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These little bastards drank until late at night.

Zhao Yushu felt that serving others was not a job for a human being. Standing all night was more tiring than fighting with Nei Jing.

However, these little beasts started to complain and spread dirty rumors in the palace again. They didn’t say anything useful the whole night. At least, Zhao Yushu couldn’t hear anything with his limited Khitan vocabulary.

After returning to the winery, Zhao Yushu quickly compared to Lan Ling's harvest for the night, then immediately changed into black clothes and ran towards several Taoist temples he knew in South City. The sooner the better, the better. If he was one step faster, perhaps he could change the entire situation.

Lan Ling also changed into night clothes and headed straight north. This was a plan they had decided on temporarily. The Imperial Master had just searched for three days in a big way, and except for himself, all his men were exhausted. This was the time when the defense of the North City was the most lax.

Compared to the North City where nothing was gained, the Taoist temple where Zhang Tianshi was imprisoned might be obviously more dangerous. However, Old Zhao was not too worried about Lan Ling's safety.

She has already reached the peak of the fourth level, and only needs a small opportunity to reach the next level. This opportunity is not easy to come by in the winery.

Lan Ling's brain is much more useful than Zhao Yushu's. In the past few days, she has figured out the locations of several wealthy and powerful residences in the north city just by chatting with the women around her. If she is given enough time, she might be able to draw the most detailed map of Linhuang Prefecture in this era. So she has already locked onto several mansions that are famous enough but probably have poor defense.

He's the kind of person whose ancestors were rich, but the current head of the family is a loser.

There might not be many such people when the dynasty was first established, but an empire that lasted for hundreds of years would become rotten no matter how hard it was maintained. Moreover, the Liao Dynasty did not carry out a major internal change like the Tang Dynasty, so it could only get worse.

According to the plan, Lan Ling sneaked into a house that had been selected long ago with almost no hindrance. There was not even a monk in the house.

Although the mortal martial artists in charge of guarding the courtyard were alert enough, they were still no match for the cultivators.

Lan Ling searched around quickly and found the master's bedroom. Then she gently conjured up an ice sword, cut off the door bolt, and pushed the door open and walked in.

An old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies was sleeping soundly with his young concubine in his arms. Lan Ling frowned, resisted the urge to stab him with a sword, and took out a small golden wolf from her sleeve and placed it on the table in the bedroom, while also putting a written note underneath.

After doing all this, Lan Ling closed the door again, but did not rush back immediately. Instead, she floated onto the wall and began to patrol around.

She wanted to add more fuel to the fire and reignite the North City’s defenses.

If Zhao Yushu were here, he would definitely not let her gamble, but she felt that she needed to share some of the pressure for Zhao Yushu. Just putting down a golden wolf would not be enough to make a big fuss. What if this person saw the golden wolf and did not go to find the national teacher, but secretly hid himself, wouldn't this night's work be in vain?

Lan Ling touched a short knife tied to her right arm, leaped across the road between the two courtyards, and landed on the gate of another house that had obviously just been renovated. Then she raised her hand suddenly, and a flash of knife light slashed out, immediately cutting off a large piece of the eaves on the top of the gate.

The servants on night duty immediately rushed over shouting, but even faster than them was a beam of spiritual light that shot directly at Lan Ling.

Higher than myself, but only to a very limited extent, the fifth level.

Lan Ling heaved a sigh of relief, and instead of retreating, she advanced forward and rushed directly towards the spiritual light. The sword lights in her sleeves flashed one after another, carrying an icy chill, and her momentum was unstoppable.

Zhao Yushu has already visited two Taoist temples. He quietly went into one and took a look around, but found nothing. He then simply used his spiritual power to scan the second one, but found no fluctuations.

Linhuang Prefecture is not as big as Chang'an, nor as big as Dongdu, but it is definitely not small. A metropolis with a population of one million is no joke.

As far as he knew, there were five Taoist temples in the south city. He didn't know how these Taoists reached out to the Liao Kingdom, which was mainly based on local beliefs and Buddhism.

If I'm unlucky and Master Zhang is not in any Taoist temple I know, then tonight's trip will be in vain. But it doesn't matter, I can continue tomorrow night.

The third Taoist temple finally showed some spiritual power reaction, but it was just a treasure that an old Taoist held in his arms when he slept. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power, it should be a lower-middle yellow grade.

Zhao Yushu sighed and continued to run towards the fourth house. He had come back late in the first place, and Linhuang Prefecture was not small. Even at his speed, it would be almost blue time when he arrived at the fourth Taoist temple.

As usual, scan with spiritual power, and retreat if nothing is found.

No, go.

Zhao Yushu's body swayed, and he was about to leave, but then he stopped abruptly.

Not right.

Although there was indeed no fluctuation of spiritual power, his spiritual consciousness seemed to have been slightly hindered.

This obstruction was very slight, just like a slippery soap bubble. If it weren't for the fact that her spiritual power naturally carried a hint of Mrs. Xu's sharpness and accidentally punctured a little bit of the soap bubble, even if it was repaired instantly, she might not have noticed anything.

A place that could almost make a top seventh-level boss like himself lose his sight could not be an ordinary Taoist temple.

Zhao Yushu's heart moved, and he hid his spiritual power. He took two steps, climbed over the wall using his hands and feet, and slipped into the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple was not quiet. Some students who particularly liked to do morning exercises had already gotten up.

Looking at the little Taoist children in front of him who were yawning but pretending to be not sleepy, Zhao Yushu thought of Shui No. 1 Middle School in his previous life for no reason.

Hiding in the shadows of the trees, several Taoist children who had just washed up were whispering about last night's good or bad dreams. Because it was a religion that came from the Central Plains, these Taoist children, whether they were from the Tang or Liao Dynasty, now spoke authentic Chinese, which saved Zhao Yushu a lot of trouble.

"We went earlier today to get a good seat. They took all the seats yesterday. The Immortal only answered their questions."

A Taoist boy had a stern face, seeming to be very dissatisfied with something.

"That's right. I just checked and they haven't gotten up yet. Let's go kneel in front of the Immortal Gate now. Maybe we can learn the Thunder Technique!"

"But the Immortal said that our foundation is not stable. These past few days, he has been asking us to meditate and chant scriptures, saying that he wants us to cultivate our character. I wonder if the disciples of Longhu Mountain are the same."

The two Taoist children gradually walked away. Zhao Yushu slapped his thigh hard. I really found them. Now I just need to follow them and I will naturally find Zhang Tianshi. But why does Zhang Tianshi still want to teach these children?

Moreover, with Zhang Tianshi's level of cultivation, could this Taoist temple trap him?

If Zhang Tianshi wanted to stay here voluntarily, it would be fine. I would just use Naruto-kun's specialty, mouth-to-mouth combat, and it would be fine. But if it was not voluntary...

Zhao Yushu looked up at the dark blue sky.

What exactly is in this Taoist temple?