Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 168 Chapter 167, the mastermind behind the scenes!
"Impossible! With so many pairs of eyes staring at him, where else can the Wind King Orb go?"

The man in the golden robe and mask said coldly:

"The orb must be in the square, let me search carefully, and dig three feet to find the orb!"

however.

Half an hour later, they searched all over the high platform, around the square, and even the four stone bridges, but they still couldn't find the Wind King Orb.

A man in white tremblingly said:
"Yes, could it be that Qin Wuyue blasted the orb into the crocodile pool when he cast a spell indiscriminately?"

The man in the golden robe and mask snorted coldly:
"The Wind King Orb does not sink in water, if it falls into the crocodile pond, it will float above the water surface."

Another man in white trembled:

"Then, could it be swallowed by the crocodile?"

The crocodile is that kind of monster that looks like a giant crocodile in the crocodile pool.

Because of its thorns on its back and its skin covered with scales, it looks like a short and fat dragon at first glance, so it is inherently called "crocodile".

The man in the golden robe and mask said coldly:

"Nonsense! If a low-grade monster like Jiaocrocodile swallows the Wind King Orb, it will explode and die immediately."

Another man in white said:
"Could it be... taken into the storage magic weapon by some monk?"

The man in the golden robe mask laughed angrily, and scolded:
"Ridiculous! All the monks who entered the square have died in full view, and the square has been searched all over. Where can there be any magical artifacts?
"What's more, with the personality of the Fengwang Orb, only the 'Secret Realm of the Universe' of a Daoist of the first rank can carry it. Even if someone carries a storage artifact, it is impossible to store the orb in it, and the storage artifact must Be blasted!"

Having said that, it is a fact that Fengwang Baozhu is missing inexplicably.

The man in the golden robe and mask looked at the men in white clothes who bowed their hands and bowed their hands tremblingly. Go up, and pour true energy into the mirror.

The man in the golden robe and mask seemed to be a third-rank warrior, and the long sword he used to kill Qin Wuyue was also a fourth-rank sword.

Although he didn't believe that the Fengwang Orb would sink into the crocodile pond or be swallowed by the crocodile, but this treasure was of great importance, and he had no choice but to use up his blood and vitality to search for it.

I don't know how much true energy has been infused.

On the surface of the bronze mirror, a scorching crystal light finally bloomed.

The man in the golden robe and mask lifted the bronze mirror, and a crystal beam shot out from the mirror, like a beam from a searchlight, and shot towards the crocodile pond.

Under the light of the crystal light, all the crocodiles in the crocodile pond are completely transparent by the light of the mirror, and the bones, cranial cavity, internal organs and even the food in the belly are all fully illuminated.

And the spiritual things that sink to the bottom of the pool are also presented in the mirror without omission.

Just as the masked man in the golden robe was holding a precious mirror and searching the crocodile pond inch by inch.

In the crocodile pond.

A small red carp about a foot long, holding a semi-bald writing brush, sticks to the mud at the bottom of the pond, swimming leisurely in the muddy pond water.

There are quite a lot of crocodiles in the pond, and from time to time there will be huge shadows more than two feet long, gliding slowly over the small red carp.

But none of the crocodiles showed any interest in the little red carp, and even faintly avoided it.

The little red carp just swam leisurely like this, and from time to time, with a semi-bald brush, lightly tapped on a certain bone that sank at the bottom of the pool.

There are many bones at the bottom of the pool, and it can even be said that there are broken bones all over.

But the little red carp is very picky, or it has a clear purpose, turning a blind eye to most of the bones, and only occasionally touches a certain white bone with the tip of the pen.And the bones touched by the pen will disappear out of thin air.

Just when the little red carp retracted a slender arm bone, suddenly, it seemed to sense something, swung its tail, lowered its head a little, buried the half-bald writing brush in the mud at the bottom of the pond, and then it itself disappeared without a trace.

A few breaths after the little red carp disappeared, there was a huge light beam with a radius of three zhang, sweeping slowly across the bottom of the pool.

When the beam of light sweeps across the bottom of the pool, all the spiritual objects buried in the mud, such as broken instruments, spirit iron and gold, spirit wood and spirit grass, etc., will flicker with a little bit of light.

Only the semi-bald writing brush buried in the mud did not respond, as if it had no spirituality at all.

Outside the crocodile pond.

The masked man in the golden robe held up the bronze mirror and walked around the square for a circle, irradiating the crocodile ponds around the square inch by inch, but still did not find any trace of the Fengwang Orb.

Now the masked man in the golden robe was no longer calm. The palm of his hand holding the bronze mirror was unconsciously exerting force, his knuckles were faintly white, and his cuffs were trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath and said decisively:

"Call someone! All the people who can be transferred here, whether they are monks or warriors, should all be transferred here to drain the pool for me, remove all the silt, dig out everything at the bottom of the pool, and investigate one by one!"

All the men in white took orders to leave, and only the man in the gold robe and mask remained on the square, searching back and forth with the bronze mirror.

Two hours later, the masked man in the golden robe exhausted too much energy and blood, and his true energy was almost exhausted. Exhausted, he could only sit cross-legged on the top of the high platform trembling, taking the elixir and meditating to recuperate.

Even when he resumed his meditation, he still took advantage of the advantage of the high platform to watch the movement in the crocodile pond around him.

It's a pity that in the crocodile pond, apart from the movement of the Jiao crocodile, there is no abnormality.

Well, there is also a small red carp swimming leisurely against the mud at the bottom of the pond.

But its breath seemed to be completely integrated into the turbid pool water, as if its entire body was made of water, and it was a part of the pool water.When it swims, it seems that the water itself is flowing, without even a trace of abnormal water stirring.

Even if the man in the golden robe and mask has a third-rank cultivation, he can't even detect its existence.

The little red carp just swam leisurely, continuing to collect some special bones.

It never touches or even looks at anything other than bones, even if it is the spirit iron and gold, the spirit wood and the spirit grass, or the magical artifacts that still have a little power left.

After three or four hours like this, almost all the bones were collected, and the troops mobilized by the man in the golden robe and mask also came to the square.

There are nearly a hundred people, including more than 20 monks and more than 70 warriors.

There are at least six cultivation bases for warriors, and there are seven fourth-rank cultivation bases.

The minimum monk is seventh rank, there are three fifth rank monks, and one fourth rank monk.

After the personnel were transferred, the man in the golden robe and mask personally started the mechanism and emptied the water in the pool.

When the mechanism is activated, countless holes the size of chopsticks appear on the walls and bottom of the crocodile pool.

The pool water is discharged from these countless holes.

Because the hole is narrow, and the pool wall is three feet thick, and there are two or three feet thick rock formations below the bottom of the pool, so unless it is as small as an earthworm or a young eel, it is impossible to escape from the drainage channel.

Numerous drainage holes all over the bottom and walls of the pool drained water at the same time. In less than half an hour, all the water in the huge crocodile pool around the square had been emptied.

Afterwards, the man in the golden robe and mask gave an order, and nearly a hundred masters entered the crocodile pond at the same time, digging up the mud, picking up debris, and doing coolies.

The monks cast spells, and the warriors carried them. When everyone was working hard, one or two hundred crocodiles crawled obediently on the bottom of the pool, motionless.

There is no way, although the crocodile has a violent temper and is ferocious and bloodthirsty, there are too many people who come here.

Even if the man in the golden robe and mask didn't make a move, nearly a hundred other people could kill them all in a matter of minutes.

With more than 20 monks and more than [-] warriors working together, it only took half a day to clean up the big crocodile pond.

All the silt was hollowed out, and the bottom of the pool became spotless. All the sundries in the silt, including gravel and bone fragments, were also cleaned out and piled up like mountains on the square.

Afterwards, everyone started working together again, cleaning and inspecting all the sundries one by one, even smashing the slightly larger bones to check the bone cavity.

Obviously this is useless work.

Another half day passed.

All the bones and wood were crushed into fine powder, and all the sundries were cleaned up neatly, but the Fengwang Orb was still missing.

When the man in the golden robe and mask sitting cross-legged on the stage received the news, he was silent for a while, then suddenly jumped into the crocodile pond like crazy, swung his long sword, and slaughtered the crocodiles wantonly.

The third-rank martial artist struck out furiously, under the swaying sword energy, in just a short moment, more than 100 crocodiles were slaughtered by him, and all the crocodiles were chopped into pieces.

But still failed to find the Wind King Orb.

The masked man in the golden robe was covered in blood, panting violently, and stayed at the bottom of the pool for a while before he jumped up and said in a low voice:

"Put all the items in the warehouse, my seat...go to see the Lord!"

The man in the golden robe and mask left.

The rest of the people looked at each other for a while, and sent all the sundries picked up from the bottom of the pool to a warehouse outside the square.

The semi-bald writing brush that did not have any spiritual response and was judged to be "damaged magic weapon" by the fourth-rank monks was naturally included in this warehouse.

In the warehouse, in addition to the sundries at the bottom of the pool, there are also a lot of good or bad sundries.

There are not only completely damaged magical weapons and weapons, but also magical weapons and magical weapons that still have spirituality, as well as spiritual iron and gold, spiritual wood and spiritual grass.

If this warehouse full of sundries is taken away, just by dismantling those items with surviving spirituality and recovering some materials from them, you can make a lot of money.

But the semi-bald writing brush just lay quietly in the warehouse, staying with a pile of completely damaged junk, without any movement.

After half a day.

A resplendent and resplendent hall filled with extravagance.

The masked man in the golden robe touched the floor with his forehead, kneeling motionless.

On the main seat in the hall, sits his "Master".

But the man in the golden robe and mask didn't even have the courage to look up at his master's boots, and waited tremblingly for his master's order.

a long time.

From above came a clear and soft voice, like a gentle boy's voice:
"Is it true that none of the participants survived?"

The man in the golden robe and mask trembled:

"Returning to the Lord, everyone must have died in the core square on the first floor of the Yifu. The last survivor, Qin Wuyue, was also beheaded by his subordinates."

"Where is Qin Shubao, the true biography of Buddhism?"

"Not long after he climbed to the top of the high platform, he was besieged by everyone, and he was blown away by the 'Ujin Armor Piercing Cone' and fell into the crocodile pond..."

"Have you found his body?"

"He was torn apart and devoured by the crocodiles, and there is no bones left... This scene, the subordinates and others, as well as all the distinguished guests, all witnessed it with their own eyes in the 'Thousand Miles Viewing Mirror'..."

"Really? You all saw with your own eyes the scene where he was torn apart by the crocodile?"

"After he fell into the water, the crocodiles were alarmed, and the crocodiles surrounded him, causing a large splash of water and blood. All of them witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Even if he is a true disciple of Buddhism, the Golden Bell Cover is indestructible, but he was hit hard by the 'Wujin Armor Piercing Awl' first. , fell into the territory of the crocodile again, even if it is covered with iron, it will be torn to pieces..."

"That is to say, you didn't see him being torn apart by the crocodile, but you saw that there was a lot of commotion in the water after he fell into the water?"

"This... yes."

"Have you ever doubted that he is not dead? The movements of the crocodiles in the water are just his disguise?"

"Yes, but if he is not dead, where is he hiding? The square has been monitored by the 'Thousand Miles Viewing Mirror', and the subordinates can guarantee that after the man fell into the water, he never appeared on the square again. If it is said that he hid in In the water, you can first use the "real mirror" bestowed by the Lord to irradiate the crocodile pond inch by inch several times, and then drain the water and empty the entire crocodile pond, it is impossible for him..."

"Have you heard of 'Shenzutong'?"

"Magic?"

"Master" said leisurely with a clear voice like a gentle boy:
"Shenzutong, one of the six powers of Buddhism, has nothing to do with the cultivation of the primordial spirit. No matter how high or low the Taoism is, as long as you have the root of wisdom and the depth of the Dharma, you will have a certain chance of awakening, just like a gifted supernatural power. With this supernatural power, you can escape in the void, Come and go without a trace. Even the space barrier of the Yifu Mansion may not be able to stop it."

"What the lord means is...then Qin Shubao, he, he awakened the 'Shenzutong', and fell into the water on purpose. He used the 'Shenzutong' to escape from the secret realm of the Yifu under the cover of the crocodile pool? But why did he do this? Do it? He can clearly dominate the audience, facing such a treasure as the Fengwangzhu, why did he run away?"

"Hehe, maybe Qin Shubao also has 'He Xin Tong' or 'Fate Tong', who can vaguely perceive the truth of the Yifu, knowing that this is just a trap, so he pretends to be determined to win the Feng Wang Zhu, but at the critical moment , feigning death and fleeing... No, no, that Fengwang Orb might have been taken by Qin Shubao as well."

"This, how is this possible? When Qin Shubao fell into the water, the orb was still on the high platform. It was not until the second cultivator who climbed to the top was blown into pieces, when the fireworks filled the air, that the orb disappeared..."

"He may have magical powers! He can escape through the void as he pleases. With the cover of the flames and smoke from the bombardment of spells, he escaped from the crocodile pool to the high platform, and escaped instantly after obtaining the Wind King Orb... escaped with magical powers Quickly, given the chaos at that time, neither you nor the distinguished guests could see the clues from the binoculars. Now two days have passed, and Qin Shubao has magical powers, and he has no idea where he escaped. Even if the real person Even if you go to the ruins yourself, you won’t be able to find the orb.”

"My lord sees Wanli, and my subordinates admire it. But, the orb of the King of Wind just got lost..."

"Then Qin Shubao is a wonderful person. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he has deep scheming and good luck. After finding out the truth, he dared to steal the food from the tiger's mouth, feigning death to get the best benefit, and then he was able to escape unscathed. Oh, if he hadn't The true teaching of Buddhism, this real person really intends to accept him as a direct disciple... As for the Wind King Orb, if you lose it, just throw it away."

"Ah?" The man in the golden robe and mask was dumbfounded.

"Master" leisurely said:

"More than 200 years ago, the immortal Tiansha failed to cross the earth and immortal calamity, and his body died and his soul was destroyed. The Fengwangzhu was also damaged during this calamity.

"You Dao Feng Wangzhu is in the legend, why is it so powerful?

"Because it has an endless source of energy, the self-generated 'Heavenly Fiend Black Wind' with infinite power. When the real person Tiansha urges the Black Wind of Heavenly Fiend to fight against the enemy, he does not need to pay any extra mana, he only needs to guide it with a divine thought. In this way, the Tiansha real person holding the Fengwangzhu is equivalent to two first-rank real people joining forces.

"But now, the Wind King Bead has lost the ability to generate the Black Wind of the Heavenly Fiend, and to release the Black Wind of the Heavenly Fiend, a real person of the first rank must be urged to use it with great magic power, and the power is far less than before it was damaged.

"But with this mana, wouldn't it be good for a first-rank real person to use it to cast the secret technique he is most familiar with? Why bother to activate the greatly reduced power of the evil black wind?

"Thus, the current Fengwangzhu is a pity for me and other Daeshen to discard it, and it is useless to take it, so I have to keep it as a collection. And monks below the Dashen, it is useless to take it, and they have no power to stimulate its power. Yes. If not, how could I be willing to take it out and use it as a trap?
"Of course, gods who control the power of wind, earth immortals, or tiger-like beasts born with divine wind bodies can repair this orb and fully exert the power of this orb. Because this orb is originally an ancient beast The inner alchemy of the 'Heavenly Fiend Tiger'.

"But gods and earth immortals won't be interested in such damaged treasures. Tiger beasts, heh, have been extinct for many years."

After a pause, "Master" said lightly to the man in the golden robe and mask who threw himself to the ground:
"It is a pity to throw away the orb of the King of Wind, and it is useless to take it, but it is still a rare treasure, a treasure worth collecting. I gave it to you, but you lost it... You have been in charge of the 'Secret Xuan Building' these years, and you have earned countless gold, silver and treasures for me. For the sake of your hard work, I will pardon your death penalty this time. But the crime of living is inevitable."

The man in the golden robe and mask trembled:

"Subordinates have made serious mistakes, let the master deal with it!"

"Release your mission from the 'Secret Tower' and go to the 'Great Wilderness Secret Realm'. Within five years, if you can hunt down five complete third-rank 'Desolate Witch' corpses, you can return to the world and see the light of day again."

The man in the golden robe and mask kowtowed heavily:

"My lord is magnanimous, and my subordinates are endlessly grateful! Within five years, I will complete my lord's mission!"

After a pause, he asked cautiously:
"The true biography of Buddhism, Qin Shubao..."

The Lord said lightly:
"I don't need you to worry about that. The Fengwangzhu has the imprint of the real person's spiritual sense. As long as Qin Shubao tries to activate the Fengwangzhu, it will trigger the branding of the real person's spirituality. Even if there are thousands of miles apart, the real person can lock the soul for thousands of miles , lock it up."

……

After seven days.

In the warehouse of the Yifu.

A woman in a silver robe and a mask led several monks into the warehouse.

She glanced around the huge warehouse, took out a bronze mirror from her bosom, bit the tip of her tongue, sprayed blood from the tip of her tongue on the mirror, and poured in her true energy.

When the bronze mirror bloomed with crystal light, the silver-robed masked woman raised the bronze mirror and shot a beam of light like a searchlight, sweeping the warehouse inch by inch.

She didn't sigh until she irradiated the warehouse back and forth three times:
"All the sundries are here, not a lot. It seems that after Qin Shubao stole the Fengwangzhu, he has already escaped from the secret realm..."

Shaking her head, she waved her hand:

"Clear out all useless debris, throw it into the furnace and burn it!"

With an order, the monks behind him stepped forward one after another, cast spells, carried all the broken and useless artifacts that had been completely damaged, and transferred them to a dark room.

When all the useless debris was transferred to this darkroom, the silver-robed masked woman turned on the mechanism, and the floor of the darkroom sank suddenly, revealing a large dark hole. All the debris fell into the big hole and fell along a vertical tunnel for an unknown amount of time. Finally fell into a cave full of red light.

This cave is like a lava river, flowing red magma.

The sundries fell into the lava river one after another, or were instantly reduced to ashes, or sank into the magma and slowly melted.

The half-bald writing brush, which was classified as a completely useless "broken magic weapon", naturally fell into the lava river.

It first sank slowly below the surface of the lava river, but did not burn, and after sinking for a few feet, it stopped sinking and quietly drifted in the flowing magma, drifting away with the current...

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(End of this chapter)