Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 122: Escape (1200 votes plus more)
In the Eight Gates Formation.

As the music faded away, Yuanjue's mind became clear again, and he realized that although he did not have red eyes, his temperament was obviously affected.

"Brother, have I violated the precept of not killing?" Yuan Zhen regained consciousness at this time. Looking at the broken corpses on the ground, his face turned pale.

It didn't matter if he subdued demons and eliminated monsters, but he even killed his own disciple by mistake. He knew that he would never have the chance to attain the second fruit in this lifetime.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Yuanjue was no different. He sighed in frustration and said, "Let's work together to break the formation first."

"Yes." Yuanzhen calmed his mind and released infinite flames together with Yuanjue.

Boundless flames, shining infinitely, burning all falsehood and sin!

As the colorless flames spread, the corpses on the ground were burned to ashes. The fire burned more and more fiercely, gradually burning through the magic circle, and finally even the flags were burned...

It was not until the formation disappeared that they realized they were on the broken bridge.

Looking around, I could only see the lonely mountain reflecting the moon and the lake water like frost. Where was the shadow of the evil Taoist Bao Ren?
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Yang Zhong didn't sleep all night. He was worried that something might go wrong with Ren Yuan, so he stayed by the Qiantang Lake, ready to show up to help if anything went wrong.

Although he was just an ordinary ghostwriter, he could always use the banner of the Gou Chen Si to gain advantage.

Of course, he was afraid that he would have to bear the consequences afterwards.

Fortunately, the whole night went smoothly, and the boat owner and the two passengers were safe. He was relieved and used his magical powers to return to the county town. He wandered around the street for a while, waited for the stall owners to come out, bought breakfast and returned to the inn.

In the guest room, Zuan had just woken up, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and asked, "So early?"

"Yeah." Yang Zhong nodded, raised the breakfast in his hand, and before Zuan asked him what he was doing, he said, "I got some information by the way."

"What news did you find out?" Zuan followed up his question.

"We had a lot of fun last night." Yang Zhong told the truth: "The Three-Life Stone at Lingyin Temple was lost, and a monster called Little Yellow Dragon died on the Broken Bridge. It is said that he was the only son of Old Yellow Dragon, the god of Qiantang River."

These things have spread throughout the county, and it is useless for him to hide them. Zuan will know them after going out for a walk, and will even wonder why he doesn't know...

"Hiss, this is trouble..." Zuan gasped when he heard this: "The Three-Life Stone is one of the two great treasures of the Southeast Buddhist Kingdom. Now even the Master Zhendi in the capital will be angry. Although that old Huanglong is not up to the standard, he can still use the Qiantang River to flood the county town."

As he spoke, he stood up and paced back and forth in the room, saying, "Those two guys just arrived in Qiantang County, and then they caused a series of major crimes. It's probably them who did it again!"

"Alas, we thought they had finally calmed down, but they just kept getting more and more outrageous..." Zuan felt overwhelmed and slapped his thigh hard, saying, "This is no good. I have to report this to the owner of the building and ask him to come and clean up this mess."

"Yes." Yang Zhong responded. His opinion on this matter didn't count. He was just a supporting role.

~~
An hour later, the owner of the fifth building received news that came from the capital.

At that time, he and Nangong were chasing a red zombie in the deep mountains of Wushang County.

Recently, the entire Jiangnan region has been plagued by zombies. Wherever there is news of zombies, masters from the Gou Chen Division will hear the news and chase them down relentlessly.

Seeing the two pursuers teleporting from a long distance to his eyes, the red zombie was numb. He was just an ordinary zombie, how could he be chased by two masters?

Seeing that he was cornered and powerless to resist, the fierce-tempered red zombie exploded with a bang...

The fifth owner waved his hand, twisted the corpse water into a ball, and then evaporated it. Then he said helplessly: "How can zombies commit suicide? I still have something to ask it."

"Then you should let me hypnotize it first." Nangong said helplessly.

"Forgot..." Diwuwei smiled embarrassedly. Nangong looked at him and was about to speak, but Diwuwei raised his hand and signaled her to be quiet first.

After a while, the fifth building owner said to Nangong, "Miss Lingzhi conveyed the news from Zuan, saying that those guys have made trouble for Qiantang again."

"What did they do again?" Nangong asked curiously.

"He stole the Three-Life Stone." The Fifth Dimension said with a wry smile, "I can imagine how Chen Shuai would look when he was scolded by Master Zhendi."

"That old dog Zhenzhi has become more and more arrogant, relying on the fact that the emperor dares not offend him." Nangong said hatefully.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Lingzhi gave us the boy's approximate location. Let's go and catch him first." The fifth owner said in a low voice: "Now no one will care that we can't find Donghun Hou..."

"On the contrary, it's not far away, let's go and take a look." Nangong nodded.

~~
When Ren Yuan came out of Youxianzhen, he realized that they were already two hundred miles away from Qiantang.

After successfully causing a fight between the two gangs last night, Taoist Master Bao fled Qiantang County with everyone else overnight and hid in the vast mountains of Dongyang County before stopping to rest.

Ren Yuan was relieved to see that everyone was safe and sound, and asked about what happened next.

Chen Baxian then began to recount with great excitement: "...You didn't see it. The two old monks got so angry that they actually destroyed the corpse. How could they still look like great Buddhist monks?"

"Hahaha, that old Huanglong is the most protective of his son. He only has this one son, and this time he will definitely fight with them!" Bao Ren not only vented his anger, but also avenged Su Xiaoxiao. Naturally, he felt very happy.

"Will Old Huanglong vent his anger on the people of Qiantang?" Su Xiaoxiao asked worriedly.

"It doesn't matter. The old thief is the most face-conscious. Qiantang is their important base, known as the Southeast Buddhist Kingdom." Bao Ren shook his head and assured her, "The Buddhist Church will not let a dragon openly hit them in the face. They will definitely be able to resolve it."

"That's right. If we stay in Qiantang, we will become the target of public criticism." Chen Baxian said with a smile: "Running away is the right decision."

"When can the Three Lives Stone be refined?" This is what Ren Yuan was most concerned about.

"Look at you, of course the sooner the better. The longer the night, the more trouble you will have." Bao Ren replied.

"There is no time to lose, let's go into the dream now!" Ren Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Can you dream during the day?" Chen Baxian asked in surprise.

"As long as I can sleep, it's fine." Ren Yuan said with great experience: "I once slept for three days and three nights until I couldn't sleep anymore."

"Then come on, the old Taoist is just sleepy." Bao Ren said leisurely and fascinated.

In fact, Su Xiaoxiao also wanted to visit the legendary Dream Thousand Mile Ship, but she couldn't sleep and Ren Yuan couldn't take her in.

"Okay." Ren Yuan nodded, lay back on the Youxian pillow, and fell asleep holding the Taoist's hand.

"Why do I always feel weird?" Chen Baxian scratched his head and said, "But fortunately we don't have to sleep in the same bed."

Su Xiaoxiao chuckled and said to A Yao who had a cold face, "There's no need to be jealous of an old Taoist priest."

Only then could A Yao not help but laugh.

(End of this chapter)