Tai sui

Jinping City has been under martial law, only the outside of Tianji Pavilion is brightly lit.

At this time, there were twenty or thirty cars with family emblems parked at the gate of the General Administration.Princes of aristocratic families, upstarts of the imperial court, and even nobles from the sky... Jiaoliang and Dongliang gathered together, crowded in the courtyard in panic.

Pang Jian stood in the dark, looking coldly at the young talents in this courtyard.

Based on the family background of these people, [-] to [-]% of them will be able to enter the "election post" of Xuanyin Mountain. Looking at this battle, those who don't know can even advance this year's general election.

At this moment, the nobles are all in a mess like sluts, chattering, making the small courtyard of Tianji Pavilion as noisy as Toad Hollow after the rain, and they don't look expensive anymore.No one can tell how Dong Zhang and Wang Baochang died, but since they have all touched similar Geng posts, no one knows whether they will be the next to die.

"Dutong," a man in blue walked over quickly, "Prince Ning and his son are here too!"

"Tell Lao Zhao to pick up the guests, don't look for me," Pang Jian said, "I'm not familiar with these noble people, and I can't remember their faces. It's embarrassing to recognize the wrong person when I turn around."

After a while, another man in blue came to report: "Dutong, Lord Chai of the Imperial Academy, Lord Liang of Dali Temple, Prince Consort of the Mayor of Xincheng, son of the Minister of Rites, son of the Duke of England..."

Pang Jian: "..."

What about the name of the dish?

The blue robe whispered: "Too many people have been involved, and our General Administration is short of manpower."

"It can be said," Pang Jian turned around, like flipping through a book, the sarcasm and cynicism on his face were all gone, he put on a serious face, and said, "It's not just that there are not enough people, I think there are not even enough places to sit. Not enough, I have to ask someone to go to Qifeng Pavilion to borrow some chairs."

That blue robe said: "How about... let's temporarily transfer all the brothers and sisters from Qinglong Pagoda to the General Administration."

Pang Jian looked into the blue-clothed eyes and asked, "The town of Qinglong Pagoda has dragon veins. What do you mean, these dishes... talent is more important than dragon veins?"

The blue clothes froze.

Zhao Yu, who had just settled down with Prince Ning, also came over, and quickly said: "People are naturally not as heavy as dragon veins, but Dutong, dragon veins are always there, so let's act urgently right now—there was an accident in Danguifang yesterday, Didn't the governor also transfer the guards of the Spica Tower?"

Pang Jian said slowly: "The incident happened suddenly last night, and the paper money controlled by the curse was floating around. If it is not disposed of immediately, the consequences will be unpredictable. Aren't these potential victims already here today? The city is also under strict martial law." , you can control the scene no matter what, don't worry."

Zhao Yu blurted out: "Of course the situation can be controlled, but these people may not be able to keep it."

Apparently, the Zhao family is also among the "talented men" in the courtyard.

After Zhao Yu said this, he immediately realized that he was in a hurry, and quickly eased his tone: "Du Tong, I don't know how many candidates are popular in the general election. The evil spirit behind this must be to spoil my Xuanyin general election and harm the seedlings of these sects."

Pang Jian glanced at these unlucky "saplings" that had fallen seedlings, and said in his heart: Is there such a good thing?

Most of the people who walk in the Tianji Pavilion are from noble backgrounds and entered the Taoist sect after the general election, but Pang Jian is not.

The threshold for the general election is too high, he doesn't have the magical skill of reincarnation - he is one of the few "wild roads" in Tianji Pavilion.

In fact, strictly speaking, there is only one orthodox fairy mountain in Xuanyin Mountain in Dawan, and monks other than Xuanyin are considered "evil cultivators", unless they are lucky enough to get the magic weapon from the inner sect of Xuanyin shortly after opening their spiritual aperture. He was recommended by someone who mattered and became a "registered disciple" to wash his identity.

Vice Dutong Pang is such a registered disciple from the people.

He doesn't care at all whether these sons and grandsons are dead or not, and if he doesn't care, there will be no chaos.In his opinion, just this bunch of useless bastards other than being reincarnated, it's not worth being "harmed" by others at all.He felt sorry for the murderer for those decades of well-preserved corpses.Dong Zhang and Wang Baochang are more like murderers hiding in the dark testing the reaction speed and behavior style of Qinglong Tower in the city.

What does the other party want to use these trash to test?

"I know you're worried," Pang Jian pondered, while evading and perfunctory Zhao Yu, "but I was on duty at the Spica Tower yesterday, and Danguifang is under the eaves of the Spica Tower, so we can go back quickly and move a tower." The layout is still reasonable. I have no choice but to mobilize the Qinglong Pagoda in the whole city. I have to ask the fairy gate or the governor-junior brother, or you have to run around?"

Zhao Yu: "..."

The governor stopped work and stayed in his post. He has been in seclusion for eight years, and he still asks for instructions from the fairy gate... If he goes to and from Xuanyin Mountain, he may not be able to catch up with these people.

Is what Pang Wenchang said human?

Pang Jian said again: "Besides, I don't believe that the murderer can snatch so many people's yin relatives at once. If he really has that kind of skill, he would have..."

However, before he could finish his words, without any warning, the noisy courtyard suddenly fell silent.

Everyone shut up inexplicably.

After a few breaths, no one broke the silence, and the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Several guards in the courtyard held down their weapons, and it seemed that those masters and young masters who had been fidgeting just now seemed to have all been immobilized, and they were frozen in the courtyard into a group of wax figures of different shapes.

Pang Jian's face suddenly sank, he was slapped in the face just after he said that it was impossible for the murderer to rob so many people's relatives at once.

But dozens of people in this courtyard manipulate so many mummies at one time by robbing their relatives, what is the concept?

Could the murderer be the power of "Ascension to the Spirit"?

Xuanmen divides immortals into several classes. The entry-level is "opening up", also known as "opening up the spirit". The "walking in the world" of Tianji Pavilion are all in this class.Only when the spiritual orifice is opened and a sense of energy is obtained, can one officially embark on the immortal path, and most of the disciples who have passed the general election and entered the Taoist sect stop here.

Having opened the spirit orifice, he is only a "half immortal".Only when the Dao heart is established and the immortal platform is built, can one be considered a real immortal. This is called "building a foundation".The immortals who have built the foundation can live forever and ride the clouds and ride the fog.

And "Building a Foundation" is almost the highest celestial product that a mortal is lucky or unlucky to see in his life.

If you build the foundation and go up, you will really be the Master of Cloud Nine.

The "Ascension to Spirit" Immortal Venerable has completely got rid of the mortal body, so he does not enter into fireworks.Taking Xuanyin as an example, after being promoted to the spirit, he can open his own sect and become the master of a peak.

For some reason, almost all evil cultivators can't survive the awakening period. Occasionally, those who are lucky enough to succeed in building a foundation will often become obsessed in the early stage of foundation building.

There is no evil cultivator who ascends to the spirit!

All the blue clothes stared nervously at the people who had been fixed, and were on guard against the riots of these "brides" who were about to turn into corpses.

However... a moment passed, and the blue-clothed legs closest to those "corpse brides" were almost numb, but the "zombies" didn't move an inch.

They seemed to be halfway through the "decadal transformation". Because of their poor appearance, they were collectively divorced by the other end, and there was no more content.

Pang Jian suddenly realized something, and looked up at the eaves.

That's right, he felt that something was missing, the evil spirit bell on the eaves didn't ring!

"Get out of the way." Pang Jian strode into the courtyard through the wall, and punched one of the "zombies" with his saber.

The "zombie" fell down in response, his chest rising and falling evenly... still panting!

Pang Jian knelt down halfway, brushed away the hair of the fainted man, glanced at the top of his head, and said, "Paper!"

Walking alone, he immediately handed over an empty talisman paper, and before he could take out the cinnabar, Pang Jian had bitten his own fingertips, and quickly drew a talisman on the paper, all done in one go.

With a flick of the magic talisman, the thin white smoke was burned and penetrated into the nostrils of the "zombie" on the ground.

I saw that "zombie" suddenly jerked up, his limbs twitched, and his belly groaned like thunder!

After a while, he turned his face to the ground and spat out a large puddle of green water with a "wow".

Pang Jian pointed at the wind and pierced the insect and pinned it to the ground.

"This..." Zhao Yu took a step forward and said in disbelief, "This is the 'bed press kid'? Isn't the 'bed press kid' already extinct!"

Pang Jian pinched his nose, frowned and said nothing.

A blue-clothed man with less seniority asked: "Senior brother Zhao, what is a 'bed press kid'?"

"It's a strange insect in southern Xinjiang. I haven't seen it for many years." Zhao Yu said, "After the eggs are eaten by humans or animals, they will fully develop in the host's body in two days, and the body will emit a special venom. , has a paralyzing effect. The host will become stiff and have difficulty breathing, resembling a zombie. It usually occurs around midnight, and most people are asleep. "

The blue clothes were shocked: "Could it be that these people have this kind of evil thing on them? Then why didn't our evil spirit bell ring?"

"Because this insect is not an evil thing. The insect's poison dissipates quickly and does not cause any harm to the human body. At most, the host feels that he has had a nightmare, and he will not wake up if he sleeps to death. The bed press kid parasitizes people ten times After a few days, it will crawl away from the mouth and nose without anyone noticing. Hundreds of years ago, people in southern Xinjiang even thought it was a treasure, and they specially caught this insect to make anesthetics, and then they caught the bed press kid completely. strangeness……"

"It's not surprising," Pang Jian's jaw tightened like a knife carving, interrupting Zhao Yu, "The little ghost is harmless, as long as you don't encounter the 'Huhunxiang'."

"Hey, what a big human-shaped incense stick." When Xi Ping was pinched by the back of the neck, he heard the other party say so.

Xi Ping accidentally let the little monster slip out of his hands. Seeing that the little monster was about to make a noise to attract the big skinless monster, there was a soft "woo" in his ear, and the surrounding area was about ten feet away. Inside, it seems to be covered by a transparent "shell".

Immediately afterwards, a small clod of soil flew over and hit the little monster's temple, and the little thing fell to the ground without making a sound, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

All this happened in an instant, Xi Ping was picked up by someone before he could blink his eyes.

one hand.

The last time Xi Ping was picked up by someone with one hand, he was only six years old... That time his father finally wanted to "Kong Wu is powerful", and even played with his old waist, and he has never hugged him since then.

When he came back to his senses, he frowned on the spot, jumped forward suddenly, broke free from the hand, and bumped his forehead firmly against the invisible cover, making a muffled sound.

Xi Ping was afraid of disturbing those strange people, so he didn't pay attention to his head for a while, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the lantern bearer and the old coachman, but found that the two not far away seemed deaf and blind, and didn't hear such a big movement.

The lantern bearer went deep into the thick fog. The old coachman folded his fists and bowed to send him off, his head not far from the ground.

"Hey, you kid, take it easy," said the person who picked him up, "I bought this mustard seed for two 'Bai Ling'—don't worry, people outside the mustard seed can't hear you."

Mr. Xi Ping got used to the habit, and when he saw something good, he blurted out and asked, "Where did you buy it? Can you sell me one?"

The visitor said in amazement: "A 'Bai Ling' costs a hundred taels of gold, about 900 taels of silver, that's nine hundred taels of money! One mu of fertile land in the suburbs of Beijing is only one or two hundred taels, enough for an old family to eat for two or three years Yes. My yearly salary to the General Hussars is less than 500 taels of silver, and I can only save a "Bai Ling" for two years without eating or drinking. Whose prodigal son are you, and you speak so loudly, your father do you know?"

Xi Ping hit his head with a "buzzing", and he poured the financial account into his ear again, and his head hurt even more—the key point is that this buddy did not calculate the account correctly!

Xi Ping: "Brother, one tael of gold is 12 taels of silver, how come one hundred taels of gold is 900 taels of silver? Besides, you can't rent an acre of land in the suburbs of Beijing without 20 taels a year. You can buy good land for one or two hundred guan... ...Did you buy it in a dream?"

The man was startled when he heard this, looked up at the night sky and pinched his fingers, and then murmured: "Ah... one tael of gold is 12 taels of silver, and the usual money has also increased from a thousand to a thousand five... Jinping’s land rent is so high?”

Xi Ping: "..."

No, why do you have to watch the sky at night to know this kind of common sense?

Xi Ping could clearly see who was coming by the dim light that leaked from the carriage.

He was not a burly man, but his stature was similar to that of Xi Ping himself. He was a somewhat slovenly young man, wearing a half-worn green shirt, and carrying a small jug in his hand.

He has phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a slightly humped nose. He originally had an upright and serious appearance, but his words and deeds are very gentle and peaceful, as if he has never been angry in his life. When he blinks, there are faint smile lines at the corners of his eyes.

"The people's livelihood is so difficult." The man in the green shirt sighed, and said to Xi Ping again, "Let's not talk about this—when did you eat the exorcising incense by mistake?"

Xi Ping covered his head and hummed a single tone of doubt: "Huh?"

"The exorcising incense is a rare fruit with a very weak smell, which can only be smelled by the bed-pressing ghosts in southern Xinjiang." Pang Jian narrowed his eyes lightly, "the 'little ghost' who inhales the exorcising incense will smell it." Drilling into the blood vessels of the host, the harmless insect poison will also become highly toxic, and the poison will flow to the whole body, and the host will change from a fake corpse to a real corpse. Then the blood vessels will split from the top of the head, and the scalp will turn red. Stiff, as if he had been robbed of his yin relatives. There is also a secret method in southern Xinjiang. Use the juice of the same exorcism incense to draw an exorcism on the mirror, which can drive the little ghost in the deceased to make the deceased The actions made by the person in front of the mirror - what kind of birthday horoscope, it's just a cover, it's not snatching a yin relative at all!"

He said, how could anyone be willing to use such old corpses to kill these wastes!

"But... why do you want us to mistakenly think that this is snatching a yin relative?" A blue clothed person asked blankly, not caring about how they all knew about the "unknown secret method", "Just to let these people Hug us to sleep and scare us?"

"The Qinglong Pagoda rings the bell, opens the evil formation, and if I make a mistake, I will be blamed for the spirit stone!" Pang Jian turned around abruptly, this time he "has made the decision", "Because there is another person who should be here tonight, go to Yongning Hou Mansion!"

It was no coincidence that Yongning Hou Shizi ran into zombies twice, if he guessed correctly, he must have exorcism incense on him.

And if the "Soul Exorcism Fragrance" is also in the Tianji Pavilion General Administration tonight, after nightfall, the moment the bed-pressing kid matures, the General Administration will not be a fool who fell asleep and passed out, but a new corpse manipulated by someone!

Just thinking about that scene makes one's scalp tingle. When the demons dance around, Tianji Pavilion will definitely overreact.

Most of the people walking in the world are actually chasing evil spirits everywhere. Except for a few people from the General Administration, the guards guarding the capital are scattered in the seven Qinglong Towers. .

With all the noise, the murderer's target is probably the Qinglong Pagoda in Zhenlongmai!

It's just that I don't know what went wrong, the person who "should be here" has something wrong that the evil spirits didn't expect.

"Wait," Zhao Yu also came to his senses, and quickly counted, "It seems that Yongning Hou Shizi is not in the city."

"how do you know?"

"When he left at noon, he took away a karma beast enshrined by the General Administration..."

Pang Jian: "Lead the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jinping's earth trembled faintly, and thick black air rose from the south and flew towards the sky.