Xianzun becomes a showman as soon as he loses his memory

"My national treasure is lost!"

The lord of Linghai Kingdom in the south was sitting on the side of his bed, the bedroom was in a mess, and the whole person was crying, almost unable to speak.

Ever since he snatched a fragment from Jiaolong when he went out to play, he offered it up as a treasure, carefully placed it in a brocade wooden box, and placed it on his bedside happily every day.

The first thing he does when he wakes up and opens his eyes every day is to play with the fragments in the box. Even if he has to be entangled by the dragon in his dream every night, making himself thin and yellow and depressed, he And never give up that treasure.

Later, after the news got out, his mortal country unexpectedly welcomed many monks who went to heaven and earth.

Those monks were obviously going for the legendary dragon, and all of them blocked the sea area with a bloody look, searching everywhere day and night, but it turned out to be the treasure in the hands of the lord of Linghai Kingdom. Fragments, on the contrary, not many people paid attention to them.

People from Daneng Temple and Wanshufang have already been here, facing these monks who look like gods in the eyes of ordinary people, even as the lord of the country, he would not dare to offend these sects, so he had to let the monks toss and turn Check the fragment.

But no matter how the monks searched, they couldn't find the strangeness of this fragment, and they couldn't find any way to enhance the cultivation base of the fragment, so they didn't pay much attention to this object at that time, and most of them focused on it. In search of a living Jiaolong.

Under such blunders, the greedy and cowardly leader of Linghai Kingdom was extremely lucky to keep this treasure, and it was still placed by his bedside every day, admiring and playing with it at any time.

But this luck did not last long.

Today, after the Lord Ling Hai woke up, he stretched out his hand to the head of the bed again in a haze, groping around.

But he groped for a long time, but there was nothing in his hand, he couldn't help being startled, he suddenly woke up, his half-closed eyelids opened suddenly, and his huge and fat body jumped up from the bed.

He looked towards the bed in a panic, and began to frantically look for the small box with the fragments.

Not on the bed, not under the pillow, not under the bed, not in every corner of the palace...

No, nowhere!

Lord Linghai searched everywhere, but still found nothing. Suddenly, his whole body was like a deflated ball, and he collapsed on the ground. By the side of the bed.

The pieces of his treasure are lost—

Someone must have slipped in while he was sleeping and stole the box he had left by the bed.

Think about how I have been harassed by Jiaolong Mengli since I got this treasure fragment, and resisted the endless interrogation of the monks, but in the end I still couldn’t keep my little fragment, and was actually stolen by a thief in my sleep go.

Thinking of this, the majestic lord of a country couldn't help feeling sad from his heart, crying bitterly and heartbroken for a while.

Since the thief had to steal, why didn't he come earlier?Did he have to wait for him to suffer a lot for this treasure fragment before he came to be a thief at this time?

If his fragments were just lost like this, wouldn't all his previous suffering be in vain?

Thinking of this, Lord Ling Hai suddenly felt a choke in his throat, a mouthful of anger stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it. His dignity as the king of a country was repeatedly violated by those things that were not extraordinary. Now he really couldn't bear it no matter what. down.

The plump body bounced up from the ground suddenly, Lord Linghai wiped away the tears and snot from his face, and shouted out the door with red eyes: "Come on, a thief came into my bedroom last night and lost the national treasure."

"Hurry up and come and search the whole country. We must find the national treasure, and then catch that daring thief in front of me. I want to see him cut to pieces with my own eyes!"

But he kept yelling for a while, but there was still silence outside the door, without any response.

Lord Ling Hai, who was burning with anger, didn't realize the abnormal situation outside the door at this time, but became even more angry because no one responded, and even couldn't even put on his shoes, and rushed to the bedroom with bare feet, angry and disheveled clothes At the door, I personally opened the door of the palace.

"Is it true that everyone outside is deaf? If you can't hear what I say, what's the use of having two ears? Just cut them off!"

He yelled angrily as he opened the palace door.

With the movement of the palace door, a body that was originally leaning on the door, as if ignorant, "dangdang" fell to the feet of Lord Ling Hai.

This sturdy body is a young and tall man, wearing the clothes of an imperial city guard, and holding a waist knife tightly in his hand. He is the guard who should be on duty in front of the king's bedroom.

The guard had a pale complexion, distorted facial features, and hollow eyes. He was lying face up on the ground. His empty eyes stared straight at the king's cheek. He didn't move. His body was stiff. It was obvious that he had already died.

Lord Ling Hai, who was originally angry, froze when he saw this situation.

At this time, following the fall just now, the body of the dead guard was jolted, and a smelly white paste oozed out from the man's open mouth, and white paste gurgled from his ears, the smell It's disgusting.

Such horrific and distorted images finally made Lord Ling Hai scream, howled and moved to the side, not daring to look at the horribly dead corpse on the ground again.

The lord who had just uttered bold words, saying that he was going to kill the thief alive, was like a frightened child, his legs were trembling and he could hardly walk, and his fat body was leaning tremblingly on the ground. Passed through another door, just sat down without being frightened.

Naturally, there could be only one guard standing guard in front of the palace gate. Next to the body of the fallen guard, there was another burly guard of Miyagi, holding the sword at his waist in his forehand. Standing with his back straight and facing the king.

The weeping Lord Linghai, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, desperately stretched out his hand to the extremely reliable back.

He said in disarray in panic: "Dead man... Dead man... There are thieves who want to harm me, why don't you rush to escort me, did you not hear the movement or are you dead?"

The short and fat fingers touched the back of another guard, but the guard was silent, but the whole body suddenly fell forward. The long stone steps in front fell down.

The guard who fell down the stone steps, his limbs and bones were as fragile as paper, and they were all broken, twisted at a particularly weird angle, lying on the ground, his neck had already been broken, his whole head was twisted around, his face Appearing upward in front of the sovereign.

This guard was the same as the man just now, with the same big black mouth, and the stinky white liquid poured out from his ears and mouth, which was equally stinky.

But what's even more frightening is that the man's eyes seemed to be eaten by some kind of insects, bloody and bloody. Where the eyeballs were originally, there were only two empty holes left, and there were still some ungnawed spots around the eye sockets. Eat clean minced meat.

Those dark eye sockets just stared straight at Lord Ling Hai standing on the steps.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The entire imperial city echoed the hysterical screams of the king.

Some thieves sneaked into the imperial city, not only stole the king's treasures, but also killed several guards on duty by extremely cruel means, and the news that the majestic Lord Ling Hai was scared and paralyzed on the bed spread quickly.

At this time, there are still many monks who have not left in the city.

These monks didn't care about the treasures lost by mortals, because the fragment had been seen by the two sects of Daneng Temple and Wanshufang with their own eyes, and there was nothing strange about it, let alone bring any benefits to their practice. So they didn't care whether the fragment was stolen or not.

But this time, I heard that those guards were brutally killed by unnatural means, and now the monks in the city suddenly became interested.

Who would steal a shard that is obviously not good for practice at this time?Moreover, they are still swaggeringly killing and seizing treasures under the noses of many monks. They simply don't take them seriously.

In particular, the Linghai Lord's attitude towards the major sects was quite respectful before, so during this period of time, as long as the disciples of the major sects did not leave, then the Linghai Lord was equivalent to being under the protection of the wings of the major sects.

Now suddenly such a thing happened, it was like someone slapped several sects in the face.

If this goes on like this, what majesty will the Martial Arts have among the crowd, and what mortals will dare to continue to trust you?

Therefore, Taixumen, Daneng Temple and Wanshufang, which were still in the city at this time, could not sit still.

As the eldest disciple of Wanshufang, Yan Qing naturally took the responsibility to lead all the juniors and juniors, and rushed to the imperial city early to check, hoping to find some clues, and be the first to catch the thief who challenged their majesty.

But not long after he entered the imperial city, he ran into another team head-on.

A group of light-headed young monks led by Zhiyuan, the chief disciple of Daneng Temple, also came to the imperial city to check at this time, but happened to collide with the disciples of Wanshufang.

The two teams of disciples who had been secretly competing with each other looked at each other from a distance, and they couldn't help screaming inwardly.

However, on the surface of etiquette, we still need to be polite. I saw the senior brothers on both sides cough lightly at the same time, and just wanted to stand up and say a few polite words to each other, but I didn't expect that at this time, another team came from the imperial city. walked out.

This group of people was dressed in white Taoist robes, with swords on their waists, they were obviously disciples of the Taixu Sect, and the person walking in the front was Mo Han, the great disciple of the Taixu Sect.

Seeing this, Yan Qing and Zhi Yuan couldn't help being shocked.

They thought they had come fast enough, but they didn't expect Taixu Sect to move faster than them. At this time, they actually looked like they had finished their investigation.

Sure enough, Mo Leng, the chief disciple of the Taixu Sect, looked unhappy, and he didn't have any intention of hiding any secrets. When he saw the two groups of them, he didn't even say any polite words, and just opened his mouth. It is a sentence: "Western Xuanxu Country."

"what?"

The other two parties were slightly taken aback.

Mo Han's eyes darkened, as if thinking of something unpleasant, he said, "I've gone to check, and the death conditions of the guards in the imperial city are the same as what I was in a mortal restaurant before. , the death condition of a casual cultivator I met was very similar."

"I originally suspected that there was any connection between the two, so I asked the well-informed Elder Yaogu in the Taixu Sect to see it for himself. The elder said that the death of the two was indeed done by the same person."

"The modus operandi is to use Gu worms to drill into the brain, swallow and digest the brain, and then spit out the toxin, so that people die suddenly without knowing it."

Hearing what he said, the two factions found it inconceivable, not to mention that before that, a casual cultivator had already been killed by this thief.

This thief can attack casual cultivators, who can guarantee that he won't attack like the disciples of the various sects in the future?

Thinking of this, Yan Qing couldn't help but frown, and said worriedly: "Then fellow Taoist Mo Han, why did you mention the name of Xuanxu Kingdom just now?"

"As far as I know, this Xuanxu country is just a country of mortals. It is no different from this Linghai country except that they only believe in their own gods and are very xenophobic."

Mo Han shook his head slightly, his eyes became colder: "According to what Elder Yaogu said, although the Xuanxu Kingdom is a mortal country, it is also the best at witchcraft. The people there, although they don't take the road of cultivating immortals, are as weak as mortals. , but there are quite a few of these insidious moves."

"The method of killing this time is really like their Xuanxu Nation's style."

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

"Amitabha!" Zhiyuan couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name at last, and said, "Fellow Daoist Mo, did Elder Yaogu of your sect make a mistake?"

"If only a few guards in the palace died tragically, it is indeed possible that the people of Xuanxu Kingdom did it, but as you said, a casual cultivator also died in the same way a few days ago. No matter how cruel the Xuanxu Kingdom's methods are, Are they just mortals? How can they be the opponents of monks?"

These monks naturally have their own stubborn pride. Although they don't treat mortals like ants and kill them at will, they still think highly of themselves and never put mortals on the same level as themselves.

So, how could a mortal who knew a little bit of witchcraft kill a monk?

Even that monk was just a casual cultivator, who was often despised by disciples of their sect, but he was still a monk who had already stepped into practice. Just like that, he was killed by a mortal with the technique of witchcraft, and their face in the realm of self-cultivation was gone. Where are you going to put it?

Therefore, Zhiyuan couldn't help asking questions.

But when Mo Han heard his words, he frowned even tighter, obviously feeling even more gloomy, closed his eyes and focused, and after a long silence, he said coldly: "A few days ago, I had a few younger brothers and younger sisters. Go to Qingyun Country and be led by Elder Zhu Ji."

"As a result, shortly after entering Qingyun Kingdom, on the border of Qingyun Kingdom, Elder Zhuji suddenly sent us a flying letter, saying that he had witnessed Xuanxu Kingdom invade Qingyun Kingdom with his own eyes, using witchcraft to massacre mortals."

"Elder Zhuji Xiang is an upright person. He couldn't bear someone to use this sorcery to harm the gods. He wanted to take care of it, so he led his disciples to fly to the army of Xuanxu Kingdom. Before leaving, he hurriedly reported to us. Letter, describing some circumstances."

"In the end, that flying letter formula...is the last message from Elder Caster."

Mo Han opened his eyes, looked at the horrified crowd with big mouths, and said in a low voice, "Elder Zhu Ji and those disciples have been silent since then."

"We have sent several Fetion letters to them in the past few days, but there is no response, as if everyone suddenly disappeared."

"Reminiscent of the Xuanxu Kingdom that Elder Zhu Ji mentioned, it is not difficult to guess that this matter may have something to do with them."

Finally, Mo Han looked around at the crowd with different expressions, and said coldly: "Now, do you still think that mortals can't hurt monks at all?"