Chapter 345: Paying Homage to the Mountain
Chapter 345: Paying Homage to the Mountain (Monthly Tickets Plus)
"Ding Xiu only has one wife, a son and a daughter. On the surface, the couple is harmonious, but in fact he has a mistress. He goes to the west of the city to meet her on the 13th of every month..."
"The Ding residence has six entrances and three study rooms. Ding Xiu stays in study room number three every day and does not allow others to approach."
"His three disciples are all in the central courtyard. The positions and times of the three patrolling servants..."
In the shadows, Sikong Xing walked slowly, as if he was getting up to go to the toilet at night, while his thoughts were racing in his mind.
He had already memorized the entire process of stealing, including scouting the area, gathering intelligence, surveying the terrain, and looking for opportunities. During the days he had been hiding in Ding's house, he had already planned a complete plan.
It was a dark and moonless night. Sikong Xing arrived at the study No. 3. He avoided the patrolling servants, knocked over a few vicious dogs with a snap of his fingers, approached quietly, broke the bolt, and entered the study.
The room was very dark, but Sikong Xing was not affected at all. After a few glances, he found the secret compartment. Without much effort, he took a wooden box in his hand.
"I've been a groom for so long, so it's only natural for me to get paid. And that old fellow Ding Xiu slapped me..."
Sikong Xing weighed the wooden box casually, resisting the urge to leave his name behind, and felt a sense of pleasure in revenge.
There are tens of millions of households in Hengshan City. With his ability to disguise himself and hide his presence, he is not afraid of the court's pursuit at all. He is only afraid of those colleagues who are also skilled in theft and tracking and happen to run into him.
After closing the door, he was about to retreat along the planned route when he suddenly heard a loud shout from the front yard. His heart trembled, and without thinking, he jumped onto the wall, found a direction and dived headfirst.
He was running very fast and without making any sound. After a few jumps, he had already gone a long way.
"There's a thief!"
The screams from the front yard spread quickly. Sikong Xing, who was lurking in the shadows, heard the sound of breaking air behind him. He sneered in his heart, but he had already arrived in another yard.
“This family looks quite wealthy.”
After avoiding vigilantly for a while, Sikong Xing was also looking at this house. This was his subconscious habit. When he saw this, his heart couldn't help but move.
"We can't create unnecessary complications..."
Resisting the urge to do one more job, Sikong Xing was about to retreat when he suddenly heard a low, shrill scream, followed by a large area of torches lighting up in the front and back yards:
"Don't let that lecherous thief Sikong Xing go!"
"?!"
Sikong Xing, who thought someone had broken into the house to pick flowers and kill people, was about to leave when he heard loud shouts coming from all directions and his face suddenly changed.
"Which bastard framed Grandpa?!"
Sikong Xing was furious, he had realized something was wrong. The people in the yard reacted too quickly, even the most elite servants and guards did not have the ability to act like this.
unless……
"ambush!"
He jumped up and avoided the arrow that was flying towards him, piercing through the rockery and the wall and sinking into the ground. Sikong Xing felt a chill in his heart, let out a strange cry, and fled:
"Ding Xiu?!"
Huhu~
In the darkness of the night, the wind was whistling, torches were swaying, and figures were jumping out from all directions. There were also many archers lurking in secret. Even though Sikong Xing was very good at light work, he was forced into a miserable state for a while.
"Don't let that lecherous thief Sikong Xing go!"
"Into your mother!"
Sikong Xing almost vomited blood, knowing that he was framed again:
"I have never had two lovers in my life, you lecherous thief, your mother, Ding Xiu...ah!"
collapse!
The arrow broke through the air and sank into the ground with a trace of blood.
On the eaves of a house, Ding Xiu slowly put down his longbow and said:
"Force him to go to the north of the city and make more noise. If Zhongli Luan wants to catch the thief, let him catch him!"
"Yes!"
Several Zhenwu Hall masters bowed and left.
"Just let him go?"
On the other side of the eaves, Zhu Chongying was playing with his three-foot sword: "Zhongli Luan is not easy to fool. He may not believe it."
"What else?"
Ding Xiu's face was as gloomy as water: "If you don't trust the imperial court, how can you trust a thief?"
"I always feel that this is a troublesome matter, and..."
Zhu Chongying glanced at him and said, "Jin Zhufeng is coming soon."
"The Jingping Division has no control over the Zhenwu Hall. So what if Jin Zhufeng is so powerful? Does he dare to provoke that marquis? If you give him face, he will take the blame!"
Ding Xiu sneered, and the sound was heard only by the two of them:
"The loss of the Yunxiang Ding was due to Ouyang Ying's poor supervision. We will at most be reprimanded. But if someone traces it back to that Marquis..."
"Maybe you're right."
Zhu Chongying looked towards the Zhenwu Hall and sighed inwardly:
"Why did the prince accept such a disciple..."
"Only God knows."
Ding Xiu had a wooden face. Just thinking of that face made him feel blocked in the heart.
"Let's go, we have to pretend to be nice."
Zhu Chongying put away his sword, and the two of them, one in front and one behind, each leading a dozen people, chased after them with great momentum.
……
"call!"
In the courtyard, under an old tree, Yan Chunyang sat cross-legged. On his bare upper body, silver light flowed like water, but eventually dissipated.
Woo~
The pores on his body opened, and the smell of sweat mixed with blood spread out, covering the entire yard.
Seeing this scene, the two old servants serving in the courtyard dared not breathe.
"Or not."
After another blood transfusion, Yan Chunyang looked pale and his eyes were red:
"Why is it still not working?!"
"My Lord, the Qianyin Ceremony is almost here, why don't you wait a little longer?"
An old servant bowed and said, "Even if there are elixirs to replenish the body, blood transfusion is still harmful to the body."
"Can the Thousand Yin Ritual really help me change my blood?"
Turning the beads in his palm, Yan Chunyang took a deep breath, and after swallowing a few elixirs, his complexion quickly recovered.
"Master Qianyin is omnipotent..."
"Shut up!"
He glanced at the old servant with disgust and said, "Don't brag in front of me. If you can't get blood, I will tear down the temple of your Thousand Yin Master!"
"Master Hou..."
The old servant's expression changed, and suddenly, as if he realized something, he turned around abruptly and fell to his knees with a plop.
"Hmm?" Yan Chunyang looked up.
But from the shadows, a pale, feminine young man in a black robe walked out slowly:
"Yan Chunyang, how come the Master of the Law also sent his blessings when you were born? Don't you have any respect for him?"
"Fayin boy?"
Glancing at the two old servants kneeling on the ground with their heads pressed to the ground, Yan Chunyang's eyebrows rose with murderous intent:
"Who are you to dare to address me by my name?!"
Click~
As the two people's qi collided, the ground in the courtyard suddenly cracked, and large bluestone bricks broke apart.
hum~
The string of beads in Yan Chunyang's hand trembled, and a shadow emerged, blocking the two of them.
"Shadow Heart?"
Seeing the person who seemed to be transformed by the dark fog, the feminine young man snorted coldly and dissipated his breath.
"Brother Fayin, please don't blame me."
Ying Xin shook her head and looked at Yan Chunyang, frowning: "My Lord?"
Yan Chunyang glanced coldly at the feminine young man:
"It is his honor to bless this Marquis!"
"You bastard..."
The boy Fayin was furious.
"Master Hou!"
Ying Xin felt her scalp tingling, and she turned around abruptly, holding down Yan Chunyang who had just stood up in anger:
"The prince has sent a message. The message has arrived."
Woo~
After hearing these words, the two furious people instantly lost their violent aura.
The Fayin boy took a few steps back, and Yan Chunyang held up the bracelet with both hands, only to see strands of inky true energy rising up and transforming into a scarlet dragon eye.
"Master!"
Yan Chunyang kowtowed heavily, and several people in the courtyard kowtowed one after another. Fayin Tongzi did not kneel, but he also bowed and paid homage:
"Fayin greets His Majesty, may His Majesty be well and safe."
"Fayin, why are you here in Hengshan City if you are not here to serve your master in the temple?"
The dragon's eyes stared at Fayin Boy, who felt a chill down his spine and didn't even dare to raise his head:
"Your Highness, the Thousand Spirits Dharma Master lost a tablet for saving people here, and my Dharma Master sent me here to help the Blood and Flesh Vajras find the tablet."
"Where is your Master Yan?"
"Your Highness, the leader should still be on the coast of the East China Sea?"
"The king is in the East China Sea."
Dragon Eyes examined Fayin Boy: "That old turtle is not here. Do you know where it went?"
"This this……"
The boy Fayin shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
The dragon stared at him indifferently, until the latter was sweating profusely, and then he spoke:
"Go down."
"Farewell, Your Majesty."
The boy Fayin breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick it up.
Until this moment, no one in the courtyard dared to make a sound. Yan Chunyang raised his head, his eyes full of awe:
"Master..."
"Pure Yang."
"The disciple is here!"
"Tomorrow, go to Longhu Temple to pay respects to the mountain. Bring me my Dharma letter and take a look at the current disciples of Longhu Temple!"
"what?"
Yan Chunyang was stunned for a moment, then bowed and agreed.
"Shadow Heart."
"My subordinate is here!"
"Go and meet Long Xixiang."
"Yes."
hum~
At this time, the dragon's eyes just dispersed, turning into wisps of ink and sinking into the beads.
"Congratulations, Master!"
When Yan Chunyang raised his head again, his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Yingxin was somewhat confused:
"Why does the prince suddenly want to see Long Xixiang?"
……
……
Huhu~
In the darkness of the night, Sikong Xing ran wildly, cursing in his heart.
His martial arts skills were excellent, and he would sometimes dive into the ground, but he was still being chased and was in a very bad state, with no time to stop the bleeding.
"wrong!"
Suddenly, he stopped and looked back quickly, only to see at least dozens of people chasing him quickly on the eaves and streets in the distance, but they did not surround and stop him.
But keep chasing, as if to...
"They want to drive me to the north of the city?"
Sikong Xing keenly sensed something was wrong. He suddenly stopped and saw a golden light rising in the distance. Even though he was dozens of miles away, he felt a chill in his brows:
"Grandmaster?!"
Sikong Xing was horrified and felt his scalp tingling.
"It's over!"
Seeing the golden light coming at a very fast speed, Sikong Xing felt his legs trembling and he even lost the thought of running away.
It was rumored that he had escaped from the Grandmaster, but he was the only one who knew that it was just a rumor, and he had never even seen the Grandmaster...
"call!"
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulder and was lifted into the air. Strong winds whistled around him. He looked up in horror and saw a familiar ghost mask.
Dad...bah, savior!
Sikong Xing's tears were streaming down his face and his face was shaking from the strong wind.
Li Yuan didn't even turn his head, and rushed away with Sikong Xing in his hand like he was flying a kite. His speed was so fast that Zhongli Luan, who was coming at a very fast speed, couldn't help but stop.
(End of this chapter)