Among the mansions.

The Taoists quietly blended into the believers of the Sanyang Society, who came and went.

Zhang Jiao used the eyes of the Taoists, and in a trance, he actually saw an old acquaintance, Liu Hao.

It's just that time has passed, and things have long been different.

Liu Hao, who walked in front of him at this moment, was no longer what Zhang Jiao had in his impression.

His face was three-colored, dressed in a gorgeous robe, followed by four sturdy believers, and he hurriedly walked to the depths of the mansion, looking very capable, how could he still have the immaturity when he was in Beiguan City.

Zhang Jiao finally shook his head after looking at the three-color alternating pupils in his eyes, but he didn't feel the slightest surprise in his heart.

As early as the first day he met Liu Hao, Zhang Jiao knew that he was a true believer of the Sanyang Society.

It's just that he didn't expect that the friend who could talk to him more than half a year ago has completely sunk into this huge pool of dirt at this moment.

Zhang Jiao stared at Liu Hao who was walking in the depths of the mansion all the way, and his heart moved, and the Daozi attached to this believer immediately floated on the back of the entourage behind Liu Hao, and then followed.

The group soon passed through the corridors and houses and came to the most luxurious and magnificent mansion in Heng'an City, the Xie family's mansion.

It's just that this mansion, which was originally built in imitation of the landscape gardens in the south of the Yangtze River, has long since lost its previous appearance, and the exquisite, elegant, and freehand pavilions have been destroyed.

The rocks collapsed, the garden was burned, and only a few main buildings remained.

In front of the wreckage of the pavilion courtyard, you can see the disciples of the Sanyang Society standing in it like clay sculptures everywhere.

They all had wooden expressions, three-colored faces, pupils open as if they were about to bulge, and they carefully stared at everything that came and went, giving people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Liu Hao seemed to walk between them unconsciously, not caring about the gaze that fell on him.

After a while, he came to a building on the left side of the mansion and strode in.

In the big house, where people are busy in and out, but they don't make the slightest sound, and there is silence.

The path attached to the retinue immediately floated down, and it walked into the room like a living person, and casually came to a busy person, and saw that he was constantly copying and writing on the slightly yellowed plum with his head down.

Beside him, the finished pages were being collected and bound into a book.

Daozi immediately came behind him and sat down with him in his arms, and the members of the Sanyang Society who were writing immediately froze in place.

Michiko immediately looked at his pen.

"When heaven and earth first opened, there were three yangs. Sanyang is the same as the Tao, and is born with heaven and earth. How difficult the world is, all living beings are suffering. Only by believing in the three yangs can we be redeemed......"

Between the contact of pen and paper, the content of the teachings of the Sanyang Society, which was adapted line by line, was skillfully written by him.

Zhang Jiao just glanced at it with the help of Daozi's gaze, and a desire to read it immediately rose in his heart.

He immediately stabilized his mind, no longer paying attention to these words, and kept guessing in his heart.

"This Sanyang Society has already attacked the city so violently, why do you still have to compile these scripture books. ”

In the confusion, countless dense sewing traces suddenly appeared on the faces of the members of the Sanyang Society who had been silently writing in front of him.

He stood up suddenly, and after shouting in praise of Sanyang with a fanatical and distorted expression, he immediately seemed to be drained of his spirit, his body was shriveled and dull, and he instantly collapsed to the ground.

The handsome and unhuman-like Daozi immediately floated out of him, more and more like a living person.

It was just like when Zhang Jiao first saw them, handsome and holy, and kept whispering in his mouth, and quietly came behind the other writer in front of him. Then he hugged his hands, pounced on his body, and entered his body like this.

The writer immediately stopped the brush in his hand, stood up, and with a shout, like the previous one, he collapsed to the ground.

The Daozi who came out of his body was surrounded by incense and will, and he seemed more and more compassionate and holy.

They looked at the members of the Sanyang Society in front of them, and one by one their distorted faces emerged from it, and they let out a continuous stream of prayers in unison.

"Praise Sanyang. ”

"Praise Sanyang. ”

The voice echoed, and it walked to another person not far in front of it.

Sensing the abnormality of the Taoists, Zhang Jiao immediately came back to his senses from his thoughts.

He looked at the Daozi who were becoming more and more ferocious, and the four-armed evil thing behind him immediately appeared.

Its four arms were inflated, and on its jade-like arms, dozens of scars like a baby's small mouth suddenly cracked, and drops of blood immediately flowed out of the wounds, turning into blood-colored characters, densely covering its arms.

"Covenant, oath, deed......"

In the flow of blood, the evil thing seemed to grasp the invisible silk threads and immediately manipulated them.

In the Xie family's mansion, the Daoists, who were becoming more and more unscrupulous, immediately stopped their steps, and Juanjuan's blood suddenly flowed down from their foreheads, turning into blood-colored characters etched on them.

The hideousness in the eyes of the Daozi was finally covered up by the blood-colored characters, and it disappeared on its face unwillingly.

They stood beside the fallen members of the Three Suns, waiting for instructions.

Time kept passing, and the sound of swishing was endless.

Although two scribes died suddenly in the room, the crowd of copyists around them seemed to have heard the movement at all, and they were still writing bitterly.

It wasn't until someone came to collect the finished pages that they found the guy lying on the ground.

He just touched his legs and feet and threw them out of the house.

The disciples of the Sanyang Society standing on both sides immediately looked over greedily, they grabbed the thrown corpse, and in less than a moment, they cleaned it up.

The blood disappeared, and Daozi looked at the person in front of him who had collected the chapters and pages, but under the control of the evil thing, he was possessed by a leisurely manner, and followed him all the way into the inner room.

In the back room.

One by one, the followers of the Sanyang Society are stapling the collected book folders into various books and picture scrolls.

As soon as these pale yellow parchments filled with Sanyang's intentions touched the pages and scrolls, they were immediately stained like printing paper, and then they were taken aside and smoked with incense.

In the smoke that rose from the curls, the words that seemed to have been printed immediately melted away, turning into stains smaller than hair, slowly seeping into the pen and ink of the scrolls, and there was nothing unusual to be seen.

In the box next to it, the entrained books were neatly placed in it, and after checking it again, it was immediately sealed and locked.

Zhang Jiao looked at the almost assembly-line operation in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he became more and more curious.

"What does the Sanyang Society want to do?"

In confusion, Daozi quietly left, and casually changed an possession object like changing clothes, and came to the next room.

Instead of stapling books, the people in this room soaked a silver ingot in a black viscous liquid that exuded a strange smell in front of them, then took it out and scrubbed it, and stacked it neatly in the box.

In the flickering silver light, the more the silver ingot shone brighter, and the dazzling eyes were spent.

With deep doubts, the Taoists quietly came to other houses.

In the next room, a dazzling array of jewels and jade were scattered in the room at random, and dozens of members of the Sanyang Society carefully left marks on each piece of jewelry and jade before packing them into small boxes the size of drawers.

Zhang Jiao looked at their actions, and there was already a faint guess in his heart.

"Is this to be given away? It's just that who dares to deal with the current Sanyang Society?"

Two days later.

Near noon, Heng'an City was as "calm" as ever, and in the noisy chanting, a silver light suddenly broke through the sky from outside the sky.

The strange figure that appeared in the sky above Heng'an City suddenly reacted when he looked at the silver light that flew in.

His illusory figure suddenly appeared around him with a stained three-colored brilliance.

The three-colored light immediately fell from the heavenly dome and turned into a colorful color, trying to stop this silver light.

But this silver light is like a fish in the water, nimbly dodging all kinds of attacks, but more and more three-color brilliance descends from the sky, rendering the top of the city into a three-color brilliance.

The silver light suddenly could not be avoided, and it was about to be caught by the three-color brilliance.

Suddenly, the silver light suddenly dispersed, revealing a handleless dagger.

The cold light on the short sword flickered, and then burst out several zhang of sword light, which broke through the three-color light curtain in an instant, and plunged into this Heng'an City.

In the main hall of the Xie family's mansion.

A huge incense table was placed in the middle of the hall, and dozens of figures knelt on both sides, and a three-foot square incense burner was placed in front of them, praying incessantly.

The aroma slowly rises from the furnace and wafts above the incense table.

In the smoky incense case, a figure was sitting cross-legged on it, receiving an offering.

At this moment, only the sound of a sword breaking through the air was heard, and before everyone in the hall could react, the handleless short sword that had just flown into the city had already exploded in front of the incense case.

The figure on the incense table opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw that the dazzling cold light had reached his eyes.

Immediately three lights manifested in his eyes, merging into a round of light.

Immeasurable brilliance emanated from all around him, like an invisible stand, dead in front of him.

But the handleless dagger suddenly rose, and a figure appeared, holding a dagger in his hand, stabbing at him.

Click!

Click!

The invisible collision immediately set off a surge of air in the hall, and the brilliance blocking the incense table suddenly revealed cracks like glass that had been hit hard.

But the dagger failed to pierce the brilliance, but was stuck by the brilliance.

The sword-wielding figure that manifested suddenly let out a little surprised "Huh", but the short sword in his hand stabbed forward again without hesitation.

On the tip of the sword, a silver-white sword qi immediately pierced through the brilliance, piercing the eyebrows of the figure on the incense case.

"Lord Lan, how are you doing?"