Chapter 137: The Ghost from Zen

Chapter 137: The Ghost from Zen

Chapter 137: The Ghost from Zen
"Do not misunderstand."

Gu Zhuo smiled gently and said, "I'm not scolding you."

Xiu Hu Zhenren sighed, a very bitter smile appeared on his face, and he shook his head and said, "I would rather you were scolding me."

The biggest taboo in the art of divination is to spy on yourself.

If he did this, what would be damaged in the end would not only be his faith in Taoism, but also his own limited lifespan.

"For something like this, you should at least give me a suitable reason, right?"

He looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and said helplessly, "Otherwise, what's the difference between this and asking me to commit suicide on the spot?"

Gu Zhuo's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "I will only give you a direction."

Xiu Hu Zhenren was silent for a moment, then said seriously: "Not to be refused?"

Gu Zhuo said: "Unless there is betrayal."

Xiu Hu Zhenren said no more and nodded.

"Count it in your past."

Gu Zhuo looked at him and said, "Why were you safe and sound in the Divine Capital during this year's Summer Festival?"

Upon hearing this, Xiu Hu Zhenren's eyes suddenly changed. He thought of many possibilities in an instant, and his expression changed from solemn to astonished.

"I understand."

He no longer hesitated. He stretched out his hand and summoned a life plate hanging a foot in front of him. Then he immersed his mind into it and used the secret method without any reservation.

The next moment, countless images came like a surging wave and appeared in front of Xiu Hu Zhenren's eyes. Those were every day he had ever spent.

Before this, Gu Zhuo had closed his eyes and listened.

Master Xiu Hu looked at the past scenes, and watched the past years passing by like flowing time. His mind became heavier and heavier, as if wet clothes were constantly being put on him, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe.

This heavy pressure from the mental level made his face become paler and paler.

However, at this time, his eyes became brighter and brighter, which was a sign that the secret of heaven was about to come.

At a certain moment, the speed of the picture changes began to slow down, and the world in front of Xiu Hu Zhenren was no longer so vague, and gradually became clear.

He was a young man living in a noble restaurant.

It was a kind face.

It was a warm light.

When Master Xiu Hu saw the last ray of light, he subconsciously closed his eyes, but... it was still too late.

That glimmer of light was like a firework, swaying and rising in his sea of ​​consciousness, about to bloom.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo opened his eyes.

The Sansheng Tower flew out of his palm and instantly reached above Xiu Hu Zhenren's head, casting a shadow before the ray of light bloomed, covering it.

It was like winter snow dispersing in the spring sun, and the glimmer of light disappeared without a trace.

Xiu Hu Zhenren's body swayed slightly and he almost fell to the ground, his clothes completely soaked with sweat.

Just now, if that glimmer of light had been able to bloom, he would most likely have died instantly.

This was undoubtedly a walk on the brink of life and death.

He could no longer maintain his composure and supported his body with one hand, gasping for breath.

Gu Zhuo listened quietly without saying anything.

I don’t know how long it took for Xiu Hu Zhenren to come to his senses.

He raised his head and looked towards the Three Lives Pagoda, and asked with a trembling voice, "Is that the previous life of the Three Lives Pagoda?"

"Yes."

Gu Zhuo nodded.

Xiu Hu Zhenren muttered to himself, "So the rumors are all true... destroy all magic, annihilate true essence, and ban all magical powers."

Gu Zhuo shook his head slightly and said, "It's not as great as you say."

Master Xiu Hu calmed his mind and stopped being immersed in the emotions of surviving a disaster. He thought about how to put into words what he had seen and learned before.

Then he heard a sentence.

"Thank you for your hard work. Take a rest first."

Gu Zhuo said in a gentle voice, stood up and walked out the door.

Xiu Hu Zhenren was stunned and thought, you clearly didn’t ask me anything, why are you leaving now?
"I already know everything you saw."

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "There are still a few of your guests outside. I will send them away for you. It is up to you to decide whether to stay here or not."

When he left, he closed the door.

……

……

Not long ago, Gu Zhuo and Pei Jinge had a conversation about when to take action.

Neither of them was the type to talk meaningless nonsense, especially before doing anything - yes, since then they had already discovered that there were other uninvited guests in Langya Mountain.

When these people noticed that Master Xiu Hu's aura suddenly weakened, they naturally approached quietly in the night, trying to find out what had happened.

Mount Langya is located in the territory of Southern Qi.

These people naturally come from the Secret Service.

After walking out of the wooden building, Gu Zhuo continued walking forward as if he knew nothing.

At some point, he suddenly stopped near a pine forest.

hiss!
Two dark sword lights broke through the air from the depths of the pine forest and pointed directly at his hands and feet. Although they were not intended to kill him with one blow, they were enough to cause serious injuries.

Unlike Sui Qian Gu and Taoist Nun An Ning, the secret agents of the Secret Service would not think so much and would rather believe the aura emanating from Gu Zhuo himself.

Then, it is natural to draw the sword.

First seriously injure the person, then take him back and torture him severely to get out all the information that can be asked.

Whether it's the Sky Patrol Department or the Secret Service Department, this is always the way they are best at doing things, and they all like to use flying swords.

Before today, Gu Zhuo would be somewhat unfamiliar with this.

However, after he had seen with his own eyes how the Patrol Department killed people, the two sword lights from the Secret Service Department were unlikely to surprise him. Of course, even if he had not experienced what happened today, he would not be surprised either.

Because Gu Zhuo already knew everything in advance.

Just as the sword light fell, he moved again.

The difference is that this time his steps were no longer slow, but as fast as Dong Zhen could reach.

boom!
The dark sword light passed through the afterimage left by Gu Zhuo and directly hit the bluestone slab.

After a loud bang, gravel flew and smoke and dust gradually rose.

Before the two secret agents from the Secret Service could draw their swords and frown in surprise, Gu Zhuo had already arrived in front of them and swung out his fist.

At the same time, a slight "hmm" sounded, with a hint of surprise.

This sigh didn't change anything.

Even if a sword light follows.

Before this, Gu Zhuo's fists had already landed on the chests of the two men respectively. His true energy penetrated their bodies and directly shattered their hearts.

It was not until the moment of their death that the two spies showed surprise in their eyes, but it was too late to do more.

In the dark night, Pei Jinge looked at this scene with his brows slightly furrowed.

A flying sword flew straight towards Gu Zhuo's back, and at this moment he had just punched and killed two people, and was unable to turn back.

What's more troublesome is that the master of the flying sword is obviously at a higher level than him, at the level of Yangshen, which is above Dongzhen.

The third realm and seventh stage, when a practitioner enters the stage of nourishing the spirit, the soul will undergo a mysterious transformation, which will be mutually confirmed with the skills that one has practiced. This is reflected in battle not only that the flying sword becomes faster and the Taoism becomes stronger, but also that one's own methods have more special changes.

The changes brought about by the skills practiced by the Southern Qi Secret Service fell on the flying sword and became the second sword edge hidden under the shadow of the sword body.

Even if Gu Zhuo blocked the first sword, the second sword could still avoid the front and stab directly into his vitals.

Now that he has no time to turn around, what should he do?
Gu Zhuo's thought moved slightly.

The Sansheng Tower appeared behind him, facing the sword.

Two soft sounds, and it ended peacefully.

The two swords were completely blocked by the Sansheng Tower without causing any damage.

The secret spy in the state of spiritual rest looked at this scene, his eyes suddenly widened, he recognized that it was the Three Lives Tower, and turned to leave without hesitation.

When he put this idea into practice, he knew he was wrong.

A sharp pain came from his chest.

The tip of a sword slowly emerged from his flesh and blood, pierced his clothes, and entered his eyes, bringing darkness to him.

In just a few moments, three battle-hardened secret agents from the Secret Service were all killed.

Gu Zhuo walked in the pine forest and raised his hand to call Zhe Xue back.

There was no trace of blood on the sword's blade.

Pei Jinge walked out of the night and said, "I was right at the beginning."

Gu Zhuo put Zhexue into the Sansheng Tower and asked, "Hmm?"

Pei Jinge said: "You are very suitable to join the Sky Patrol Department."

Gu Zhuo didn't want to pay attention to this, and said instead: "There is a clue."

Pei Jinge smiled and said, "Is this the reason why you killed people and forced Xiu Hu to give up everything he had and become a member of the Tianming Sect?"

"Xiu Hu is originally a member of the Tianming Religion."

Gu Zhuo refuted calmly, then suddenly changed the subject and said, "That ghost is related to Zen Buddhism."

Pei Jinge was silent.

After a while, she asked, "Are you sure?"

Obviously, if the word "Zen" appears in this matter, it will represent unimaginable trouble.

There are only eight peerless masters in the realm of Yuhua left in the world today, two of whom are from the Zen sect, second only to Daqin.

Gu Zhuo thought about the warm light he had "heard" from Xiu Lake not long ago, and nodded and said, "Confirmed."

Pei Jinge was silent for a while, then said, "Are there any other clues?"

Gu Zhuo said: "A kind face."

No matter how you look at it, this is the face of a monk.

Pei Jinge fell silent again, still unwilling to give up, and asked again: "No more?"

Gu Zhuo turned around and faced her, pointed at his own face, smiled and said, "And me."

If he hadn't ended the summer festival in an unprecedented way, bringing everything to an abrupt end, Xiu Hu would have died long ago. How could he have lived to this day?

From this perspective, he is undoubtedly the key figure who allowed Xiu Hu to leave Shendu safely.

In this case, it is only natural that Xiu Hu sees his shadow when looking back on the past.

Pei Jinge was speechless.

After an unknown amount of time, she looked up at the night sky and suddenly asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Gu Zhuo said calmly: "Continue to investigate."

Pei Jinge retracted her gaze, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Reason."

Gu Zhuo said seriously: "I don't like being used as a pawn."

This is what he really thinks.

Even if he is not a teacher, he will still try to find out who the ghost is. He will not be at peace otherwise.

More importantly, he couldn't accept being used as a pawn to hurt those he cared about.

“So I want to know who is behind this,” he said.

Pei Jinge liked the firm attitude revealed in this sentence, and then asked: "What if I decide to give up the investigation now?"

Gu Zhuo thought about it and said honestly: "Then I'll check it another day."

　Good morning, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)