"Okay! I'll do it!" The man stared at the treasure banknote eagerly and greedily, then with difficulty turned his gaze to the statue of the god beside him.
"Just say goodbye? That's all right?" he asked.
"First bow sincerely, and then there will be a complicated process to go through. I will tell you step by step." Zhang Rongfang said. "If everything goes well, all the sacrifices will be completed and it will be afternoon."
"That's it." The man nodded to express his understanding.
He said that the money could not be so easy to earn. It turned out that there would be trouble waiting for him later.
Thinking this way, he felt a lot more at ease.
After straightening his old clothes, the man walked one meter in front of the statue and knelt down.
Then he cupped his hands, holding the yin and embracing the yang. He bent down and kowtowed.
puff.
One tap.
puff.
Two knocks.
puff.
Three knocks!
Pfft.
In an instant, a glimmer of light flashed past. The golden bead flew out from the hand of the statue and sank into the man's forehead.
The shimmer seemed to be some kind of metal thing, and it was extremely fast, like a bullet.
Even Zhang Rongfang was unable to react.
Only a thin mark flashed past.
He was startled and couldn't help but take a step back.
'what!?'
In surprise, he looked at the man.
"How is it?? Are you... okay?"
The man knelt on the spot, motionless, as if stunned.
The center of his eyebrows, where the faint light had just penetrated, was showing a tiny drop of blood.
The blood spots are too thin, comparable to the tip of a needle, and most people cannot see them without looking closely.
"No...it's okay..." The man suddenly came back to his senses and slowly stood up.
But his body was trembling, and sweat was slowly dripping from his forehead, the sides of his cheeks, and everywhere.
"The money you promised me..." He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Zhang Rongfang.
"I will definitely give it! Don't worry!!" The moment Zhang Rongfang saw the other person's face, his heart froze.
He involuntarily took a step back, not daring to get too close.
At this time, everything seemed to be normal for the man.
But on his face, neck, hands, and scalp. Wherever there is exposed skin, there are clear linear ridges.
It was like there were many tiny nematodes swimming under his skin.
Sometimes it's raised, sometimes it's normal.
"What the hell!?" Zhang Rongfang's heart was at the highest level of vigilance. His hands couldn't help but hold the wish wheel on his back.
"Money... Where's the money? Where's the money you promised me???" The man stepped forward.
"My wish....money...money money money money money!!!"
The sanity in his eyes was fading, replaced by dullness.
The body movements are completely opposite, they are more relaxed and flexible than before.
He kept getting closer to Zhang Rongfang.
Suddenly he took a step forward.
puff!!
There was a pit on the ground, and the man was like a ferocious beast, fiercely charging towards Zhang Rongfang.
Dang!!
When the two collided, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
Even Zhang Rongfang couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the huge force. The wish wheel in his hand couldn't help but tremble. It was obvious that he had just been attacked and had to deal with it in a hurry, so he used too much force.
The gambler man opposite was retracting his hand at this moment. A clear tear on the edge of his palm revealed scarlet flesh and silver metal filaments.
"Money, money, money, money!!" The man, a gambler, rushed towards Zhang Rongfang again madly.
He used all four limbs together and completely used his body as a weapon.
The strange thing is that his hands and feet kept colliding with the wish wheel, but he didn't mean to be sawed off at all.
"God has granted me my wish! I want money! Money! Money!!" The man roared, and his movements became faster and heavier.
Bang!
He had no skills at all, so he was hit hard on the head by Zhang Rongfang's wish wheel, causing him to fall to the ground.
But it was no use, he immediately got up again and rushed towards Zhang Rongfang crazily.
Time and time again, the man seemed to have completely lost his mind in the end. All he could do was get up and rush towards his opponent again and again.
Zhang Rongfang was shocked.
This man's speed and strength at this time are no less than those of a sixth-grade master, and they are still improving.
The key is that this person was an ordinary person from the beginning. He was also a gambler with relatively weak physical fitness.
At this time, he suddenly became a master with a limit-breaking level comparable to that of the sixth grade??
Even if he doesn't know any martial arts moves, his speed and power can crush the fourth level.
This statue... is simply...
when.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly retreated, and the wish wheel he held in his hands trembled violently. He was punched hard on the side by the man and almost escaped.
The opponent's speed and power have become stronger again!??
It was level six just now, now it’s at least level seven! And it’s still improving!
Zhang Rongfang was shocked and angry.
Yuan Lun quickly blocked in front of him. He could only block.
Although the man's moves were very poor and he just swung around randomly, he was not afraid of being slashed at all.
If the wheel hits him, it will only scatter sparks and break some skin. The rest will have no effect.
Suddenly there was another muffled sound.
Bang!!
Zhang Rongfang took two steps back, the look of shock on his face became even stronger.
Eighth grade!!
This man actually...
Before he could recover, the man roared again and waved his hand at him.
This palm was actually faster than the previous one.
Zhang Rongfang immediately did not dare to neglect, raised his right leg, and used the limit-breaking technique to step back and climb the mountain.
One palm and one leg struck each other instantly.
Bang!!!
Zhang Rongfang took a few steps back, his face turned red and his right leg ached slightly.
He was actually injured!?
at this time.
Click.
The man suddenly raised his hands and stood still.
A trace of blood flowed from his eyes, ears and nostrils.
Plop.
The man fell to the ground and made no sound.
There was a slight sizzling sound, as if the dry soil was suddenly nourished by water.
The body of the gambler man slowly shriveled up, as if his skin had lost its support.
Zhang Rongfang stood there, panting, feeling a rusty smell in his throat.
He wiped the bottom of his nostrils and took a look.
is blood.
Valley Spokes
He was actually beaten so hard that he drew blood from his internal injuries!
Glancing at the attribute bar, I saw that the life attribute had temporarily dropped by three points.
‘What is that thing??!’
He picked up a thick wooden stick and explored the man who was a gambler.
The other party was completely motionless, and his skin and flesh were like mud, making dents every time.
Zhang Rongfang went to see the statue again.
A light touch from the stick.
There was a crash.
The statue completely collapsed and shattered into a large amount of sand.
"No more??" Zhang Rong looked stunned.
Standing where he was, he tested the man a few more times and made sure that he was completely motionless.
Only then did he step forward to check.
The man's corpse was like a layer of willful skin, with the bones, flesh and blood inside all dissolved into mucus and mud.
Zhang Rongfang grabbed the opponent's hair with one hand, like grabbing a human-shaped balloon filled with water.
'Is this the reason why Lingting keeps killing the secret sect?'
With such powerful lethality, just an ordinary person can get it with a speed and power that can even hurt him.
You don't need to coordinate your moves, just fighting randomly can hurt him.
The man's level was estimated to have reached the ninth level.
A mere statue of a god can actually elevate an ordinary person to the ninth level in an instant...
No wonder Lingting is so vigilant.
If it were a warrior with a stronger physique who came to worship, the power would be...
Zhang Rongfang didn't even dare to think about it.
He carefully collected the fine sand from the broken idols and packed them in bags.
Then he dug a hole and buried the body, and then quickly left the place.
Not long after he left the woodland.
A tall figure, wrapped in a gray cloak, slowly appeared at the location where the statue collapsed.
He squatted down and touched his hands to the tiny bits of invisible dust scattered on the ground.
"It's not people from the court...the idols have been used. But what about the people??"
Another man in gray robes dressed the same as him also walked out of the forest.
"Forget it if you can't find it. It looks like it didn't work. Let's go."
"Um."
The two of them didn't look any further, got up and left quickly.
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Pingya Temple.
Stacks of intelligence documents were kept being put down from Zhang Rongfang's hands.
He was quickly searching for a lot of information about idols, spiritual temples, and esoteric religions.
Since direct information cannot be found, then... what about indirect information?
The situation of the statue made him understand in his heart.
Esoteric sects, spiritual courts, these are probably things hidden deeper behind the world.
Esoteric Buddhism has troublesome things like idols.
Then Lingting must have something equally antagonistic.
Reminiscent of those shattered fragments of idols.
Zhang Rongfang seemed to have some guesses in his mind.
'Since the idol can still have such a strong effect after being broken and reassembled, then if it is intact, will the effect be stronger? In other words, it will not have such serious side effects?'
At this moment, outside the main hall, a figure quickly entered the door and quickly knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Rongfang.
The figure wears the same black mask, but there are no white marks like three eyes between the eyebrows.
"Lord Bai Ying, there is urgent news from Fucheng!"
"Bring it up." Zhang Rongfang put down the text and turned around.
The visitor brought a special bamboo tube.
After cutting the sealing wax and removing the plug, Zhang Rongfang quickly poured out a small paper roll from the bamboo tube.
Unroll the paper roll.
'A secret scripture appears near Tanyang City. Find it or find the person who obtained it. - Hong Ling.'
The general person in charge of Fucheng is Hong Ling.
Zhang Rongfang has seen the overall structure of the Golden Wing Tower and knows the identity of this red spirit.
Just esoteric scriptures...
Could it be that it’s that piece of yellow cloth?
"Go down." He waved his hand and motioned for his subordinates to go down.
"yes."
Watch your subordinates go out.
Zhang Rongfang recalled in his mind the strange situation that happened before.
Combined with the command mission from Fucheng, this mission has a mandatory mark, which means it is a fixed mission that he needs to complete this year.
‘It seems that this matter is bigger than I imagined... Many people know about my collection of parts of idols.
But no one knows about the piece of yellow cloth I got... It must be kept strictly confidential.'
Putting down the summons from the city, he continued to read the information.
Until he figured out what the Tantric scriptures were, he had to keep it a secret and not allow anyone to know about the yellow piece of cloth he got.
"Yes!"
Suddenly Zhang Rongfang's hand shook, and the piece of information he had just obtained almost dropped from his palm.
This information mentioned that in ancient books, there were cases of worshiping the esoteric gods.
‘…Those who prostrate themselves often fall into madness, which the sect calls baptism.
If you can pass the baptism, you will become a spiritual connection and a servant of God for life.
If it cannot pass, the potential of the whole body will be stimulated and exhausted. After dozens of madness, the flesh and blood will ulcerate and die.
In the autumn of 1124, the Lingting court announced the establishment of Jixian Yuan, publicly confirmed Mingjiao, and abolished esoteric baptism.
In the spring of 1125, the large and small esoteric sects collapsed, and the remnants were wiped out on a large scale in various places.
In 1126, Jixianyuan was upgraded and designated to govern all Taoist affairs in the world. It also supervised all esoteric affairs. So far, there is no trace of the remnants of esoteric sects.
In the autumn of the same year, Jixian Yuan issued a decree: No one may investigate matters related to esoteric Buddhism.’
Although this information was not written in detail, the general content allowed Zhang Rongfang to understand the relevant records.
At the bottom, there is a line of explanation.
It talks about the origin of the esoteric writings. The writing on the esoteric cloth is an ancient writing called Suowen.
Not many people in Tan Yang understand this kind of writing.
There were three names listed on the intelligence, all of whom were people who knew Suo Wen.
Keeping the name in mind, Zhang Rongfang looked again and saw that the provider of this information was Xiong Wuye.
Then he threw it into the burning brazier nearby.
The mission of the Golden Wing Tower, the Lingting's attention, the strangeness of the statue, and numerous signs all made him understand that this matter was over for the time being.
We can no longer investigate openly, we must slowly and secretly understand.
‘It just so happens that my life attributes are still accumulating. Let’s see when I can break the limit and reach the ninth level.
In addition, you can also try to find someone to learn from this kind of lock text first. Xiong Wuye can actually transfer him over and ask him carefully.'
As for the official side, after applying for the second time, he has been able to transfer back to the Palace of Mirrors, so there is no need to worry about his appointment.
Just find somewhere to transition first.
The key now is to keep people from knowing that he is secretly investigating matters related to the secret sect.
The previous traces must also be cleaned up one by one.