Where the wind chimes sound, there is a god

Chapter 14 The storm arises

Chen Beimo tidied up his clothes and picked up his belongings. Fortunately, he had prepared a set of clothes, otherwise he would definitely be noticed when he returned to the city with the blood stains on his body.

He took a tinder and set fire to the clothes he had taken off to avoid being discovered by others.

Most of his clothes were dark blue, so even if he changed his clothes, the color was not much different from what he wore when he left the city yesterday.

Chen Beimo did not rush back to the city. Instead, he sat there and rolled over the burning clothes with a branch. He waited until the clothes were burned to ashes and then scattered the ashes around. Even the knowledgeable coroner could not determine that these were the ashes of clothes.

After all, it was murder, so we had to be careful. The death of more than ten people at once would definitely shock the entire Jincheng and even report to the three divisions of Guangnan Province. Maybe some talented people from above would come to investigate.

Fortunately, a heavy downpour last night washed away most of the traces. The footprints he left behind were definitely gone, and the other clues did not point to him.

No one was left alive last night, and I don’t think anyone would believe that a sickly teenager could kill dozens of people.

Chen Beimo felt a little empty in his stomach. He took out a steamed bun and was about to eat it, but suddenly he was stunned.

Steamed bun!
I gave the little girl two steamed buns yesterday, but later I found out that the little girl was just a Gu person, so she must not have eaten them and left them in the temple.

He didn't dare to underestimate the coroners of this era. These people's professional skills were simply terrifying. There were many stories in ancient times about how a criminal could be identified based on just a footprint. This was no joke.

Those two steamed buns were bought from Aunt Zhou. The coroner can definitely tell who made the steamed buns. But can Aunt Zhou remember which people bought the steamed buns on which day?
Since his own safety was at stake, he couldn't afford to gamble that the coroner wouldn't be able to find out. He needed to consider the worst-case scenario in order to remain calm and have a better chance of survival!

Chen Beimo's expression was uncertain for a while, then he took out the two remaining steamed buns from the package, handed them to Beichen Jun beside him, and said, "Eat it!"

Beichen was stunned. He stretched out his tongue, sniffed, and shook his head to express his resistance.

Chen Beimo said expressionlessly, "You have to eat it even if you don't want to! You ate a lot of game last night, so it's just right to eat some noodles to warm your stomach."

Beichen shook his head again, indicating that he was not a vegetarian.

Chen Beimo ignored its protests and directly pried open its mouth, then forced two steamed buns into Beichen Jun's mouth.

"Gulu~"

"Gulu~"

"No~"

Beichenjun's mouth was stuffed full, and he swallowed in grievance. Chen Beimo followed his body and said, "Be good, eat it and I'll make you something delicious when I get back."

Beichen rolled his throat in dissatisfaction, and his body squirmed a little bit, sending the full noodles in his mouth into his already bloated body.

Chen Beimo stretched out his sleeves and said, "Let's go back.

"

Beichen Jun could only shrink his body and return to his sleeves, and was taken back to the city.

When I passed by the temple on the way back to the city, I saw that it was surrounded by many officials and constables, and many passers-by were gathered together and talking in low voices.

Chen Beimo pretended to be curious and walked forward, looking for a farmer who seemed to be quick-witted, and asked, "Big brother, what happened here? Why are there so many officials?"

The farmer was a gossiper by nature, and when he heard someone asking him about this, he naturally wanted to talk, and enthusiastically explained, "Little brother, you don't know yet, do you?
Last night, a major case occurred in this land temple, and even the county magistrate was alarmed and came to investigate in person."

"Ah? What a big case? Even the county magistrate can't sit still?" Chen Beimo said in surprise.

Seeing him like this, the farmer couldn't help but feel satisfied and pretended to be mysterious and said, "Last night, it was a dark and windy night, and dozens of people died in this land temple!"

"Dozens of people died?" Chen Beimo was shocked, with fear on his face, "How could there be such a cruel person who could kill dozens of people?"

"We don't know either. The government's notice hasn't been posted yet. We don't know about investigations. I took a look inside before the government officials arrived. It was really scary. Arms and legs were scattered all over the place, and heads were rolling all over the floor..."

When he spoke of this, everyone felt a chill in their hearts, but they couldn't help but listen.

Chen Beimo left quietly and continued walking towards the city. He didn't expect that the government would act so quickly. This long-renowned County Magistrate Fu must have some talent.

When we arrived at the city gate, there were dozens more soldiers guarding the city. They were carefully checking everyone entering and leaving the city gate, and the security was much stricter.

Chen Beimo stood in the crowd and waited patiently. Not long after, two horses suddenly came out of the city. On the horses sat two men of extraordinary bearing. They were wearing pure white brocade robes with patterns of wind, clouds, rain and snow, and even had long hats with low brims on their faces, looking extremely mysterious.

They left the city without being questioned, and the soldiers guarding the city hurriedly cleared the way for them.

Chen Beimo listened to the discussions among the crowd nearby and realized that this was the most unique government organization in Dajin, the Six Gods Division!
Investigating cases and searching for strange things, supervising officials, arresting criminals, and performing national sacrifices and offerings to gods are all done by the six departments.

The imperial teacher of the time, Huangfu Qi, was the chief of the Department of Heavenly Gods, and he alone was trusted by the emperor. Therefore, the emperor was known throughout the world for his superstitious belief in divination and the gods, and he was given the title of spiritualist.

Chen Beimo just prayed in his heart that these two people didn't find out anything. Since they were from the Six Gods Division, they must have some real abilities.

Soon it was his turn to enter the city for inspection, and he was allowed to enter after some questioning.

On the way into the city, he could hear a lot of discussion about the Tudi Temple tragedy. He walked back to the alley with a normal expression, and was stopped when he passed by Old Man Wang's house.

"Oh, Ermo, you're finally back!" Granny Wang San heaved a sigh of relief when she saw him, and walked out of the courtyard and stood at the door and said, "A lot of people were killed in the land temple last night. I got up in the morning and knocked on your front and back doors for a long time, but no one opened the door. I was so scared that my heart almost jumped out of my chest!

Don't run out of the city casually in the future, and if anything happens, ask your elder brother to take care of you."

Chen Beimo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Third Granny. I'm very smart. I went to burn Sanqi paper boats for my master last night. It got late and it started to rain, so I spent the night in the mountains."

"Amitabha! You are so lucky that you are not there... At least you are fine. If anything happened to you, I don't know how to explain it to your brother and your master in the future...

"

Grandma Wang San naggled for a long time before letting him go. The old lady was an honest person and had some true feelings for him, so Chen Beimo naturally listened patiently before opening the backyard and going home.

After locking the doors and windows, he went up to the attic, let Beichen Jun out to sniff around the house and yard, and then asked, "Has anyone been here?" Beichen Jun shook his head, indicating no.

Only then did he feel relieved and took out the book on Blood Sword Technique from the package and read it carefully. This was indeed a book on internal martial arts. As for its power, it must be quite strong. Otherwise, with Ye Feng's second-rate martial arts skills, it would be impossible for him to kill nearly a hundred people and still be safe and sound.

Naturally, this was a method of magic that emphasized practicing through killing, and even using human blood as medicine and forging swords with human blood.

Everything else is fine, except this sword-refining technique which is quite strange. It doesn't seem like an ordinary internal energy method, but rather like an evil method of cultivating immortality.

The book said that one must find a precious sword of extreme yin, hide the sword for ten years, and breed yin energy. Then when the blade is sharpened, it must be washed with a woman's menstrual water on a yin year, yin month and yin day. Then the sword must be placed in a dead person's coffin underground for ten years. Finally, the sword body and sword nature must be nourished with the blood of a hundred people. Killing a hundred people will make it a sword, killing a thousand people will make it an evil spirit, and killing ten thousand people will make it a demon.

The book records it in great detail, taking into account all the favorable conditions of time and place for each step. It is obvious that this is an evil sword!
Chen Beimo took out the soft sword from his waist and straightened it with a swish. The sword was light, the blade was shining, and the whole sword felt slightly cold. The forger of this sword was a master of Huashan Sword School. After many twists and turns, the previous owner of this book spent his entire life to develop it into an evil sword and brought it into the coffin. Finally, it was accidentally obtained by Ye Feng.

A woman with no foundation in martial arts can roam the world with just this sword, killing more than a hundred people across several provinces. It is obvious that this sword is extraordinary.

The book also contains matching internal energy techniques, sword moves, and notes of the previous owner. As for Ye Feng, she died before she could leave any notes.

Of course he would not learn this technique, but he could study more about sword moves and sword techniques. In addition, the book also shows that the martial arts levels in the world are divided into three levels. The lowest is the third-rate master who has practiced internal skills for several years and has mastered three or five moves. These people are the most common in the world, and they are considered cannon fodder for the major sects.

Unless one can practice hard and cultivate for twenty to thirty years until the Qi circulates throughout the body and one has mastered the essentials of martial arts, he can be called a second-rate master.

Second-rate masters are divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. The middle grade requires at least 40 to 50 years of internal strength, while the upper grade requires at least 60 years of internal strength. Of course, the true level of martial arts strength is affected by various factors such as moves, skills, and weapons, but relying on the depth of internal strength to divide the realm is the most commonly accepted way in the martial arts world.

As for the first-rate masters, they are the people in power in the major sects, and each of them is able to dominate the martial arts world. If they are divided by internal strength, one must practice internal strength for at least a hundred years to be called a first-rate master. Of course, it is impossible to achieve it by practicing on one's own, and all kinds of precious medicines and secret recipes are needed to increase internal strength, which is extremely expensive.

There are only two divisions in this realm: first-class masters with perfect internal skills and ordinary first-class masters.

Those who have perfected their internal skills can be called masters of martial arts, and they will be well-known throughout the entire Jin world.

Except for the five major sects, other sects do not have such a martial arts master.

According to the records in the book, the five major sects are the Shaolin Temple on Mount Song in the north, the Huashan Sword Sect on Mount Hua, the Wudang Sect on Mount Wudang in the south, the Quanzhen Sect on Mount Zhongnan, and the Qingcheng Sect at the foot of Mount Qingcheng.

Most of the demon cults gather in the Yunmeng Lake area, and the demon cults in the northern grasslands are also quite powerful.

In addition, there are many large and small sects in the world, such as the Zhengyi Sect and the Pili Hall in Guangnan Province, which are too numerous to count.

After reading the records in this book, Chen Beimo had a much clearer understanding of the martial arts world of Dajin. It seemed that the internal strength of second-rate masters could not compare to the Kanshui true qi, and he also had some understanding of his own strength.

No wonder everyone in the world is obsessed with cultivating immortals. Even after decades of practicing martial arts, they may still not be able to defeat a novice like him. It's really a pity.

Thinking of this, Chen Beimo took out the Pishui Sword, stroked the sword lightly with his fingers, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will follow me, but you will no longer be an evil sword that kills without restraint, but a sharp weapon that protects me!"

As he spoke, he mobilized the Kanshui Qi in his palm and swept it across the sword body. A layer of light blue divine light lit up and disappeared into the sword body.

Kan water submerges in metal, which is not rain or dew. It is extremely weak and has the most static momentum. It can moisten the soil and nourish metal, and develop all things. Chen metal is a true dragon, and it changes with luck. Geng metal combines with You metal, and the combination of male and female turns into Dui metal, which becomes this water-repelling sword, which can suppress metal and lift water, and is not afraid of fire and soil, becoming an extraordinary tool!

Just as Chen Beimo was marveling at the changes in the sword's properties, the golden bell hanging in the house rang at the right time. The jingling sound was transmitted to the mind of the person outside. All the snakes in the yard became ferocious and spit out their tongues, and the chickens, ducks, geese and dogs in the neighbors' houses all roared and barked wildly.

Chen Beimo was startled and hurriedly grasped the string of golden bells in his hands, but he felt a sharp pain in his hands as if golden needles pierced his flesh. The remaining Kanshui true energy was introduced into the golden bells, and the bells suddenly sounded clear and mellow, as if soothing people's hearts. All kinds of animals and livestock became quiet.

"What kind of treasure is this?"

Chen Beimo was surprised. The tingling sensation in his palm disappeared. The Kanshui true energy was completely devoured. The golden bell also became slightly connected to his mind. He picked it up and shook it gently, but it no longer rang.

"What's going on? Why isn't it ringing? Wasn't it always ringing before?"

No matter how he waved the bell left and right, it wouldn't ring.

Could it only be driven by Kanshui Qi? Judging from the movement just now, it was probably a treasure that could control the mind.

This golden bell has always been hung in front of his bed. He thought it was a toy that his master gave him to play with when he was a child. Unexpectedly, what his master said was actually true. This golden bell is also a treasure!

Could it be that Master's Wang family is a family of immortal cultivators who have been passed down from generation to generation? Otherwise, how could they have cultivation techniques and this ancient golden bell?

The master fled here from the north, and only after he settled down here did he complete the first level of the Tianhe Yuling Kanshui Sutra. If you want to know the truth, you may only be able to look for it in the north.

Chen Beimo kept in mind that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely go north to trace his roots. Although he was not a member of the Wang family, his master was like a father. He inherited the Wang family's heritage and was a descendant of the Wang family. If he did not cultivate to the first level, he would probably have to accept an apprentice with the surname Wang, and then continue to pass on these things.

Talking about the technique, practicing to the first level does not mean just refining the Kanshui true Qi, but rather establishing oneself as the "true body". After the Kanshui true Qi is perfectly integrated into the physical body and the Qi is stored in the Dantian, then you can be considered to have entered the first level!

Thinking that he still had a long way to go, Chen Beimo calmed down and continued to make umbrellas. An oil-paper umbrella, dozens or hundreds of processes could smooth out his ups and downs and allow him to calm down in the ordinary world.

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Outside the city, County Magistrate Fu stood with one hand behind his back with a gloomy face. Such a tragedy had actually happened during his tenure. If it went wrong, his official career would be over.

In front of him, two people from the Six Gods Department stepped forward and saluted, saying, "County Magistrate, we have already found out the general situation."

"Please speak, both of you!" Magistrate Fu said politely. Each of the six gods has its own duties. The Rain God Department is in charge of punishment and reconnaissance to assist in solving cases. Their abilities are much stronger than those of coroners.

One of them said, "According to our deduction, there are nearly twenty people gathered in the land temple. The bodies and belongings of the deceased can prove their identities, and their belongings are not lost. Most of them dare not leave any clues and are very cautious. I think they should be people near Jincheng.

Among the dead were the two notorious demons Feng and Yun. According to other intelligence from the Six Gods Bureau, these two demons had indeed gone all the way south to commit crimes.

And the "Drinking Blood" soft sword was taken away, this person is most likely a gangster."

The other was Qi Hong from the Six Gods Division. He took out a dead insect and two snakes from the evidence behind him and asked, "May I ask if the magistrate knows if there are any talented people nearby who are good at controlling insects and snakes? Especially those who can control snakes!

This Miao woman died here. Although I find it a little unlikely, judging from the cracks on her body, I would venture to guess that a terrifying giant python might have bitten her in half!"

(End of this chapter)