Before the golden beard could speak, the people had already rushed through the door where the four people came. The other three listened to his "thump" footsteps and knew he had entered another room. The three of them had to carry their things first, and then returned the same way to chase after them.

As Wang Jin walked, he asked Guan Fatzi: What is a sleepy ghost city?

Guan Fatzi walked quickly, but his mouth did not stop, but his voice had changed a little: You kid, don't lie to me, I know you pretend to be garlic with me. Didn't I tell you about the Maoshan faction?

Although the Maoshan sect belongs to a branch of Taoism, it originated very early. Legend has it that it began in the pre-Qin period. Maoshan is divided into the north and south Maoshan factions, but the roots are still Taoism. According to legend, it was founded by Tao Hongjing of the Southern Liang Dynasty, majoring in Shangqing, Lingbao and the Three Emperors. Worship the primordial Tianzun, Taishang Dao Jun, Taiwei Tianjun, Housheng Jinque Emperor, and Taishang Laojun as the supreme gods. It advocates concentrating, chanting, cultivating merits and cultivating the art of Bigu guidance.

Another branch of the Maoshan sect, whose history is unknown, is mainly good at talismans, chanting spells, and exorcising ghosts and demons. It is called the Tianyi faction. You have a "dragon scale rhino blood" knife in your hand, do you know this!

I really don't know, you tell me quickly. Wang Jin was a little impatient, but he didn't stop.

Guan Fatzi continued to tell him: Isn't it just a ghost city? He also has a spiritual position, a name "Demon Refining Pot". According to legend, there are still people in his sect who can be good at this technique, but it is extremely rare. This "sleepy city" is the large "demon refining pot", I estimate, this is a secret place of the Maoshan faction, I don't know why, live in seclusion here. One of the main lessons of the Maoshan sect is to accumulate merits, in which it is necessary to eliminate demons and subdue demons. Therefore, I don't know where to catch a bunch of wild ghosts and put them here, not necessarily. I'm finally a little sure of a strange place now. This must be a hidden "spiritual pagoda" of the Maoshan faction that is not known to outsiders. Boy, you're going to think: aren't all towers pointy? That's just the form, it's the function of the building that's the key. If, yes, the rooms in this room must be arranged in some way. The stars are screened, and the water veins are shot down. At that time, the Maoshan faction must have spent huge manpower and material resources to have today's scale. The Maoshan faction has been handed down for thousands of years, and the successive generations of contact talents have been continuously replaced, and the result of continuation. Therefore, it is not surprising that there are various traces of the Northern and Southern Dynasties here, as well as the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing dynasties.

We entered here by mistake, and the most disdainful thing for the Maoshan faction is our kind of inverted trade. In that case, if our souls are taken away, it will never be merciful. By the way, the last time you asked me about Momoyama, you were playing tricks on me, right?

He kept talking, and the three of them had already returned to the first room.

However, they were taken aback by what they saw. Between the three of them, the golden beard, who was fine just now, was lying in the middle of the room at this time, motionless. His double-barreled shotgun was left in a corner far away from him.

Before Wang Jin could react, he heard the wind in his ears. Then, in a series of crackling sounds, Shao Zhuang had already exchanged hands with people. Guan Fatzi on the side had already taken out the kitchen knife in his waist at this time, and rushed forward waving it left and right. Suddenly, in the darkness, a person came out, and when he went up, he punched the fat man's nose. didn't wait for Guan Fatzi to reflect, and the knife didn't have time to be withdrawn. He was punched three or four times in the face, and he immediately lost his combat effectiveness.

The man then turned around and helped the others deal with Shao Zhuang, who was immediately attacked on all sides. Wang Jin wanted to go up to help, but the sound of fists and feet coming out from time to time made people hurt all over their bodies. In a hurry, I wanted to go to the "Jie Yu Dan" in my pocket, and suddenly I vaguely smelled a smell in my nose, sweet and faint. that

It's a faint fragrance, it's the aroma of orchids.

Wang Jin couldn't remember how he came to his senses, and it wasn't the first time he had been confused like this. But this time was different from the past, as soon as he woke up, the first thought in his consciousness was: Who are these people?

Sure enough, he was right. He was on his back, leaning against a rock wall. On the side, Jin Dabeard, Guan Fatzi and Shao Zhuang were not tied up. Instead, he sat around a fire in front of him, and there were a few people he didn't know.

Compared with the middle grade, the big and thin old man, Wang Jin saw a very obvious feature at a glance, this old man was wearing a pair of cloth shoes. The mille-feuille cloth shoes of old Beijing. Why is it clean? He was sitting almost cross-legged on the floor, the sole of one shoe facing him.

The old man didn't know if he was the leader of this group, but at this time he was chatting with Shao Zhuang about something, and it seemed to have something to do with this place. Listening to what he meant, it turned out that Wang Jin was no longer in the room where he was arrested. Instead, they had moved to the front door of this quirky place. It turned out that this group of people was the same group of people who shot at their side on the opposite hill at noon.

Did Guan Fatzi interject a few words, and a guy with an ordinary figure but obviously a foreigner on the side scolded him a few words, and Wang Jin listened to their conversation. It turned out that Guan Fatzi's blue nose and swollen face were due to this guy. Listening to their talk, it seems that this guy is called "Captain America" by all these people.

Shao Zhuang kept his eyes closed, with a look of disdain. This is, suddenly asked the thin old man: You and Wu Ye are of the same generation, so it stands to reason that I am not qualified to say anything. However, you detained a few of us so coldly, this method is not above board. Just tell us what you're going to do!

The thin old man listened and nodded. Then, he turned his head to look at Wang Jin and found that Wang Jin had woken up. Hey Hey Yile, said: Not for him? Yo, the kid woke up. Do you recognize me?

Wang Jin was inexplicably asked and shook his head.

The thin old man laughed: Hey, boy. It's really hard for you. In the past year and a half, your kid has suffered a lot of crimes. I don't know why. You, who met me today, finally understood that there is someone who can make you die and die. My surname is Tang, and Tang Jiu is me. Let this kid go, and said to a man next to him.

Wang Jin moved his shoulders vigorously, his eyes looked around for something, and the thin old man suddenly wanted him to find his hand, and then pointed to his arms. Wang Jin thought his eyes were glazed, but he did see the white pig obediently lying on the thin old man's lap. So, I couldn't help shouting: What are you doing, let go of my white pig!

When the thin old man heard this, he didn't have any angry or surprised expression on his face, but said in a very gentle tone: What white pig, this is a gift from my Tang Sect to your Wang family. Now it's time for it to be its owner.