Outside Ningcheng, there are several steep peaks for hundreds of miles. The white mist is like wisps of streamers wrapped around the green trees of the stone mountain, under the mountain is a number of deep canyons, the valleys are staggered, like a finger slit falling from the sky, the narrow only see a line of sky, the miasma of the ghost rises in the canyon, and the magic is like a light veil drapery. It is said that this is the Five Gorges Peak.

Wudao Mountain Gorge stretches out to a secret place, the ancient trees are verdant for several miles, the green grass, the strange flowers are scorching, the five clear streams, flowing from the canyon, forming a small flying stream between the stone gaps, flying down, rushing into the deep layers of the wood shadow and the stone are tortuous and rippling. With the wave gradually to the south of dozens of zhang, is a flat and wide flowers, stand two straw houses, the grass house is bright and dark, the bright flowers hug the water, bathed in the sun, the dark hidden in the shadow of the tree bamboo forest.

There is no fence outside the hut, only winding paths that wind between the flowers. Small, even pebblestone paths are divided into more than a dozen branches, each of which eventually converges into a wider stone path. A small grass hut pointing to the bright spot.

The door of the grass house was open, and there was a chair and several stone benches. Inside is a small door, and a thin grass path stretches out to the strange flowers and plants. Extending further, the path enters a forest of ancient trees and bamboos, and a green grass house is hidden among the trees. There was a clear spring in front of the grass house, which flowed and poured into a small pool.

Suddenly, the hearty laughter of the two came from the grass house. The laughter is bold and clear, like the spring water in the courtyard that makes you feel refreshed.

"Uncle Gong, I have to ask you to pay more attention to this matter! These are a little thoughts of the disciples, please accept them with a smile."

"Master Fan's nephew. It's too polite, these are all their own affairs, why bother with such a foreign way. If I don't help, who can help you"?

"That. The disciple begged his uncle to pay more attention."

"Well, I immediately summoned my disciples to pay attention to this matter, and I don't know what else Daoist Master and Nephew have to ask for."

"Uncle Shi, the conditions are still the same as before, but they are more handsome."

"Oh, it's not difficult, I don't know if the nephew of the Daoist is in a hurry or not."

"I'm in a bit of a hurry, otherwise the disciple wouldn't be so anxious to come to you."

"Oh. Can't you find a match among the millions of inner and outer disciples in your cave?"

"Pick out dozens, the qualifications you have seen before, very average. It's better to ask your uncle for ......."

"Okay, this matter can't be too urgent, I'll pay attention to it and give you an answer soon. Don't worry, I'll find a satisfying body. You can go back to Wanyun and wait for a few days."

"Thank you, Uncle Shi, thank you Uncle Shi".

Squeak, the door of the grass house opened, and a melon seed face appeared at the door, his face was ruddy with a little excited luster, the wrinkles were smoothed out a lot, and the bright eyes on the thin face were more prominent. Like two big lanterns hanging in the night sky.

After walking out of the gate, bow deeply to the grass house. Soared into the air and flew away in the wind.

"Jingyang, come in". A cold and majestic voice rang out.

The space fluctuated for a moment, and a sixth-layer saint priest appeared in the courtyard. "Master". The priest bowed deeply.

"Inform the disciples of the surrounding one hundred and eight cities to immediately find the holy body of this condition, and there must be results within two months." As the majestic voice fell, a crystal light flew out from the grass hut.

"Yes, master". The shadow disappeared from the front of the thatched hut in a flash, and the whole clearing fell silent, except for the sound of bubbling water, falling from the mountain stream, and splashing violently.

In Ningcheng, the buildings with a color of bluestone are two stories high, and the stones are not polished and smooth, and the buildings are simple and rough.

The interior of the building is very simple, there are no other furnishings, one stone chair, two rows of stone benches. On two rows of stone benches sat several masked men in Tsing Yi. A balding masked priest stood in front of a stone chair with his hands behind his back, looking thoughtful.

"The alliance leaders have an order, so that we must find a holy body below the four realms with solid roots, a divine consciousness of two hundred miles, handsome, and no background." The bald saint looked at everyone and said with a sad face.

"Lord, this is not an easy thing to do. In this Ningcheng, if we look for such a person, once we find out, we will not have any good fruit to eat."

"Yes, Lord, let's not do this deal, the saints who have passed two hundred miles of divine knowledge are recorded in all major cities, and there are few such saints, but the holy city must be strictly investigated."

Bald look at the crowd. "But the other party's price is high! 10 million spars, if you don't like it, I'm all interested."

"So many, who would have been so wide and so shot"?

"Don't ask too much, we can't follow the rules of this industry, let's look for it now, who can find the old rules, half a layer of spar belongs to him." Bald Road.

Suddenly, Bald frowned, waved his hand to everyone, and everyone disappeared.

"Who entered my house?" The bald middle-aged man asked in a whisper.

An old voice came from outside the courtyard. "I'm here to sell myself."

The bald middle-aged man was shocked. Their industry is forbidden by the Holy Realm. To put it bluntly, it is to help the dead saint find the body of the saint who is used for the sacrifice. This is a disgraceful thing, and it is more shameful than killing people. Whoever sees this kind of person in the Holy Realm will take action.

The first major prohibition of the Holy Realm Code is the prohibition of seizure. Because if you kill someone, you will kill it, and there will be too many problems when you take it. If the person who has been taken away is a member of a family and returns to the family after being taken away, there may be ethical problems. It is too common for a son to fall in love with his mother and a daughter to fall in love with his father or grandfather.

There are nine mountains, twenty caves, and forty-seven families in the holy realm. Jiushan and Twenty Caves should look at this kind of ethics lightly, the master marries an apprentice, and the master plays with the disciples after dozens of hundreds of generations are trivial things, too common. But the forty-seven families are different, with the same ancestor, the same ancestry, and the same surname. Once a disciple is taken away, it's not all messed up. In the forty-seven family codes, the disciples who were taken away were discovered, and they wanted to destroy their souls.

Therefore, millions of years ago, after the rise of the Holy Realm, the Forty-Seven Families directly promulgated the Code of the Holy Realm. The first prohibition is the prohibition of seizure. The Nine Mountains and the Twenty Caves were all miscellaneous families that arose later, and although they had a place in the Holy Realm, they only arose for hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years. In terms of numbers, they don't have much say in the Holy Realm.

The Holy Realm will inevitably scatter the saints and account for half of the saints, and the chess stars of small sects, small factions, and small families are dense. The sage in the faction died in battle, and it is not uncommon for him to be able to take out his divine consciousness and secretly find someone with better qualifications. Of course, this kind of thing has to be done secretly, and it is not always necessary to find someone with no background. Where there is demand, there will be adventure.

If you catch it, you will inevitably die, but in the face of powerful interests, do it a few times, have more money at hand, and then stop, as long as you can't catch it, the road to cultivation will be much smoother in the future. Hence the rise of the Eucharist sect dedicated to this profession.

Such a sect is not in sight, and it acts cautiously, for fear of being caught by the envoys of the Holy City. As long as you catch it, don't say anything, the soul of the fight is scattered, it is all light.

Bald heard someone come to the door to "sell themselves". Also found the "Dividing Points". That's a big deal. If it is a law enforcer, needless to say, a bloody battle is just around the corner.

"Holy friend, this house is a private house, and I want to "sell myself" to go to Fireworks Lane in the east of the city. Sell how you want." Bald said suspiciously. With a wave of his hand, dozens of sages appeared, pinching spells one by one, ready to strike a fatal blow.

"Holy friend, that body, the old man has sold it before, but now it is not for sale, I want to sell the holy body, and it is the holy body of the best one." The old voice laughed.

Bald glanced at the saints. It's really a sale. However, there are very few saints who can find the door selling Holy Communion, and it cannot be said that there are none, but there are many of them. But those are all acquaintances. There are code words. The other party has not spoken a code word until now. That would be dubious. "Holy friend, let's go, you've come to the wrong place, we don't accept this thing."

"Oh, it seems that the Holy Friend has some thoughts about me, you can rest assured that I can find this place, and it was also introduced by a friend." The old voice said.

"Holy friend, you really came to the wrong place, we don't accept any holy bodies, I don't know if that friend is so immoral and framed me." The Bald Sage said.

"Wu Soul, let me come," the old voice said.

"Check it out quickly and see if there is a big customer like Wu Soul." The Bald Sage spoke.

A realm saint nodded. Remove a crystal shaft from the crystal bag. Counted the dots. Looking at the flickering crystal shaft, my head couldn't help shaking. Said in amazement. "The city makes it behold thee."

The bald saint glanced at the crystal shaft and laughed. I saw it displayed on the crystal shaft. "Wu Soul, Ding Yuan 1933 Guest and Guest".

A wisp of murderous intent appeared in the eyes of the bald saint, Ding Yuanji, hehehe, he will really find a friend to introduce. It's Yayuan Ji now, and it's been 30,000 years since Ding Yuanji, so let's introduce it now. Fools know that the Tao is fake.

As soon as the bald saint's killing intent appeared, the old voice outside immediately said. "Believe it or not, I will put the holy body in the courtyard, it is still alive and chubby, if you take a fancy to it. Just send the million spars to the name of Wu Soul of Huitong Shengzhuang, and if you don't see it, I will collect the holy body in three days." After speaking, there was silence outside.

The bald saint priest followed and let go of his divine sense, and his heart was shocked, the old man with a sound just now, so fast to escape, the bald saint priest placed fifty miles of divine consciousness, and did not peep into the other party's figure, it seems that the other party's realm is above himself.

The bald saint's heart jumped suddenly. With a wave of his hand, a saint priest flew out of the stone tower. The suck flew back again. A smile on his face. "City envoy, there is really a holy body outside, it seems that the divine consciousness is damaged and the eyes are hollow. There is no fluctuation of spiritual power, and the person is very delicate, but the realm is a little lower, and he is only able to move the sixth layer."

The bald saint frowned. Glancing at the people around him. Whoosh, and everyone was gone. Even the bald saints have disappeared. The entire stone building was empty and silent.

The body of the saint outside was lying outside the stone tower. The body did not move. A pair of empty eyes, staring at the stone building tightly without a trace of expression. The stone building is like a ghost building, there is no movement at all, and from time to time there are a few wind roars, which are gloomy, and the scalp is numb when you hear it. (To be continued......)