And so three days passed.

Cui Xiuran locked himself in his study, and he searched through every book and found no record of the Fat God Sect.

When the two big fat men swaggered into the City Lord's Mansion, he felt that the two of them were not good.

Sure enough, he was drugged in the pond, assassinated King Wenchang, and charged him with witch rebellion.

You must know that the most taboo witchcraft of the Han King today, although he believes him on the surface and asks him to investigate this matter thoroughly, once the matter comes to light, whether he is innocent or not, he will inevitably die.

Looking at the straw man who was put on the desk with the name of King Wenchang on his desk at some point, and was covered with silver needles, Cui Xiuran covered his head and had a headache.

This is definitely not done alone!

Yes, the two of them must have done it together!

Fengxuan King Cui Xiuran clenched his fists and slammed them on the metasequoia desk behind half a palm, shattering the stacks of books that were stacked haphazardly, revealing a copy of "Fengming Historical Records".

"Fengtian God Sect!"

King Fengxuan gritted his teeth, eager to devour the Fengtian God Sect alive, picked up the "Fengming Historical Records" and flipped through it from the beginning.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and when he saw the "History of Dajue Temple", he suddenly raised his head, and a pair of sharp eyes swept over the scarecrow, crushing it casually, turning it into wilted powder and floating from his fingers to the desk.

"Someone!"

"I'm going to cross you devil!"

Han Tianhong recited the "Great Day Nyorai Diamond Sutra" over and over again, and every time he recited it, he looked up at Wang Zimo, and added by the way: "I'm going to cross your devil!"

At this time, Wang Zimo followed Han Tianhong to learn the Diamond Sutra secretly, and at the same time, he used Wuji Spiritual Qi to refine his body according to the body quenching method of the Great Yan Sutra.

In Kunxu, he didn't feel the Wuji aura, and the natural quenching chapter was missing. It is really unique for him to make up for what he lacks and never cultivate step by step.

Yin and yang quenching is much cleaner than Wuji quenching, if Wuji quenching is to wash off the mud on the surface of the carrot, then the yin and yang quenching is to scrape off the skin of the radish, and the five elements of quenching is to squeeze the water in the radish and replace it with gold water.

Therefore, the infinite quenching body is already dispensable for Wang Zimo. But the Infinite Aura brought him endless benefits.

Buddhism cultivates the mind.

What is important is to be calm, everything is outside, only my heart is clear.

In addition to the martial arts of Shaolin disciples, another method of Buddhist practice is the sublimation of the realm. It's like the Great Derivation Quenching Method.

Recite the Buddha and chant the scriptures to understand the Dharma.

Once the realm is sublimated, the aura of heaven and earth will independently refine the Buddha's body and reach the realm of eternal immortality. Although Wang Zimo did not practice the Buddha body, the infinite aura was full of perfection in the dantian.

The eight disks surround the main disk, like a lost person in a vacuum.

Now infused with infinite aura, the empty dantian suddenly plumped up. Wuji is chaos, and chaos is Tao. The orthodox Great Yan Sutra is to first absorb the infinite aura, expand the dantian, and then separate the yin and yang from the chaos and the Dao, and refine the Dao disk.

"I see!"

Wang Zimo's eyes lit up, like a child standing under the willow tree at the head of the bridge at the entrance of the village finally found his way home, and the hanging heart immediately let go, and he couldn't help humming a small tune and jumping up.

"It turns out that you have to fill the dantian power with Wuji Spiritual Qi before you can cultivate!"

As everyone knows, other people's dantian power is born with chaotic aura, but there are more people and fewer people. And his ......

Empty!

Shallot mixed with tofu, clear and white!

On the main road, the two mud-sealed figures suddenly shook, and then the dust fell from their eyes, and they opened their eyes to look at Chaos, and their eyes were suddenly full of fear in shock.

Wang Zimo wanted to discuss Buddhism with Han Tianhong, completely sweep away the mustard between the two from the root, and help him become a Buddha, but suddenly his heart was uplifted, and he suddenly felt that some things could not be explained.

I met King Fengxuan in Zuixuan Building that day, and the people present were clearly my mother-in-law, Bai Su, Aguma brothers and sisters, and me, how did King Fengxuan know that only one girl followed me to Jiuli?

The mother-in-law said that it was not Bai Su who cut off the head at the execution site, so who was it?

Seeing that her mother-in-law's face was not very good, she seemed to know that person.

There are traitors in the Cult of the Heavenly Gods!

When the prince meditates on things in his heart, he is still used to calling Xue Jiaoniang "mother-in-law".

After thinking about it, he resolutely got up, stared at Han Tianhong, who was coughing constantly and arguing to save himself, frowned and said, "You didn't drink the healing medicine?"

"Hmph!" Han Tianhong scoffed, "You want to use it to poison everyone in the City Lord's Mansion, do you still want to use it to poison me?"

"Do you like to drink or not!" Wang Zimo said and turned around and strode out of the temple.

"Where are you going?"

"City Lord's Mansion!" Prince Mo said coldly, "If you want to live, don't follow!"

Where in the world is there any healing elixir?

The porcelain vase that Wang Zimo gave to Han Tianhong was filled with ordinary lake water, and the healing was to treat Han Tianhong's heart wounds and dissolve the mustard between Wang Zimo and Han Tianhong.

A reed crossing the river slowly emerged from the bottom of Wang Zimo's feet, and turned into an afterimage in the blink of an eye, like a reed drifting on the water, and disappeared from view as soon as the waves appeared.

Han Tianhong tried his best to chase out, but he didn't catch anything, and returned to Dajue Temple in a daze, and was suddenly blocked by a group of officers and soldiers with soldiers in their hands.

"King Fengxuan is acting in a good show today, and the little one is almost overwhelmed!"

In the study of the City Lord's Mansion, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in a dark corner, and King Fengxuan didn't raise his head, and snorted coldly.

"What, are you reminding me of the crime of killing my father? What you want in the Heavenly God Sect is the head of King Wenchang, and what I want is this Fengming City, the rightful city lord. Everyone has their own gains, the best of both worlds, what are you afraid of?"

"Yes, what King Fengxuan said is true! but ......"

"No, you go back tonight and take off that Wang Mo's head, the remnants of the Lu family, the murderer, what this king wants is not this poor and remote Fengming City, but the city of Jingzhou!"

Remnant clouds obscured the last quarter of the moon.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is the time to kill. Wang Zimo broke into the city lord's mansion alone at night, and he was not stupid enough to kill people.

He always felt weird along the way, and there were some people following him wherever he went. Many of these people have murderous intentions, but they are fleeting, and they are gradually moving away with the movement of his footsteps, as if they have been killed by someone from the shadows.

When Wang Zimo passed by Zuixuan Tower, he heard a pig-killing howl from the second floor, and a handful of hot blood suddenly dyed red on the windowsill paper-cut, and then poked out half of his head from the window and smiled at Wang Zimo: "Hello young master!"

The man had a beardless face, a thief's eyebrows, a hair like steel nails standing on end, and a Xuanhua board axe on his back to wipe the blood from the windowsill.

The prince was stunned.

It was the Duke of Linde who was sent by the King of Han to supervise King Fengxuan who was killed!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Suddenly there were three bowstring vibrations on the roof of the Zuixuan Building, and as soon as Wang Zimo looked up, he saw three arrows shooting towards the front door.

Before he could be frightened, he saw the roof tiles suddenly fly, and the assassin who shot the arrow was wrapped in the tiles in the blink of an eye, and when the tiles dispersed, only a pile of black clothes remained, and the roof was spread out with a "poof".

Xue Jiaoniang flew out of the drunken Xuan Tower, grabbed three arrows with her probing hands, turned around and smiled at the roof, and immediately asked Wang Zimo: "Where is Mo'er going to go?"

Wang Zimo pointed awkwardly to the front. "City Lord's Mansion. ”

"Auntie is going with you!"

Castle Lord's Mansion.

King Fengxuan had already gotten the news. He tossed and turned under tremendous pressure.

First, King Wenchang died in the City Lord's Mansion, and then Duke Linde died in Zuixuan Tower. All the people sent by the King of Han were killed, and then it was not those idle little princes King Fengxuan was suddenly anxious, and hurriedly ordered the guards to strengthen the guard, and it was necessary to protect the safety of the princes in the capital.

"Come on, set up a white tent, and send your deceased father!"

The prince was led by Xue Jianniang to the city lord's mansion, and along the way, there were constantly bounty hunters who participated in the assassination and became the corpses of the protectors of the water rudder of the Fengtian God Sect.

The two swaggered into the majestic palace gate, but met the funeral procession.

Sixteen people carried two scarlet coffins, and the city lord's mansion was covered in white.

The maidservant who was carrying the paper money saw that someone was blocking the road without long eyes, and immediately lowered her head and stopped her steps.

Stop, stop.

The scarlet coffin hung on the wrist-thick hemp rope, dangling around, but the porter who carried the coffin was as steady as Mount Tai, and they all stopped to look back at King Fengxuan who was riding on horseback at the back.

"Today's father's funeral is inconvenient to pick up guests!"

After saying that, the guards in white drew their swords one after another, staring at Xue Jianniang and waiting.

"King Fengxuan, I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding, I came with Mo'er with me!"

When Xue Jiaoniang's words landed, two heads flew over from mid-air, and with two "dong dong" sounds, they landed steadily on the coffin of the old city lord.