For a time, the auction was in chaos.
Such cruel and unknowable means made the monks panic and alert, because everyone in the field had the possibility of committing crimes.
When the disciples of the Taichu faction saw Wang Zhenren's death so tragic, they were very excited, and they clamored for an explanation from Jinguang Pavilion.
The Yuebai woman's face is also very ugly. She is in a dilemma, and she senses that a very strong coercion is coming, which is enough to cultivate the sky!
Because of the barrier in the private room, including Zhenren Wu Chen, the others were only slightly uncomfortable, but the people on the first and second floors were extremely uncomfortable, as if ants were facing a giant elephant, it was an irrepressible instinct of fear.
Fortunately, the people who released the coercion were measured and didn't really hurt them.
The noisy lobby was quiet for a moment, and an old man appeared in the crowd and said: "I am the Taoist priest of Libo, who is dedicated to Keqing in the Golden Light Pavilion. Please be safe and don't be impatient. Today's matter is that my Golden Light Pavilion is not well received, and I will definitely give you one. Explain!"
Taoist Wu Chen was taken aback: "True Monarch Libo?"
Jingyue: "Who is he? I've never seen him on the Fei Xian Bang."
Wu Chen Zhenren: "He was originally an elder of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, and he cultivated in the world of the world, but I haven't heard from him for more than a hundred years. I didn't expect to come to Jinguang Pavilion as a guest."
Jing Yue: "In an auction in Jinguang Pavilion, it is possible to invite the real person of Dongtian to sit in the office. No wonder the name of the first auction house is so stable."
In the mirror stone, Daoist Libo waved his sleeves, the Golden Light Pavilion formation opened wide, and golden cages surrounded the lobby from all sides, trapping everyone in it.
"True Monarch Libo, what do you mean?"
"Yes, why are we locked up? Does Jinguang Pavilion want to silence it?"
Someone in the crowd immediately questioned angrily, but Taoist Libo said calmly: "This is a strange matter. I suspect that the murderer is among you. Please cooperate and stay for a while. Once the suspicion is ruled out, you can leave at any time."
Although what he said was normal human feelings, who would want to be forcibly kept
Someone said, "It's clear that your Jinguang Pavilion is not properly defended. Why do you want us to cooperate? If we delay other things, how can Jinguang Pavilion compensate!"
"That's right, that Wang Zhenzhen was very arrogant and arrogant just now. I'm afraid that there will be many enemies. If you want to ask questions, you should also ask their disciples from the early days, or the people around him?"
"Yeah! I said that the masked Zifu cultivator is the most likely! Maybe he used some kind of secret method to retaliate! But he's gone, why are you embarrassing us if you don't chase him in the Golden Light Pavilion?!"
These words have received a lot of approval, but a few disciples sent by Taichu, and more than a dozen monks who were unlucky to sit near Wang Zhenren were not convinced. So you came and I quarreled, and in the end, the original intention was deviated. Chickens and ducks talk wildly, and even old accounts are turned over.
Daoist Libo's eyebrows couldn't stop shaking, and just when he couldn't help but want to suppress his consciousness again, suddenly, his expression changed slightly.
There was still a lot of noise in the hall, but no one noticed. Daoist Libo swept away the body and appeared in front of the private room of No. 1.
The door opened, and Taoist Libo said directly, "Do you know the cause of Wang Zhenren's death?"
The person he asked was the real person Wu Chen, and the latter handed the salute, "I have seen Libo Zhenjun, the reason why I transmitted my voice to you is because I found some clues, but I have to see the corpse to know the details."
Libo Taoist: "I brought the body."
After saying that, he threw the corpse in his sleeve to the ground.
Jing Yue was comforting Lan Feng, who was shivering in his arms. Seeing this scene, his teeth were inexplicably itchy.
He sniffed, and as expected, he smelled the expected smell, so he gestured to Master Wu Chen with his eyes.
The latter immediately said: "This is a witchcraft sorcery. The spellcaster takes human essence and blood, refines it into a talisman, and then uses the spell to fix the bone-piercing nails on the talisman's head, heart, and lower genitals. Those who are cursed will die instantly."
Daoist Libo focused on checking the body, but did not notice Jing Yue's eyes. At this time, he heard Wu Chen's words and said in horror, "The hidden ghost charm! It's the Shura Tower!"
But then he paused and said again: "Impossible! Asura Pagoda broke its inheritance as early as the turbulent times of demon robbery!"
Asura Tower is a magic cultivator, with unpredictable methods and extremely cruel, but only one person can be passed down in a generation. And in the eight thousand years after the demon calamity, there has been no Shura Pagoda descendant in the world of self-cultivation, and people in the right way only regard the inheritance of the Shura Pagoda as extinct.
The real Wu Chen didn't argue with him much, and said to himself: "To make the Tibetan Ghost Talisman, a kind of Sophora japonica must be used as a material. The Sophora japonica grows in an extremely humid and dark place, with a scent similar to pine wood, and died of death. People who use this spell will also have this smell on their bodies, have you smelled it?"
Once reminded, Taoist Libo could smell the faint fragrance of pine wood. He restrained the tremor in his heart and reluctantly said: "That's what you want... No one in the scene could commit a crime. The movement of the Tibetan ghost spell is not small, is it true The Zifu cultivator just now?"
Real Wu Chen shook his head: "It's not him." Then he pointed to the door of the private room: "If the murderer is in the private room, he can still cast the spell without being noticed."
Daoist Libo frowned, "How can you be sure it's not that Zifu cultivator?"
Zhenren Wu Chen: "True Monarch only knows one, but not the other. After all, very few people know about Tibetan ghost spells. But in fact, this kind of spell can only be performed by women. As the center, the casting range cannot exceed one mile."
Daoist Libo's eyes sharpened: "How did you find out?"
The real Wu Chen smiled lightly, "The Cold Cloud Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, so there are always more secrets that you know."
The rest of the disciples in the elegant room all looked sluggish, what's the secret? They don't know anything? Why did the ancestor Jing whisper a few words to the real Wu Chen who was about to run away, and it didn't take long for Daoist Libo to come in, and then the matter developed to this point
Libo Taoist didn't have time to ask their origins, and only knew that there was a distinguished guest in the No. 1 private room, and only then did they know that they were from the Cold Cloud Sect.
He relaxed his vigilance a little and said, "That's right, that's right, how can the cultivators of Zifu get the blood of Wang Zhenren? But if the murderer uses the Tibetan ghost spell to commit murder, then she is not angry for a while, but premeditated. After killing Wang Zhenren, why didn't you choose to do it in private?"
Zhenren Wu Chen pondered for a moment, "She is probably familiar with Zhenren Wang, maybe she chose a place with a lot of people in order to get rid of suspicion. She should be familiar with Zhenren Wang's character and know that he is easy to make enemies, so she followed Zhenren Wang and waited for opportunities to fish in troubled waters in order to marry him. disaster."
Daoist Libo: "And just now, the dispute between Wang Zhenren and the cultivator of Zifu gave her an opportunity? Then she doesn't know enough about this curse, and she wants to put the blame on a man."
Real Wu Chen: "I'm just guessing, but the method should be a Tibetan ghost spell."
Daoist Libo thought for a while and said, "Please wait a moment, I will go to the rest of the elegant rooms to inquire."
Wu Chen Zhenren: "No need. Those who have been hit by the Tibetan ghost spell will gather the grievances of the caster in the wound, which is illegal and can be seen, but they can be captured by burning them with ordinary fire."
His fingertips ignited a ray of flame, and with a flick of his finger, the flame divided into three points, which submerged into the three wounds of the corpse's head, chest, and lower genitals. Immediately, a cloud of purple-black gas emanated from the wound of the corpse.
Daoist Libo stretched out his hand and grabbed it, then nodded at Zhenren Wu Chen, pinched his fingers, and disappeared from the elegant room in an instant.
Soon, a woman's scream came from the No. 7 private room.
In this way, when the Golden Light Pavilion captured the real murderer, it was both an apology and a promise to send the rest of the guests away.
On the way back, Han Yunzong and his party were very silent, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.
The murderer was Wang Zhenren's junior sister, and the grievances and entanglements among them were quite complicated. Jingyue was not interested in paying attention to it. That was something that the Taichu faction should worry about.
However, the murderer still refused to tell how the Tibetan ghost spell was obtained. There was no other way. The real Libo had to search his soul in person. The other disciples of the Taichu Sect did not dare to object to this.
However, it was learned from the murderer's memory fragments that the person who taught her the method was her close friend, and the other party used this to exchange for an ancestral glass bead on her body.
After checking again, the close friend has been dead for many days, and the clues are completely cut off.
Jing Yue pondered, the murderer's close friend was a righteous person, where did she get the Asura Pagoda Inheritance Technique? Why did he die again? What was the point of the bead she exchanged? Does this matter have anything to do with Shura Tower
Now that the Demon Sect and the Demon Race are restless, it seems that the Heavenly Dao Fruit will be in chaos.
When he returned to Qingzhuzhai, the real Wu Chen immediately informed all sects and sects of the matter, and Jingyue also returned to the guest house.
As soon as he entered the door, he received a letter from Jin Baozhu.
Jinbaozhu did not come to Cuicheng this time. Now that she has learned the price of the plastic tire talisman, her tone is very excited.
"... Future Talismans will not be able to sell for such a high price, but this Talisman is precious and will definitely be in short supply. Therefore, I plan to set a price of 20,000 Spirit Stones, I wonder what the ancestors think? By the way, how much can you refine in a day? symbol?"
Jing Yue thought of the fetal plastic talismans he sold with five hundred spirit stones, and his heart ached again.
After thinking about it, Jing Yue replied to Jin Baozhu, "You can decide the price. I can refine about forty talismans every month, and I will give ten of them to Han Yunzong."
Just after replying, he received another messenger.
Jing Yue was stunned for a while, but when he opened it, it was actually sent by Jinguang Pavilion.
"For today's matter, I would like to thank the old ancestor for his help. The old ancestor was an honored guest in my pavilion, but I was not well received, and I was deeply terrified. Therefore, this pavilion will present the five elements of fire as an apology. I sincerely hope that the patriarch will accept it with a smile. ."
Jing Yue smiled, and the pavilion master of Jinguang Pavilion guessed that he had helped him after hearing the ins and outs from Libo's real mouth. After all, the pavilion master knows exactly who the owner of the No. 1 private room is.
However, he was willing to take a wisp of the Five Elements of Fire. It seemed that the pavilion master attached great importance to him, and he didn't know whether he was interested in the means of refining the fetal talisman, or his identity
That night, Jingyue received a pill furnace from Jinguang Pavilion, and there were naturally five elements of fire in the furnace.
He looked at the five-colored flame, and finally dispelled the psychological shadow of the five hundred spirit stones selling the fetal plastic talisman.
The night passed.
Early the next morning, as soon as Jingyue opened the door, he saw Zheng Bai standing outside, with neatly bundled hair and a brand-new robe, and even the sword box was shining brightly.
Jingyue: "... why?"
Zheng Bai: "Let's go to the Bamboo Point Conference with our ancestor!"
Jing Yue: "I know, but why are you... so radiant?"
Zheng Bai smiled proudly: "I thought that if I was fortunate enough to be a little bamboo man, I would give Zongmen a face if I was dressed smartly... Hahahaha, what if?"
Jingyue: "..."
At that moment, the four-character motto Jiji had taught him suddenly popped into his mind - the hall of lack of thought.