Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 110 109. Idol Night Tour (4000)

After ten minutes.

in a remote alley.

"Night tour of the gods? Yin soldiers aisle?"

An Le frowned slightly, thinking inwardly.

"It seems that Yuntianyu itself is not peaceful..."

From the mouth of the little thief Wang Dong, he learned a lot of information that he did not know in the deduction.

Especially the weird rumors that have been circulating a few days ago.

If it weren't for the locals who lived here before, I'm afraid I really don't know.

Seeing that An Le was interested in this, Wang Dong talked hard about it.

"I'm not talking nonsense. The statue that travels at night is really extraordinary. Even a foundation-builder cultivator would not dare to approach it if he looked at it from a distance."

"Its traces are all over the entire Yuntianyu, and no one has been able to catch it for half a month."

An Le asked again: "Then what about it now?"

Wang Dong was startled, and said in a low voice.

"I haven't heard much about it recently."

"I guess...was it taken away by the immortals of Taixu Palace?"

I asked two more questions.

An Le casually let Wang Dong leave.

After all, he is not a bloodthirsty person, his nature is still very gentle, and a little punishment is enough.

"These strange things gradually disappeared after the vision appeared?"

"Could it really be Taixu Palace's handwriting?"

An Le stroked her chin in thought.

For some reason, he always cared.

At this time, Lao Mo's voice came from the strange alchemy.

"Master! I think these things... may be used by Taixu Palace as one of the assessment items!"

"Let the people who participate in the trial solve it, and then they can gain fame. They like to play this game."

An Le asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

This is not like an evil being trapped in a strange place, a secret that should be known.

"what?"

Lao Mo's lively and fluent words just now froze in an instant.

"Yes, how would I know such a thing?"

It mumbles to itself in confusion.

"It seems...it's not me? It was eaten by me..."

Before leaving the strange place, Lao Mo swallowed a lot of messy things in the dark, filling his belly to the brim.

There are evil spirits and some unknown relics.

Now it seems that these things have begun to have an unknown influence on Lao Mo, causing him to have some memories that do not belong to him.

An Le asked carefully, but Lao Mo couldn't tell the reason.

He had no choice but to stop furthering it for the time being.

******
Soon.

An Le found an ordinary inn on the street, planning to rest for a while.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of discussions in full swing.

"The current Yuntianyu is really a gathering of geniuses and heroes!"

"Count how many sects are here. Xuanyan Dongtian, Moving Mountain Sect, Artifact Refining Sect...these are all famous big sects nearby."

A casual cultivator sighed.

"Honestly speaking, Taixu Palace's designation is useless, but if you perform well in the trial, you may be able to be recruited by these big masters."

"I've heard people say that the monks who come out of the Artifact Refining Sect are all extremely rich and have extremely high and profound artefact refining secrets."

A young man's eyes are shining, and his face is full of longing.

His clothes were worn out, but they were washed very clean, he murmured.

"If I can enter the mountain gate, I will die without regret."

"Heh... Du Fenghua, with your three-legged cat's skill in refining, you still want to enter the refining school?"

"Have you sold the rags you made from all your property before?"

"I remember, even you don't know where you stole your weapon refining method?"

The man called Du Fenghua looked embarrassed.

"Smelting, refining tools, how can it be called stealing?"

"Don't make fun, don't make fun of..."

Everyone laughed.

There was a cheerful air in the inn.

An Le listened for a while, and almost understood the mentality of these casual practitioners.

People are not stupid.

Knowing the difficulty of entering Taixu Palace, it is like ascending to the sky.

The next best thing is to express yourself in the trial as much as possible.

Other sects will also take the initiative to extend olive branches.

The talent that Taixu Palace despises is the sweet pastry in the eyes of Xiaozong and Xiaopai.

This is a win-win situation for casual cultivators and sects.

No wonder it is said that accepting disciples in Taixu Palace is a rare event in thousands of years.

Just a series of chain effects derived from it are enough to make countless people flock to it.

An Le found a random place to sit down and listened attentively.

"Among the geniuses of these major sects, the most outstanding ones are the Dry Ice Fairy from the Moving Mountain Sect, Little Yan Lord from Xuanyan Cave, and..."

Someone listed several names, and the words were full of envy.

"These people are all in their early twenties, and they broke through the foundation building. They are really dragons and phoenixes among the people."

"He started cultivating right after he was born, and he also has special experts to assist him, as well as countless precious materials and elixir blessings. How can we ordinary people compare?"

The bystanders couldn't help but sigh.

Most casual cultivators have never touched the threshold of foundation building in their entire lives.

But Dazong disciples reached this height in only 20 years.

The gap makes ordinary people despair.

An Le nodded slightly.

Looking back on his practice along the way, it was indeed extremely difficult.

If it weren't for his hard work, outstanding talent, and the small contribution of the deduction panel, it would have been impossible to reach the current state of foundation establishment from scratch within four months.

Thinking of oneself and others, An Le can imagine the difficulty of ordinary people's practice.

"The things you said are not the real pride of heaven."

In the inn, a beautifully dressed woman spoke.

"Yun Tianzong, Yun Wuhen!"

"That is the pride of our Yuntianyu."

She is a local cultivator in Yuntianyu, and she highly praises the beautiful words.

"When he was born, he had a spirit fruit in the mouth of a crane, and then he cultivated and broke through the realm like eating and drinking water. He is only twenty, and he is already in the late stage of foundation establishment."

"The most commendable thing is that Mr. Wuhen has an upright and kind heart, and will help out when encountering injustice. His strength and reputation are both the first in the younger generation of Yuntianzong. It is very likely that he will be able to enter Taixu Palace."

The woman looks like a nympho.

Some are like female fans chasing idols on earth.

An Le is skeptical about what this woman said.

"However, the later stage of foundation establishment... is really powerful."

He silently remembered the name "Yun Wuhen" in his heart, and then walked towards the innkeeper.

"Does the guest want to go to the top or stay in the hotel?"

"Stay at the hotel."

The boss quoted an inflated price.

An Le didn't speak either.

The coercion of Foundation Establishment slowly spread.

a few breaths.

The previously bustling inn became quiet.

The boss's face was pale, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

"Guest, guest, I was the one who said something wrong just now, don't blame me."

He re-quoted the normal price.

"That's right, in business, the most important thing is to make money with harmony."

An Le smiled gently, restrained her momentum, no different from an ordinary scholar.

Under Xiao Er's leadership, he walked to the upstairs room.

Wait until his back disappears on the second floor.

The silent small building regained its vitality.

"He, he is also Foundation Establishment?"

"I really can't see it! It looks too young."

"Perhaps... it was a disguise."

"And I feel that this is more terrifying than the usual foundation building breath?"

People were discussing in low voices, but they didn't dare to talk too much, and quickly changed the subject.

Don't look at their high-spirited talk and random evaluation of dry ice and other geniuses, but in fact they are all just qi training.

I really met a strong foundation builder, each of them is more honest than a quail.

Among the guests, Du Fenghua's eyes lit up slightly.

"If it's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, it should be able to..."

******
Come to the guest room.

An Le is not in a hurry to rest, but relieves the suppression of hearing.

Slowly, all kinds of subtle sounds around him, including the vibration of the ground, the breathing of others, the yelling on the street... began to flow into his ears.

This process cannot be too fast.

Otherwise, excessive information will cause certain damage to the brain.

That is to say, An Le dared to do this after deducing his brain several times and relying on the spiritual consciousness after breaking through the foundation.

Consciousness is like a precision instrument.

Quickly and effectively remove unnecessary noise, leaving only the voice of people talking.

Naturally, An Le would not completely believe the one-sided words of the little thief Wang Dong. Only the information that has been verified many times can be credible.

This process lasted about ten minutes.

An Le didn't stop until there was a dull pain between her eyebrows.

He took a Qingxin Pill and let the medicine nourish his mind.

Also analyze the collected information.

He can basically be sure that the rumors in Wang Dong's mouth really existed, but because of the arrival of Taixu Palace, not many people care about these trivial matters.

If what Lao Mo said is true, this may... be a good opportunity to take the lead.

There are still eleven days left before the start of Taixu Palace's scheduled trial.

During this time, being idle is also idle.

It's better to investigate the situation first.

Of course, the time in the deduction must be well utilized.

******
evening.

It's getting dark.

The number of pedestrians on Hongshan Town Road only increased.

The powerful aura belonging to monks can be found everywhere.

From time to time, you can encounter Foundation Establishment, which is rarely seen on weekdays.

There is a precondition for accepting apprentices in Taixu Palace this time, only practitioners below Jindan can participate.

Although he didn't directly say that a monk in the Qi training period is not good, everyone knows that if he doesn't even have foundation building combat power, it is basically impossible to get into the eyes of Taixu Palace.

It is more realistic to try to join other sects.

At this time.

An Le stayed away from the noisy crowd and came to a secluded place with few people.

Here, there is a quaint Town God's Temple, which is located in the most marginal area of ​​Hongshan Town.

Surrounded by a small forest.

Overgrown with weeds, it was silent and desolate.

Most people probably can't find the temple hidden in it.

The walls of the Chenghuang Temple are tall and the structure is solid and stable.

Can vaguely see the glory of the past.

However, the red paint on the two pillars supporting the house has long since fallen off, and even the coiled dragon carved on the corner of the eaves has been broken, leaving only a small half.

Already deserted and lonely.

An Le heard that someone said that the god of night tour was the City God, so she came to find out.

He continued to dig deeper.

squeak-

Push open the old wooden door.

A stale smell hits the face.

For a person like An Le who has keen five senses, it is a disaster.

The temple is full of dust, not to mention cleaning, I am afraid that no one cares about it for a long time.

An Le was puzzled.

"Why is there a city god in this place, and why is it declining?"

"Is it because of Yun Tianzong?"

Chenghuang is the god who guards the city.

In this world where gods and ghosts coexist, even if such a god really exists, it seems not surprising.

But since Anle crossed, the regions he has traveled through.

No matter whether it is Chibane Village or the field of Qianshan Sect, they have never seen a similar existence, and they have never even heard of related legends.

After all, in the eyes of many mortals, the methods of immortal cultivators are already supernatural.

It is difficult for gods in the traditional sense to have the soil of faith.

"Or is there still a way in this world to become a god with incense and wish to cultivate immortality?"

An Le was thinking, while carefully observing her surroundings.

Even though he felt that everything was normal in his spiritual sense, there was always something strange in the dark.

******
Soon.

An Le walked into the main hall of Chenghuang Temple.

null!null!
Footsteps stepped on the ground, making an empty echo.

Looking up, an extremely tall statue was overlooking him.

The image of the god statue is different from An Le's expectation.

It was actually wearing a Taoist robe, a jade crown on its head, and a long sword fixed behind it, creating a visual effect similar to "levitation".

It is completely the appearance of a cultivator.

It was just dubbed the title of "City God".

The whole body of the statue is made of copper, and there may have been a layer of gilt on the surface, but it was probably scraped away.

Now it looks potholed, very uneven, with traces of rust.

Its facial features are very majestic, and its eyes are wide open.

Being stared at by it in this closed space feels extremely oppressive.

Maybe he used to be a bold man.

just now...

Even the temples that worship him are close to deserted.

An Le was inexplicably emotional.

But no matter how you look at it, this statue is a mortal thing, without any fluctuations in spiritual power, let alone smelling evil spirits.

An Le made a judgment in his heart.

"The statue of the night tour should not be this one."

According to Wang Dong's statement, in many places in Yuntianyu, there are stories of god statues traveling at night.

It's normal to fail to hit exactly.

When An Le was about to leave.

Suddenly, Xiao Xiaohong's words came from her ear.

"here."

The beautiful figure of the woman in red came behind the statue at some point.

The small face has a strange color.

An Le followed quickly.

At the same time, a smell of alcohol entered his nostrils.

"Where's the wine here?"

Before An Le could figure it out, a rough and impatient voice sounded from the small space behind the statue.

"Hey, little brother, what are you doing sneaking around?"

An Le was startled, and his hair stood up.

The ghost armor almost got out from under the skin, showing the strongest fighting state.

In this corner, a little old man suddenly emerged.

He was short and unremarkable.

The tattered linen clothes gave off a stale smell of wine.

Her hair was as messy as a bird's nest.

An Le squinted his eyes, spiritual power was circulating in his body, ready to fight.

For such a long time just now, his spiritual sense has not noticed the existence of the other party at all!

Sensing An Le's hostility, the man's scalp tingled and he said.

"Don't be nervous! Don't be nervous!"

"I'm just hiding here and drinking two cups of wine, I don't mean to hinder you, hiccup~"

As he spoke, he also hiccupped, as if to prove his innocence.

It was at this time.

Outside the City God's Temple, there was a sudden wave of tyrannical spiritual power.

(End of this chapter)