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Chapter 153 Ji Ping'an: Killing in person?Have you asked this seat? ! (seeking subscription)

The sun is just right in the morning, and the old willows are in shade.

Ji Pingan raised his eyes and saw a tall, thin man with a birthmark on his neck approaching.

Beside him, followed by a pretty little lady in a cloth skirt, is "Red Girl" with a bamboo basket in her hand.

After rescuing the man yesterday, the man went to report to the officials. After all, the entire escort team was killed, and he, a survivor, could not hide it when he came back.

Afterwards, watching the sky dark, he rested his body for another night.

In the early morning, the young couple bought gifts and came to thank them.

"You are here." Ji Pingan smiled, glanced at the man, and said:
"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be happy."

The man quickly put on a smile, pulled the lady respectfully, knelt down and kowtowed in public, and said:

"Shenxian Li, please accept my wife's worship."

Ji Ping'an raised his eyebrows and said, "Just call me sir. Besides, I didn't do anything."

Honggu whispered: "If there is no Li Shen... Mr. Gui, I am afraid that my father-in-law will die in the suburbs."

It's not like... Ji Ping'an complained, but the so-called do as the Romans do, he raised his hand after the two expressed their gratitude, asked the young couple to sit down, and said curiously:
"I don't know what exactly happened, so I encountered this difficulty?"

The man sighed, and immediately relayed what happened to him as a dart guard, basically what he told his family yesterday.

A coffin escorted from another county... a corpse?
Ji Pingan wrote down this information and decided to order the Yuhang Darknet to investigate later. It would be easier to use the Darknet for this kind of matter that has no clear direction.

After a few simple greetings, the couple left with a thousand thanks, and then the small-eyed calligraphy and painting shop owner on the same street came over suspiciously:

"Boss Li, just now this is..."

He saw the scene of the two bowing down.

Ji Pingan let out an "oh" and said with a smile, "It's nothing, just a thank you from the guest."

The owner of the painting and calligraphy shop was stunned, unable to contain his surprise.

What exactly is the calculation that can make someone thank you with such a big gift?But there is no one else around, so I don't think it would be a trust.

Could it be that Boss Xiao Li is really capable?
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the other side.

Honggu and his wife returned to their courtyard, and as soon as they opened the courtyard door, they saw several old neighbors sitting in the courtyard, talking with the old couple.

"Father, mother...this is..." Hong Gu was surprised.

The old man sat on the horseshoe and said, "The neighbors have heard about the Escort Bureau, so they all come to see it."

The husband and wife knew that this year was different from the earth that Ji Ping'an was familiar with, and the neighbors were closely related. Yesterday night, the news had not spread.

Early this morning, all the neighbors gathered together, and immediately dragged the young bodyguards to ask questions. One of the quite stylish women suddenly looked at Hong Gu:
"I heard that you found a fortune teller to look for it? Which one?"

The little lady glanced at the latter and knew that the other's daughter was being sold as a maid in the Pei family mansion.

The Pei family is a rich family, with many maids and servants, some of them are bought, and some are hired, and they have to pay wages every month, so this family lives well in the neighborhood.

"It's a newly opened shop on Laoliu Street." Hong Gu blinked, "Auntie, why are you asking this? Do you want to ask divination?"

The woman shook her head and said mysteriously, "It's not me, it's the Pei family."

Seeing the attention of a group of neighbors being attracted, she said in a mysterious tone:
"It seems that something has happened to the Pei family recently. The old lady is looking for a good fortune teller in the city. My girl came back yesterday and asked us to help find out. If the one Honggu found is really capable, I'll write a little letter to my girl later, maybe I can recommend it to a big shot in the Pei family."

The implicit logic behind this sentence is:
If the servant girl recommends someone who is really an expert, then the old lady of the Pei family will definitely reward her.

The little lady was stunned: "What is Mrs. Pei looking for with so many fortune tellers?"

The woman shook her head and said:
"Who knows, maybe it has something to do with the new girl? Hey, you don't even know about it. A few days ago, a girl from Zhongzhou came to join Pei's family. According to my girl, that girl is very handsome. Woolen cloth."

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For the next two days, Ji Ping'an's shop was still deserted.

Occasionally someone came to the door, and it was all trivial matters, such as asking about marriage, fortune, weddings and funerals, auspicious dates and other miscellaneous matters.

This is also normal, and it cannot be triggered by things involving practitioners every day.

However, Saint Yu Yu's investigation has been repeatedly frustrated.

The drama girl went from being high-spirited at the beginning, to being exhausted, and finally dejected.

Fully appreciate the complexity of the rivers and lakes.

"It's a mess, and there's nothing useful to find." During dinner, Yu Yu slapped the table angrily, with his mouth puckered, looking like a defeated rooster.

Ji Pingan asked with a smile: "Isn't it possible? It shouldn't be difficult if you investigate with Taoism."

Although Yu Yu doesn't have the talent to detect cases, but Taoist techniques can cheat, who knew that when this matter was brought up, the girl became more and more wronged:

"I investigated according to what you said, and it turned out that the people from the government took the lead."

"Oh?"

"Even the local Yamen of Yuhang's Demon Slaying Department is also investigating this matter. I am not familiar with the place where I live, so I can't compare with them." Yu Yu was indignant, saying, "It's not that our army is incompetent, but the enemy is too cunning." attitude.

Ji Pingan said with a smile:
"I heard that the military officer of the Yuhang Demon Slaying Division is also a woman. I remember you said you wanted to compete with her before you came. Now that no one has seen it, why did you lose?"

Yu Yu's eyes widened, staring at him angrily, her chest heaved under her pink skirt, then she dropped her chopsticks with a "slap", and angrily went back to the room to ignore him.

Huang He, who was holding the rice bowl next to him, trembled and did not dare to say anything.

Mu Yaoyao buried her small face in the huge celadon bowl, immersed in her own world.

Only Ji Ping'an smiled, thinking it was quite interesting to tease this girl, but there was some thought in his eyes:

"Is the court already investigating? It seems that I have to hurry up."

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That night.

After night fell, Ji Pingan woke up from his meditation, quietly opened the door and walked out of the yard. At the same time, he grabbed a page of Taoism scriptures in his arms and shook it lightly.

A withered yellow base, embellished with green, a weird wooden stick with a thick top and a thin bottom fell out.

Ji Pingan held down the "Scepter of the Mountain God" with one hand, and tapped the ground lightly, the khaki-colored halo opened, and he took a step, walking a long distance in an instant.

Shrink to the ground!

Although he can also directly mobilize the power of the "Suppressing" star to control the Earth Dun, it is undoubtedly more labor-saving to use the Mountain Scepter.

At the same time, the air twisted.

Dressed in a dark black wizard robe, Jiang Jiang, with a pale face and a dull expression, came out, raised his finger, and tapped Ji Pingan lightly.

The latter's figure entered a translucent state, unscrupulously shrunk to an inch, and sprinted on the street under the night.

Tonight is the last day of this month. According to the information read from Ling Poppi's memory the day before yesterday, there will be a gathering of the Four Saints in the city.

"I hope that Poppi's disappearance and the court's investigation will not startle the snake."

Ji Pingan walked through the wide streets like a ghost.

There were carriages and carriages along the way, and pedestrians turned a blind eye to his existence, as if they didn't see him at all.

Jiang Jiang was more direct, she floated to follow like a female ghost, and did not go around when encountering a carriage, she just "passed" through it, which made Ji Pingan very envious.

With the blessing of the technique, the speed of one person and one spirit is extremely fast.

After less than half an hour, he had already arrived at a residential area in Dongcheng.

Compared with the bustling and bustling core area centered on the Qinhuai River, this place is already quite remote with not many lights.

According to "memory", Ji Pingan arrived at a certain alley, but there was still no one there.

Tonight, the stars and the moon are thin, and the lining is extraordinarily dark. Jiang Jiang floats in the air, and her figure perfectly blends into the darkness, leaving only a pale face floating, which looks quite strange.

At this time, the lacquer-like pupils rolled and said:
"It looks like you're here for nothing."

"Hush." ​​Ji Pingan leaned against the wall and said, "It's still early."

Sure enough, after a while, a furtive figure approached like a brown bear on the street in the distance.

Impressively, it was a man with a slightly burly figure, but he was wrapped in thick clothes, his face was covered with a black cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he was looking around.

Unaware of the two people who were close at hand, they waited with their hands folded.

Then, a slightly stooped woman came with her face covered, then a short man, and then a woman who looked young.

Everyone came silently from different directions, covered their faces, looked at each other silently, and the atmosphere was quiet and strange.

Ji Pingan looked at these people, and it was slightly different from what he imagined. These believers didn't seem to be practitioners, but were mostly ordinary people, including men, women, old and young.

However, the "Four Sacred Sects" of that year also absorbed a large number of mortals, thereby accumulating wealth and supporting the operation and expansion of the entire sect.

"If the warrior who robbed the dart is also in the Four Saints, then he should be a true member of the sect, and these mortals are the outermost members of the sect."

Ji Pingan thought about it, but was not disappointed.

After all, even Hooligans can participate, so it is conceivable that it is not a high-end gathering.

"Why is there one less?" In the silence, the first burly believer spoke, and immediately shook his head, "No more. Follow me."

With that said, he led the group of people walking towards the depths of the alley.

Ji Pingan and Jiang Jiang looked at each other, and followed silently. The group turned around and walked a long way before finally arriving at a private house.

After passing the signal with the masked warrior inside the door, he was able to enter the house.They also recited the sacred prayers one by one to verify their identities.

Finally, he was able to enter the house, and when the curtain was lifted, the dark field of vision suddenly brightened.

Ji Pingan mixed in the team and saw a table in the empty house.

A circle of oil lamps are lit on it, and the ground is covered with cloth with strange patterns, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

In the house, about 50 people have gathered, divided into several teams.

And beside the oil lamp table, sat a mysterious man wearing a black robe covering his whole body, and was coldly sweeping past a group of believers.

"See the altar master!" The believers said in unison.

Altar Master in Black!

Ji Ping'an's eyes lit up. This person was the one who ordered Poppi to distribute "Deng Xian Lu" in Wen Ling's memory.

Hearing this, the altar master sitting on the chair slowly got up.

Under the light of the candle, his figure was projected on the wall, distorted into a terrifying light and shadow, and an indescribable sense of oppression pervaded the air.

In the eyes of a group of believers, fanaticism became more and more intense.

"Very good," the altar master's voice was rough, and he glanced at the crowd coldly, "Recently, the rumors are getting tight, and the imperial court's hawks are trying to destroy my holy religion. When you come over, will someone follow you?"

The congregation shook their heads, denying it, emphasizing that they only came after repeated confirmation.

The altar master gave an "en", raised his hand and pressed down, making the atmosphere much quieter, and said lightly:

"That's very good. Since some saints are coming here for the first time today, or they still don't understand the holy religion, feel free to ask any questions you may have."

After the words fell, a tightly wrapped man in the crowd said:

"Altar Master, will the saint really return to the world?"

The main road of the Black Clothes Altar:
"Of course! Kyushu is about to usher in catastrophe. Our holy religion came out at the right time. The holy master has awakened from his deep sleep. Now we are assigned to spread the teachings to welcome the return of the holy master."

"What is a sage? Before the ages, there were four sages in heaven and earth, Daoist, Buddha, demon ancestor... ranked the third, and what we inherit is the mantle of the fourth sage. This is the 'Four Sages'. 'The origin of the name..."

The voice of the altar master in black was passionate, and he began to read the brainwashing words aloud.

Ji Pingan stood at the edge of the crowd, his expression slightly moving.

As a thousand-year-old living fossil, he possesses far more secrets than ordinary people, so he naturally knows the details of the Four Saints.

The so-called "four sages" are purely putting gold on the face.The first three can indeed be called holy, after all, they can be traced back, the source figures of several major inheritances.

The Piru Taoist system was created after Dao Zun obtained the "Tao Jing Tian Shu".

But this fourth "Holy Master" is purely fabricated. Its true background is a demon named "Magic Master" thousands of years ago.

His self-titled "Patriarch of the Devil's Dao" is incompatible with the Dao League, and it is indeed extremely powerful.

The past Four Sacred Leaders obtained part of the magician's inheritance.

He also mentioned this point not long ago, the night he met Tingxue Louzhu.

"After so many years, is it still the same thing?" Ji Pingan shook his head, disgusted by this kind of rhetoric that fooled the people.

However, aside from these bragging rhetoric, two of the messages are more critical, namely:
The revival of the Holy Master, and the return of the Holy Master.

The latter can be understood as a slogan, but the former...the so-called "holy master" undoubtedly refers to the "four holy masters".

There is no doubt that Ji Ping annihilated him physically and spiritually, but the altar owner claimed that he had recovered and assigned them to preach.

"Is it simply a rhetoric to deceive the people, or is someone pretending to be the leader of the Four Sages? Manipulating behind the scenes, trying to imitate the Four Sages of the past? Making trouble?"

Ji Pingan was thinking.

The lecture is over.

The congregants in the house were poured into ecstasy soup, and they all believed in:

The catastrophe is approaching, and only by believing in the holy master can one avoid the catastrophe and become a master.

Seeing that the brainwashing was successful, the altar master in black nodded in satisfaction, flicked his wrist, and lifted the cloth on the ground where the runes were drawn.

Underneath is a simple sacrificial altar. According to the folk ritual method, fragrant rice, cloth, jade, incense sticks, dishes, etc. are placed.

A group of people hula knelt in a circle and began to chant and worship.

Jiang Jiang floated in mid-air and glanced at Ji Pingan, meaning:

"Aren't you going to do it yet?"

Ji Pingan shook his head, his lips moved silently, and said with his lips:
"Look again."

Although he believed that the so-called sacrifice was fake, he still wanted to see clearly what these people were doing.

Gradually, as the incense was lit, green smoke curled up.

A mysterious and mysterious aura spread out around the altar.

Those mortal disciples all felt ethereal physically and mentally, as if they were wrapped by a vast and mysterious force, and they couldn't help becoming more reverent and reverent.

The lingering green smoke slowly condensed into an illusory eyeball without eyelashes.

At this moment, the eyes suddenly trembled slowly, and the expression of the altar master in black who presided over the sacrifice changed, and he said sharply:
"Who's hiding nearby!"

Humanized surprise appeared on Jiang Jiang's dull face, and she looked at Ji Ping'an, meaning:

We were found?

She was a little uncertain, after all, Miss Qi Ling was extremely confident in her spells, and the congregation together couldn't see through her disguise.

"Crack!"

At the same time as the words fell, there was a crisp clicking sound on the roof, and several warriors guarding the courtyard drew their swords:

"There's someone on the roof!"

At the same time, with some strange secret method, the eavesdropper, who had concealed his figure, flew down towards the courtyard like a big bird, with his right hand touching his waist and his wrist flicking.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

In the darkness, several streaks of silver light pierced the night, like a torrential rain, colliding with the swords of those warriors, and someone immediately cried out in pain.

inside the house.

The altar master in black let out a low growl, and rushed out of the house directly, but what was a little strange was that the common people seemed to be unaware of it, and they still knelt down and prayed.

outside the house.

Fang Ling, who was wearing night clothes and wrapped her whole body, threw out her hidden weapon and suppressed a group of qi-raising warriors.

This woman, who is known for her aggressiveness in the neighborhood, usually only wears sarongs, and beats her son with a wooden stick, shows another side of her.

The side of the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, Fang Ling touched the ground with her toes, not daring to stay longer.A mouthful of Lingsu sank into the dantian, the trousers snapped tight, and flew towards the courtyard wall like a sharp arrow.

Originally, with her strength, she was preparing for a sneak attack, waiting for an opportunity to capture the altar owner.

But the aura emanating from the altar made her instinctively feel fear.

"Where to go!"

At this moment, the sound of the wind seemed to be shattered. Fang Fu jumped into the air, and Fang Ling suddenly felt a chill hit his back.

In her mind, reason began to fade away, all kinds of evil thoughts in her heart were pulled, and her eyes became cloudy and bloodshot.

The supposedly light body suddenly became heavy, and even his thoughts began to slow down.

She turned around with difficulty, and caught a glimpse of the altar master in black who also jumped up behind her, only a few feet away from her.

I saw a thin blade in his hand, with a black and red aura lingering on it, and under the black robe, on a looming distorted face, two blood-red and tyrannical eyes.

What he held in his hand was a magic weapon, and the method he used was the magical method recorded in "Deng Xian Lu".

At this moment, Fang Ling was horrified to realize that she had lost the ability to resist, and could only watch the blade stabbing towards her heart inch by inch.

Confusion, confusion and resignation appeared in her eyes.

According to her judgment, the opponent's force should not be so much stronger than her own.

That's right, spell suppression... The opponent hid his hole card, perhaps in order to deal with the possible arrest by the officials tonight.

Prepared early.

And the pure martial arts, as well as the strange techniques she mastered, were restrained by the other party.

Desperate!

"No..." Fang Ling screamed sadly in her heart. At the end of her life, what she thought of was the seven-year-old chubby boy at home.

But it's all too late.

However, at this critical moment, Fang Ling suddenly saw in astonishment that a right hand with well-proportioned and clear joints was outlined suddenly in the void.

He accurately grasped the wrist of the altar master in black, and squeezed it lightly, the sound of bone cracking was extremely clear in the night.

Ji Pingan didn't know when he appeared between the two, his eyes were indifferent, and he deliberately said in a hoarse voice:

"Murder in person, have you asked me yet?!"

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