I'm playing tricks in the world of mythology

Chapter 77

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It has to be said that Feng Jing did have a bit of aura when he became manic. I saw his eyes were red, his clothes were windless, and his hands were flickering with a faint red light. He typed a complicated spell with both hands, and shouted loudly:
"Fan Lin, take your life!"

"How dare you!?" Li Shishi moved his lotus steps lightly and scolded coquettishly.

Xie Bi'an's figure flashed, and he said in a low voice, "Let me do it."

As he said that, he kicked his feet, jumped high, and his whole body was surrounded by black mist, and he went straight to Feng Jing.

At this moment, Feng Jing's eyes were already red, and he completely ignored the fact that Xie Bian had 500 years of mana on the opposite side. He poked forward with his right hand, and a mahogany sword about a foot long appeared out of thin air:

"Urgently, like a law, you monster, die!"

Keng——

As soon as the peach wood sword made contact with Xie Bi'an's body, there was an ear-piercing knocking sound of gold and iron.

"die!"

"Dead! Die, die!!"

Every time Feng Jing slashed out with a sword, he shouted loudly.

"Have enough trouble?"

Xie Bi'an made an understatement, stretched out his right hand, and casually grasped the blade of the mahogany sword: "How dare you take out a tattered fire stick to make a fool of yourself?"

As he spoke, he exerted a little force, and the mahogany sword shattered into pieces.

"You—!" At this moment Feng Jing finally came to his senses, and the shock in his eyes could not be added.

impossible!
He broke the mahogany sword?How can it be?

Master said that ghosts are born to be afraid of the mahogany sword, no matter how strong the ghost is, it can only fight in a roundabout way, and never dare to challenge it head-on!
What the hell is this?

"Brother Fan, how to deal with this person?"

With Feng Jing's dazed effort, Xie Bi'an flickered, strangled the former by the throat, and turned to ask Lin Luo.

Lin Luo took two steps forward, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have a few questions for him."

"What the hell are you guys? Why aren't you afraid of peach wood swords? Why?" Feng Jing flailed his hands and shouted.

Lin Luo's face straightened, and he said in a deep voice: "Feng Daochang, don't be afraid, I have no malice towards you, just answer me a few questions, and I will let you go."

"Who will believe your nonsense?" Feng Jing's eyes widened angrily.

Lin Luo spread his hands and said with a look of grievance: "Then how do you trust me?"

"Don't be so troublesome. If he doesn't say anything, I'll hit him until he says so." Xie Bi'an smiled darkly.

Lin Luo waved his hand and said with a pleasant face, "Hey—Brother Bi'an, Daoist Feng is my friend, how could he be so rude? Give him a little time, and he will believe me."

"Humph!"

Although Feng Jing is young, he has a lot of experience in the world. He can naturally see that one of the two people in front of him is singing a red face and the other is a bad face. Question, will you let me go?"

"meeting."

Lin Luo's answer was very short, and then asked: "Which Taoist temple are you a priest? What is the purpose of coming to Qiantang?"

"I come from the Changsheng Temple in Hanyang Mansion, and my master is Gu Changsheng, the patron of the temple... As for me, I was just passing by when I went to Qiantang. As I said earlier in the tavern, I went to Zhenjiang Mansion to visit Brother Liu, who knew he was already dead." Feng Jing replied.

The concept of longevity?Hanyang Mansion?
Jiangcheng was called Hanyang Mansion in ancient times.

And Gu Changsheng...

It is very likely that he is Gu Cansheng's patriarch.

Unexpectedly, the concept of longevity that seems to be declining in 2019 has such a long history.

"Did you see that corpse mandrill when you went to Zhenjiang this time?" Lin Luo continued to ask.

"Yes." Feng Jing replied.

"Tell me about your encounter with the corpse mandrill," Lin Luo said.

"I met him in the Wu Zuofang in Zhenjiang Mansion. At that time, he was next to Brother Liu's body. Actually, I don't quite understand. Brother Liu is dead, what is he still doing there?"

Feng Jing recalled it for a while, and said: "I could have killed him, but at the last moment, he suddenly ran away."

"Run away? Run away for no reason?" Lin Luo frowned.

"It seems to have received some messages."

Feng Jing added a sentence, and said: "I have said everything that needs to be said, I hope you will keep your promise."

Lin Luo's face turned cold: "Can't you treat me as a three-year-old child? Are you also lying to me with flawed lies?"

"What? It turned out to be a lie?" Xie Bi'an was upset, because he didn't hear any problem at all, thinking about his hand holding Feng Jing's throat, he put more force: "I think you are looking for death!"

Cough cough cough...

Feng Jing blushed, coughed loudly, and managed to hold back a few words: "No...no, I...I don't!"

"Why did you go to Liu Yan after eight years?" Lin Luo gave Xie Bian a wink, signaling the latter not to push too hard, and then asked.

"I've said it before. In order to repay his kindness, he invited me to dinner eight years ago." Feng Jing gasped, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words.

"Shut up! Do you still remember the meal given to you eight years ago? Don't forget, it was his carriage that hit you, and that meal was just compensation!"

Lin Luo interrupted Feng Jing and said with a sneer, "If you are so grateful, why did it take so long for eight years to go?"

"I...my previous cultivation was not enough, I..." Feng Jing stammered.

"My patience is very limited, Feng Jing, listen clearly, I have no malice towards you, even if you want to deal with my husband and wife in the tavern, I never thought of killing you."

Lin Luo said in a deep voice: "Do you think I have amnesia? Eight years ago you were going to help Liu Yan, but he refused, and now you tell me that my cultivation is not enough?"

"I...I..." Feng Jing stammered.

"Tell me! Why did you go to Liu Yan?" Lin Luo asked again.

"My master asked me to go. I encountered a bottleneck in my practice. The master said that I must have a knot in my heart, so I told the master what happened eight years ago, and he asked me to go down the mountain to eliminate the corpse mandrill." Feng Jing's eyes rolled turn, replied.

"Hee hee... Little Taoist priest, you can't even lie."

Xiaoqing, who had been silent all this time, smiled and said, "If this is the real reason, then why did you lie before? Is there any difference between these two reasons?"

"What do you mean? These two reasons are really different." Xie Bi'an was taken aback when he heard that.

"What Xiaoqing means is that it doesn't make any difference to us whether he wants to find the corpse mandrill himself, or he follows the master's advice and then goes to the corpse mandrill."

Lin Luo explained: "Since there is no difference, why does he still lie? It can only explain one problem. This secret is too important, so important that he can't tell the truth."

"I want to know this secret more and more." Xie Bi'an looked at Feng Jing with malicious intentions.

"Give up, I won't say anything." Feng Jing shook his head firmly.

Xie Bi'an threatened: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

"It's about the common people in the world. Even if you kill me, I won't say anything."

The look of going to death in Feng Jing's eyes does not seem to be fake:
"However, let me remind you that when I go to the underworld after my death, I will definitely report to Lord Yan. If his old man knows that you have done such a thing, he will definitely send black and white Wuchang to hunt you down until the end of time."

　Thank you Laofang Brothers for the monthly pass.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)