The real name of the garden master is Liu Tang, and he is the sect master of the Jiuyang Sect.

According to Chu Wei and Liu Xun, in recent years, the life of small and medium-sized sects in the cultivation world has become more and more difficult.

Monks also had to eat and clothe themselves, marry wives and have children, buy land, and accumulate family possessions for future generations. But silver doesn't fall from the sky, and there is no magic in the cultivation world that turns stones into gold.

If you want to earn money to support your family and live a happy life, you always have to do something.

Hundreds of years ago, small and medium-sized sects relied on the filial piety offered by their disciples when they were starting to apprentice to maintain their sect expenses.

But all the cultivation seedlings with better qualifications and wealthy families are rushing to the Four Absolute Holy Lands, and the rest of those who can come to the small and medium-sized sects to apprentice are all crooked melons and cracked dates, and the shy masters in their pockets.

In the long run, small and medium-sized sects will inevitably begin to decline.

Now it seems that the prosperity of the cultivation world of hundreds of sects competing for glory a hundred years ago no longer exists, and only dozens of big cats and kittens are still struggling to support them, and it can only be left to fate when they can last.

Rong Fei felt a little unbelievable at first, no matter how small the sect was, at least the sect was full of cultivators, and in the eyes of ordinary people, they were all fairy-like figures. Not to mention the brocade clothes and jade food, agar and jade liquid all day long, but it should also be food and clothing.

How can it be mixed to the point of extinction?

Hearing Rong Fei raise such a question, Chu Wei and Liu Tang both looked at Rong Fei with strange eyes, which probably meant that this was not obvious?

As you said, monks are like immortals in the eyes of the common people.

What is Immortal?

High up, fairy wind bones, meal wind and dew, do not eat the fireworks of the world...

Immortals can't go to the fields to weave cloth, set up stalls to sell vegetables, and walk the streets and alleys shouting to sell groceries.

But apart from the practice and the unskilled work, the monks have nothing else.

In order to save expenses and avoid people's eyes, some of the sects that had been glorious and beautiful and could not let go of their children moved to the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests, and made a living by reclaiming wasteland, fishing and hunting, and they were completely extinct after two or three generations.

Some sects with special cultivation skills or unique mental methods will receive an invitation from the Four Absolute Holy Lands and merge their sects into the Four Absolute Holy Lands, so far there is no such sect.

The remaining part of the sect is to put down face, or to be a guest for officials and gentry, or to do business, or to farm, or to engage in some undignified business. No matter what others think of me, I make sure I can survive first.

The Hehuan Sect and the Jiuyang Sect belong to the last type.

Retreat to the mountains and forests can't bear the loneliness, and if you want to join the Four Absolute Holy Lands, people can't look down on it, so you can only find a way out by yourself.

Because the two cases are close to each other, they often move around each other on weekdays, and the relationship is relatively close.

One night three years ago, when Chu Wei and Liu Tang were drinking together and thinking about where the sect should go, a black-clothed masked man who called himself Twelve Lang came uninvited, saying that there was an extremely profitable business to introduce to the two.

At first, the two of them still resisted a little after hearing about it, after all, it was too hurtful and harmful, and destroyed the people's humanity. But at that time, the situation of the two sects was really extremely difficult, and most of the disciples had already retreated, and the scene of the trees falling and scattering was already close at hand.

In addition, the profits of this business that Twelve Lang said were really too tempting, and the two of them agreed to accept it after discussing a few words with the strength of wine.

After that, everything including the location of Kyoto Castle, how the business works, how to train women, how to attract customers, and so on, all of which were completed by the two of them.

And in return, Twelve Lang only asked that Paradise could only buy the goods from him.

That is, women, children, and handsome men for the pleasure of guests.

The two also asked suspiciously, since Twelve Lang has his own source of goods and knows that he should operate now, why not do this business himself.

Twelve Lang replied that the risk of self-production and self-sale is too high, and once there is a problem in a certain link, being touched by Shun Teng is the end of being wiped out. And I have limited energy, and I can't manage so many things.

As it is now, even if

The Garden of Paradise was destroyed by the government, and because the two did not know the true identity of Tshiro, Twelvelang could sit back and relax. On the other hand, if Twelve Lang was captured by the government, he also promised that he would not confess to the Garden of Paradise.

The identity of Twelve Lang is indeed extremely mysterious, and in the more than three years since he ran the Elysium Garden, the two of them have only seen him three or four times, and every time they cover their heads and faces, they deliberately change the tone of their voices.

Even whether these twelve langs are male or female, the two have not been able to figure it out so far.

Another point of interrogation is whether the two of them have a roster of guests in the Elysium.

Today, forty-two court officials and more than a dozen wealthy gentlemen from Kyoto Castle were arrested red-handed in Paradise, but these are not the only guests who have visited Paradise.

Thinking of the tragic situation of those women and children being abused, Rong Fei hated it so much that he vowed to find out all the beasts and punish them severely.

The twelve animal officials who were temporarily and secretly detained by the East Factory, Rong Fei will also keep a close eye on it, if Jia Shen dares to break his promise, Rong Fei doesn't mind going to the East Factory to make a fuss.

Unfortunately, from the day the Elysium officially opened for business, all the guests who came here wore a uniform hooded cloak to cover their heads, faces and figures, as required by Twelve. The same goes for brokers, including those who introduce customers.

Whether it is a guest or a broker, Tshiro is strictly forbidden to inquire into their identities.

Even in the course of abusive pleasure, guests are required to wear a black veil to cover their faces so as not to reveal their identities.

It is also because of this business strategy of extremely protecting the privacy of guests that Elysium will attract so many famous people to patronize.

In this way, Rong Fei's plan fell through.

This Twelve Lang is really a good means!

After carefully scrutinizing the testimony of Chu Wei and Liu Tang, Rong Fei returned to the underground prison again, took out the key and opened a prison cell.

Although it was already bright outside, it was still dark inside, and the biggest difference between the cells of the other yamen was that there was not even a small window to breathe.

More gloomy and damp, more depressing.

Rong Fei stood at the door of the prison and did not rush in, listening intently to the movement inside.

In the darkness there was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and chains clattering against each other.

Because the people inside were locked up in the shackles of the immortals, Rong Fei didn't have to worry about being attacked.

The reason why I stood at the door of the prison for a while was to create more psychological pressure on the people who were locked up inside, so that the interrogation that would take place would be carried out next.

The grinding of clothes and the clash of chains gradually stopped, replaced by heavy gasps.

Feeling that the atmosphere was almost over, Rong Fei lit the fire and walked into the prison to light the oil lamp on the table.

The tip of the cotton wick soaked in lamp oil ignited a bean-sized flame, emitting a faint yellow light.

Even if it was so weak, it still made Hua Gu, who had long been accustomed to the darkness, extremely uncomfortable, and raised a hand to block it.

Rong Fei sat down on the chair behind the table, and waited for Hua Gu to put down her palms and squint at herself before asking.

"How are you recovering from your injuries, do you want to eat something and drink some water?"

Hua Gu didn't answer, just stared at Rong Fei, her eyes full of hatred.

"What shall I call you, Hua Gu? Or seventeen? Or do you remember your real name?"

Hua Gu's wheezing voice became heavier and heavier, her chest rose and fell sharply, and the hatred in her eyes seemed to have substance.

"The reason why you hate me so much is because of He Huan."

Hearing the name He Huan, Hua Gu's body shook as if she had been electrocuted, and asked in a hoarse voice incredulously.

"You... How could it be... Do you know the name?"

Everyone has weaknesses, just like Chu Wei is afraid of death, and Liu Tang is eager to repair the broken bones all over his body.

Hua Gu was plotted by the Thirteen, and when she was dying, she muttered the name He Huan when she happened to be heard by Rong Fei, who was listening to her spirit.

He Huan, he also has a name called by numbers, or

It is said to be a code name, called Sansan.

Hua Gu is seventeen, and the person who was cut off by Rong Fei is called Four-Three, and the person who plots against Hua Gu is called Thirteen.

The mysterious man who lured Chu Wei and Liu Tang to Kyoto City to open the Paradise Garden called himself Twelve.

They all use numbers as code names, and I don't know if they belong to the same organization.

Shadow Kill!

Rong Fei found a bronze medal from the body of the black-clothed man who died in the back mountain of Tanxi Town, one side of the bronze medal was written with the word shadow killing, and the other side was painted with a beast head pattern.

Through the dialogue between Hua Gu and Sisan, as well as the unconscious murmur of the poisonous hair when he was dying, Rong Fei guessed that the man in black who died at the hands of the flower demon Rong Lan in the back mountain of Tanxi Town should be the Sansan in Hua Gu's mouth, that is, He Huan.

He Huan died at the hands of Rong Lan, and only Rong Fei and Rong Lan knew about it.

He Huan's body was brought back to the Immortal Division, and the crowd of the Immortal Division only thought that he was killed by Rong Fei.

Hua Gu and He Huan had a good relationship, thinking that Rong Fei had killed He Huan, so she disguised herself as a maid in the Golden Wind Drizzle Building to assassinate Rong Fei, wanting He Huan to take revenge.

Therefore, He Huan is Hua Gu's weakness, and it is also Rong Fei's breakthrough.

"It was He Huan who said it himself."

Rong Fei said casually.

"You're lying! He Huan is already dead, killed by you!"

Hua Gu roared angrily, and her body pounced forward with teeth and claws, but unfortunately she was firmly locked by the shackles of the immortals, and she couldn't move at all.

"Who told you that He Huan died? His identity is secret, and if he hadn't told it himself, I wouldn't have known it."

Rong Fei picked up a brush on the table and turned a circle on the tip of his fingers, and smiled slowly.

"Impossible! No way! He Huan is dead, he was killed by you, you lied to me! You lied to me! Rong Fei, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Have you seen He Huan's corpse with your own eyes?"

Hua Gu's face suddenly froze, and her roar stopped abruptly.

Yes, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death.

I didn't see He Huan's body with my own eyes, why did I think He Huan was dead?

Shadow Master?

It was the shadow lord who told him personally that He Huan was dead, and he was killed by Rong Fei of the Immortal Division.

The Shadow Lord lied to me?

He Huan is not dead!