Ignoring the movement downstairs, Chen Zhuo followed Mr. Rui to a private room.

As soon as I entered the room, there were more than 20 people, large and small, men, women and children. The women are all wearing light makeup behind their eyebrows, with black hair, a cheongsam that is split almost to the waist, faintly seeing the beautiful spring, sitting on a sandalwood round stool against the wall, charming eyes like silk, as if they have been waiting for a long time, leaning on the people next to them dozing.

The men are all dressed in horse coats and robes, some wearing felt hats, some wearing melon skin hats, and it seems that they are lined up in a row, crowded to the front, young and old, sitting upright.

In front of everyone, a total of five chairs were placed, two were empty, among which sat three elderly people, the middle was an old woman, silver hair in a bun, looking old, in such weather, wearing a big jacket, wrapped in a thin body.

And in front of everyone, there is a shrine incense case.

On the desk was an air-dried human head, with sunken eye sockets, withered flesh and blood, and a pair of shriveled eyes like dried raisins, exuding a faint smell of corpses.

Looking at the flat fracture, if Chen Zhuo remembers correctly, it should be Feng Jianqing's head.

Three thick incense sticks stood in front of the shrine, the smoke was filling, and the candles on both sides seemed to be lit.

With the red candle flame, you can see that there are four big characters in the shrine,

"No mother."

I saw Chen Zhuo come in.

Everyone looked at it.

"Auntie, you haven't heard from me yet?"

Although Chen Zhuo has not yet worshiped his mother, he has already made a name for himself, and he has killed Prince Yi, and the great protector of the Dharma is a sure thing.

Sweeping around, this elegant room is exactly the same as the one in the capital, except for the more shrine incense case.

To be able to set up such a room in such a dusty place, either because you are full of food and support, or when you reach a certain level, you have to refine your heart and break your desires.

There are only two schools of Buddhism and Taoism who are willing to practice this kind of kung fu.

After meeting Gu Yu and her aunt at the beginning, Chen Zhuo had calculated the other party's age in his heart, and he was definitely at least twenty years older than the one he saw. Moreover, the person's eyebrows are full of energy, his eyes are introverted, and his breath is long and scary.

Outside the window, it was pouring rain.

"No news has come back yet."

Mr. Ruixu is good at maintenance, and his hands are delicate, so he went into the house and picked a seat to sit down.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the people in the room, "I heard that the Empress Dowager Xi has arrived in Xijing, either she hasn't done it, or she hasn't done it yet...... The timing was wrong, and if she didn't come back before winter, she would be dead. ”

The way to escape to the west was unsuccessful, and now the Queen Mother of the West has entered Xijing, which will only be more difficult, and the chances of victory are slim.

An old man said in a deep voice: "The progress of this matter is not yet known, so it is not appropriate to conclude in advance. ”

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, smiled faintly, and said: "I said how did you rush so quickly along the way, it seems that you are not a big family, you can't control the field, and those three sects and nine streams below can't be suppressed." ”

He can see that the "Golden Building" is the property of the White Lotus Sect on the surface, but the three heavens have their own masters, how can they allow one family to be dominant, and they all guard this piece of fat and want to share the money; There are also those prostitutes, either the lower plate is stable or the breath is strong, or the weight under their feet is amazing, it is clear that the masters of the outside family and the masters of the inner family have gathered together.

This building is a mixed river and lake.

"But since I'm here, it's very easy to do, it's nothing more than to buy a few more coffins, so don't save money."

As he spoke, he had unbuttoned his green shirt and taken off his clothes, and his elite upper body was suddenly stained with a blood-red color under the candlelight, reflecting the criss-crossing scars all over his body.

There was a futon in front of the incense case, he walked over and sat down cross-legged, and two young women wearing cheongsams came over when they saw this.

Both of them held a brush in their hands, dipped in the red ink formed by cinnabar, bent down and committed, drawing wisps of dragon and snake-like traces on Chen Zhuo's body, meandering back and forth, outlining and forming, and disappearing into a giant talisman.

This is a ritual before initiation.

"Then it's going to be a big trouble...... I heard that Yin Fu was killed by you? ”

As the old woman spoke, her words changed suddenly, a little surprised, and a little surprised.

They White Lotus Sect don't know how many people have died under Yin Fu's hands over the years, in that dragon pan land, this person can be described as invincible in the world, and he doesn't want to die like this.

Chen Zhuopan sat still, lowering his eyes, "Not bad." ”

"Okay."

A simple conversation, ushered in a compliment.

Chen Zhuo listened silently.

Thinking of the scene before Yin Fu's death, he had quite mixed feelings.

However, this matter is probably not over, Gong Baotian is just that, those secret disciples will definitely have someone to come to regain their reputation, and they will never give up.

You must know that the reputation of a martial arts master is enough to make many people forget about life and death.

As soon as the old ghost Yin died, those secret masters would definitely not be able to suppress Gong Baotian alone, this move was to kill people with a knife, and those who dared to skip Gong Baotian and rise to the top, in the name of avenging the master, must be restless, and they also paved the way for Gong Baotian, so as to inherit the position of the head of the gossip.

I have to say that the old ghost is really ruthless enough, ruthless to others, even more ruthless to himself, and he has to make a stumbling block before he dies. How can the reputation given away be so easy to get, for him, it is a transaction, and it is also a disguised reconciliation, but the premise is that it can be received.

Mr. Rui continued: "Many secret masters in the Bagua Gate have issued rewards, and many people are looking for you all over the world, and many of them are also coming to the south. ”

"Ignore them for now, and then settle the matter in the building."

Chen Zhuo was indifferent when he heard this.

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as Yin Fu looking up to him, as for explaining the truth, he didn't think about it at all. He wants to take this reputation, and he also wants to protect Yin Fu's reputation, as well as the reputation of Baguamen.

I can only grit my teeth and carry it to death.

In the effort between speaking, Chen Zhuo's body has become a talisman.

At this time, the old man spoke: "The marshal of the sect has sent a message, although you are the protector of the Holy Sect, your status is the same as that of the young shopkeeper, so we will call you the young shopkeeper...... There are many branches of my Holy Sect, a total of more than 20 forces, all over the north and south of the river, all over the world, there are 21 guardian kings, 100 and 8 hall masters, the head of the sect marshal and the deputy head of the sect are respected, and the less shopkeeper is the next ......"

Chen Zhuo was puzzled and asked, "What about the sect leader?" ”

The old woman was silent for a while, and replied: "The old shopkeeper has been missing many years ago, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. The deputy head of the sect has lived in Shanghai for a long time, and the marshal in charge of the sect is your aunt, living in Foshan, Guangzhou, Lin Heier, you have seen, she is the king of the Dharma all the way, living in Jinmen, who is the young shopkeeper, I don't need to say that you already know who it is, living in Hong Kong. ”

After hearing this, Chen Zhuo twisted his eyebrows, "It seems that the deputy sect leader and the sect marshal don't deal with each other." ”

It's just that seeing that no one dared to respond, he didn't ask too much, but smiled lightly and took the three sticks of incense handed over.

"If there are any troubles, let's talk about them together, we can do it, and we can help you solve it."

The silver-haired old woman said in a surprising voice: "Some time ago, a young man came to the building, saying that he came back from Liuyang, and wanted to buy a life from us, and the price was very expensive. ”

Chen Zhuoqi said: "Whose life? ”

The woman said: "General Guangzhou! ”

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