Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 318: Junior Sister Feels Things Are Not Simple

Qianji Pavilion.

Most of the Heavenly Masters of Mount Longhu have gone home, leaving only a few to accompany Old Tang.

Chen Qin sat aside somewhat bored, holding Li Yueqi with one hand and pressing her fingertips, while with the other hand she was playing with the little girl, constantly comparing the difference in the feel of the two hands.

After pinching for a long time, the little sister felt that the little Fuji was better. She was soft and easy to pinch, and it was also very entertaining.

At this time, Old Tang was watching a monk appraise the bracelet.

"Baby, did you see it?" Old Tang asked eagerly.

"It's almost there, it's almost there, don't worry." The monk said slowly, "Also, don't scream so disgustingly, I'm not your lover."

A fat monk sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding the strange bracelet he got from Xiao Teng in his hand.

As the saying goes, every profession has its own specialties, and the six sects have their own unique features in their respective fields.

Although sometimes, the skills they choose are rather weird, and even the seemingly normal Buddhist sects are not immune.

However, because it has no hair, Buddhism has not developed any techniques to find and identify hair.

But in a strange area, they directly hit the blind spots of the other five sects.

That is the identification of ashes and relics.

And it was a coincidence that the monk who was currently staying at Qianji Pavilion to take over for Monk Mingzhi was none other than Monk Lingbao, who was usually in charge of looking after Zangchan Temple.

He is really professional.

"Did you see it?" After a while, Old Tang asked impatiently.

"Don't be anxious. I told you not to be anxious." Monk Lingbao said slowly.

After a while, Old Tang couldn't help but come forward again.

"you"

But before Old Tang could finish his words, he suddenly felt his vision go dark. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself trapped in a golden bowl.

The bowl was filled with all kinds of gold, silver, jewels, ritual implements and jades, piled around him like a small mountain.

Although these treasures seem to be right in front of us, they are actually far away in the sky. They are born from people's delusions and are all false.

If you are attracted by it, you will not be able to touch a single spiritual pearl on the treasure mountain even if you run until you die.

Old Tang knew that the Lingbao monk had locked him up because he was annoying him. He snorted coldly, "Oh, slow fat man. You're just taking advantage of me because I can't beat you right now."

However, although he knew that Monk Lingbao would not harm him, Old Tang still felt that the golden treasure mountains in front of him were a little too dazzling.

"It's so vulgar."

As Old Tang spoke, he closed his eyes and began to think of the beautiful lady.

They are all delusions anyway, so why not think about something you like to watch?

Because of Old Tang’s thoughts, the scenery in the golden bowl began to change.

However, when Old Tang opened his eyes again, he did not see the silver party scene he wanted.

Instead, he saw piles of flesh, each made up of beautiful women. They had no specific facial features, but they still twisted their bodies and sang, flirting with Old Tang.

Old Tang, “…”

He closed his eyes and pondered the gold, silver and treasures again, but no matter how he thought about it, the mountain of flesh in a coquettish manner did not change.

"Monk! Monk! I was wrong, let me out!"

Old Tang, who had dug his own grave, shouted at the illusory sky in the golden bowl.

However, no one paid any attention.

After Lingbao Monk locked Old Tang in, he muted his microphone.

……

On Lingbao Monk's side, after locking up Old Tang, the source of the noise, the room finally became quiet, and his identification speed became much faster.

As for the sudden attack by Lingbao Monk...the Heavenly Masters of Longhu Mountain didn't say anything and pretended not to see it.

Because this wasn't the first time, every time these two met, this scene was inevitable. However, this was the first time I saw the golden bowl, but it was either a bell or a cassock...

Moreover, these Heavenly Masters actually felt that their own headmaster was indeed quite noisy...

After a long time, Monk Lingbao finally finished his appraisal. He put down the bracelet and said to everyone.

"These are indeed relics, transformed from three finger bones. They haven't been refined through rituals. Some of them look like innate Dao fetuses... but not entirely.

"It should have been formed after the war at the end of the Eastern Qi Dynasty. If the bloodline of the owner of this relic is related to the Eastern Qi royal family, then it can only belong to that person."

"The last emperor?" someone asked?
"That's right." Monk Lingbao answered slowly and started to keep the suspense again.

But after waiting for a long time, no one responded.

Those Heavenly Masters were thinking about something, while the Junior Sister was concentrating on playing with Li Yueqi in one hand and Fu Ji in the other, and was not listening at all.

Monk Lingbao then remembered that he had locked up Old Tang. He slowly picked up the golden bowl beside him and released Old Tang.

There still needs to be someone to take over and support the role.

As soon as Old Tang came out, he gave Monk Lingbao the middle finger.

Monk Lingbao said, "Hey? How do you know this relic is from the bone of the middle finger? I haven't told you yet."

Old Tang, “…”

At this time, the identification results had come out, and Old Tang stopped joking with Monk Lingbao. He asked Monk Lingbao to repeat the identification results again in detail. It was not until he heard the four words "Xiantian Daotai" that he became thoughtful.

After a while, he turned to Chen Qin and said.

"Girl, stop playing around. I have an idea. Maybe I can send you into a fantasy world."

Hearing this, Chen Qin was cheered up.

Li Yueqi also quickly pulled her hand out from her junior sister's hand.

It will swell up if you pinch it again.

In the illusion, the city of Bianjing.

The scenery in the city is prosperous and luxurious, yet clearly divided.

There are differences in levels everywhere, whether it is mortals or monks.

As the saying goes, senior old men eat senior candy, and senior monks eat spiritual candy.

Most of the senior cultivators of this era look very stylish, and the most important thing they pay attention to is the difference between immortals and mortals.

This kind of atmosphere is even more prevalent in Liang Song. To distinguish themselves from ordinary people, the monks here would like to fly in and out of the clouds and ride cranes, and they also pay attention to their three meals a day.

Eat spiritual rice, drink spiritual water, poop spiritually, and then use a spiritual wooden poop stick.

In short, we have to create a style.

Although other places are not as perverted as Bianjing City, they are almost the same.

Lu Chen is somewhat out of tune with this era, and seems a little crazy to others.

She acts as she pleases in everything she does, plotting to harm others like a gangster, and acting cute like a child.

Anyway, he doesn't look like the leader of a sect.

She doesn't care about style or not, as long as the method works.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come up with such a low-end but effective method as selling himself to bury his father.

At this time, Lu Chen was wearing tattered clothes, his little face was very dirty, and his eyes were red and swollen. He really looked like his father had just died.

She got an old donkey from somewhere, and she led the donkey. The donkey pulled a cart, and Zhang Ze was lying on the cart.

Before the rumor that the Liang and Song royal families possessed the Human Emperor Flag spread, several mysterious merchants suddenly appeared in the city of Bianjing and started a business of collecting corpses.

Of course, these people claim to be doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, and they are not buying corpses, but burying people for free. However, they will also give the relatives some extra money.

As for whether the people delivering the body are relatives of the deceased, they don’t care.

According to Lu Chen's information, the bodies were not buried at all, but were secretly transported into the imperial city.

Although he didn't know what the two old monsters from Liang Song were going to do, nor did he know whether this action was related to the Human Emperor Flag, Lu Chen didn't care.

She only knew two things. The first was that she was 100% sure that she could take Zhang Ze away after the truth was revealed.

Second, using this method to infiltrate the palace and approach the Human Emperor Flag would definitely be more effective than the method used by that idiot in the sky. At this moment, in the sky, an old man in a white robe sat on the back of a spiritual ox. Judging by his cultivation, he must have reached a stage where he no longer needed to poop. Behind him floated over a dozen flying swords, each gleaming brilliantly.

This old man is one of the rare Nascent Soul cultivators at this time. It is said that he is a sword god or something. At this moment, he is muttering some profound principles in the sky.

The Human Emperor Flag is the most precious treasure of our human race, and everyone has a share of it. I am an old man of high moral character and prestige, so even if you won’t let me touch it, you must let me see it.

Then he said that to prevent the destruction of lives in the fight for this treasure of the human race, a flag-raising ceremony should be held soon to select a virtuous person to hold it...

In short, all this nonsense means that he has to touch the Human Emperor Flag.

As if in response to the old man's call, several auras rose from all over the city, announcing their presence to the Liang Song royal family.

But the man in the imperial city only said one word.

"roll!"

And then, suddenly, nothing happened. Old Deng, who had just been talking about his compassion for life and his unwillingness to see the suffering of all living beings, immediately summoned his flying sword and slashed at the Emperor of Bianjing who was standing beneath him.

Treat ordinary people like ants.

The same was true of the Liang Song national protector, who acted decisively and without any scruples, as if this was not his home.

This sudden situation was somewhat beyond the expectations of Lu Chen and Zhang Ze. They thought that the old man was just talking today.

It is said that this kind of drama has been seen not for the first time. A few days ago, the old man also came at the appointed time and said the same thing, saying that he would leave when he got bored.

His mount is different every day. Yesterday he rode a monkey, and the day before yesterday he rode a pig.

But I didn't expect that they would actually start fighting today, and the attacks were so fierce, as if they were determined to fight to the death.

But what is even more strange is the people in the city of Bianjing.

Two monks fought in the sky, and as expected, the city of Bianjing fell into chaos.

But it is clearly chaotic.

Those dressed in gorgeous clothes dodged, either hiding in their own cellars or fleeing out of the city away from the battlefield.

However, most of those in rags did not dodge or evade.

Many people were still craning their necks to watch, and some even wanted to catch the sword light.

He looked like he didn't want to live.

Due to the heavy traffic, Lu Chen, who had encountered an accident before the operation of selling his father even started, had no choice but to park the donkey cart in a corner of the road. He pretended to be a real child, crying and hiding beside the old donkey.

There were two old monsters in the imperial city. Only one of them took action at this time, and the other one might be watching somewhere else. To be safe, Lu Chen did not expose himself.

As for Zhang Ze
Although he was still holding his breath, he opened his eyes slightly.

Because he felt someone pressing on his legs.

The man looked like a scholar, but he was obviously down and out. It was already late autumn, but he was only wearing a tattered piece of clothing.

All his belongings were just a pot of wine in his hand.

But looking at his appearance, it seemed like this was his first time drinking.

When the man saw the sword light in the sky, he was frightened at first, but soon his face turned stupid. He untied his bun, sat on the donkey cart with disheveled hair, and his butt just pressed against Zhang Ze's calf.

The man poured the wine into his hands clumsily, and because his hands were shaking, a lot of it spilled. Perhaps feeling a little distressed, he put his hand close and wanted to catch it with his mouth.

It was probably his first time drinking. The turbid wine went down his throat and it was so spicy that the scholar's face turned red. He coughed for a long time before he recovered.

After recovering his strength, he suddenly started singing.

"The Yellow Flag Master displayed divine power, and the world did not disclose the Heavenly Gate. In this life, I raised the Imperial Flag with my blood, and we will be brothers in the next life."

This is a nursery rhyme that has been circulating around the city of Bianjing recently. The scholar sings it in a halting and crazy manner.

He looked at the chaotic crowd in front of him, laughed, and pushed his butt into the donkey cart again. Then he used his wine-soaked fingers to draw circles on his face.

While painting, he sang the lyrics about being brothers from the Human Emperor's Flag.

But as the man sang, his voice gradually became softer, and his crazy lyrics began to be interspersed with bursts of sucking sounds.

He was sucking his fingers.

Perhaps it's because he knows the taste of food, so the hand that was dipped in wine and drawing circles would pause when it reached his mouth.

At first he licked it, then he slurped it, and finally he stopped drawing completely. He held the wine jug and started drinking.

After drinking the whole pot of wine, the scholar became much more sober.

He stood up unsteadily and pointed at the sky and cursed.

"True Lord Huangqi is shit. He only gets proud of the wine in his cup. One pot a day is not too much. After drinking it, he will go to heaven and then to hell!"

"Fuck you! I won't die! Bullshit Human Emperor Flag, bullshit world! Bullshit afterlife! Damn it! Wine!"

Zhang Ze, “.”

He now has a lot to complain about, but he just doesn't know where to start.

But just as he was about to throw himself into a coma, he suddenly felt someone carrying him up.
It was the scholar who was drunk and didn't want to die. He carried Zhang Ze from the donkey cart.

As for what they were going to do by carrying Zhang Ze, it was of course to sell his body for wine.

This man was also a little seriously ill. The city was in chaos at the moment, so he took advantage of the situation to rob Lingyuangou.

Nowadays, when you go to any restaurant, you can drink as much as you want.

But I can only say that this scholar is indeed gifted. Even when he is drunk, his thoughts are different from those of normal people.

The scholar's idea is very simple.

That is, buying alcohol requires money, but I don't have any money right now. But I heard that corpses in the city can be exchanged for money, so I can sell this corpse I found, and then I'll have money to drink, right?

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, the man carried Zhang Ze and ran very fast although his steps were staggering.

He kept mumbling to himself while running.

"Master Corpse Master...stealing someone's skills isn't considered stealing... This is something for scholars, so it's not considered stealing..."

After comforting himself, he said to Zhang Ze.

"From now on, you are my father. You...you have my last name. After I sell you, I will treat you to some wine. I'll have a pot, you a cup. I'll have a pot, you a cup... This wine is really good. When the time comes, I promise to water your grave thoroughly so that you can be happy even in death."

"Dad, what do you think?"

Zhang Ze, “.”

Zhang Ze sighed softly, and began to practice his martial arts skills imperceptibly.

The poor scholar who was still running wildly suddenly felt that the "corpse" on his back was as heavy as a rock. He was originally relying on the smell of alcohol to support himself, and now he lost his balance and stumbled to the ground.

Almost at the same time, a sword light swept across and chopped the houses on both sides of the street into pieces.

Zhang Ze and the scholar were buried under rubble and bricks.

After a long time, Zhang Ze noticed that the atmosphere in the sky had calmed down and confirmed that there was no one around. Then he carefully pushed away the rubble that was pressing on him and crawled out.

The scholar was naturally fine because he was being pressed down by Zhang Ze, and was sleeping soundly at this time.

Zhang Ze shook his head helplessly.

"Who told you to call me dad? It's my duty to save your life."

After saying that, he took out a wine jug from somewhere, stuffed it into the scholar's hand, and then turned and left.

Although he didn't know whether the plan of selling himself to bury his father could be carried out after the current situation, as a father, he had to find his daughter first.

Zhang Ze didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to search at this time, so he could only return the same way, hoping that Lu Chen was still waiting for him there.

Because the battle between the two powerful men had ended, those who did not run away and escaped the disaster now came out from various places.

Zhang Ze was distracted and suddenly saw a familiar figure, and her eyes lit up.

He ran forward quickly and wanted to reach out his hand, but then he remembered that the person in front of him was not the one he had in mind, so he retracted his hand.

"Lu Chen, why did you transform again? Did you fight with someone? What do you mean, the plan is cancelled and you don't want to sell yourself to bury your father?" Zhang Ze stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"..."

The man remained silent because he was not Lu Chen, but Chen Qin, who was sent in by Old Tang.

The junior sister frowned, feeling that things seemed a little complicated.

"Who is Lu Chen? Why didn't you recognize me, Senior Brother? What's the point of selling yourself to bury your father? I just got here."

(End of this chapter)