper, shopkeeper!" Xue An hurried over, saw Zhou Shi'an sitting in the car, and asked, "Are you okay? I was scared to death. Did those female bandits do anything to you?"
"...What can a few prostitutes do to me?" Zhou Shi said through gritted teeth.
Xue An seemed to be relieved and sat in the car.
"I'm scared to death. I didn't expect that there are female bandits in this world who specialize in robbing men to suppress villages! Their drug addiction is so powerful that they almost killed us... Fortunately, the shopkeeper, you stepped forward, otherwise we..." p>
"Okay, okay." Agui noticed the change in Zhou Shi's expression and hurriedly interrupted Xue An, "The shopkeeper's Yi Bo Yuntian has endured the humiliation for us. He needs to rest now..."
"That's enough. Stop thinking nonsense. How can I be humiliated?"
The reality is that "the shopkeeper was humiliated" has become a consensus among the clerks. After they wake up, they "know" what sacrifices the shopkeeper has made for them, and they all look at him with respect - or jealousy.<
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Xue An's body returned to normal after two days. He really thought that he was just suffering from ordinary typhoid fever, and the Che Tou Xian used his magical power for the last time to save his life.
Regarding the disappearance of Boss Che and his three sons, Zhou Shi’s explanation was that they were killed by bandits during the chaos.
Agui proposed to go to the next big city to report to the inn, but Zhou Shi had no objection. Anyway, the road was already chaotic enough, and the officers and soldiers would definitely not be able to investigate the truth. And the vision caused by the plague god would definitely alarm the Zhenyin Division, or Zhou Shi
If you go and explain to Yu Heng in person, this matter will be regarded as caused by the god of plague.
Zhou Shi ordered the Chariot Immortal to use the magical power of "Have a safe journey" and have the Chariots target the capital, traveling day and night.
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"Who is coming?"
Hearing a shout from the woods, Zhang Huanming stopped, held the Ziwu Jue in his hands, and said loudly:
"I am Zhang Huanming, a true disciple of Wudang."
"Why are you here?"
"Return to the mountain and pay homage to the master."
"We've been waiting for a long time, Master Zhang!"
Hearing this familiar honorific, Zhang Huanming felt happy, and the fatigue accumulated from running around for days also disappeared a bit.
The road he took was not the ordinary gate road of Wudang Mountain, but a trail behind the mountain. Only Wudang disciples would go up the mountain from this point.
This path is hidden in a dense forest, and there are several cliffs that need to be climbed. Unless you have been a disciple of Wudang for more than a year, you cannot come and go freely.
However, such a dangerous path is guarded by disciples because passing through several forked roads is a shortcut to Yuxu Palace.
Zhang Huanming walked quickly, and only an hour later, a large Taoist temple suddenly appeared in the dense forest. The strange thing is:
Zhi Yingguang divides the field, and Pengque flourishes in scale.
The blue altar is clear and the osmanthus is clear, and the red cave is clear and the pines are clear.
I remember that when I first became a disciple, an old Taoist priest read this poem to Zhang Huanming, who was seven years old at the time. After listening to it, Zhang Huanming asked his master for "phosphor powder" and was punished for copying scriptures for a day.
As the saying goes, "Looking up the mountain and running to death," he walked around the mountain road for another half an hour before actually entering the Yuxu Palace.
The pavilions, water wells, Taoist temples were all the same as when he came down the mountain a year ago. It was the morning, and no pilgrims came. He walked around for a long time without seeing a single person.
This made him nervous, until he knew that a small figure cleaning the courtyard with a broom appeared around the corner.
After watching for a while, he quietly walked over and shouted a step behind the man:
"Chang Jing, what are you doing!"
"Wow!" The little Taoist boy jumped up in shock and threw the broom aside. But when he saw who was behind him, his little face was filled with resentment.
"Brother Huanming! What are you doing!"
Zhang Huanming smiled and rubbed Chang Jing's little head, but the latter pushed him away.
"I just want to see if you are cleaning carefully. There is a saying, 'How can you sweep the world if you don't clean one house?' If you clean carefully, you won't notice even if a thunderbolt falls behind you. Alas, it seems you need to practice more.
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"Didn't that make you deaf? When did you return to the mountain?"
Chang Jing, a young Taoist boy, was only eight or nine years old and had been a disciple of the mountain for only two years. According to seniority, he was Zhang Huanming's disciple and grandson, so he should be called master. However, Zhang Huanming didn't like such an old-fashioned title, so the children on the mountain all called him brother. "Just now, was Master on the mountain? Or was he in retreat?"
"I don't know. There is no guarantee whether the master will go into seclusion or retreat. You have to ask Master Youfeng. He is responsible for protecting the master."
"Forget it, that old man became deaf when I became a disciple, and he was still a protector. I guess it will take him a year or two to find out that the master has become an immortal."
Chang Jing tilted her mouth and was about to refute Zhang Huanming's disrespectful words, but she saw that Huanming, who had never left, put away his smile.
"Is there anyone else you know in Yuxu Palace?"
Chang Jing raised his fingers and counted them suspiciously: "Chang Qing and Chang Hai are in charge of cleaning the vestibule, and Chang Guan and Chang Ying are wiping the main hall. The other brothers have just finished their morning classes and are on their way back. Oh, Uncle Qingchen is in charge.
Supervise us."
"Go and call all your fellow disciples up and down the mountain. If you meet any fellow disciples on the way, tell them to go back the way they came. Just say it's my order. Oh, if you meet a fellow disciple of my generation, try to avoid it and don't talk to them.
Peer together."
"This, why is this?"
"Because I want to put a beard on the Sanqing statue, and then tell Qingchen that it was you who did it."
"Brother Huanming!"
"So hurry up and go." Zhang Huanming stroked Chang Jing's hair and turned his little head towards the door, but he looked in the opposite direction, "I have to paint for a long time."