I have an eternal eye

The flame was weak, like a candle in the wind.

But even so, there is a warm current flowing into the chest, mind, and leading to the limbs.

As if the ice melted, Zhang Biao gradually regained consciousness.

At the same time, the surrounding scene also returned to normal.

It was noon, the autumn breeze was cool, the people and traders were noisy and noisy, as if it was just a dream.

But Zhang Biao knew that it was definitely not a dream!

Although he was recovering at the moment, his whole body was weak and his eyes were black, as if he was seriously ill.

You know, he has been practicing the "Three Yang Sutra" these days, taking the Bazhen Qi and Blood Decoction, and has become a dragon and a tiger.

But in the blink of an eye, it became like this.

At the same time, a message came to my mind:

Jade Capital City Ghost Willow (Yellow Level 2nd Grade)

1. The place of execution in Yujing City has accumulated blood and resentment for three hundred years. It was struck by lightning nine times without being destroyed, and has become intertwined with the spiritual world.

2. In that spiritual world where darkness and reality are mixed, the remaining souls are trapped in the melancholy darkness. They are bound in the past, unable to let go or leave.

3. Beware of shadows in the dark…

4. Don’t step into it easily…

Sure enough, there is something weird!

It is also intertwined with the spiritual world.

Spirit world!

This is the second time Zhang Biao has seen this word.

The first time I heard it was at the end of the "Three Yang Sutra", the suicide note left by the unknown monk: "It is difficult to enter the spiritual world, all the evil ghosts have disappeared, and there are no zombies in the corpse place..."

According to intelligence judgment, there are evil spirits lurking in the spiritual world.

Also, the "Three Yang Sutra" can cultivate the Three Yang True Fire.

It is mentioned in the scriptures that these three yang true fires can protect the body and destroy evil spirits.

Entering the spiritual world can also guide the way back.

Just now, I should have been forcibly stimulating the Three Yang True Fire, but because I had not yet succeeded in cultivating it, it was like a rootless fire that quickly extinguished.

Not only that, it also consumes a lot of energy and energy.

It seems that this spiritual world is far beyond what I can contact now.

Guitouliu has turned into this thing.

The recovery of spiritual energy has just begun, and something so strange has appeared. I don’t know what will happen in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao looked at Guitou Liu with a fierce light in his eyes.

Will burning this thing prevent future troubles?

But as soon as the thought came, it was abandoned.

Not to mention that burning this thing would definitely be regarded as provoking the imperial court.

Will it be useful if burned?

Will it cause a backlash?

They are all unknowns.

He knew very little about the mysterious world of cultivation, so it was better to be cautious...

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took a deep look at Guitou Liu and turned away without hesitation.

The adulterer Chen Hou'er was taken away, but the spectators were still there.

Just because the big horse monkey was still bound by the chain, struggling on the ground, its fierce look showed, revealing a pair of fangs and roaring.

The Wuhou people in West City felt a headache after seeing this.

"Spread out, what's there to see?"

"Sir, what should I do with this guy?"

"Well, this beast is vicious. He'll kill Suanqiu so that he doesn't escape and hurt the people."

"Good!"

The water and fire stick whizzed down, the monkey head and blood splashed, the furry body kept twitching, and gradually became silent.

No one found out that the big horse monkey died with his eyes open.

The shadow of the ghost-headed willow tree was reflected in his cloudy eyes.

The ferocious meaning lasts forever...

……………

"Zhang Tou, you are so generous today!"

In Deshanfang, Qingfeng Building, Wang Xin's mouth was full of oil after eating.

Zhang Biao was greatly depleted of energy and blood, and even more like a wolf and a tiger, he muttered: "Eat yours, don't talk nonsense!"

Even the seemingly old-fashioned Tie Shouming was shooting left and right.

On the table, most of the pot of roasted venison had disappeared.

There are many delicious foods in Yujing City.

If you want to gain a foothold in the capital, you can't do it without some skills, so we gathered cooking masters from all over the world.

Liu Yidao’s fish dumplings, Dashan Temple’s vegetarian food, Western Region Ada’s roast lamb, Lady Li’s dim sum…

But when it comes to roasted deer, it still belongs to Qingfeng Tower.

The best Northern Xinjiang snow venison must be marinated with eighteen kinds of spices, wrapped in pear slices, placed in a well for half a day, and then grilled with fruit wood at low temperature...

The process is cumbersome and time-consuming.

Zhang Biao was reluctant to eat at first, but firstly he was unbearably hungry, and secondly, the money was pouring out from cooking the medicinal food in the past few days, which was like breaking the jar.

After a while, only bones were left on the table.

Wang Xin, who was usually out of his element, was drinking fruit wine and jokingly saying: "Brother Biao, you must have a way to get rich, help your brother."

"Make a fortune!"

Zhang Biao suddenly felt heartache again. He took a sip of wine and asked in a deep voice: "You guys, keep an eye on Xiao San's case. If you have any news, let me know."

Wang Xin immediately became anxious when he heard this, "Brother Biao, you must not get involved in this matter again!"

Tie Shouming also looked solemn and said: "I know that your Excellency is angry, but it is best not to interfere in this matter. The Li family is currently in the limelight. I heard that the head of the Li family has just won the position of minister, and several princes have sent congratulatory gifts..."

What he said was cryptic, but Zhang Biao knew what he meant.

Today, the saint is getting older, but his power is still there, and he refuses to delegate power. He even sits firmly in the Beichen Palace and watches several princes compete for the throne.

The only one he loved was Li Guiren.

Although the princes would not put down their stature to please, the face they should give and the courtesy they should have were more important than the last.

Provoking Li Mansion at this time is like touching a tiger's butt.

Looking at the anxious expressions of the two of them, Zhang Biao felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm just helping people find out the news. I'm just a little head catcher, how can anyone notice me? It'll be fine after the news has passed."

Seeing that the two of them were still worried, he smiled casually and said, "Don't worry, I won't force myself."

"Okay, we'll keep an eye out."

The two looked at each other and had no choice but to agree.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little dull.

Wang Xin, who is lively by nature, changed the subject and said with a smile: "Brother Biao, there have been big things happening in the world these days when you have been away."

"Xuandu Temple, the holy land of martial arts, has appeared!"

After hearing this, Zhang Biao became interested and said, "Elaborate."

This Xuandu Temple is known as the holy land of martial arts.

Just like the story novels in previous lives, people often worship in holy places, acquire amazing martial arts skills, and become talents in the world...

Sometimes, like Cihang Jingzhai, he would send out successors in troubled times to assist the emperor in unifying the nine states...

In short, it is full of legend.

Zhang Biao asked around casually, but he became curious.

Calculating the time, Xuandu Temple appeared just after the black sun and blood moon phenomenon.

Could it be that there is some connection...

…………

After leaving Qingfeng Tower, he separated from his two subordinates.

Zhang Biao thought for a moment and then went to Jixianfang.

Jixianfang is located in the east of Yujing City and is famous for its tombs.

The so-called "Grave Code" refers to the "Three Tombs" and "Five Codes" in previous lives. In this Daliang, it refers to the two legendary ancient history books "Emperor's Tomb" and "Imperial Code". They have been lost long ago and are only occasionally mentioned in some history books. mentioned.

No matter which type, they all refer to ancient books.

Therefore, as soon as you enter Jixian Square, you will see that both sides of the square are full of large and small classic bookstores, as well as shops selling the Four Treasures of the Study.

Most of the people walking on the street are scholars. Even if the wealthy businessmen in the city come here, they have to change into Confucian robes to avoid being looked down upon by others.

In addition, along both sides of the street, there are stalls of various sizes selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings, the authenticity of which is difficult to distinguish.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Biao showed a hint of hope in his eyes.

After what happened to Grandma Wu, he had no interest in officialdom anymore. Now all he could think about was the mysterious world of cultivation.

The biggest trouble now is money.

The qi refining method in the "Three Yang Sutra" consumes a lot of money and requires precious decoctions and medicines. Before you can develop the sense of qi, your wealth will shrink a lot.

If there is no source of money, it may be difficult to support it.

I have been thinking hard these past few days, and I have come up with an idea: I don’t know if it is possible to use my spiritual eyes to detect leaks...

There are many people in the Jixianfang, but it is not noisy.

Zhang Biao walked forward with his hands behind his back, looking left and right.

He had no intention of entering the tomb store on either side.

There were many printing workshops in the Liang Dynasty, most of which were newly printed books, and most of the rare and ancient books were collected by wealthy families.

It is unrealistic to expect to find any method of practice.

The antique stalls around him were his target.

To be honest, Zhang Biao was mediocre in his previous life, but he is also a martial artist in this life. He knows nothing about antique identification and textual research.

There is a mixed bag here, and most of them are fakes.

But Zhang Biao had another trick.

He couldn't tell the difference between antiques, but he worked for Liumen and his skills were very sharp.

You can tell the difference between a local master and a tomb rat at a glance.

After walking a few steps, he locked onto a target.

It was an old man in Confucian robes, with gray hair and a dejected face, squatting in front of the stall, his eyes blank.

Living in the capital is not easy.

Some of them had wealthy ancestors, but now they are in a desperate situation and have no choice but to sell their ancestral property in order to survive.

Unfortunately, this guy is just faking it.

His eyes seemed dull, but he kept his expression and secretly looked at the passers-by, trying to figure out which one was the fat sheep.

And those hands, which were far rougher than those of an old farmer, with four fingers level and broad joints, like steel drills.

This is the fingering method practiced by the tomb rat. Even if he is trapped underground, he can use his finger strength to forcefully open the tomb bricks and dig a hole to leave.

Zhang Biao smiled secretly in his heart and wandered to the stall.

When the old man saw him, he suddenly stiffened, lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending not to see it.

He can smell the thief, and the thief can tell who he is.

Zhang Biao didn't care and looked at the goods carefully.

What this old man sells are all old Four Treasures of the Study, mixed with some copper plates and tin utensils. Although they are wiped clean, soil stains can still be seen in the seams.

Zhang Biao first looked at a bronze mirror.

The eye of spiritual vision moved, and a message suddenly came:

Bat Pattern Bronze Mirror (Fan)

1: Fifty years ago, bronze mirrors were engraved with bat patterns, which meant good luck and continued blessings for future generations.

2: Ordinary utensils, processed after rusting.

3: This mirror entrusts a father's blessing to his daughter who married far away, and finally died in the underground with its owner...

He is indeed a country rat!

Zhang Biao glanced at him briefly and didn't ask any more questions.

Tomb robbing is a business that has existed since ancient times. Compared to the gangsters and gangsters he usually dealt with, it was really not worth mentioning and he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Thinking of this, he looked at a few more objects.

They are items from ordinary people's homes, most of them are no more than a hundred years old, and their styles are very ordinary, so they are probably not valuable.

Of course, no psychic eyes were used.

With his current ability, he cannot use this method too much. In addition, after seeing Guitouliu today, his mind is damaged. He can only use it once more, otherwise he will not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Zhang Biao was not disappointed and turned around to leave.

This method of his is purely a matter of luck. You can always gain something by visiting several times a day in your spare time.

The old man in Confucian robes also breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a skinny young man hurried over, his eyes panicked, and whispered to the old man.

Although the voice was weak, Zhang Biao heard it clearly.

"Grandpa, the little leper is possessed by an evil spirit..."