I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 171 Fortune tricks people
"Are you really not going to meet Uncle Hao and Uncle Sun?"

After Huang Rong left, Zhao Zhijing asked Yang Guo to take Guan Man'er to rest first, and then he went to Zhen Zhibing's room and asked him what his plans were next.

"Junior Brother, I really don't have the face to see the two uncles, and I don't dare to go back to Chongyang Palace."

After days of running around, although the journey was not too urgent, Zhen Zhibing was still tired and exhausted. At the same time, due to quitting drinking, he looked even more listless.

"If this poison can be cured, and I am lucky enough to have survived, I will return to the Western Regions and die with Wei'er and the child."

"If you can't solve it, please don't show any mercy, brother. Just kill me. I only ask that you send my body back to Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain and tell Master that his disciple is unfilial."

Zhao Zhijing sighed slightly and could somewhat understand Zhen Zhibing's plan.

Uncle Master Hao had a hot temper. Uncle Master Sun, as the only female among the Seven Quanzhen Masters, was extremely strict in treating her younger disciples. All disciples below the third generation in the Quanzhen Sect were in awe of her.

If Zhen Zhibing went to see these two people, he would be disrespecting his teacher if he didn't tell them the truth. If he told them, he would be killed immediately by the two men.

Furthermore, Zhen Zhibing once thought of poisoning his fellow disciples for the sake of his wife and children, so he was even less able to face his junior brother Li Zhichang.

"Forget it, then you should rest here and recuperate. Tomorrow I will ask Gang Leader Huang to have meals delivered to you every day."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao. If I hadn't happened to pass by Huashan that day, I would have either been lying dead in the wilderness or made an irreparable mistake."

Zhao Zhijing turned and walked out of the house, looking up at the bright moon in the sky. The hall a little further away was still noisy, with laughter coming from time to time.

Even without Xiaolongnu, Zhen Zhibing, the original next leader of Quanzhen Sect, would still have had a miserable ending. It can only be said that it was fate that played tricks on him.

The next morning, Huang Rong brought the Indian monk and Zhu Ziliu to look for Zhao Zhijing.

Zhu Ziliu was the fourth among the four disciples of Master Yideng. He had been the top scholar in the Dali Kingdom and had served as prime minister. It could be said that he was well-read and had extraordinary talents.

As for martial arts, he is now the leader among the four disciples of "Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer and Scholar". Although he is not as good as Qiu Chuji, he is better than Hao Datong and Sun Buer.

The iron pen skill that Zhao Zhijing passed on to his apprentice Cao Qinghua was inspired by him.

Zhu Ziliu also respected Zhao Zhijing very much. When Master Yideng escorted the Indian monk to Xiangyang, he mentioned what happened on the Jade Maiden Peak. Among them, the event in which Zhao Zhijing, Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong competed in internal strength through music made Zhu Ziliu greatly impressed.

At this time, Huang Rong introduced them to each other. After the two sides exchanged greetings, they began to talk about the strange poison of the Gongping Sect.

"I came to Xiangyang City a few years ago and heard Gang Leader Huang talk about the conspiracy of the Fairness Cult. I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything more."

"Now, even the Taoist Master Zhen of the Quanzhen Sect has been murdered. If we don't find a way to deal with it as soon as possible, I'm afraid it will cause endless harm."

Huang Rong agreed, "Brother Zhu is right. Fortunately, with the combined efforts of the Indian monk and Taoist Priest Zhao, we have found an antidote to the corpse poison."

"This matter must be kept strictly confidential, so we have to ask Taoist Master Zhen to hide in Lu Family Manor for a while. If the divine monk can break this strange poison, then the Fairness Cult will lose its greatest support."

"Everyone, please take a look."

After Huang Rong finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing took out two red pills from his sleeve. They were exactly the ones Zhen Zhibing took out that day in Zuowang Temple.

The Indian monk did not speak Chinese, so Zhu Ziliu was responsible for explaining. When he heard Zhao Zhijing say that this pill was a strange poison that could turn people into zombie-like monsters, he immediately reached out and took one and looked at it carefully.

"Monk, be careful!"

When Zhao Zhijing saw the Indian monk sniffing the pill, he quickly spoke up to remind him.

In the original novel, a divine monk from India, in order to detoxify the love flower, did not hesitate to prick his own body with the love flower to understand its medicinal properties; in this world, there is corpse poison, so he smeared it on his arm and risked his life to test the poison himself.

But now Zhen Zhibing has been poisoned, this could be the poison of the Three Corpses Brain Pill, and he must not be allowed to try it again. "Brother Zhu, please remind the monk that the toxicity of this strange poison is unknown. According to the ruthless methods of the Fairness Sect, it may be mixed with other deadly poisons that can kill people instantly."

"So no matter what, we must not let the monk take risks!"

Zhu Ziliu nodded repeatedly, immediately communicated with the Indian monk, and then pointed at Zhen Zhibing.

After hearing this, the Indian monk remained silent, and it was unknown how much he had heard. He stood up, walked in front of Zhen Zhibing, and began to take his pulse.

"This donor has a disordered pulse and a weak body, as if he has been drinking for a long time. He is also exhausted and has signs of excessive indulgence in women."

"Cough cough!"

Before the three men came, Zhu Ziliu had heard Huang Rong say that there might be some hidden secrets that were not convenient to reveal, but the result given by the Indian monk still surprised him. He pretended to cough and turned his head away.

Although no one except Zhu Ziliu could understand Sanskrit, Zhao Zhijing and Huang Rong could guess the general meaning through his reaction.

"Let Master Zhen take care of himself. We can start with these ready-made pills and see if we can gain anything."

Huang Rong spoke, dispelling the slightly awkward atmosphere. The others knew that there was no point in rushing the matter, so they began to discuss the Heroes Conference in three days.

“Yang Guo?”

While Zhao Zhijing was talking with Huang Rong and others in the house, Yang Guo was guarding outside the house with Guan Man'er. Although this place was quite secluded, with more and more guests coming to Lujiazhuang, they still had to prevent being spied on by people with ulterior motives.

Unexpectedly, no suspicious people were found, but Guo Fu and the Wu brothers came over instead.

Just before this heroic conference, Guo Jing gave his own Arabian horse to his daughter, and Guo Fu liked it very much.

It’s just that the original horsewhip was worn out. I looked for it the last time I went to Dashengguan, but there were too few shops and I couldn’t find a suitable one, so I thought about going somewhere farther away.

However, Guo Jing has always been strict, and the Heroes Conference is just around the corner, so he will most likely not agree. So Guo Fu came to her mother to plead for mercy.

As a result, no one knew where their mother had gone, so Guo Fu and the other two searched for her all the way and met Yang Guo here.

"When did you arrive? Why didn't you go to see my father and mother?"

In that dilapidated temple, Yang Guo had already seen Guo Fu, but she was not discovered.

Seeing each other again at this time, he didn't feel surprised, so he calmly replied: "Miss Guo, Brother Wu, we meet again."

"My master and I just arrived yesterday, but because it was late, we didn't have time to pay our respects to Uncle Guo."

When Guo Fu heard that he called her Miss Guo, which was not as warm as the last time when he called her "Sister Fu" at Yunv Peak, she felt annoyed and immediately turned her head away.

The Wu brothers heard the guests talking about Zhao Zhijing several times at the banquet last night, and they seemed to be comparing him to their master.

Now seeing that Yang Guo looked so leisurely and Zhao Zhijing was nowhere to be seen, it didn't look like he was going to pay a visit to his master. He thought that this master and disciple were really arrogant.

"Let me ask you, have you seen my mother?"

Although Guo Fu was angry, she still asked a question. She had always manipulated the Wu brothers around, and seeing Yang Guo's indifference, she couldn't help but take the initiative to talk to him.

"Aunt Guo is discussing something with my master in the room. Miss Guo, please wait for a moment."

(End of this chapter)