Knife splashing

Chapter 468: Mountain and Water Eagle Flying

The night wind howls and the autumn rain drizzles.

The walls of the mountain god temple collapsed, the wooden door broke into several pieces, and the altar inside exploded. It seemed that the explosion came from the inside, directly blowing off the roof of the ruined temple.

Meng Shanhai, Wang Jingui, Zhou Xiong…

The tablets were scattered around, mixed with mud and water, covered with cracks, and the wood was rotten, as if they had been there for a hundred years.

The cliff tombs on both sides also exploded.

Bricks and stones collapsed, all of them exploded from the inside.

Zhao Xianda, a captain in the Chongqing Prefecture's Duwei Division, was holding an umbrella and observing the tombs carefully, frowning as if he was thinking about something.

All around him, there were corpses everywhere.

Most of the faces were purple and distorted, as if they were frightened to death by something, with blood flowing from all seven orifices and bodies bent at weird angles.

Others were torn into pieces and bloody.

In the night, the fire flickered, the autumn rain continued, and the ground was covered with mud and blood, dyeing the earth red.

A member of the Duwei Division held a torch and had a stern face as he carefully examined the corpse, recorded and collected items, appearing to be in an orderly manner.

Ever since the Chongqing Prefecture incident, the Duwei Division began to emerge and, in cooperation with Emei, quickly gained control of the Chongqing Prefecture.

Unlike Liu Qian, Zhao Xianda, who is also a centurion, was very low-key before, and only started to make efforts now that the time is right.

After handling several cases, he has become a famous figure in the Chengdu Weisi.

The higher-ups also wanted to add more responsibilities to him, so that he could suppress Wan Bao's reputation as the best detective in the southwest, so all the major cases were handed over to him.

There is no doubt that this is a big case.

"grown ups!"

A captain came over with a small flag, clasped his hands and said, "We have checked, no gunpowder was used, and the traces showed that it was done by two people, one of whom is quite large and good at hidden power, and the other is a sorcerer."

Zhao Xianda glanced at it calmly, "What about this village?"

Xiaoqi whispered, "We found some things in the warehouse, and we can confirm that this Old Bear Village is the Jialing River bandit 'Ghost Fish Gang'."

"He is a civilian when he is busy, and a bandit when he is not. He even occupies the docks to do business and sell stolen goods. No wonder he is so elusive and has never been caught in these years."

"More than a bandit."

Zhao Xianda looked at the broken graves around him and said, "They were worshipping ghosts and offering human sacrifices. The old ghosts in the graves were sucking away their Yang energy all day long."

"It's no wonder that others are so cruel because they are blinded by greed."

"Leave the case to the Law Enforcement Department. It has nothing to do with us."

"Sir, this..."

Captain Si Xiaoqi was stunned.

Zhao Xianda shook his head slightly and said, "You can't take all the credit. Take what you deserve and let go of what you shouldn't touch. Being too greedy will incur public wrath."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "But there are some things that we can't pretend to be deaf and dumb about. What's that person's name?"

"Those who survived said that the man called himself Rooster."

"Rooster?"

Zhao Xianda laughed dumbly, "Could it be that there are still twelve Yuanchen?"

"Spread the news that the Rooster has wiped out the evil bandits who worshipped evil spirits. The court knows about it, but will not pursue the matter."

The little flag was immediately puzzled, "Sir, please forgive my stupidity. It would be fine if I didn't arrest him, why do I have to make him famous?"

"It's very simple."

Zhao Xianda flicked his oil-paper umbrella, looked at the raindrops falling, and said calmly: "The Duweisi is responsible for monitoring the martial arts world for the emperor, not the head of the yamen. You must know what you should and should not do."

"The purpose of releasing the news is to let the people in the martial arts world know that my Duwei Division is not here to eat and do nothing."

"We want to make them famous so that people in the underworld will know about it. We also understand the rules of the underworld. In the future, when we speak for justice, people will fight for us."

"Yes, centurion."

Dozens of miles away, on the mountain road of Jinyun Mountain.

Wang Daoxuan was also holding an umbrella and carrying a lantern as he walked through the rain. Behind him, Wu Ba was carrying a backpack and wearing an oversized straw raincoat and hat. From a distance, he looked like a wild bear in the mountains.

"You ask me when I will return, but I have no idea. The night rain in Bashan has swollen the autumn pond. When will we cut the candle in the west window together and talk about the night rain in Bashan..."

Wang Daoxuan walked in the night rain and seemed to be in a good mood. The cold rain and mist seemed to have washed away the murderous aura from him.

He shook his head and said, "'Night Rain in Bashan Mountain' is well-known throughout the world, but few people know that Li Yishan wrote about this Jinyun Mountain."

"Uh-huh."

Wu Ba behind him nodded repeatedly, chewing a big pancake in his mouth.

Wang Daoxuan didn't care and just kept talking to himself.

Unexpectedly, Wu Ba swallowed the pancake and suddenly said, "You... why are you... angry? I've never seen anyone kill anyone... before."

Wang Daoxuan was stunned, turned his head and looked at Wu Ba. Seeing his dazed look, he was surprised at first, then silent for a while, and sighed: "I have never told anyone about this matter."

"My name is Wang Laonian, and later I was called Wang the Shopkeeper. I was busy making money, but I didn't know that my family believed the evil words and attracted evil spirits. I was the only one in the family who survived."

"I don't seek immortality, I just hope there will be fewer 'Wang Laonian' in this world..."

As they were talking, the two figures gradually disappeared in the rain and fog...

………………

Three days later, on the mountain road in Shu.

The road surface is paved with stone slabs, which can accommodate two pack horses walking towards each other. The steep sections of the road are carved into steps in the bedrock, which shows how much manpower was consumed in its construction.

Unfortunately, after a long time, the roadbed has long been destroyed and is uneven, mixed with mud, with ruts on it and the sound of horse bells in the distance.

This is the Chengdu-Chongqing Ancient Road, which originated in the Han Dynasty and took shape in the Tang and Song Dynasties.

It starts from Chaotian Posthouse in Chongqing in the east and ends at Jinguan Posthouse in Chengdu in the west. It is the most important land route between the two places.

Although it is old, it has complete facilities.

Along the way, there are not only post stations and pond shops, but also a larger number of tea sheds and inns for merchants and travelers to rest, change horses and stay overnight.

At this moment, the autumn rain has just stopped, and the sky is high and the clouds are vast.

The thick fog covering the mountains has dissipated, the autumn leaves on the distant mountains have turned yellow, the pines and cypresses are still green, and the river water is emerald blue, forming a gorgeous autumn scenery.

There are many people walking on the ancient road.

There were caravans with their wheels rolling and mules and horses neighing, as well as dignitaries sitting in carriages and sedan chairs, while ordinary people mostly walked.

There were even quite a few ascetic monks wearing conical hats and standing in a row.

In the woods beside the road, a group of mysterious people wearing Nuo masks and wide robes were lighting a bonfire, cooking and resting.

People passing by saw it but did not dare to disturb it.

Those who know the matter know that this is the Wuyangyang Opera Troupe, and a troupe that can set up altars to exorcise evil spirits and has wizards.

Even those who don’t know the business know one thing:
When you are out, try to avoid trouble.

These are naturally Li Yan and his group.

They set out from Zouma Town and arrived in Zizhou two days ago. Now they have passed Jianyang County and will reach Longquanyi in another half day.

After passing Longquanyi, you will arrive in Chengdu.

After two days of traveling, although they did not encounter any danger, they were exhausted, so they simply rested by the roadside to recuperate.

After all, the situation becomes more complicated when you arrive in Chengdu.

Above the treetops, there was a strange colorful flag made up of several colors. Although it was simple, it was extremely obvious when viewed from the air.

Li Yan sat by the campfire, meditating with his eyes closed. Although the women of the Bai family were all good fighters in the team, and there was an old senior like Bai Huan in charge, it was an escort mission after all, so he had to pay attention.

He was alone and didn't dare sleep too deeply at night.

In the dark clouds in the distant sky, a small dot suddenly appeared, broke through the sky and flew away with its wings flapping. It was the falcon in the beginning of winter.

Lu San's pet has long been spiritual. Although it does not know any magic, its flying ability and intelligence are far superior to those of ordinary falcons.

When it saw the colorful flag, it flapped its wings and landed.

Now that they were divided into three teams and had no telephones, Yingshuan Lidong naturally became the team's main source of communication.

The wings flapped and the bonfire swayed.

Li Yan first fed the boy a piece of rabbit meat caught on the road, then he took down the bamboo tube and carefully checked the information on it, with some surprise in his eyes.

Wang Daoxuan, this good guy, can actually be ruthless...

Wipe out an entire village of bandits.

It also gave out the name "酉鸡".

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Li Yan didn't know the reason, but he was very sure that Wang Daoxuan was definitely not a reckless person and he must have been angered by something.

He was not too worried. Even if Wu Ba was alone, he could kill all the bandits, not to mention Wang Daoxuan.

The team has been dispersed for five or six days.

During this short period of time, Wang Daoxuan acted quickly and checked all the places suspected of human sacrifice near Chongqing Prefecture according to the intelligence.

One is fake, it is a puppet show troupe that travels around the country and pretends to be mysterious and defrauds people of their money...

One was the Old Bear Village, which was wiped out by Wang Daoxuan.

There was another case involving murder. Someone seized relatives' property under the pretext of offering sacrifices to gods, and Wang Daoxuan informed Wan Baoquan through a letter.

There are benefits to being famous.

The name "You Ji" began to be mentioned in the martial arts world of Shu. Wang Daoxuan got to know several martial arts people near Jinyun Mountain.

According to them, in the vicinity of Nanchong and Langzhong, there were folk sorcerers secretly preaching that a dragon god had descended to the world. Many rural people joined the religion, and there were suspected traces of human sacrifices.

Wang Daoxuan once heard him say that Paijiao Huojiao's hometown was nearby, so he went north along the Jialing River to investigate.

After reading the information, Li Yan's face became solemn.

This operation is not the same as the one in Laoxiong Village. If it is really related to Lord Jiangshen, the danger level will increase.

Thinking of this, he immediately wrote a letter, asking Wang Daoxuan to only collect intelligence in secret, and no matter what happened, he would wait until the team reunited before dealing with it...

At this moment, Long Yaner, who looked pale, suddenly came over, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Old Sha...something happened?"

But she noticed that Li Yan looked strange, so she asked hurriedly.

"Well, something happened."

Li Yan replied without even raising his head.

"what?!"

Long Yan'er was shocked and almost lost her balance. She asked in a trembling voice, "What happened to him?"

Li Yan sighed, "Among the treasures from heaven and earth that Qingniu Temple told me about, there is a nest of jade bees. I wanted to find it and upgrade Lu San's demon gourd."

"This old guy was greedy and tasted some honey. As a result, his Yang Qi became disordered and he was stung by a poisonous bee and had to lie down for three days..."

Long Yaner: “…”

Seeing the appearance of this woman, Li Yan laughed secretly in his heart and couldn't help but sigh. If Lu San hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have realized that this Saint of the Gu Cult actually fell in love with Lao Sha.

Along the way, although he tried his best to hide it, he still couldn't help asking him about Sharifei's news.

I can only say that fate is such a wonderful thing.

Thinking of this, Li Yan stopped teasing and said seriously: "Miss Long, you should worry about yourself first. Although you have a method now, it is not easy to condense your life Gu again."

"Lao Sha is going to burn his boats. You are in greater danger than him. We don't know witchcraft, so we can't help you..."

After all, he was an old senior of the Siming Society, and his heritage was ancient. Bai Huan searched through books along the way and finally found a method.

But this method is more dangerous, almost risking death, and outsiders can't help at all.

Hearing Li Yan's question, Long Yan'er was silent for a moment, and a calm smile appeared on her face. "If it succeeds, I will come to find you. If it fails... just pretend that you have never met me."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to Bai Huan.

After seeing this, Li Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

People of the underworld are often forced to do things against their will. Many times, even if they develop feelings for each other, they have no chance to be together. At most, they can meet old friends in the future.

Lao Sha has been wandering for half his life, and this fate comes too late and too bitter.

Both sides will experience life and death.

Thinking of this, Li Yan picked up the pen and wrote down Long Yaner's situation and put it into the bamboo tube.

He knew that even though Sharifei didn't say it, he definitely wanted to know...

Wow!
The falcon Lidong flapped its wings again.

Looking at the black dot disappearing in the clouds, Li Yan stood up and said, "Okay, let's get going. We will arrive at Longquanyi tonight."

"Find a place to stay and get information..."

…………

Eagles flap their wings and soar in the beginning of winter, flying over mountains, rivers and streams.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly lowered his body, burst out from the clouds, and flew toward the mountains below.

The mountains are lush and green, with beautiful peaks and strange rocks hanging from the ground. In the mist, you can see Taoist temples and large tea plantations on the hillside.

This place is Bayue Mountain, where there are towering mountains and thirty-five peaks on the top. Although it is not a blessed place, it is also a place full of spiritual energy and beautiful scenery.

There are Taoist temples and Buddhist temples on the mountain, all of which are worldly temples. Literati and poets from Chongqing often go up the mountain to explore the beautiful scenery.

But the most famous is the tea garden on the mountain.

This place is rich in "Shui Nan Tea", which is the royal tribute tea. Even the Shu Palace has people guarding and picking tea all year round.

Generally speaking, tea is planted in spring and autumn, but the flavor of tea varies depending on the time of picking.

Spring tea is the most abundant, summer tea is bitter, and autumn tea has a mellow taste.

At this moment, in the tea garden on the mountain, the tea pickers are working, planting new tea. The cold wind is blowing, and their fingers are frozen red.

In the tent in the distance, the eunuchs of the Shu King's Mansion were warming themselves by the fire, drinking tea, eating snacks, and chatting with each other.

No one noticed that a falcon had flown overhead and landed in a dense forest on the back mountain.

Under the shade of the trees were Lu San, Sha Lifei, and the master and apprentice who were brought together by the Jinzhou Chamber of Commerce.

"Hmm~hmm~"

Sharifei's whole body was swollen, his eyes were as swollen as light bulbs, and he leaned against a tree, unable to help groaning.

The little white fox Chuqi stood beside him, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, with the corners of his mouth curved as if mocking him.

"Go, go..."

Sharifei waved his hands and muttered, "I was thinking of you and found honey for you, but now you come to laugh at me."

Lu San took out the bamboo tube from the eagle's claws, checked it, and handed the letter written by Li Yan to Sha Lifei.

After seeing this, Sharifei fell silent.

The old man next to him was applying medicine to him. Seeing this, he comforted him, "It's okay. This old man's prescription is specially used to treat bee venom. The swelling will go down in two or three days."

Sharifei forced a smile and changed the subject: "Senior Yu, will that thing really appear tonight?"

(End of this chapter)