The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 251 Random Drive, Mutual Contact

Wuji Realm, Chenhuan City.

Qin Zhiming closed his eyes and turned into the alley.

Although it is called an alley, it is more than ten meters wide.

But compared with the streets that are dozens of meters wide, this is just an alley.

The ground was paved with square white stone bricks, and there was no garbage to be seen.

The ground on both sides of the alley, close to the houses, is made of bluestone bricks with rectangular holes.

On it, there are many huge rattan baskets.

The things piled up in some wicker baskets have exceeded the top of the basket.

Qin Zhiming took a glance and found that those wicker baskets were trash cans.

At this time, several strong men wearing the same clothes came to the rattan basket pushing a flatbed cart.

While chatting, they poured the garbage in the wicker baskets into the wicker baskets on the flatbed truck.

After pouring the water, he did not forget to pick up the bucket on the flatbed and rinse the rattan basket on the ground.

When the clean water touches the rattan basket, it turns into dirty water and flows into the ditch below the bluestone bricks through the rectangular holes on the bluestone bricks.

Only when people have enough food and drink will they think about improving the quality of life.

For example, the pursuit of beauty and attention to cleanliness.

This scene is enough to show that most of the people in Chenhuan City have enough food and drink.

Otherwise, if the rattan baskets were placed in Chaolan County, not only would the garbage in the baskets be gone, but the baskets themselves would be taken back to the homes of the people to be sold or used.

"Brothers, how do we get to the morgue?"

As Qin Zhiming spoke, the power of his mind penetrated into the brains of the strong men.

They suddenly had a feeling that the person speaking seemed to be a brother they had not seen for a long time.

"Go forward and turn right. When you reach the alley, turn left again. You will arrive at the end."

"I'll take you there."

"Need not."

Qin Zhiming threw out a large silver ingot, and a strong man hurriedly caught it:
"No, we can't..."

When he looked up, Qin Zhiming was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone looked at each other, and then at the large silver ingot, their faces lit up with smiles:

"Hurry up and work! Let's have a good drink tonight!"

"it is good!"

"I want to drink good wine!"

After a while, Qin Zhiming knocked on the door several meters high in front of him.

Squeak.

The door slowly opened, and two sturdy men stared at Qin Zhiming with frowns.

The moment Qin Zhiming's mouth corners raised, the two vigilant strong men immediately smiled.

They warmly welcomed Qin Zhiming into the courtyard.

There are many things about this morgue that are exactly the same as the one in Chaolan County.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, but they were all wrapped in thick black cloth, unlike Chaolan County, where all the corpses were naked.

In the center of the many "black mountains", there is a huge stone platform with nine steps.

On the stone platform, there were many strong men, skillfully using medicine to clean the dust or blood stains on the corpses.

There is a stone tripod in the center of the stone platform, with a strong firewood under the tripod. Thick white smoke like a white python constantly gushes out of the tripod mouth.

This white smoke rising into the sky will fall down when it reaches a certain height.

The morgue was filled with white mist.

Qin Zhiming used his mental power to scan and found that the sky above the morgue was covered by a round cover formed by white fog.

Not only that, the power of the mind is also hidden in this white mist.

Qin Zhiming's mental power had just been sensed by him.

"Excuse me, which Taoist friend are you?"

Qin Zhiming looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pretty woman in a white robe standing not far in front of him.

Obviously, the mental power in the white mist belongs to her.

"Qin Zhiming, an outer sect disciple of Wuji Temple, sorry to bother you."

Qin Zhiming bowed and saluted.

Hearing the words "Wuji Temple", the woman immediately returned the greeting:
"Lan Zhen, a disciple of Huawu Cliff Outer Sect, may I ask what you want from me?"

As the woman asked, she looked around and found that everyone was working as usual, and no one was looking here.

The two burly men in front of Qin Zhiming stood there with lifeless eyes, motionless.

"I'm sorry, I'm new here, so I have to use some tricks to find my fellow Taoists."

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, the two sturdy men turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

"Fellow Daoist, let's chat inside."

She saw that Qin Zhiming's mind was extremely powerful, he could deceive others at will, and he was also a disciple of Wuji Temple.

She had no reason, nor did she dare, to turn him away.

Lan Zhen led Qin Zhiming through many "black mountains" and arrived at a small courtyard.

The walls of the courtyard were made of corpses wrapped in black cloth, as were most of the furniture inside.

"Sorry, this is just my little hobby. I'm sorry to have made fun of you."

Qin Zhiming entered the courtyard with a normal expression on his face. He sat on the corpse kneeling on the ground in the yard that served as a chair.

"It's okay. I usually use my hobbies to pass the time."

Lan Zhen picked up the teapot on the table and poured two cups of tea.

"What do you want from me, fellow Taoist?"

“I come from a small place and I am good friends with the owner of the morgue there.

I came to Chenhuan City today and wanted to see how the corpse yard here is different from ours?"

“Well, there’s really nothing different about it.

He dealt with corpses, studied both good and evil arts, and then secretly bestowed evil arts on those with sharp minds.

Life here is sometimes boring and sometimes interesting.”

"Then why haven't I seen any evildoers in the city?"

Lan Zhen frowned, then suddenly realized.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from a place where no immortals have ever appeared?"

"Yes, there was an immortal just before I left."

“That’s right, the place where the immortal just appeared is different from the place where the immortal resides.

Where immortals reside, no evildoers are allowed to enter the city.

When a person becomes an evildoer, I will force him out of the city in various ways.

He would be outside the city, practicing evil magic.

This has two advantages. First, it can save the lives of the people in the city.

Second, if there are demons, monsters, or evil things outside the city,
Evildoers who are good at detecting evil spirits will rush to fight them for power.

With their presence, I can take them down or control them before they become stronger."

"It sounds like the evildoers are very similar to the dogs you let out. Won't they go to other cities?"

"Hahahahaha, that's pretty much the same idea.

No, the evil magic I bestow upon them will secretly seduce them and will not let them stray too far from Dust City."

"I can understand taking those things, but why do you want to control them?"

“Because some things are special, I need to make them stronger.

The so-called control does not mean manipulating them, but using correct techniques before they become stronger.

When they become stronger, I can easily activate their magic and kill them, and then get what I want from them."

"I see. You're telling me this. Will it be okay?"

Lan Zhen smiled and shook her head:
“No, anyone who is related to the Immortal Sect knows about these things, even some families in the city that have produced immortals.

Otherwise, who would I sell those failed evil weapons I made to?"

"I've learned a lot. I heard that most of the owners of the Corpse Yard are from the Ministry of Life?"

"Yes, the Dou Si opened a martial arts school, the Cunning Si entered the imperial court, the Ming Si lived in the morgue, and the Yue Si enjoyed himself everywhere.

This was a joke that everyone played on the Four Officials of Taoism in private.

But it’s not absolute, after all, the situation in each place is different.”

"I see. We are both fate masters. Have you ever heard of the Living Mountain?"

"Of course, Huoshan is one of the most powerful immortal gates in the Ministry of Life."

"Fellow Daoist, can you contact the outer disciples of Huoshan?"

"Who do you want to contact?"

"Living Mountain Boy Cheng."

(End of this chapter)