The Immortal Monarch Xia was deceived

Chi Si clasped Qi Ji's hand, held up the candle in his hand, and scanned the room carefully.

Something seemed to flicker a tiny light on the wooden board at the head of the bed.

The two looked at each other and walked over together.

There are wood carvings and carvings on the wooden pillars on the headboard, like a statue of a god, I don't know which god is carved.

There are many folks who pray to gods and worship Buddha. It is not uncommon for ordinary people to carve a few gods at the head of the bed and at the foot of the bed. It is not uncommon to pray for blessings day and night.

But in the empty and dark room, illuminated by the dim candlelight, the faces of gods and Buddhas, which were already roughly carved, were vague and eerie.

There may be a mechanism here.

Qi Ji stretched out his hand, about to investigate.

Chi Si grabbed it and flattered him: "I'll do it, I'll do it."

"Be careful." Qingyin gently reminded: "Beware of backstabbing."

"It's okay. Nothing can hurt me."

The slender fingers flicked across the statue, and soon found the mechanism.

The Buddha's head, which looked hideous and terrifying under the light of the candle, was pressed down, and the wooden bed trembled slightly, falling fine dust.

The stone slab at the bottom of the bed slides slowly, gradually opening a downward staircase.

The aisle is long in all directions, only one person is wide and short, and a man of Chi Si's back can't straighten up when he walks inside.

He pulled up Qi Ji's wrist and walked into the tunnel, his thin arms paused, then he sighed helplessly, and once again gently reminded him to be careful of backstabbing.

Chi Siyan's insolence is as usual: "I have a profound way and practice, and my magic power is boundless."

The two walked hand in hand in the narrow passage, chatting about family affairs.

The dim light casts lingering and interlaced shadows.

"Who was that fake god last night?" Speaking of Taoism, Chi Si suddenly thought of this question.

"Fake god?" Qi Ji smiled teasingly and glanced at him.

"He is well-known throughout Shangjun." After thinking for a moment, Qi Ji said: "It is said that he has advanced medical skills and has many followers."

He smiled and glanced at Chi Si again: "You discussed with him last night, how did you feel? I heard..."

"Losing?"

Chi Si arrogantly snorted and laughed twice: "Their theory of cheating and deceiving is really powerful. I am ashamed of myself."

He was a little dazed that the world's invincible formation was actually said to be heresy.

Yazhi's brows and eyes curled up with a look of helplessness: "Nowadays, when I go to the Jinluan Palace and go down to the county government, I am superstitious about the Taoism of the Immortals to seek the way of longevity. I don't know how much money I have been cheated by these people."

"Not to mention, the old man is fine."

Qi Ji was taken aback: "How to say?"

"He does have a bit of aura in his body, and it can be regarded as half a foot on the fairy road. After practicing for a while, he should be able to open up the spiritual veins and enter the stage of refining Qi. With a solid aura in his body, he can really start to practice Taoism."

Qi Ji's exquisite sword eyebrows slightly frowned, covered by the darkness in the passage.

"He didn't even form a pill, and he boasted that he was a Nascent Soul," Chi Si began to be arrogant again, "he can't even touch one of my fingers."

Qi Ji remained silent and didn't answer the conversation, showing that he was not interested in preaching the scriptures and evangelism of cultivating immortals and ascension with his modesty, courtesy and just right coldness and gentleness.

"Fourth," he changed the subject calmly, "Do you know why there was that banquet last night?"

Ok?

"Isn't the magistrate wanting to curry favor with Yang Huiyu?"

"That's right." Qi Ji nodded, "Yang Huiyu didn't blame him for human trafficking. He regarded Yang Huiyu as a fellow."

"Give Yang Huiyu a bribe?"

"Yes. He thought that Yang Huiyu was the same as him. After paying bribes, he also wanted to recommend Cai Xing to Yang Huiyu, hoping to get on a big boat."

Chi Si's focus suddenly shifted: "How much money did he give to the surname Yang...Hui Yu?"

Qi Ji shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Gold. One hundred taels of gold."

This is not a small amount.

"Could it be that Yang Huiyu made a special trip to Xihe to accept bribes?"

Qi Ji laughed a few more times: "Money is not the point. The point is that Cai Xing. Do you know what's special about him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was afraid of being dragged away by Chi Si: "It's not the matter of immortals descending to earth."

What's so special about that old man?

Apart from the fact that he is unique among mortals and can draw Qi into his body, what else is there?

Chi Si shook his head.

"He has a large number of followers, and many people firmly believe that he is a true immortal. In addition to Xihe County Magistrate, the county magistrates of several other counties in Shangjun also have contacts with him."

Chi Si had a flash of inspiration, as if enlightened: "You mean, maybe he is also related to human trafficking?"

Qi Ji's eyes curled up, and there was a touch of teasing in his appreciation: "I didn't expect Chi Xianjun to know a lot about mundane affairs."

"The Chiyan Gang needs to go through several counties and counties to sell their population. Apart from Xihe, other important passes and gates also need to be dealt with. The Chiyan Gang has colluded with corrupt officials in many places."

"If someone is connecting with them, Cai Xing is very likely. After all, the magistrates of several counties are the same as Xihe's, mistaking him for a true immortal."

Chi Si knew it in his heart: "So, that fake god might be the boss of the Chi Yan sect?"

Qi Ji said: "I don't know about this for the time being, and we have to investigate. But it must be related."

"So, Yang Huiyu turned a blind eye to the Xihe County magistrate, and deliberately accepted bribes, just to make the county magistrate think that he can hug his thigh and recommend Cai Xing to him?"

"Hold the thigh?" Yayi smiled softly, "Yang Huiyu is catching this fish. Now the fish is hooked."

Chi wantonly sighed, lamenting the complexity of officialdom in the world.

"How do you feel?" Qi Ji asked suddenly.

Chi Si was taken aback for a moment, not understanding: "What?"

"The monstrous power in the world, the glory and wealth. The county magistrate ignores ordinary people and bows his knees in front of the king's power and wealth. How do you feel?"

Chi Si said "hmm": "I don't have any thoughts. If I had to say it, if I didn't know it before, it would be hard to imagine that Yang Huiyu is a peerless master with extraordinary martial arts. He is completely different from Lao Xie and the others."

A fleeting glint flashed in Qingya's eyes: "The gods in the sky are indifferent to fame and wealth, and do not covet power and wealth."

Chi wantonly smiled arrogantly, and the end of the world-glamorous eyes showed a strange and dark light, like a clear sun and a ghost: "It's not that I don't care about power. It's just that the royal power and wealth in the world are too easy for me, and it's not worth seeing at all. "

The mayfly that lives and dies at night is like a horse in a gap, a fire in a stone, and a body in a dream. The floating life is so short that he can't even wait for him to look at him lightly.

But he also has something to covet.

He hugged his Qingfeng on the river and the bright moon in the mountains tightly, using the breeze as the string to play a song Shangxie, and engraved the vow of life and death.

"Aji, I can give you whatever you want."

Qi Ji caressed his slender and powerful hands, and his beautiful fingers were intertwined, the colors surpassed the world.