Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

“This is my Taoist child.”

"Dao Tong..."

Fang Bailu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he still bowed deeply:

"Tong...Tongzi greets the Immortal Master."

Mr. Kui ignored Fang Bailu's greeting, and another line of words appeared on the face towel:

"The research institute has important matters to attend to here, please leave on your own. You are just a hanger-on, and you are not qualified to participate."

Anbenola said nothing, did not move, and showed no intention of leaving.

Fang Bailu suddenly bowed to Mr. Kui and said:

"Master! I have something to say."

"You are now worried about how to enter Fu Yisheng's inner hall, right? I have a way!"

Ever since Fang Bailu saw Mr. Kui standing in the outer hall, he had already had some guesses in his mind.

The outer hall was empty, not a single member of the gang could be seen. I'm afraid they all hid in the inner hall. Otherwise, why would Mr. Kui be standing here in a daze?

In addition, he also knew that Fu Yisheng's inner hall was protected by a relic, and it was not easy for outsiders to enter.

We can't leave now. We must find out the purpose of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

"If you don't discipline your Taoist child, I will do it for you."

As each word appeared on the face cloth, the four people wrapped in white cloth behind Mr. Kui made strange squeaking noises.

"Master, Fu Yisheng has a statue of Guan Yu to protect his house."

"You are kind-hearted, so you must not have the heart to damage this precious relic, otherwise you would have broken into it long ago! I have been dealing with Fu Yisheng's people for a long time, and I can get them to open the door and come out."

The strange chirping sound stopped. Although the scarf was blocking his view, Fang Bailu still felt two real gazes coming from Mr. Kui, hitting him. Mr. Kui pointed at Fang Bailu:

"Your Taoist boy is very clever. How about giving him to me?"

Anbenola waved his sleeves and blocked Fang Bailu behind him:

"Mr. Kui already has four Taoist children with him, so don't try to steal mine."

She pointed her mask at the four people wrapped in white cloth:

"Besides, Mr. Kui's Taoist child can't speak, so his cleverness is useless."

There was a blank moment on Mr. Kui's face towel before words appeared again.

"A sharp tongue is of no benefit to your practice."

"Since your Taoist boy has a way, let him go."

The words on the handkerchief suddenly merged together and transformed into an arrow, pointing towards the inner hall.

Fang Bailu bowed to Mr. Kui and Anbennola, but a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind:

The Qigong practitioners from the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society came to investigate...

Anbenola said last night that he dumped a corpse of a zombie in the south of the city to distract the research group...

An urgent meeting request from Fukuyoshi Kakuto...

"Damn it! Anbenola dumped the living dead entity in Fu Yisheng's territory!"

Chapter 29 The Evening Dew Wet My Clothes (Part )

The outer hall and inner hall of Fuyisheng are separated by a long and narrow corridor.

As soon as Fang Bailu's feet stepped onto the imitation wood floor of the corridor, he heard bursts of noise and clamor coming from far away - as if a temple fair was being held on the street outside the wall.

One step, two steps, three steps——

The further into the inner hall Fang Bailu walked, the louder and more piercing the noise became.

Gradually, clear words emerged from the noise, as if thousands of people were reciting in unison:

"... Guan Yu, a famous general of Pan Asia. He was well-versed in Zuo Zhuan and received family education since childhood. He was a heroic young man, as majestic as a god..."

Fang Bailu could tell that this was the sacrificial text used by Fu Yisheng to worship Guandi.

"It was Fu Yisheng's people who prayed to the 'Statue of Guan Yu' and asked it to perform the function of protecting the house..."

Fang Bailu put his two index fingers into his ear holes, but this did not affect the content of the sacrificial text from penetrating directly into his mind:

"…He is a man of great benevolence and chivalry, helping the needy and the needy; he fights against the tyrants and travels around the world. He vows to build a pan-Asian economy and remains steadfast in his determination; he is loyal and brave and has made many achievements…"

When he came here before, he had heard the gang members chanting prayers to worship Guan Yu, but it had never been as sharp and piercing as it was today.

The sticky and warm touch flowed to Fang Bailu's mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, feeling a slightly fishy and salty taste: he was bleeding from the nose.

Fang Bailu felt his eyeballs hurting more and more, and he felt the urge to vomit: This was a sign of increased intracranial pressure. If he continued to move forward rashly, his brain would probably explode like a smashed watermelon.

He looked down at his feet—he had only walked less than a third of the way.

"No... People who haven't performed Fu Yisheng's 'Incense Hall Ceremony' can't force their way in... No wonder even Qigong practitioners can't get in."

The incense hall ceremony is the initiation ceremony of the gang. Only by becoming a formal member of Fuyisheng can one be free from the influence of the statue of Guandi.

Fang Bailu has been running a hardware store for several years and has handled countless goods, so he can be said to be knowledgeable.

But he still hasn't figured out the principle behind Fu Yisheng's "Statue of Guandi".

Relics are like that, difficult to understand with new age technology.

He calmed his mind and used the password that the gang leader had taught him:

"Fang Bailu is here to pay respect to the mountain!"

Amidst the roar of countless voices, a reply came:

"Report the four great names of mountain, hall, incense and water."

"The mountains are Chinese mountains, the hall is the Hall of Patriots, the incense is the incense of the Five Mountains, and the water is the water of the four seas."

……

After hearing Fang Bailu's answer, the endless chanting suddenly disappeared.

The change from extremely noisy to extremely quiet made Fang Bailu even more uncomfortable, and he almost vomited again.

"Fuck it, I'll have to ask the gang leader to give me more money later..."

Fang Bailu wiped the blood from his nose carefully and walked to the heavy wooden door of the inner hall.

He did not try to open the mottled wooden door that was two people tall, but walked straight past it as if nothing happened.

flutter!

As if passing through a layer of soap bubbles, Fang Bailu had already entered the inner hall.

This is not a real solid wood door, but a holographic projection that Fang Bailu sold to Fu Yisheng - the price of solid wood is too expensive, even Fu Yisheng cannot afford it.

The inner hall of Fu Yisheng was filled with smoke, and a dozen gang members were kneeling in the middle.

They held in their hands electronic incense sticks that would never go out, and chanted the eulogy to Guandijun:

"…Emperor Guan, with his great righteousness reaching the sky, is the most holy and supreme. His righteousness is as immortal as the heaven and earth; his loyalty is as bright as the sun and the moon. He drives away demons and corrects people's hearts, and his teachings are recorded in history; he supports the orthodox teachings and establishes human relations, and his merits are timeless. On this auspicious day, I respectfully offer sacrifices to him and enjoy the feast…"

The smoke from the incense and candles gathered together to form a circle, surrounding the statue of Guandi in the center of the room.

Fang Bailu has also sold quite a few statues of Guandi.

Whether they are Eastern Europeans, North Americans or indigenous people of Southeast Asia... as long as they gather in groups, they will raise funds to purchase a statue of Guan Gong to "protect their fortune."

Guan Gong statues are usually equipped with various sword-fighting software and top-notch knives, and their combat effectiveness is not inferior to that of ordinary swordsmen. Although they are expensive, they are good at protecting the house and exorcising evil spirits.

But the statue of Guandi in Fuyisheng is different: it is a relic that came across the sea from Pan Asia.

It is a clay sculpture that was molded and dried in the shade, about two people tall. Holding a crescent-shaped sword in his hand, he sits upright and strokes his beard. Brightly colored paint is used to draw lines along the concave and convex parts, outlining the fascinating eyebrows and eyes of Guandi.

Some of the paint has long been mottled and faded, and some parts are damaged beyond recognition, but -

The eyes moved in their sockets, looking around, and the nostrils twitched constantly, inhaling the smoke.

It is clearly made of real clay, but for some reason it can take on such a lifelike shape.

"White Deer!"

From under the statue of Guandi, there came an indistinct cry:

It was a human head floating in a petri dish.

His sparse hair floated in the light green nutrient solution, and his beard spread from his temples downward, covering the lower half of his face. Tubes connected the culture dish to the fractured part of his neck, circulating blood, removing waste, delivering nutrients, and supplying oxygen to his brain.

The scarred face and shining eyes were clearly visible to Fang Bailu even through the tempered glass.

This is Fu Yisheng's gang leader. Since a street fight a few years ago, he has been able to survive in this way - this life-support system was sold to him by the former owner of Fang's Hardware Store.

"You're here! Good, good, good... Fu Yisheng is saved!"

A vague sound came from the speaker on top of the petri dish.

"A gang leader... How much help can a gang leader give? Even if he is a Pan-Asian, what can he do?"

A hairy gang member shouted loudly. His Chinese was full of rolled tongue sounds. Fang Bailu could tell that he was probably from Russia and had plastic surgery.

Non-native Chinese speakers prefer to be pedantic about words to show how proficient they are in the language: ya ren, ya zi, ya jiu, ya lang, these are all ancient names for "middleman."

"What do you know? Shut up! Continue worshipping!" The horn leader shouted angrily, and the loudspeaker was filled with noise. "Bai Lu, let's talk aside."

Fang Bailu walked forward and carefully held the petri dish in his arms. He avoided the gang members who were still worshipping and walked to the corner:

"Boss, what's going on? There are Qigong practitioners from the research institute in the outer hall. If it weren't for the outer sect Taoist priests here, I wouldn't be able to enter here."

Although Fang Bailu guessed the whole story, he would not tell it all.

"A Taoist priest from the outer sect is here too? It turns out that the Qigong practitioner is from the research institute..." The cornerman floating in the petri dish paused and continued, "I asked you to come here because I really had no other choice..."

He pursed his lips and said, "See that body over there? Go take a look."

A piece of canvas was spread in the corner of the inner hall, and the unevenness of the canvas made it clear that there was a corpse underneath.

Fang Bailu saw it when he entered the inner hall, but he waited for the leader to bring it up.

Fang Bailu squatted down and put the petri dish aside. He lifted the white cloth——

An old body appeared before him, with several bullet holes on the wrinkled skin and dried dark red blood clots next to it.

"My little brother found it. You know, usually when they find a body on the street, they all take it to ours to dismantle the prosthesis and implants..."

Fang Bailu has taken over many second-hand prosthetic bodies sent by Fu Yisheng, but he never asked about their sources.

"Although it looks to be at least sixty years old, the body has not been modified in any way."

"The barefoot doctor judged that he had been dead for at least several hours, but there was not even a spot of corpse."

"And these bullet holes... I don't understand who would use a pistol on an old man who has never been reformed."

"This is the gunshot wound left by Anbenola to confuse the public..."

Judging from the bleeding on the body, Anbenola shot the zombie before his heart stopped beating.

In the New Malaysia, brain death is legal death.

A few bubbles slipped out of the corner head's mouth:

"Not long after the body was brought here, the Qigong practitioner came to our door... Something is fishy. There is something wrong with this body. I think the people from the research association came here just for this body."

Fang Bailu covered the canvas back and turned to face the petri dish:

"Kuaotou, why don't you just hand over the body?"

In Fang Bailu's expectation, the discovery of the corpse of the living dead should have the effect of further confusing people.

Including the bullet holes made by Anbenola, all of them were intended to lead the research group in the wrong direction:

That is - "other forces have also intervened in the fight for the immortal's body and learned the importance of the living dead."

But I didn't expect that this disaster would happen to someone I know.

"That Qigong practitioner from the research institute... attacked Fu Yisheng as soon as he entered, without even asking questions... Only the brothers who stayed in the inner hall used the statue of Guandi to save their lives... Bai Lu, now Fu Yisheng only has these people in the hall left."

The man in the corner lowered his eyes, seeming to be extremely sad.