Ling Duxian, the prefect of Songjiang, is a thin middle-aged man who looks upright, and the clothes he wears are not extraordinarily luxurious, and the crown on his head is only worn with a wooden hairpin, but this dress is very comfortable to look at.

He is comfortable for himself, and others are comfortable when they see it, so it is easier to get close.

Everyone rushed up, and he greeted him again and again, and only named four or five people in his mouth, but his demeanor made everyone feel that their enthusiasm had been reciprocated, so they smiled even more.

"Let me introduce you, this is Shamen Dao Master."

Ling Duxian smiled, "The Taoist is a noble person from the north, and today I heard that there is a Buddhist and Taoist conference here, so I came to observe it." ”

Shamen is another name for Buddhism, but that person is completely dressed as a Taoist priest, this awkward taste, put in a serious place, I am afraid that some Taoist monks who only know Qing cultivation feel strange.

But those present, although they wore scars and buns, and looked like a group of great virtues and high merits, they were great virtues in Vanity Fair, and high merits in the gold and silver treasury.

The world is insightful, the human feelings are practiced, and there is no difference on everyone's face, only admiration and admiration, and there is a tacit understanding.

There was a middle-aged man who had joined the foreign religion and opened a church, and at this moment he was familiar with the road, and began to do the work of a servant, personally took the tray, and handed two tall glasses with fine wine to the nobleman.

Ling Duxian took the wine glass and said with a smile in his mouth: "This Brother Simon Peter is modest and easy-going on weekdays, and he doesn't care about doing these little things about handing wine, but in fact, he has a very wide range of doors, and even the mansion has to give him three points." ”

Simon Peter hurriedly said: "The prefect has praised it, what is my little way?" If I expected it to be true, the wine used in this year's conference was the finest of the Dutch royal wineries, and the prefect's door was called the hand and eye to the sky! ”

"Oh?"

Shamen Daoist looked at the rippling red wine in the cup and said, "The wine of the former Qing royal family, this seat has drunk too much, but the foreign royal family is rare, and Songjiang Mansion is really prosperous." ”

"Then please ask the Taoist chief to appreciate his face and evaluate one or two."

The prefect clinked glasses with him lightly and took a sip each.

But after taking a sip of wine, the faces of both of them changed slightly.

Shamen Dao Chief's expression was awe-inspiring, his eyes were like cold electricity, and he glanced at everyone.

The happy atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the surrounding monks and Taoists showed puzzled looks.

Ling Duxian wrinkled his eyebrows, and his gaze swept from the anxious Ximen Peter to the hosts of Maitreya Temple, Fuxian Jungle, Hongsheng Dawang Temple, Pox Temple, Huatuo Temple and other parties.

Not counting the kind of earthen temples in the village, there are hundreds of temples in Songjiang Mansion, large and small, and these people he just swept are the most extravagant, in other words, they are also the most likely to have some connections outside Songjiang Mansion.

The envoy of the Congenital Sect came back to Songjiang Mansion to discuss the large-scale reclamation of tobacco fields with the prefect's yamen, and the news may not be completely covered, and if it leaks out, it will cause some reactions, which is also expected, but ......

"Poisoning is too much."

Ling Duxian's words caused everyone to change color, and they hurriedly retreated, distancing themselves from others, and didn't dare to trust the "friends" around him who were still talking about the past and the present.

That's how you want to react!

Without waiting for everyone to open their mouths to argue for themselves, Ling Duxian had already captured what he wanted from everyone's dynamics.

The Taoist priests of Dongyue Temple, Shouquan and Fuxing, behaved differently, they had never come over like others before, and at this time they had actually hid at the border of the manor.

But the biggest difference was not the two of them, but a young man leaning on the pillar of the gazebo, still holding a wine glass, and tasting it in small sips.

"Sure enough, those who have cultivated the Three Dantians, even if they can't find the Xuanyin Sword Plague hidden elsewhere, as long as the Sword Plague spell enters the body of this kind of master, it will be immediately detected and wiped out."

Su Hanshan spat out the wine, looked at the prefect of Songjiang and the head of Shamen, and said softly, "It seems that this method is still too rough, and it was completely dissolved by you in an instant, but with this moment of effort, I can be considered to have some understanding of you." ”

Among the group of Taoist monks, the enlightened Taoist priest who belonged to Huatuo Temple at this time was the most shocked, and there was a sense of fear that he didn't look at the yellow calendar when he went out.

But before he could come up with an appropriate response, he felt like his limbs were leaking air, and he sat down with soreness and weakness.

Not only him, but almost all the people who came earlier than the prefect suddenly couldn't feel their internal strength, couldn't feel the existence of the dantian meridians, flesh and bones, and were paralyzed to the ground, unable to even lift the strength to speak.

The guards of the Songjiang prefect held the hilt of their swords one after another, and wanted to rush forward, but they were stopped by Ling Duxian raising his hand.

"Judging by your demeanor, you don't look like a foreigner's subordinate."

Ling Duxian still held his breath, "I don't know if it's from the west or from the south?" ”

Su Hanshan said with a smile: "You don't have to worry, I don't represent any forces, but I just have some opinions on Songjiang Mansion, and I'm ready to help you rectify it." ”

Ling Duxian laughed and arched his hand: "In this position, although the mansion is in this position, although it is exhausted, and there are so many humerus ministers here to help, and the village sages and gentry are assisted, but after all, no one is perfect, and there must be shortcomings." ”

"If you have any opinions, you can put forward one or two first, and we will discuss and discuss, so we don't have to make the scene so ugly."

Su Hanshan said: "If you are willing to accept opinions, then it is best." The so-called rectifier, of course, means ......"

The wine glass in his hand shattered, "Change it all!" ”

The shattered wine glasses turned into countless shiny powders, but they did not scatter in all directions, but all shot towards the prefect of Songjiang.

The whole canopy powder is like a sharp cone seven or eight inches long, but it is far more dangerous than a complete cone.

Every bit of broken glass in it has enough force to penetrate several inches of iron plate, and once it encounters obstacles, it will collide with each other, forming a sawtooth-like and scissor-like rotary cut.

The broken glass in the back will chase after the broken glass in front, so that the attack will increase its lethality the moment it encounters obstacles.

But against this attack, it is also something small, sharp.

It was Shamen Dao Chang who made the shot.

Although the prefect of Songjiang has the cultivation of the three dantians, it is not famous for being able to fight well.

The four major forces were grinding over the Songjiang realm back then, and those who were really tough and good at fighting were either recruited and taken away, or they died without corpses.

What they need is a prefect's yamen, an organization that is good at running and collecting money, and there is no need for local people who work in it, how strong they are.

Shamen Daoist is one of the protectors of the Innate Sect, and this self-cultivation that he has cultivated in decades of southern and northern wars is fast enough to react and respond accurately.

A dusty rod on his shoulder, with a shake of his right hand, swept forward, the top of the dust was fluffy and opened, and three thousand silver filaments shot forward.

Each silver filament stabbed a piece of broken glass, and as the thread churned forward, it removed the surrounding broken glass band.

The silk thread has enough length that the glass powder, before they have time to collide with each other, is glued to different positions of the silk thread and taken away.

"Even if you are really a person from both sides of Xu and He, don't want to be presumptuous in front of this seat!"

The Shamen Daoist reprimanded angrily, and the dust in his hand turned and whipped towards the pool.

His vision was smart enough to see the power of the glass powder just now, and although he was still confident in his heart, he didn't dare to be careless.

In the moment of this dust, it had already been transported with ten successes, and the soft silver filaments were combined into a strand, and the air was forcibly expelled.

The speed at which the silver filament extended, breaking through the speed of sound, left a clear circle of white marks in the air.

This rod is not an ordinary blade, the silver wire used is not only tough, but it is difficult for a big man to cut one with scissors, and it has strong ductility.

In the longest state of the silver wire, it can be equivalent to 50 times the relaxed state.

The bronze steed in the pool was whipped by the head of the Shamen Dao, and was shattered like powder, and before it exploded around, it was swept up by the dust stirred by the shaking circle, and smashed into the pool water together.

As we all know, copper and iron do not have the ability to absorb water like clay sponges.

However, when the copper and iron turned into powder, when the silver wires that stirred the copper and iron powder were densely covered with thick and thick true qi, the powder of copper and iron and the pool water suddenly merged into one, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

The martial arts practiced by the Shamen Daoist are called the "Three Altars Haihui True Scripture", which is the secret art of the White Lotus Sect.

At the time of the Yuan and Ming dynasties, the White Lotus Sect was already very powerful, and it once had the atmosphere of subverting the rule of the dynasty as a leader.

But in the Qing Dynasty, many of those who claimed to be the White Lotus Sect were actually fooled by local officials, and they insisted on placing the name of the White Lotus Sect on the local peasant uprising.

The reason is simple.

From Shunzhi to Jiaqing, the various uprisings of the people have basically not been interrupted, not to mention those that are too small in scale and not worth recording, just leaving a pen in the history books, basically every three or two years, all come up with a case.

However, the Huanghuang Qing Dynasty, known as the prosperous era of Kangqian, if you say it clearly, that is, the local people can't hold on, and they always want to impact the official government, then how can you talk about the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty, inherit the orthodoxy of Zhu Ming, kill the thieves, and conform to the principles of heaven and people.

So the White Lotus Sect has become an almighty object, not that the lower officials are careless, but that the White Lotus Demon Party is demagoguery.

What's more, the White Lotus Sect has a historical origin, and it is not a sect that originated in the Qing Dynasty, and it is impossible to count the root to the magistrates.

Regardless of whether it was a fishermen's uprising, a tenant farmer's uprising, or if there were really other sects taking advantage of the situation, all in the name of the White Lotus Demon Party, even if everyone was happy.

Many well-intentioned people in the people saw that the White Lotus Sect had such a great influence on the official face, and the self-created sect was also willing to climb and pretend to be it.

However, in the Jiaqing period, there was a White Lotus Sect chaos in the early years of Jiaqing, and the accident that rushed into the Forbidden City in the eighteenth year of Jiaqing.

Even now entrenched in the Forbidden City, Panlian Taihang, and Qilu, as one of the three giants, the Innate Sect, at least in terms of martial arts, really has the true inheritance of the White Lotus.

This "Three Altars Haihui True Scripture", in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, was cultivated to Dacheng by the White Lotus Sect Leader Han Shantong and Liu Futong.

When they attacked, they did not use copper and iron as weapons, and they could stir the air by pulling a coarse cloth at will, just like turning over a river and turning the sea.

In the course of the battle, absorb the sand and stones, smash the enemy's blade, and make the coarse cloth in his hand more and more powerful, stained with blood, showing a great victory and boosting morale.

Just like in the legend, the three altars of the sea will be the great god and the third prince of Nezha.

The soldiers and horses of the White Lotus Sect, in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, were called the Red Turban Army, and the whole army wore red scarves to intimidate the enemy.

Its source is also to imitate the "Chaotian Aya" in the hands of the White Lotus Sect Master.

The strength of Shamen Daoist is not much inferior to Han Shantong back then.

Although he is not on the battlefield now, he uses the dust to absorb the weight of the bronze horse and the water full of water, and the power will only become thicker.

The whole dust, like an angry dragon, broke through the surrounding stones of the pool and killed towards Su Han Mountain.

Rumble!!!

Cast from ash masonry, this pavilion is more than ten times stronger than ordinary wooden buildings.

Under the sweep of the top of the dust, the four pillars were broken, the roof collapsed, and the frame fell apart completely.

The foot of Su Han Mountain didn't seem to move, but the figure avoided the dust and moved a few feet to the side.

Shamen Dao did not retreat, and in the long whistle, the dust in his hand shook out phantoms.

Use internal force to absorb the water of the pond, even including the bronze horse, but anyone in the true form realm can basically do it.

But the most rare thing is that Shamen Dao Chang changed his weapon into such a weight and length, still a combination of rigidity and softness.

Between the shaking of the thick dragon-like dust, except for the top that can suppress the air, the rest of the wave-like parts of each part, swaying up and down, sweeping left and right, also have enough force to knock a small western-style building.

The control of Shamen Dao Chief's moves was very accurate, and he didn't waste any of it on those people on the ground, but just the wave of qi brought by the shaking of the dust swept all the people who were paralyzed on the ground and fell far away.

The glass windows on the second and third floors of those small western-style buildings were shaken by the air wave and cracked one after another.

The guards of the prefect did their best to hold their footsteps, hurriedly protected the prefect, withdrew from the manor, and went out.

The horses that stayed outside the manor were agitated, and retreated in the strong wind that spread from the manor.

Chaotian Aya, Chaotian Aya, dare to give such a name, it really has a terrifying divine power.

Grass debris kept flying, mixing in the dust, so that the power and sophistication of this move are still rising.

But under the terrible power that made the whole garden house be disturbed.

Su Hanshan's figure emitted a golden light, flashing seven times in succession.

These seven flashes are dangerous, and each time it seems to pass by the dust.

But this kind of body is the most accurate and fast.

After seven consecutive flashes, Su Hanshan narrowed the distance between the enemy and me to nothing.

Shamen Dao Chief's eyelids widened, he didn't expect that his trick would be cracked so easily by the other party.

What he caught in his eyes was not even one figure, but multiple figures stacked on top of each other.

That's because Su Hanshan's speed is too fast, and the vision of a master like him hasn't been fully adjusted.

But his left palm didn't have time to think about it, and met the palm that the other party slapped.

Boom!!!

Shamen Dao Chang didn't hear the muffled sound of the palms in his ears, only heard a crane chirp that seemed to be about to break his heart's soul, and he only felt a surging and extremely pure internal strength, which was hard pressed over.

The solid foundation is fighting, and the pure masculine and rigid power is stronger than Shamen Dao.

After fighting with one palm, Shamen Dao Chang did not take half a step back, but his whole body was shocked, his seven orifices were oozing blood, and he almost closed his breath, and there were many acupuncture points all over his body, which were sealed by the power of backlash.

"Strange, why did you rush to make the first bird?"

He seemed to have heard that Su Hanshan had left a word beside him.

"Don't you know that the prefect dissolved my spell far faster than you?"

(End of chapter)