The wooden door was knocked open, two men in black clothes and black masks rushed in quickly, and there was a loud crashing sound of things rolling and falling.
"Sir." The two of them walked out soon, clasped their fists and saluted, "There is no one inside. All the valuables have been packed away. They must have left not long ago."
"Contact the nearby town government immediately and search for me!" the gold thread mask said coldly.
"yes!"
The black masks around them all responded loudly.
Cheng Hui slowly walked out of the alley.
During these days, he eliminated them one by one according to the list.
Now, some people have finally been eliminated and subtle discoveries have been made.
‘You Shifei, thirty years ago, his whole family was sentenced to extermination for colluding with the esoteric cult.
He was the only one who survived because he fled and hid.
It was later discovered that the case of collusion between the You family was purely a frame-up. However, the facts of the case were determined, and the majesty of the Lingting Court was irreversible, so the truth could only be suppressed.’
'This man is born to hate the imperial court. He has committed shocking murders many times. He is now ranked twenty-seventh on the black list. He is known as the Flying Bat and his strength is unknown.'
Cheng Hui mentally reviewed all the information on this target.
I became more and more certain in my heart that this You Shifei was probably one of the races chosen by the goddess.
Especially, in recent days, the flying bat has become more and more powerful.
The masters of the Golden Wing Tower who were tracking him were killed one after another.
Since Golden Wing Tower joined the Xizong, its strength has been much weaker than before, but with Cheng Hui's efforts, it has become stronger.
The number of spirit envoys has once again returned to five people. Although the number is not as good as before, these five spirit envoys all worship the divine network, and their strength in one-on-one situations is far more difficult than the previous spirit envoys.
And just like that, in the middle of last month, while still chasing the flying bat, one of the spirit envoys suddenly disappeared and his whereabouts were unknown.
"It seems like this You Shifei must have obtained a secret secret... He really is a human race and has good means..."
When the spirit envoy was killed, Cheng Hui not only had no regrets, but was only happy.
This means that his long investigation will finally bear fruit.
Ever since he was tricked by Jin Huan last time, the secret has become a knot in his heart that he can't get rid of.
And now, I finally see the dawn of unraveling my knot.
"Sir, are we still hunting?" an eagle-level expert on the side asked in a low voice.
"No, since it is confirmed that there is something wrong with this person, we will report the situation to Xizong and let the adults above make a decision. We will continue to investigate the remaining candidates."
One hundred and twenty-four names, more than half of them, have been investigated, and now one You Shifei has emerged.
The rest should be done soon...
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1187, April.
The Baishi Sect was completely defeated by Da Ling.
The Pope of Western Italy once again sent a missionary team to Dadu to meet with Emperor Ling.
I hope to be allowed to legally preach in Daling and build churches.
Because of the Great Spirit, there is freedom of religion and freedom of belief.
The missionaries also tried to persuade Emperor Ling and the royal family to believe in religion face to face, and established long-term cooperative relations with Western Italy.
In order to eliminate the small-scale friction and misunderstanding that occurred before.
Emperor Ling therefore responded: "If you wish to make peace with us, in order to conclude peace, your Pope and all the princes and dignitaries should come to see me without hesitation."
The papal legate returned angrily.
In May, Xiyi announced that it would break off diplomatic relations with Daling.
In late May, the Daling expedition fleet set off from Linzhou Port and headed for Western Italy.
Inland troops gathered simultaneously and invaded Annan for the fourth time.
May 27.
Citon Harbor.
The sky was overcast with clouds, and it seemed like it was so close and within reach.
In the bay, many large and small ships were constantly swaying with the waves.
The sails had already been lowered, and the sailors hurriedly spread oilcloth and fur on the surface of the cargo to block the rain.
At the port, some of the coolies who had unloaded half of the cargo were working faster.
Some deliberately slow down their actions, waiting to force merchants to increase their money.
The urban area near the port is part of the inner ring.
The inner ring is not all filled with expensive new houses. Many old and shabby houses still stand among them.
Most of these old and run-down houses are inhabited by service workers. Because they are close to many prosperous areas in the inner ring, they are close and convenient for quick travel.
Among them is an old and run-down small town called Qingzao.
At this time, in a teahouse formed by the merger of two stores, waves of clear and melodious harp sounds were constantly heard.
An old cat with dark fur lay lazily in front of the teahouse, listening to the music and yawning.
The aroma of tea, human voices, black cats, harps, and ships in the harbor swaying in the wind in the distance.
Everything is connected together to form a wonderfully harmonious oil painting-like scene.
The teahouse plaque is round and reads: Mian Yunju.
There are six rows and six rows inside, with tables and chairs neatly arranged. Here and there are people who come to drink tea.
The harp is gentle and crisp, and even the tea drinkers inside feel calmer.
Among the seats in the teahouse near the street, there was a table of people discussing current affairs and political opinions in low voices.
Freedom of speech, as long as it is not extreme, no one cares what you say.
So this kind of scene is also common in Citong Port.
"...I don't think it's right. My great spirit treats the Western Italian state religion like this and now takes the initiative to send troops to conquer its territory. Is it too arrogant? Aren't we afraid that other countries will share the same hatred?"
The person who spoke was a middle-aged man wearing a blue and black gown. The man wore tortoiseshell-colored glasses. He had a gentle temperament, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was quite angry when he spoke.
"Brother Yanzhi has been in the academy for a long time, so maybe he doesn't know the key. This actually involves the foundation of our Great Spirit National Religion."
The other man has a handsome face and looks like he is only in his twenties, but he is holding a white fan and has long flowing hair tied with a jade ring. He has the demeanor of a handsome young man that is most appreciated by women from good families.
"Isn't our Great Spirit State Religion Buddhism? Is it possible that all Buddhist teachings are so overbearing?" The man with glasses frowned and said in displeasure.
"No. Buddhism is actually the second state religion." A tall and burly man on the side put down the tea cup in his hand and interrupted to answer.
"Brother Jing Rong, who serves as the guardian of the Yamen, should know better than us." A woman at the table agreed.
The man named Jing Rong has a square face with sharp edges and corners, long and narrow eyes, and muscular muscles on his body. Even just sitting on a bench, he can give people the impression of being as solid as a mountain.
This person is none other than Zhang Rongfang, Zhang Ying who had nothing to do every day but came down the mountain to drink tea when he was tired from practicing.
For more than half a year, he often came to drink tea, and gradually, because of his bragging, he found a few like-minded guys like him.
Everyone dares to brag about anything together, and most of the four of them are knowledgeable, so they get along more harmoniously.
Except for Zhang Rongfang, the other three are Zhao Yanzhi, Ouyang Shuyi, and Fang Wuxue.
The four have been friends for several months. At first, Zhao Yanzhi and Ouyang Shuyi were boasting about each other in Mianyunju, and then the topic attracted people around them who couldn't help but join in.
Later, Zhang Rongfang and Fang Wuxue also joined in, and stood out among the crowd, becoming one of the few masters who could argue with the two without falling behind.
So the four of them became connected.
"Speaking of the state religion." Zhang Rongfang, a strong man whose pseudonym is Zhang Jingrong, recalled the classics and materials he had read.
"Before the founding of the Great Ling Kingdom, most Ling people actually believed in the Lingfei Sect."
"Lingfei Sect? I've seen this in classics before. So it turned out to be the former state religion?" Ouyang Shuyi suddenly realized.
"That's right." Zhang Rongfang nodded, "Although most of the teachings of Lingfei Sect are no longer in line with the rule of the Great Spirit, its core teachings still have a great influence on the entire spiritual people."
"I remember that the Lingfei Sect seems to believe in a god named Lingfeitian?" Zhao Yanzhi said.
"Exactly." Zhang Rongfang nodded. "The core teaching of Lingfei Sect is that among all things in the world, only spiritual beings are spiritual beings given by God, and are the only ones appointed by him to manage the world.
This world, the world, and all things are originally born in Ling Feitian.
Since the spiritual person is the only spiritual person personally taught by Ling Feitian, then it can be deduced by analogy.
All things in the world and the entire world should originally belong to Ling Feitian and be under the jurisdiction of spiritual beings."
"Hey...this teaching...I remembered it." Ouyang Shuyi slapped the table.
"Lingfei Sect, Lingfei Sect, also has another name called Feitian Sect, right?"
"That's right." Zhang Rongfang nodded. "So, from the perspective of the orthodox Lingfei Sect spiritual people, everyone in the world is born to be spiritual people.
Within the Great Spirit, they belong to them, and outside of the Great Spirit, all the changing land and creatures also belong to them.
So when they go to war, it is not called a war, but to take back the territory that belongs to them. In their view, this is a natural move."
"Tsk, tsk, except for the Great Spirit, are all the territories that belong to you and are just waiting for you to take them back? This kind of teaching is really overbearing..." Fang Wuxue sighed.
"So the spirit nobles consider themselves superior to all other ethnic groups, because they originally think that they are the masters of all things?" Ouyang Shuyi sighed.
"You two, be careful what you say." Zhang Rongfang reminded him sternly.
When he first read these teachings, he was speechless.
Fortunately, the Lingfei Sect has long since declined, and the Daling Royal Family mainly uses Buddhism and Taoism as their state religion.
But judging from the continuous battles to gain territory, it seems that the Great Spirit Royal Family is still deeply influenced by the teachings of the Lingfei Sect.
"Okay, okay, everyone, this topic is getting more and more troublesome, so let's change the topic. What do you think of the Yuhai Gang, which is now famous in Citong?" Ouyang Shuyi clapped her hands.
"What's there to say? They're just bullying men and dominating women and running rampant in the market." Zhao Yanzhi dismissed it.
"If they were just ordinary gangs that bullied men and dominated women, running rampant in the market, they wouldn't have developed to the extent they are today. Even the government offices would be helpless against them." Fang Wuxue shook his head and said.
The four of them did not mention their identities, and they never asked each other too much personal information.
But more or less, everyone can tell the scope of the other person's daily life from the other person's words.
"The Yuhai Gang is not just an ordinary gang behind it. It's best for you not to conflict with it."
Although Fang Wuxue is a woman and has a beautiful appearance, her character has always been decisive and decisive in her actions. Judging from her body shape, she must be a person who is not weak in martial arts.
"What Brother Wu Xue said is right." Zhang Rongfang also nodded in agreement.
He is very aware of the power behind Ci Tongfu Yin and others. Now that the Yuhai Gang can even have some scruples about them, it must mean that there are deeper forces involved behind it.
He just wants to sleep here peacefully, accumulate attributes, and improve his practice. He doesn't want to cause trouble for nothing.
Now that more than half a year has passed, he has already figured out the relationship between health and level limit.
For every ten points of life, you can break the limit by one more level.
Now, his life has already reached 78 points.
Nearly twice as much as when I first came to Erythrina.
At this time, his endurance, recovery, and energy were all inexhaustible. He even stayed up late for several days without any impact.
And the iron cloth shirt that he practiced at the beginning has now reached the sixth level of breaking the limit. It has reached the point where a sixth-level master can hit it with bare hands with all his strength without getting hurt.
Ordinary weapons, as long as they are not magical weapons, powerful firearms, crossbows, or lower than sixth-grade handheld weapons, can be ignored.
In addition, there is another key reason why Zhang Rongfang does not want to meddle in other people's business now.
That is, after his life reached 78 points, he had a vague premonition.
It seems that as long as the life span exceeds 100 years, there will be some kind of step-like leap.
This premonition was so strong that he almost wanted to add all fifteen remaining attributes to his life.