I have a long pupil

Chapter 117 Harvest and Accidents

Shilipo is not ten miles away from the capital, but ten miles away from Qinglongdu. Caravans from several states in the southwest usually rest here to rectify before entering the capital.

It was almost dusk now, and the sky was low.

The dense forests along the river bank are covered with snow, and on the hills in the distance, there is a big town full of large and small inns.

While pulling the boat, Yu Ziqing said, "Since the incident happened, there have been fewer and fewer caravans coming from the southwest. Most of the Shilipo Inns are closed and the court is too lazy to collect taxes. It's pretty safe."

After everyone disembarked, Tie Yucheng, the eldest son of Tie Shouming, finally couldn't help trembling and said, "Uncle Zhang, is that you?"

Zhang Biao sighed and took off the Nuo mask.

He knew that although he had covered himself up, he couldn't hide his figure from people he knew well.

"Sure enough, it's Catcher Zhang."

Wang Xin's father also said excitedly: "I knew it, and you are the only one in the capital who is willing to help."

"Catcher Zhang, what's going on?"

"What happened to Shouming and Xin'er?"

Everyone asked questions in one go, with excited expressions.

They were caught in the Jingzhao Mansion prison in a daze, and they still haven't figured out what happened.

"Shouming and Wang Xin have an accident..."

Zhang Biao didn't hide it either, he asked Tie Shouming to investigate the case, asked Wang Xin for help, and dragged out the whole matter of unintentionally breaking the emperor's alchemy.

"Xin'er..."

Wang Xin's mother had been terrified for several days, and when she heard the words, she wailed and passed out.

Everyone hastened to help, their faces were ashen.

Zhang Biao said he hadn't found anyone yet, but they couldn't figure it out yet, and the two of them were in danger.

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing quickly said: "Let's go, everyone, settle down first, and then worry about it."

He led the crowd to the foot of the small hill, and lifted the dead branches of pine and cypresses piled up with snow, revealing a cave.

When Zhang Biao saw it, he knew it.

After the accident in the capital, Yu Ziqing took his mother to seek refuge with Uncle Shilipo.It seems that his cousin is not doing any serious business.

Everyone lit the torches and walked along the cave. After about half a stick of incense, they came to the end, which was a wooden door.

Open the wooden door, inside is a big secret room, full of boxes and wine jars.

"This is the underground secret room of the inn."

Yu Ziqing said: "Please stay here first, I will go get some food, and I will go out after the wind has passed."

Wang Xin's father is worthy of being an old policeman. Although he was sad, he still cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, little brother."

"It's okay."

Yu Ziqing shook his head quickly, "Brother Zhang doesn't need to hide, I'll take you up first and find an inn to rest."

"It's work."

Zhang Biao nodded, picked up the big and small bags, and led by Yu Ziqing, climbed up the tunnel along the wooden ladder.

The exit of the secret room is also considered hidden. In the wine cellar of the inn, as soon as he came out, he saw a white-haired old man walking in a hurry.

The old man was dressed in a cotton robe. Although his beard and hair were white, he had a solid figure, a broad face and a snub nose, and quite thick lips.

Yu Ziqing hurriedly said: "Brother Zhang, this is my cousin Yu Kui."

"I have seen seniors."

When Zhang Biao saw it, he knew that this person was a gangster.

Yu Kui clasped his fists and smiled brightly, "Brother, you are welcome. Ziqing is in the capital thanks to your care. You can stay at ease. If you want to leave Beijing, you can tell me in advance to arrange a boat for you."

"Ziqing, take good care of her."

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, unable to hide the worry between his brows.

Yu Ziqing hurriedly said in a low voice: "My uncle is the elder of the Qinglong Gang. The ferry is out of business, and the Qinglong Gang is also facing disbandment. These days, some people are clamoring for a separation."

Zhang Biao nodded slightly, thoughtfully.

It's not surprising that this happened.

The recovery of spiritual energy will not only bring disasters and opportunities, but also changes in the structure of various forces from the court to the rivers and lakes.

Under the tide, the fate of all people, from the emperors and cultivating sects, down to the traffickers and pawns, and the common people, is being held hostage, and no one can escape.

This is the troubled times.

……

As Yu Ziqing said, Shilipo is becoming more and more dilapidated now. In the main hall of the huge inn, there is not even a single guest drinking, and the tables and chairs are covered with dust.

When he came to a guest room on the second floor, Yu Ziqing first brought some food, and then said in a low voice: "Brother Zhang, you can stay here at ease, I'll go find out what's going on."

Zhang Biao nodded, and after he left, he closed the door, lit the oil lamp, and opened the packages.

Inside the package, it was full of bits and pieces.

There is the white mud-like charm left by the disappearance of the water charm,
There are shards of muddy tires from ghosts,
There is also a large obsidian-shaped placenta.

Although I took some risks this time, I also gained a lot. These are all spoils salvaged by the Paijiao disciples.

Zhang Biao used the eyes of spiritual vision to distinguish them one by one.

The fragments of the ghost's mud tires have been infested with Yin Qi and resentment all the year round. They are the best items in Nightmare Town. They can be used not only for formations, but also for casting spells.

The deceitful incantation of the Jiangliang lineage of Nuo Mian is a systematic incantation, which can not only face the enemy in front of the battle, but also open the altar to curse people remotely.

But preparation is a bit of a hassle.

One is to get blood from the other party's hair, and the other is to disturb the spirit.

Buried the ghost's mud tire fragments in the target house, it can cause nightmares again and again, the sun god will not guard, and finally be cursed to death.

The obsidian-shaped placenta, named "Dan", left behind after the death of ghosts and gods, is far more powerful than "Yu" and "Shi". Unfortunately, "Dan" was not bred.

Zhang Biao looked carefully and had an idea in his mind.

It can be hollowed out and made into a small cauldron, whether it is opening an altar to cast spells or refining Gu poison, it is a good magic weapon.

The buckled fragments can be polished into beads to refine more powerful curse bracelets.

Of course, the biggest gains are not these.

Zhang Biao picked up a few wood carvings to check.

Ghost Thunder Fireball (Yellow Level [-])

1. A low-level magic weapon of the Yanjia sect, embedded with dead jade, seals a ghost, engraved with Sunda wind talisman and 鬽 pattern on the surface, and filled with gunpowder in the center.

2. One-time magic weapon, borrowed tricks: ghost puppet control, gunpowder explosion hurts people.

3. Because of the connection between the mind and the mind, after the magic weapon explodes, it will suffer the backlash of the ghost's resentment...

These were all found from Zhou Ke's corpse. Although no inheritance was found, a lot of things could be figured out.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took out a pen and ink, and carefully copied the Sunda wind talisman and 鬽 pattern on the wooden ball.

The soul-suppressing death jade inside is probably the core, but it is better to take precautions and go back to the secret room of the Taoist temple to dismantle it.

He has the eyes of spiritual vision and can distinguish information. If he can comprehend the method, maybe he can enhance the power of his magic weapon...

Finally, he picked up the bronze tablet.

Fushou Gongling Piece (Third Grade Yellow Grade)

1. Sacrificial vessel for vulgar gods.Made of brass, it records the deeds of Lord Fushou during his lifetime, and uses the secret method of "pretending to be dirty" to stuff it into the mud tire to absorb the power of incense and give birth to vulgar gods.

2. This sacrificial vessel has been infested by the resentment of the souls of the dead all year round. It can be restored by washing with the power of incense and fire, or continue to infect it with mantras and turn it into an ominous thing.

3. Good and evil are determined by the heart, good and evil are determined by oneself...

It really is a sacrificial vessel!
The so-called sacrificial vessel is the core or magic weapon of the vulgar gods, such as the magic knife of the Fire Luo Cult.

He studied Fangxiang's family and passed down the lineage, and knew that there are many kinds of roots of common gods, whether it is demons, ghosts, or innate spirits and ancestor spirits, they cannot do without sacrificial vessels.

There are two types of sacrificial utensils, one is the core, which is used to absorb the divine power of incense and fire, just like the bronze medal in the hand, which is usually stuffed into the statue with the secret method of holding dirty.

There must also be this object in the statue of the pharmacist Buddha in Chongsheng Temple. Perhaps the craftsmen made mistakes and followed the ancient custom of pretending to be dirty, so that the vulgar god was born.

Other temples and Taoist temples are just pure mud, so naturally they cannot gather the power of incense.

The other is magic tools, such as the magic knives, yellow sand, torches and other artifacts of the Huo Luo sect, which are usually used to fight and perform common gods and magic.

There are two refining methods for this bronze medal.

One is to strengthen the mantra and make it into an ominous thing like the red rope of the god of happiness, which is used for fighting.

The second is to wash with the power of incense and fire to restore its original appearance.

Without hesitation, Zhang Biao planned to use the second method.

There are four kinds of magical arts in the Nuomian Committee, among which there is the art of imperialism, which needs to be refined with sacrificial vessels to control the vulgar gods to become slaves.

The spells he used for fighting are enough, and the magic of imperialism is obviously more attractive.

After checking it, Zhang Biao packed all the items by category.

There are many inconveniences here, and the refining can only be carried out after returning to the secret room of the Taoist temple in the capital.

In addition, there is another gain.

The disciples of the wind sect revealed to him the location of the Daye imperial tomb and described the strange things in it.

Zhou Ke changed the plan arbitrarily, one is to plot against him, and the other is to go to the imperial tomb.

Others don't understand, but Zhang Biao knows something wrong when he hears it.

What kind of imperial tomb is haunted? It is clear that ancient artifacts have become spirits there, and there are more than one of them. They can not fight each other, and there is obviously a stronger existence constraint.

"Essence" is terrifying to mortals, but to monks, it is a treasure, not to mention having a litter.

It's just that the place is quite far away, and it's still in the deep mountains of Huaizhou, so it takes a lot of time to travel there.

According to Su Wanniang's information, Taizhou, where Yujing City is located, is controlled by Daliang, and Huaizhou and Luzhou, which are separated, have no sects and have become buffer places, but the sects have not stopped infiltrating.

Among them, Cangzhou, which is next to Luzhou, is where Yanjiazong is located. Many gentry in Luzhou have secretly sent their children to Yanjiazong to practice.

In Bozhou near Huaizhou, the mysterious Xuandu Temple appeared there, so Huaizhou has many Taoist priests of Xuandu Temple.

Daye Imperial Mausoleum and Cui Laodao are both in Huaizhou. Zhang Biao has made a plan in his heart. With the effect of dragon blood and spiritual ginseng, he can practice to the physical training state as soon as possible, and go to Huaizhou before the heavy fog comes...

Before I knew it, the night was getting dark.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Biao opened the door. It was Yu Ziqing who was covered in snow.

After entering the door and sitting down, he took a few sips of hot tea, then shook his head and said, "Brother Zhang, something happened in the capital."

"The Huo Luo Cult killed the ghoul at the altar at noon. I don't know if it succeeded, but there was a lot of movement."

"I heard that thunder was born in the daytime, the earth dragon turned over, and there was a dark wind and black fog in the city, and many zombies came out to attack people."

"Although the people near Fenglefang have been relocated, many zombies have escaped to hide. Now the people in Yujing City are panicked. The imperial court has mobilized tens of thousands of frontier troops to enter the capital. No one cares about the robbery..."

When Zhang Biao heard it, he immediately understood.

It's the murderer who ran out!
(End of this chapter)