"Jianchen Temple is going to hold a 'Scripture Cleansing Meeting'. They plan to take out all the scriptures and maintain them to celebrate the return of the most precious 'Woodless Scripture' to the temple. I guess it's because of the bald donkeys. Well, the masters don't like the smell of ghost tombs, so they took the opportunity to get rid of the bad luck."
Su Si was eating as he talked, and the plate of small biscuits was almost empty. At that time, the head of the sect was quick to grab the last one and put it in his mouth.
The three old members of Kushan Sect were not allowed to meet people, and only Su Si was a new face, who was kicked out early in the morning to look for information. Even so, Shi Jingzhi was still worried - Su Si was also in debt, and although he could not attract Lingjiao people, once he was discovered by Chigou Sect, the result would be almost the same.
Fortunately, Su Si did a good job and even though he didn't bring Mr. Bai with him, he still managed to run back safely.
"In short, Jianchen Temple was exposed by Yan Budu. In order to protect their precious scriptures, the entire Huilian Mountain was sealed. The masters are all stubborn as donkeys. Let alone a small sect like ours, even if the king of heaven came, they would not leave the mountain."
Yan Qing: "The "Wu Mu Jing" was returned by the headmaster, so we should at least give headmaster Shi some face."
Su Si sneered: "Come on, Jianchen Temple and Taiheng Sect are different. Taiheng Sect understands the relationship between people, while the monks emphasize that they don't recognize relatives. Gratitude is gratitude, hatred is hatred, and if they say you can't come, then you can't come."
After he finished speaking, he finally realized, "The Woodless Scripture was returned by that fox... Sect Leader Shi?! That thing is a priceless treasure, and he is poor... well, our sect is so poor, how can he return it just like that?"
Yan Qing became excited: "I'm telling you, under the ghost tomb—"
"How long will this 'Scripture Cleansing Meeting' take?" Shi Jingzhi finally swallowed the biscuit and rudely interrupted the two chattering servants.
Su Si: "About three months. During this time, they have to be self-sufficient in food, and they also gave compensation for breach of contract to the regular vegetable suppliers."
Shi Jingzhi froze on the spot.
Three months later, the day lily has become cold.
Jianchen Temple is the largest temple in the world. If it is closed, there is only one way to go - to break back to the Buddha Heart Formation in Lianshan. Yan Qing said something quite right. For the sake of the "Wu Mu Sutra", the masters will give them some face and will not throw them out of the temple.
The prerequisite is that they can break the formation and see the person.
Yin Ci calmly put down the plate, the shortbread just out of the pan was steaming hot: "Give it a try."
Jianchen Temple was sealed off for a long time, and the last time it was sealed off was for a senior monk to perform a ritual. Yin Ci was not in the Central Plains at that time, so he did not rush in. Now that the battle array was set up right under his nose, he would have no choice but to rush in.
Shi Jingzhi took another biscuit and looked at his apprentice dimly, probably understanding this man's temper.
If there was a place where he could die, Yin Ci would definitely be the first to rush over, spreading his wings like a roc on the edge of death. This was no longer thrill-seeking, but more like a mild case of world-weariness. No wonder Yin Ci was fearless under the ghost tomb. This person was not normally brave, but a young man who did not know the value of life.
As the headmaster chewed the biscuit carefully, his desire to be a strict teacher came to his mind again - he had to get rid of this bad habit.
…and the shortbread is also very delicious. How could someone who can make such a delicious dish hate the world so much
It's a pity to be born again.
Shi Jingzhi pondered for a while: "Aci is right, we have no other way. Let's try it first, maybe we can't even get in. If we can't break the formation, we will go to Yongsheng and continue looking for clues."
The head of the sect gave the order, and the rest of the group prepared their luggage in an orderly manner for the next whole day. The surroundings were relatively peaceful, and the pursuit of the Ling Sect seemed to be just a false alarm.
However, the calm is the calm before the storm. A false alarm turned into reality that night. After all, Zheng Fengdao is one of the most powerful elders of Lingjiao and is very good at hunting down and killing.
That night, the four members of Kushan Sect split into two groups - Su Si and Yan Qing went to the vegetable market to buy food. Only Yin Ci followed Shi Jingzhi, and the two of them secretly replenished other necessities.
When the purchase was finished, Shi Jingzhi took his apprentice to the medicine shop to replenish the stock. In order to conceal his tracks, he even asked a waiter from a restaurant to buy for him. Unexpectedly, the waiter was caught by the Ling Cult's minions and betrayed Shi Jingzhi on the spot.
Seeing that the enemy was about to break out, the master and his disciple had to fly away and lead the pursuers to the opposite ruined corner of the city.
"Look, look, isn't this the little bastard who will end his family lineage?"
Zheng Fengdao was holding his nine-ring sword, his triangular eyes sneered. He stood on the roof of an abandoned house, looking down at the two of them. It was a cloudless night, and the pale moonlight cast a layer of frost on the broken walls.
"The first day you left Zongwu Mountain, I had people stake out all the nearby medicine shops, and I finally caught you. I'm ashamed, Master Shi, I saw your box of medicine clearly under the ghost tomb."
Now that you know the categories, just pick the rarest ones and it won't be difficult to find people.
Yin Ci didn't mind. It was just that they had to buy more medicines as they were about to break through the formation. The Ling Cult was holding on tightly, leaving them no chance at all.
He didn't need to pretend to be powerless right now, but if Zheng Fengdao really killed him, it would be meaningless for him to use Shi Jingzhi as a shield.
This is in the city, and everyone is watching. Yueshui Pavilion will be able to spread the information to all places that night. A new disciple of a small sect killed a well-known demon elder, which is big news. Before dawn tomorrow, he will become the most eye-catching celebrity in the world.
Yin Ci looked around, and began to think about how to drag the fox away safely without appearing too conspicuous.
Shi Jingzhi had no idea.
The first time he faced Zheng Fengdao, Shi Jingzhi was overwhelmed and had no power to resist. After a few days, he was no longer trembling, and there was no fear in his eyes, only a faint calculation: "Looking closely, Elder Zheng is also handsome."
Zheng Fengdao: “…”
Zheng Fengdao looked at Shi Jingzhi, then at Yin Ci beside him: "Boy, you scolded me?"
Shi Jingzhi: "How dare I, how dare I, I just saw an opponent and I was inspired to do so."
While chatting and laughing, there was not even a hint of weakness.
Zheng Fengdao tutted his words and raised his eyes again: "Master Shi has a good mouth, and now I see that he has a pretty face... No wonder he was so childless back then, it turns out that the Kushan Sect is full of Rabbit Gods, so they will be childless, right?"
He paused for a moment, then glanced at the two men with a disinterested look: "What a coincidence, I just got a friend who is a homosexual. Why don't we cut off our hands and feet and give them to him to play with."
Before Zheng Fengdao could finish his words, he rushed down from the roof and slashed at Yin Ci with a knife.
This boy is so young, with such a face, and he dares to kiss the city gate respectfully. He must not be a serious person.
The devil's cult always acts by destroying the one who sees the god first, and by killing the one who loves the most. There is no such thing as the morality of the martial arts world, they can be as vicious as they want.
Unfortunately, Zheng Fengdao's target also knew this.
The swords collided, making a sharp sound. Yin Ci drew his sword calmly, and with one strike he took away 70% of Zheng Fengdao's strength.
Zheng Fengdao was undoubtedly a master, and he definitely didn't survive to this day by sheer luck. The moment the sharp blades collided, he realized something was wrong—his kick had undoubtedly hit a wall.
Elder Zheng did not try to show off his strength. He concentrated all his strength and retreated several feet in an instant.
Yin Ci’s sword tip slashed through the night sky: “I think Elder Zheng is more like a rabbit, jumping quite far.”
He glanced at the streets and alleys, and his mind was thinking faster. Zheng Fengdao was cautious enough and would not pursue him relentlessly. If he had treated him with respect when he caught him, and now he was leaving...
"Aci, stop it. I'll deal with him." Shi Jingzhi rolled up the sun's flag and unfolded it. A faint golden light appeared on the flag.
Yin Ci stopped smiling.
Shi Jingzhi has indeed made some progress these days, but unfortunately the progress is limited. In terms of strength alone, Zheng Fengdao could beat five Shi Jingzhis before, and now he can beat more than two.
Zheng Fengdao is not a demon insect in a narrow cave, nor is he an aging goddess. The streets and alleys in the city are complicated, and the sky is not covered. Even if Shi Jingzhi used his old tricks and set fire with all his strength, he might not be able to burn Zheng Fengdao. If he fails, he will hurt a lot of innocent people and be targeted by the government.
It was true that the cheap master had amazing strength. But if pure strength could solve everything, Yin Ci, a "powerless man", would have his dead souls rise up and curse the streets.
This kid has only learned some Qinggong, and he hasn't even mastered it yet, but he's already become arrogant
Yin Ci shook his head secretly and said with a warning: "Master."
"I know what you are thinking. I know what you are thinking."
Although Zheng Fengdao was cautious, he was not a coward. He blew an unpleasant whistle, and more than a dozen Lingjiao followers flashed out from the shadows and gradually surrounded the two.
Shi Jingzhi was calm: "Master, I will deal with Zheng Fengdao, and Ah Ci will help me block that guy, okay?"
Zheng Fengdao took the opportunity to put pressure on him: "Stop that guy? Master Shi, I'm chasing you not just out of personal grudge. The leader is very interested in the Buddhist beads in your hand, so he lent me his corpse-raising team. Your little bastard will be beheaded soon."
Yin Ci said with a hint of impatience: "Alright, I'll go clear the way. Master, please come, if you really can't help us, then we can run away together."
Shi Jingzhi smiled and replied, "Yes."
Being ignored, Zheng Fengdao: "..."
Elder Zheng spat out a few words, and without further ado, he turned to attack Shi Jingzhi. Shi Jingzhi turned around and led Zheng Fengdao to jump to a blind spot on the roof, creating some distance between him and the other Lingjiao believers.
Yin Ci sighed and jumped onto the eaves of a nearby house, separating Shi Jingzhi from the dozen minions.
He looked small, and it was easy for people to take him lightly. Everyone in the Corpse Resurrection Team was highly skilled in martial arts, and inevitably there were a few who were arrogant. They just felt that their own family was more powerful, and it was a waste to deal with one person. The three of them took the lead and passed Yin Ci and rushed towards Shi Jingzhi, as if to help their own elders.
But they couldn't really get past Yin Ci.
The moment they passed each other, the three people's clothes and flesh burst apart. Three bloody skeletons fell from the air and rolled down along the eaves.
"Master asked me to help guard him." Yin Ci said indifferently.
"Bone-sweeping sword..."
Everyone in the corpse-raising team broke out in a cold sweat.
What was scary was not the Bone Sweeping Sword itself, but the fact that this person had exposed the Bone Sweeping Sword Technique, clearly not intending to leave anyone alive. After a brief moment of fear, there was an almost crazy killing intent. The remaining ten people attacked together, and the sword blades emitted a dense spider web-like light under the moonlight.
Yin Ci was bathed in a heavy murderous intent and felt a turbid air coming out of him.
The Diaoying Sword rose up. The blade was as dark as a crow's feather, blending into the night, and as fast as a startled wild goose, leaving no trace of hesitation.
The Lingjiao believers were afraid again. The person in front of them was like a faint ghost, a fish swimming in the dark water. He had no internal strength, and he swam in the world of the crowd, leaving only a void. They really felt like they were entangled in a spider web, with only a slow feeling of suffocation.
To say that person is strong, he did not give off any sense of oppression or fighting desire. To say that person is weak, he did not get hurt at all.
It's like playing a game with them.
What is the origin of Kushan Sect
…The same question was circling in Zheng Fengdao’s mind.
Compared to the last time they met, Shi Jingzhi had not become much stronger. Zheng Fengdao was very sure that he had chopped him several times, but he didn't say a word, and there was only fanaticism in his eyes.
The two men tangled together, leaving countless bloodstains on the roof, stone roads and walls, and the pale moonlight also had a red tint. When they first fought, Zheng Fengdao thought he was making a fuss - judging from their skills alone, the head of the sect was no match for him.
But Zheng Fengdao did not relax because of this, instead he showed great fighting spirit, hoping to make a quick decision. However, the opponent's Qinggong became more and more strange, the flag dance became more and more tricky, and the person became more and more difficult to deal with.
Every step seemed to be tailored for him.
Zheng Fengdao inexplicably recalled the precious fighting doll he used to practice martial arts when he was young. It would always find his weaknesses, always be one step ahead of him... and never fall.
Although he had the upper hand, Zheng Fengdao's actions became more hesitant. The night was dark, and the opponent's clothes were stained dark red by blood. His charming facial features were expressionless, and he only had a strong desire to fight. The "thing" on the opposite side was more like some kind of beast than a human. The more focused he was, the less human he looked.
He couldn't help but pick up the human-shaped coffin under the ancient tomb.
If Yan Budu and Shi Jingzhi had not been separated by a hundred years, Zheng Fengdao would have suspected that the two were from the same school.
The gap between the two men was getting smaller and smaller, and the pace of the battle was getting faster and faster. Elder Zheng couldn't tell whether Shi Jingzhi had sped up or he had slowed down. He only knew that his sword's momentum was gradually weakened, and he seemed to be sucked into a ball of mud.
Shi Jingzhi swam around him, his hair and clothes fluttering like butterfly wings, and his light skills had a ghostly flavor.
Every time Shi Jingzhi flashed past him, Zheng Fengdao would suffer a new wound. It was not until the coldness of blood loss spread across his back that Zheng Fengdao realized the opponent's strategy -
Shi Jingzhi wanted to grind him to death.
The man had a lot of knife wounds all over his body and his half-baked martial arts skills were actually going to take most of his life to grind him to death.
Shi Jingzhi seemed to have thought everything through in his head. He patiently calculated the damage and waited for every mistake he made. This sounded ridiculous, but the scary thing was that the other party was about to succeed.
No, this person is too abnormal, he has to escape. No matter his Buddhist beads and face, life is more important.
Zheng Fengdao bit his fingertips, and blood smeared on the hairband on his head. The white jade hairband emitted a faint glow, forming a thin layer of protection around him. The protection was better than nothing, but at a critical moment, it was enough to disrupt the rhythm of the battle and create flaws.
Shi Jingzhi's eyes lit up, and for the first time his face looked popular: "Nice headband, where did you buy it?"
… This person must be ill. Elder Zheng turned around and increased his efforts to escape. Unexpectedly, before he had run a few steps, a sense of oppression that almost annihilated his mind exploded. He was shocked and stopped in his tracks.
The moment he stopped, Zheng Fengdao's mind went blank.
Finished.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the chance - as the thought flashed through his mind, a flagpole pierced through the back of his neck, passed through his mouth, and directly pierced his neck.
Shi Jingzhi broke his spine, but it was not fatal. The man lowered his head, his black hair cascading down from his shoulders, and an almost sincere smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
That smile was so creepy that Zheng Fengdao spat out blood in fear. Shi Jingyi swung the bloody flagpole and pressed it against Zheng Fengdao's forehead.
"Aci is really amazing. I used this oppressive feeling to scare him, but he was just surprised. You almost peed his pants. Although I don't know why he wants to hide from the big sect... Well, as long as I treat him well, he will definitely tell me, don't you think so?"
The flagpole was ablaze with golden fire, and it was stabbed down again.
When Shi Jingzhi finished speaking, Yin Ci did not hesitate to respond. Sword energy rose up and the whole corpse-raising team was annihilated.
Seeing Yin Ci coming over, Shi Jing subconsciously raised his sleeves to hide the twisted smile on his lips. But as soon as he raised his arm, Yin Ci grabbed his wrist.
Yin Ci looked at him with a half-smile: "You're smiling pretty nicely, what are you blocking?"
“…Everyone likes a Master who is more approachable.”
"Really? Then I prefer you like this." Yin Ci just felt that this person's entanglement was extremely strange. The flag that cured the disease was still stuck on Zheng Fengdao's forehead. Would he be afraid of a smile
Shi Jingzhi put down his hand without hesitation. He stood there in a daze for a while, then moved closer mysteriously: "Aci, come closer."
"Why are you making such a fuss? Look at your own injuries first. Too much is as bad as too little. Don't force yourself."
"Come closer."
Yin Ci sheathed his sword and reluctantly approached. Shi Jingzhi took out the blood-stained white jade hairband and smiled. He raised his arms, put his hands over the sides of Yin Ci's face, and carefully tied up his apprentice's loose black hair.
His movements were extremely gentle, like touching the thin smoke rising from burning incense.
"Well, I just thought it suits you... It really does suit you, wear it."
The faint smell of medicine mixed with the strong smell of blood, Yin Ci had the illusion of being hugged. He subconsciously lightened his breath, and a bitter taste came out of his mouth.
The next moment, the hug came true. Shi Jingzhi groaned a few times and fell down, almost falling to the ground with Yin Ci.
Well, the dog cult's logic appeared again. Seeing Shi Jingzhi delivering things leisurely, Yin Ci thought he had some spare energy. Who knew that after a day, this person still didn't know how to distinguish priorities.
Yin Ci was so angry that he pressed Shi Jingzhi's acupuncture points with his hands and bandaged the knife wound viciously. He didn't hold back any strength and made his master scream.
"Ah Ci! I knew I could win... Hiss, I'm done, ouch, you're going to strangle me—"
"Forget it? Did Master forget it? We still have to destroy the bodies later? Should I go and clean up the corpses on the ground by myself?"
"… "
"Is it really true?"
“… Next time for sure.”