Chapter 242 The truth of the demon chaos can be broken
Zhou Yi turned to look at Zhulong.
"Can you find the monster?"
The other party not only dared to occupy a bad people's office, but also was the general office of Jiangzuo Road.
It will not be easy to turn hundreds of bad people into its puppets.
In fact, Zhou Yi had already checked the small black letters immediately.
However, nothing was found.
Unless the small black letters are used as a soul-gazing technique, it will be difficult to trace much information beyond the human world.
There is a world for humans, a demon circle for monsters, and a ghost realm for ghosts.
According to the order of heaven after ancient times, these three realms did not originally interfere.
The small black characters are mainly about the human world, occasionally involving demons and ghosts, and they are all people who have interactions with the human world.
The candle dragon's back is facing the moonlight on the long street, like a faint smile floating on the surface of the dragon painted with ink.
It didn't say much, but directly answered Zhou Yi with practical actions.
It was already nighttime, the moonlight spread across the earth, and the stars shone brightly.
On a sunny winter day in Tai'an County, the night is as white as day, and the same is true for this hidden street.
But when Zhulong closed his eyes, the world suddenly became dark.
It was as if I had suddenly fallen into the depths of the Netherworld.
Wang Xianzhou, who was already frightened, felt like he was in a nightmare when he walked in the company of bad people such as Wang Xianzhou, his face full of nervousness and fear.
Fortunately, after a moment, Zhulong opened his eyes.
Its eyes are like burning giant candles, and like two rolling scorching suns, swallowing up the darkness and returning the sun to the sky.
And where its gaze shone, a vivid picture gradually emerged:
The location seems to be outside the county government, in a wilderness.
As for which suburb of the county it is located in, it is unknown.
Nearly a hundred disciples of the Shu Dao sect were divided into two groups, one with a large number of people and the other with a small number of people, and they fought fiercely.
Not long after, a man floated over.
This man has leopard eyes, a lion's nose, a long beard, a square crown on his head, and holds a bamboo scepter on his chest in his right hand. He releases his soul energy and frightens dozens of young martial arts cultivators.
Although you couldn't hear his voice, you could still tell that he was persuading him earnestly.
Even the disciples of the Shu Dao sect who had higher eyesight were persuaded by him one after another and stopped fighting.
After that, he followed him and left.
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'The candle illuminates the shadow of the nine shadows, and everything in the heaven and earth belongs to the eyes.'
A sentence from an ancient book flashed through Zhou Yi's mind, describing this ancient true dragon named after Zhu.
In ancient books, some say that Zhulong is the god of the sun, some say that Zhulong is the god of the mountain, and some say that Zhulong is the god of the north... In short, it has too many names. As it said, in that world where humans and gods are mixed,
In ancient times, it has many identities and names.
But Zhou Yi already understood one thing.
Although this ancient candle dragon has been reduced to a small dragon, it can still use ancient magical powers, and its strength is only as strong as the real Jinghe dragon.
The difference between magical powers and spells is that they can be used without the need for incantations, hand seals, mediums, etc.
For example, by opening and closing Zhulong's eyes, he can create a scene similar to the Water Mirror Technique, but it is even more magical than the Water Mirror Technique - just through the aura left by the big monster, he can instantly find the monster and form it.
screen.
Although there is no sound, it is harmless and magical enough.
"What a magical power."
Zhou Yi admired sincerely.
A look of humility appeared on Zhulong's face: "Bodhisattva has given me the reward. It's just a small skill, but it's nothing compared to Bodhisattva's previous swordsmanship and supernatural powers."
Zhou Yi smiled and was too lazy to guess whether Zhulong's compliment was true or false.
He looked at the man holding a bamboo wat in the picture: "So, it's 'him'?"
Zhulong slightly moved the giant dragon's head: "It's exactly what the Bodhisattva said. Huh, these disciples of the sect are so easy to fool. Did they agree to kill each other? I don't know what that 'person' said.
What, you actually persuaded them to stop."
Zhou Yi glanced at Zhulong, knowing that this dragon also had a temperament that was afraid of chaos in the world.
I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to “deliver” it into the future new Buddhist organization in advance.
At this time, there was an exclamation from the side, "Isn't that Wen Shuai?"
Wang Xianzhou and others had already recognized at this time that the man in the picture was the bad commander of the Jiangzuo Road General Administration.
Although this man has a strange appearance, even a bit ugly, he is courteous and courteous to others. Also, his name has the word "文" in it, so he is known as Wen Shuai by everyone.
Except for Liu Linghe, the other six people including Wang Xianzhou looked at Zhou Yi and became panicked.
This monk, who has an extraordinary temperament, is as handsome as a demon, and can control a dragon, claims that the demon controls the office of delinquents.
But from what they saw in the picture, Jiang Zuodao's delinquent commander was clearly in good shape and was completely fine.
When something is abnormal, it becomes a monster, and this monk who suddenly appeared is too abnormal.
In the end...who is the monster?
Liu Linghe suddenly said: "Could it be that this bad handsome man was transformed by a monster?"
Zhou Yi glanced at him approvingly: "Not bad."
Wang Xianzhou and others were still hesitant, with cold sweat on their foreheads and their faces getting paler.
Zhulong is too lazy to pay attention to it. To it, they are just a bunch of ants. Believe it or not, what does it matter?
It has just escaped from the trap, it has been suppressed for countless years, and it is full of thoughts about killing... flexing its muscles and letting go.
"Bodhisattva, soldiers are valuable and quick, we'd better get there as soon as possible!"
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, but did not move.
His eyes fell to somewhere outside the government office, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Your Excellency, you have been eavesdropping for so long, and you still don't plan to come out now?"
Even Zhulong was a little surprised. He followed Zhou Yi's gaze and looked over, his eyes becoming sharp and gloomy.
An extremely hard-to-detect aura wave came from behind the plaque surrounded by purple energy at the gate of the government office.
The next moment, the breath fled quickly and drifted into the distance.
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, I don't mean any harm, the donor, why are you running away... arrest me!"
The health-preserving power turned into an invisible big hand, grabbing at the breath.
Before his breath could escape, he was lured back by Zhou Yi.
It was a gray and transparent soul.
At this point it is no longer hidden.
An aura erupted that made even Zhulong look at him.
Like a roaring thunder, trying to break away from Zhou Yi's grasp.
But under the suppression of health-preserving power, it was destined to be unable to escape, and finally chose to give up resistance.
"Monk...what do you...want to do?"
Zhou Yi took back his health-preserving power and said with a smile: "You and I are not enemies."
The soul seemed to have a somewhat complicated expression, and ultimately did not choose to escape.
It knew in its heart that even when it was alive and at its peak, it was no match for the monk in front of it, let alone that it was already dead.
Moonlight and starlight spilled from the window.
It also allowed this ghost that exuded soul energy to be completely exposed to the eyes of ordinary people.
He has leopard eyes and a lion's nose, a long beard, a square crown on his head, and a bamboo scepter in his right hand... Except for being slightly darker, he is almost exactly the same as the bad handsome man in the picture just now.
Wang Xianzhou was startled: "Are you...Wen Shuai? You, are you..."
The bad handsome man glanced at Zhou Yi complicatedly, sighed, and said calmly: "I am already dead, killed by monsters. This eminent monk is right, the entire bad people's office has fallen into the hands of monsters before. You wait for me
The changes that occurred on the ground are probably related to this demon."
The expressions of Wang Xianzhou and others suddenly changed.
Due to various reasons, they become the disciples of bad people, work for bad people, and naturally know the inside story of some bad people.
But like today, monsters came to the office of unscrupulous people and killed them. This was the first time I heard about it.
At this time, their hearts were filled with fear and luck.
If this monk had not appeared, they would definitely have continued to wait.
Wait until the end, and what awaits you will only be monsters that want to kill people.
Even decent and bad handsome men were killed by monsters, let alone them?
Wang Xianzhou took the lead and bowed to Zhou Yi to the end, and said with gratitude: "Thank you to the holy monk for saving me. If the holy monk had not killed the demon to warn me, we stupid ordinary people would have fallen into the trap of the demon sooner or later. Although I have become an official, I can still stay here."
There are still many disciples in the official circles in the original county and even on Jiangzuo Road. If they can return home safely this time, they will definitely praise the saint monk and make him famous in return for his kindness."
The couple from Datong Liangzhuang and the three brothers from the Yashan Gang also expressed their gratitude to Zhou Yi, bowed respectfully, and promised with their chests that in the future, as long as the holy monk gave orders, they would go through fire and water without hesitation.
Liu Linghe had expressed his feelings at the first moment, but at this time he just bowed and said nothing.
Jiang Zuodao's bad handsome man looked at this scene with confusion.
Wang Xianzhou, the Liu family, the Yashan Clan, including my Wu'an Clan, are all outstanding figures or forces on Jiangzuo Road.
Because he yearned for the immortal way, he was spotted by bad people and resorted to various means to become his disciple and work for bad people.
Of course, you won’t suffer any loss if you travel under these doors.
For example, with the secret support of bad people, Wang Xianzhou's official position became higher and higher, the Yashan Gang and Wu'an Clan became bigger and bigger, and Datong Liangzhuang spread everywhere, becoming the richest man in Jiangzuo.
For another example, these four families have all obtained the body protection of Ziwei Qi that only high-ranking officials can possess.
Nowadays, the bad people have just gone away. These disciples are walking around, turning their heads and fawning over the eminent monk in front of them.
Although this is human nature, it also made him deeply emotional.
His eyes fell back to the young monk who detained him again, and he couldn't help but feel startled.
There was no sadness or joy on the monk's face, as if he was not aware of the secret flattery of these powerful people in the world.
His brows relaxed slightly, and then he smiled and said, "I understand, little monk."
"Understand what?" Bad Handsome asked subconsciously.
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I understand why the four of them encountered monsters.
The office for delinquents is located in a hidden street, making it difficult for outsiders to enter, let alone evil spirits.
Entering by force will only arouse Ziwei's energy and trigger an attack from the defenders.
As for the Wu'an Gang, Datong Liangzhuang, and Yashan Gang, who work for the Bad People's Government Office, they naturally have a ray of Ziwei Qi and can freely enter and exit the hidden streets of the Government Office.
The monster is causing trouble in the four houses. Whether it turns into a beautiful woman and falls asleep, carries chopsticks, turns into a basket to steal rice, or turns into a warrior to provoke, it is all a cover-up.
Its real purpose is to steal the Ziwei Qi from the four houses, so that it can pass through the hidden streets and enter the bad people's office."
Liu Linghe, Wang Xianzhou and others looked shocked.
The bad handsome soul's eyes were full of surprise.
It turned into a ghost after its death, and it took several days to figure it out. But the monk explained it all.
Zhou Yi still hasn't finished speaking: "Chopsticks, baskets, bamboo poles... If the young monk guessed correctly, the body of this monster should belong to bamboo. It seems to be a bamboo monster."
Liu Linghe murmured in a low voice: "Most of the things in my study are made of bamboo, and even the pages of the scrolls are made of yellow bamboo paper. No wonder when I dreamed about that little lady, I was always in the study.
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It was only then that the bad commander let out a long sigh: "Your Excellency can control dragons and predict everything. I think you are a reclusive monk. I, one of the ten bad guys, Jiang Yuanwen, have just been rude."
"Amitabha, Donor Jiang is so polite."
Zhou Yi looked at the small black characters rising from Jiang Yuanwen's soul.
There are ten delinquent palace commanders, each of whom controls a delinquent, and their cultivation levels are all as high as the Soul Qi realm. They also have a place in the secluded hall of Dali Temple in Chang'an City, and they are already the real top among the delinquents.
As for this Jiang Yuanwen, his origins are also somewhat special. He has nothing to do with the Seventy-two Martial Arts School. When he was young, he was just a martial artist in the martial arts world. After meeting a hidden master, he was given spiritual objects. After taking them, he cultivated.
Thanks to the skyrocketing growth, we have achieved today’s achievements.
Jiang Yuanwen thought for a moment and then sent a message: "The bamboo demon is certainly powerful, but I always feel that things are not that simple. If the bamboo demon has not come sooner or later, why did it choose this time?"
Zhou Yi asked: "That's why you hide behind the plaque? Observe in secret? Aren't you afraid that your soul energy will dissipate?"
Jiang Yuanwen scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "I really have no choice. As one of the ten delinquent commanders, he was killed in his own government office. Who would believe it if he told me?"
Everyone will laugh if you tell me...
Zhou Yi thought to himself, but didn't say anything.
He turned around and walked towards Zhulong, who was already waiting impatiently.
Jiang Yuanwen asked: "Where is the eminent monk going?"
Zhou Yi jumped on the dragon's back: "Kill the demon."
Jiang Yuanwen was stunned, and his expression changed slightly: "Senior monk, wait! This matter is not that simple. Behind the bamboo demon..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi had already taken off the dragon and flew northwest, leaving only a faint sound of the Buddha's chant.
"Amitabha, once you kill the bamboo demon, won't all the mysteries be solved?"
Under the moonlight.
The monk stepped on the candle dragon and soared over Tai'an County in the dead of night.
Zhulong grinned, and a sneer appeared on his face: "That person is too verbose. No wonder the handsome bad guy in the Tang Dynasty, the protector of the Tang Dynasty, was directly killed by monsters, and hundreds of bad guys were silenced."
Zhou Yidao: "Among the ten commanders of the bad guys, Jiang Yuanwen is the only soul martial artist who does not belong to the human martial art school."
Zhulong was startled: "What the Bodhisattva means is...that Jiang Yuanwen can be used for his own use? But this man's brain doesn't seem to work very well."
"The young monk didn't say that. Even if you are an expert in soul energy, your soul will have no attributes after death, and you will become confused after a long time."
Zhou Yi said and changed the subject: "What the young monk means is that this matter is indeed not as simple as it seems."
Hearing this, Zhulong's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his long blood-red tongue and licked his lips: "Really? That's a pity. Xiaolong actually likes things that are simple...and rough."
"Amitabha, who is not?"
One person and one dragon flew across the city like a giant chessboard.
He also flew over high mountains and lofty mountains, and the two converging rivers were so far away from human counties and counties that not even a single village was visible.
Not long after, Zhou Yi stepped forward and came to a mountain gorge.
The fog is thick and the miasma is thick.
It's like a huge blue ribbon surrounding the canyon.
A lot of yelling and scolding could be faintly heard, but there was an air of despair.