I'm not a fortune teller.

Chapter 43 Ghost Phoenix Lady
"Are you sure it's here?"

The academician's team came all the way from Yunzhou, accompanied by Yunzhou's elite Qingyun Guards, and their leader was Yunzhou's military governor: Qin Xiang.

"The Divine Eagle has discovered this place, so it should be correct." The academician was relatively polite to Qin Xiang, even more polite than he had been to the governor before.

Wu Mu is the highest-ranking military officer stationed in each state by the imperial court. He or she has a chance to rotate every three years. The top ten people in the world competition can choose to challenge him or her. If the challenge is successful, he or she will replace the original Wu Mu and guard the state for three years. If the challenge fails, the original Wu Mu will continue to guard the state.

The benefits of being a martial pastor are numerous. In the local area, he has the right to mobilize the armed forces of sects from all over the place to assist in handling affairs. The resources distributed by the court are also distributed by the martial pastor. The martial pastor also manages the function of connecting the martial arts sects with positions in the court. With the recommendation letters written by him, the disciples of the sects will have the opportunity to join the local army and government offices to assist in making meritorious services in exchange for court resources.

Qin Xiang has been serving as the Martial Pastor in Yunzhou for nine years and has been undefeated for three sessions, which is very rare in a place like Yunzhou where competition is fierce. His strength is well-known among the Martial Pastors in the world.

The reason why the academician was polite was because of the other party's strength and the underworld forces behind him. With his sincere assistance, many evil incidents would be much easier to resolve.

"But according to the county annals, this place was abandoned fifteen years ago." The county magistrate who followed behind him said hurriedly.

"What does the county annals say?" asked the academician, looking ahead.

This place does look desolate, with no human habitation within a hundred miles.

"It is said in the county annals that fifteen years ago there was a Majia village in this mountain range. The villagers there were good at climbing and would often venture into the mountains to collect wild ginseng. It was a famous ginseng village. Many herbal medicine shops in the city had bought their ginseng, which was of excellent quality. But fifteen years ago there was a heavy snowstorm that seemed to have caused a landslide, and the entire village disappeared from then on. Even the bodies were never found."

"Will your county not do anything about something like this?" the academician frowned.

"The county magistrate at the time, Lord Feng, once brought the county lieutenant to search here to see if there were any survivors. After all, many people from that village married into the county town, and they all went to the government office to complain. The county magistrate couldn't refuse, but the county annals record that they searched three times in a row, but they couldn't find any trace of Majia Village, let alone any people."

"Where is the county magistrate now?"

"Forehead"

"What's wrong?" The academician turned around, frowned at the other person's hesitant expression and asked.

"Lord Feng died of illness while in office, and Lord Luo, who was transferred from next door, replaced him. He never took care of this matter again."

"Dead?" The academician narrowed his eyes slightly. "What about the county lieutenant back then?"

"He's dead too." This time it was Wu Mu Qin Xiang who spoke: "Come to think of it, I still have some impression of him."

"Oh?" The academician looked at the enduring Master Wu Mu with curiosity.

"When I first arrived in Yunzhou to serve as a military governor, the county lieutenants in various places were supposed to report to me on the public security situation in the county every six months. However, Yunshan County's county lieutenant Ma Zhong sent his subordinates to report to me twice. I felt that he treated me disrespectfully, so I sent my subordinates to reprimand him. I didn't expect that my subordinates would say that the county lieutenant was dead. I went to see it myself."

"How about it?"

"It was a very strange death." Qin Xiang frowned as he recalled the situation back then. "My family said that he had only been dead for a few days, but his body was stiff, and he had white hair like a wild animal. His lips were black, and his face looked more like withered old bark. His flesh and blood had shriveled up, which was very abnormal."

"This is obviously not a death from illness. Didn't you investigate at the time?"

"I have investigated it," Qin Xiang sighed, "but Yunshan County was very peaceful back then. There were no records of evildoers committing crimes in the past five years. There were no traces at all. And then his family also disappeared, so there were even fewer clues."

"All family members are missing?"

“Disappeared out of thin air.” Qin Xiang recalled the situation at that time: “Not only his family, but also the family of the county magistrate, and the married woman from Majia Village, all met with accidents one after another in the six years since Majia Village disappeared.”

“Why wasn’t this reported?”

"I have reported it." Qin Xiang looked at the other party and said, "You should be familiar with the sorcerer sent from Shangjing at that time. It was Master Yuan Hai."

"Master Yuan Hai?" Qin Xiang's pupils shrank: "Hasn't that one been solved either?"

"We didn't find any clues, and the case was left unresolved anyway." Qin Xiang shook his head.

"I see." The academician sighed. It's not that the court didn't care. Sending a figure like Yuan Hai was considered important. But some cases can't be solved. They can't just keep wasting time. Qin Xiang just took office nine years ago. That was when Master Yi appeared. The attention of the entire court was attracted by this matter. Naturally, not many people cared about the disappearance of a mortal county magistrate and his family.

"Master Deng's Divine Eagle Technique should not be wrong. I think the people of the Ghost King Cult are related to the disappearance of the people in Majia Village that year." Qin Xiang opened the map and carefully confirmed it, and then said: "According to the intelligence, the missing scholars in recent years are all from the Youyun area. If they take the Xiangyun Road to enter Beijing, they may be guided to this place. However, there is not even a place to shelter from the wind and rain here. How can those students be deceived to come here?"

Qin Xiang's movements were extremely fast. In the heavy snow, when everyone reacted, only a shadow covered with snowflakes was left. Xue Zheng had a very wide field of vision due to his own skills. After reacting, he found Qin Xiang's position in an instant, but he was already ten feet away.

In just a blink of an eye, he had no idea how the other party got there, and his heart was slightly startled.

These top-level warriors were still so dangerous. If they suddenly attacked me, ten of me would have died.
The one who was even more shocked at this moment was Qin Xiang. He moved fast enough but the opponent was fast enough. The moment he approached, he felt a sword intent coming at him, which made him stop abruptly.

Qin Xiang touched his neck and saw a hair-thin wound that continued to ooze blood. In this snowy weather, the blood froze into blood ice in the blink of an eye.

He didn't see clearly how the other party drew his sword, and just stopped by instinct. If he had been a little slower, he would probably be a headless corpse now. The key point is that the one who did this was just a little girl who looked eight or nine years old.
"Hmm?" The girl looked up at the other person: "Good skills, what's your name?"

Should I ask this?

Qin Xiang took a breath and whispered, "My name is Qin Xiang, the Martial Lord of Yunzhou. May I know who you are, senior?"

He didn't believe that the other party was a baby, most likely an old monster.

"Wu Mu. Oh, I've heard of him." The other party nodded: "The best fighter in a place is Wu Mu, right?"

Qin Xiang curled her lips slightly, then bowed and said, "I dare not. There are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world, not everyone will challenge Wu Mu."

"Well, I've heard that after you win the world competition, you can challenge Wu Mu." The girl nodded: "According to the rules here, I should participate in this year's competition before I can fight you. Zhang Rui said that I have to follow the rules and not kill people randomly."

Qin Xiang's pupils shrank when he heard this. This guy wants to participate in the competition?

"Senior, the world competition can only be held before the age of 30."

"Can't you see I'm only eight?"

Qin Xiang: “.”

Are you kidding me?
"Lord Qin?" Academician Deng Lingfeng, who was far away, saw that something was wrong and walked over here.

"Master Deng, don't come over!" Qin Xiang hurriedly stopped him.

With this guy's skills, if Lord Deng hadn't prepared the skills in advance, he would have been killed in the blink of an eye at this distance!
Deng Lingfeng understood what he meant and secretly prepared the technique.

"You'd better not do this." Murong Yunji looked directly at the old man who was secretly preparing the spell: "The evil spirit in you is quite dangerous. If you don't stop, I will have no choice but to kill you."

Deng Lingfeng tensed up when he heard that. The opponent was clearly still ten feet away, but when his eyes locked onto him, he felt as if the opponent's sword was already against his throat.

No wonder Qin Xiang was so fearful. How could such a young kid have such ability?
"I wonder what the senior is doing here?" Qin Xiang asked hurriedly, and then gestured to Deng Lingfeng to stop messing around.

“I got separated from my family.”

"Family?" Qin Xiang was stunned: "I don't know who your family is..."

"Mr. Zhang, the magistrate of Fuchuan County, is my uncle." Murong Yunji curled her lips.

This is the identity agreed upon with that guy. If I want to participate in the competition, I can only let that guy take advantage of me.

"The Magistrate of Fuchuan County?" The academic official in the distance responded, "But the Magistrate of Fuchuan County who rescued the prince in the North Sea?"

"right."

"Oh, so it's one of our own family." Deng Lingfeng was secretly on guard, but a smile appeared on his face: "Where is Lord Zhang?"

"After entering the temple last night, he disappeared." Murong Yunji pointed to a flat area not far away, and then recounted what happened yesterday.

After hearing the whole story, everyone was stunned. A temple just disappeared?

It sounds really scary.

"Ghost Gate." Deng Lingfeng rubbed his fingers, his eyes solemn: "Did you hear clearly, that scholar named Yang Jie really called Ghost Phoenix Queen?"

"Of course I didn't hear it wrong." Murong Yunji looked at the other party: "What's the problem?"

Qin Xiang also looked at him curiously: "What's wrong, Master Deng?"

“Ghost Phoenix.” Deng Lingfeng took a deep breath and said, “The one worshipped in the north is the Green Phoenix Goddess, who is in charge of the four seasons of wind and rain. She is the orthodox deity of Taoism. But according to ancient records, before the Great Jin Taizu established the orthodox deities of Taoism, this Green Phoenix was the Ghost Phoenix Goddess.”
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"My Lord, why are you back?"

Inside the temple, before the group left, they discovered that Zhang Rui and his group had walked back to the temple gate.

The group of scholars suddenly became nervous again.

Zhang Rui looked coldly at Yang Jie who was sneering behind him: "I'm afraid we can't get out for the time being."

(End of this chapter)