surnamed Wang

"Who, stop!"

At the foot of Huangling Mountain in the eastern suburbs of the capital, several searchlights pointed at the entrance of a dark cave. Three or four people were blinded by the sudden bright light.

"Damn it!"

One of the men raised his hand, pointed at the light, and fired. With a loud noise, a large ball of fire came out, and the searchlight shattered.

"These desperadoes actually have guns."

Liao Yuanzheng subconsciously shrank his head, picked up the walkie-talkie and said:
"The suspect had a gun and was allowed to fire, repeat, he was allowed to fire."

There was a crackling sound on the mountain. Seeing that they were suppressed, several tomb robbers quickly got in through the newly dug hole.

When Liao Yuanzheng saw this scene, he was so worried that he was so worried that he muttered:
"It's over, it's over, we've alerted the snake and let them in."

"It's okay. That location should be Emperor Shun's tomb. There's nothing interesting about it."

After Wang Pingquan finished speaking casually, he lowered his head to sort out the talismans. Zhao Guozhong looked at the crumpled talisman papers curiously, and for a moment he couldn't figure out which sect they came from.

Although Wang Biquan said it didn't matter, Liao Yuanzheng did not dare to joke about the imperial mausoleum. If this matter went wrong, he might have to retire early. He quickly ordered his men to carefully guard the entrance of the cave and seal off the surrounding area.

Not long after the order was given, a dark wind suddenly blew around, followed by a scream from afar.

Looking up, a black figure jumped out of the hole where several tomb robbers disappeared, running towards it with all four limbs.

Zhao Guozhong immediately opened his stance, took out a short sword from somewhere and said:

"Brother, here we come."

"Just waiting for it."

Old Man Liu responded, also pulled out a dagger from the bag on his waist, inserted it into the ground in front of him, and shouted:
"Please enter the urn!"

The black shadow came very quickly, stepping into the prearranged formation in just a few breaths. The moment the body passed the command flag, its movements stagnated, as if it had fallen into a quagmire.

"Junior brother, open your eyes."

Old man Liu gave an order, took out a handful of yellow paper from the cloth bag and rushed forward. Zhao Guozhong stood there with his eyes closed. After a few breaths, he said:

"Brother, there is something attached to the back of it, something purple."

"What?"

The old man stumbled on his feet and almost fell down, then he cursed and said:
"Damn, he is really a fairy."

Wang Biquan watched the two people's performance with great interest. Although the explanation was a bit complicated, he did see the essence of the thing. The other party used the magic technique of an immortal, but he only learned the basics of it, and he was still far from being a true immortal.

He no longer hid, he rushed forward, and with the power of his cultivation, he instantly surpassed Old Man Liu.

As he advanced, Wang Pingquan threw a talisman in all directions with both hands, and a thunder prison visible to the naked eye quickly took shape.

When Old Man Liu saw this scene, he stopped unconsciously and murmured:
"My dear, this is the true immortal."

As he spoke, Wang Biquan was approaching the shadow. With the residual light of the searchlight, he saw clearly that the other party's clothes were a Pisces and Carp robe.

If the guess is correct, this should be a certain prince. Judging from the degree of decay, not long after his death, Wang Biquan can even feel a weak blood connection from his body. It is indeed the Wang family.

He immediately became angry, turned sideways to avoid the attack, and stuck a talisman paper on the opponent's forehead with his backhand.

Like the explosion of a firecracker, Brother Zhao Guozhong at the rear couldn't help but look happy. According to their experience, this was the sound of the technique being broken.

A gloomy wind blew by, and a shadow formed on the corpse. In Wang Biangquan's eyes, the shadow was lavender in color, and his face was blurry. He had to flee away immediately after being forced out by the talisman.

How could Wang Biquan spare him lightly? He quickly moved his right hand, and the surrounding talismans immediately gathered here. The thunder on it was like substance, and even outsiders could see the lightning moving around.

The purple shadow was obviously panicked when facing Lei Lao, and he let out an obscure scream. Wang Biangquan pointed his finger to the sky and shouted:
"You still won't help?" As the words came out, a thunder exploded out of thin air, and purple thunder as thick as a bowl suddenly fell, directly smashing the souls below including Lei Lao.

At the same time, in the underground palace, a tomb robber suddenly spurted out blood, and then his hair turned pale to the naked eye. In a few breaths, the whole person aged dozens of years, and he stood there unable to move.

The other people looked horrified when they saw this, and subconsciously moved away. After a long time, there was still no movement.

One of them had the courage to step forward and touch him, but the man fell forward and hit his head on the stone without any response, as if he was already dead.

"Big...Brother, what should we do?"

A thin tomb robber asked the man holding a firearm. The latter looked gloomy, glanced at the motionless body on the ground, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"We're in trouble this time. It's important to save your life. Go out from the west side and wait until the wind blows over."

The group of people filed through the tunnel of the imperial mausoleum. The route was as familiar as walking through their own garden. In line with the principle of not stealing empty space, they saw valuable small objects along the way and took them all.

Outside, after Wang Biquan attracted a terrifying thunderbolt, he took out a few coins from his pocket and began to calculate. Old man Liu looked at his focused look and temporarily suppressed the questions in his mind.

After six lines, the young man raised his head and said:
"Mr. Liao, there is a cypress tree on the slope three miles to the west. Send someone to guard it."

Liao Yuanzheng didn't know why, but he still picked up the walkie-talkie and started making arrangements.

Old man Liu stepped forward when he had time, and while rubbing his hands, he asked in a characteristic Beijing Guard accent:
"This little Taoist friend, who comes from who knows what sect, can actually attract the power of the God of Leibu?"

"A small sect, not worth mentioning."

"My little brother is too modest. There are only a handful of people with such magical powers in the entire Taoist tradition. Could it be that he is a fellow Taoist from the Shenxiao Sect?"

Seeing that the old man refused to give up asking, Wang Biquan had no choice but to casually say:
"This junior is actually from Chuanlu Mansion."

"Zhuanlu Mansion, this name is unheard of..."

The talisman Wang Biquan used just now was indeed copied from Wen Fuding back then. However, Wen Fuding went against the grain and was punished by heaven. The Chuanlu Mansion also fell due to conspiracy.

Wang Biquan was well prepared for this trip. He was afraid that he would not be an opponent before, so he reported a memorial to the heaven. Although he had lost his cultivation, his face was still valuable and he easily invited the leader of the Lei Department.

Old man Liu was still muttering about "Chuanlu Mansion" when a loud noise suddenly came from the west, followed by a series of gunshots. About a quarter of an hour later, several policemen came forward escorting a thin figure.

"Director Liao, they just used explosives to blow up the imperial mausoleum. Several people ran around while they were running around. This guy got his foot injured and we caught him."

Seeing the disgraced faces of several of his subordinates, Liao Yuanzheng couldn't bear to be harsh and waved his hands and said:
"Take him back first."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Guozhong and said, "Two Taoist priests, you can go back with the car. I will visit you again when the case is settled."

"As cultivators, we should eliminate harm for the common people."

After Old Man Liu finished speaking happily, he handed over his power to the king. Zhao Guozhong also nodded and turned around to get in the car.

In the car, Old Liu Tou said doubtfully:

"Guozhong, I always feel like I've heard the name Chuanlu Mansion before."

Zhao Guozhong thought for a moment and said:
"I have some impressions. Master once mentioned when he was still alive that there was a Chuanlu Mansion thousands of years ago, and Fu Lu formed its own faction. Later, it was destroyed by the emperor because of rebellion."

"I see. I think this little brother is one of the few descendants. It's amazing that he has such good fortune at such a young age."

Old Liu stroked his goatee, turned around and said:
"I heard that a meeting was held over there at Longhu. It was about the recent earthquake. As the leader, you have to show up, right?"

"Okay, let's go."

... (end of this chapter)