Chapter Seventy-Three: The Evidence Is Conclusive, You Can't Argue with It
The car was already far away from the city and slowly drove towards the remote mountain road.
Yan Shifang and Kong Sanniang used the exclusive secret technique of stealing the door to destroy the traces we drove all the way.
I looked out the window at the rolling mountains, and I couldn't calm down.
"Boss, Daomeng has been investigating for so many years, but they haven't found the old bottom of the grimace rakshasa, can we really catch their horses?"
Zhang Lingchuan snorted from his nose.
"Daomeng is a fart."
"They're all a bunch of trash."
I heard this and muttered quietly.
"Anyway, they're also an organization, boss, we can't go along with each other."
Speaking of which, Yan Shifang, who has always been silent, also talked eloquently.
"Little brother Tianyi, you have not entered the world deeply, and you don't know the doorway here."
"More than ten years ago, the Dao Alliance was also somewhat famous in the rivers and lakes. At that time, the Dao Alliance was founded by Xuanyuan Daoren, the Taoist of the Quanzhen lineage. Xuanyuan Daoren's magic can be channeled, and at that time, the monsters trembled when they heard his name. At that time, there were more than a dozen people in the Dao Alliance, who subdued demons and eliminated demons, and vowed to destroy the Grimace Rakshasa to uphold righteousness in the world. β
I listened with relish, and hurriedly asked Yan Shifang: "What about later?" β
"Originally, this Xuanyuan Daoist had already found clues about the Grimace Rakshasa . He even wrote a letter to rush to the Eight Gates of the Jianghu to discuss the affairs of the Dao League. β
Yan Shifang sighed: "However, when the agreed time came, Xuanyuan Daoist himself was absent. Everyone thought that he was playing tricks, and they got up and prepared to leave. β
"At this time, the Special Investigation Bureau brought the news of the disappearance of Xuanyuan Daoren."
I listened attentively and hurriedly asked, "Didn't you say that Xuanyuan Daoist is very powerful, how could he disappear?" β
This time, it was Zhang Lingchuan who answered me.
"Xuanyuan Daoist led people to kill the corpse queen of southern Sichuan, but he never returned. The founders are all missing, and the Daomeng is gradually declining. Until recent years, they have been active in the eyes of everyone again, but today's people are not the same people as they used to be. β
It turns out that the legendary corpse king of southern Sichuan was killed by Xuanyuan Daoren.
It suddenly occurred to me that the ink bucket box handed down from the Qing Dynasty was the magic weapon that killed the corpse king of southern Sichuan.
In this way, this ink fountain box was originally the object of Xuanyuan Dao Chief.
As soon as I thought of this, I realized that the missing Xuanyuan Dao Master was afraid that he was long gone.
Zhang Lingchuan didn't know how many turns he had made, and then he turned back.
Kong Sanniang said dissatisfied: "I have seen it with my senior brother, there is no abnormality behind me, you are going around like this, do you believe in our ability?" β
Who knew that Zhang Lingchuan suddenly put the car across the entrance, and then walked out of the car expressionlessly.
I followed closely behind, and I felt a pang of apprehension in my heart.
Kong Sanniang didn't know why, and just wanted to speak out, she was interrupted by Yan Shifang.
He lowered his voice and said, "Someone has already touched it." β
I was shocked to hear this, and along the way, I looked in the rearview mirror and didn't notice anyone behind me.
Zhang Lingchuan's eyes widened slightly, and he shouted in the direction of the grass: "Get out!" β
It's quiet all around.
There was no sound other than the cuckoo in the tree.
Kong Sanniang glanced around, and snorted coldly in a low voice: "Who is this, I think you are too suspicious!" β
I turned my head to look behind me.
It's a small road crossing, and further on, it's no man's land.
There was really no movement around, but I became more vigilant.
Zhang Lingchuan rolled his eyes, bowed his head and cursed: "Fuck, look for death!" β
After speaking, he casually broke off a branch from the branch, and after reciting a few incantations at random, he broke it directly.
"Ahh
A scream came from the bushes not far away.
I looked at his clothes: "It's a member of the Dao Alliance!" β
Zhang Lingchuan snorted coldly: "You talk about the scenery and the moon, but in fact, you are doing things like stealing chickens and touching dogs, this is your Dao Alliance?" β
Kong Sanniang frowned slightly: "How could they escape my eyes." β
I know that the thief organization is not the same as the ordinary petty thief.
They have undergone very cruel training since they were young, seeing six ways, listening to all directions, and playing with their hands and feet.
If only these people could hide from Kong Sanniang's eyes.
I gasped: "Boss, didn't you say that these people are all waste, they are very good at hiding their figures." β
Zhang Lingchuan dropped a sentence speechlessly: "It's a fart." β
"They expected early in the morning that we would come to Qianjimen, but I am afraid that we have been hiding in the forest and waiting for several days."
After hearing this, Kong Sanniang turned her head and asked him, "How did you find out about them?" β
Zhang Lingchuan laughed angrily: "I didn't find it at all, but I guessed it." β
"I'm afraid that this trip is not just from the Dao Alliance. The rest of the Taoist friends, don't hide, come out together and show your face. β
It's not just people from the Dao Alliance?
My face darkened.
Damn, this trip was a bit weird.
originally thought that he could hang the grimace rakshasa out, but who knew that what came out were a bunch of familiar faces.
Under Zhang Lingchuan's scolding, many heads came out of the forest.
"I said when these rice buckets will have this ability, dare to show off under my nose, it turns out that there is a Qimen heir."
Qimen is what we call Qimen Dunjia.
Zhang Lingchuan's bedside book "Luban Secret Book" records that Qimen Dunjia contains many laws of magic.
The "Encyclopedia of Chinese Mystical Culture" called Qimen Dunjia "the culmination of Chinese Fangshu Chinese style", and some people even said that as long as they are familiar with Qimen Dunjia, they can strategize and win thousands of miles away.
Therefore, it is not uncommon for them to set up a formation and blind everyone.
The old man of Qimen has a boxy face.
As soon as he appeared, he was furious.
He stretched out two fingers and stretched out to Zhang Lingchuan: "Zhang Lingchuan, you abusive thing, I will kill you to do the right thing for heaven!" β
I couldn't get angry, so I immediately stopped in front of Zhang Lingchuan and scolded him: "You old thing, what nonsense." β
"My senior brother died in the hands of the Thousand Machine Gate secret weapon, and today I came to ask for an explanation! Zhang Lingchuan, I know that you have a lot to do with Qianjimen, I'm afraid that you won't be able to get out of the matter of hurting my senior brother! β
Kong Sanniang couldn't hold it back, and scolded with her hands on her waist: "You old Deng, don't spew blood!" β
At this time, another little Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe also pointed at us angrily.
"Isn't it strange that my master sculpted demons all his life, but finally died at the hands of a zombie?"
I snorted coldly: "I'm afraid it's because your master is not good at learning." β
"Whew! Afterwards, after the elders of the sect checked, they found that the zombie had been tampered with, and there were many hidden weapons hidden in it. My master was also killed by Qianjimen, and we want to ask for an explanation today! β
And that's not all.
Immediately afterwards, another heroine dressed in white stood up indignantly: "We are tired of the door too!" What kind of doctor does not treat himself, it is clearly a secret plot of a thousand machine gates! β
"We're tooβ"
The crowd was furious and surrounded us.
I couldn't help but be a little worried.
Zhang Lingchuan and I are not frail people. But Kong Sanniang and Yan Shifang are good at stealing things, not good at fighting.
If the two sides are at war, we will surely suffer.
I turned my head and asked him, "Boss, what's the matter?" β
Before Zhang Lingchuan could say anything, I saw a familiar face slowly walking out from the depths of the forest.
"Zhang Lingchuan, the evidence is conclusive, you can't argue."
"Today, there are only two paths before you. First, take us up the mountain and find a thousand doors to settle accounts. Second, you paid off the blood debt of these sects for Qianjimen! β