Great Sui Guoshi

In the last clamor, Yang Yong said: "What's the sound?" At the same time, Yang Guang followed and looked at the other side of the field of vision, above the buildings with lanterns, there was a loud bang.

next moment.

A black shadow shot across the long street like a cannonball, piercing through the branches and leaves of the big trees beside the road. Strings of lanterns were dragged on the figure, and hit the street hard. After rolling several times, it stopped when it came across the door of a closed shop.

The broken lantern was burned by the lights, illuminating half of the long street. Pedestrians and vendors around were stunned, and then they reacted, dropped everything at hand, shouted in panic and ran, and distanced themselves far away.

"Killer!" "There is a vendetta, run away."

"Notify the government quickly!"

Yang Yong also thought that when encountering a feud in the rivers and lakes, he pulled his younger brother back, but Yang Guang didn't want to go. This kind of thing is rare, so he looked back from time to time.

On the previous roof, there were two figures, one coming forward and the other coming. One person in front of him descended to the street, and the other stood on the roof, his robes rattling. In an instant, the sound of hooves sounded on the street, and an old donkey was heading towards this place with a bookshelf on its back. come running.

Lu Liangsheng stared at the fire praying cultivator who descended below, stretched out his cuffs and made a move. On the back of the running old donkey, the bookshelf sounded a few 'clang', and the seven magic swords were unsheathed and rushed to the sky one by one. .

Whoosh whoosh....

The moment they flew past the sight of the two brothers, their robes and hair were blown into messy curls, and Yang Yong fell to the ground with an 'ouch' sound.

On the side, Yang Guang stood there blankly, his small mouth was hard to close.

"Brother.....Brother...what is flying over...."

Yang Yong, who was sitting on the ground, swallowed his saliva: "It seems...it's a sword."

During the conversation, in front of the two people's eyes, the scholar on the top of the building waved his arms away, and put his two fingers between his eyes. Since the Qishan Jindan's small success and the expansion of mana, he has become much more comfortable in controlling the magic sword.

call……

The wind blew across the street, and the cultivator who ran to his companion turned his head, the sword light flashed across his eyelids, and in the shrinking pupils, it reflected the seven magic swords crossing the long street, and then fell down.

"Sword control?!"

At this moment, the red-headed staff in his hand slammed to the ground, with flames entangled in his body, the mana swayed from the head of the staff, and the seven-handed swords fell down with a buzzing sound, and the sound of hitting turned into ripples Swing around.

"Ahhhh..."

The monk's arms kept trembling, his face was flushed red, in the roar, the next second, he withdrew his mana, kicked his feet and threw himself to the side, a long sword spread along his rolling figure, nailed The ground cracked, and the debris flew to the side of the street, hitting the wooden pillars on the street eaves, shaking violently.

At this scene, the two brothers and a street vendor who were hiding behind the trolley were stunned.

"Look, brother, the man upstairs has come down."

The lantern was burning, and within the area illuminated by the flames, Lu Liangsheng floated down to the ground. He raised it with one hand, and the dharma sword inserted into the ground lifted up the debris of stones one by one again.

……

In the distance, another monk who was beaten into the street before woke up, his face was covered in blood, and he staggered. Looking at the scholar with a sword hanging around him, he swallowed his saliva, turned around and ran away.

After taking two steps, he stopped abruptly, his expression froze, and in front of his field of vision, there was a toad in a short coat standing there.

"I can't beat that person... a toad demon dares to block me!"

He also held a dharma sword in his hand, growled sharply, and the moment his two fingers caressed the sword, the toad that could not stand up to knee height was like a hallucination, the toad's head became extremely huge, and the frog's mouth opened to the extreme.

On the ground, the flames spread, and the shadows cast were dragged on the street wall. The shadows of human feet kicked in the air, and the upper body merged with the huge black shadow.

Taoist Toad carried his fins on his back, chewing mushrooms in his mouth, his toad eyes drifted to the silhouette of his apprentice not far from the street, he stopped swallowing, and after a while, his head became huge again, and he opened his mouth to the side.

"Ho--t!"

The figure spewed out from his mouth, and stuck to the wall of the street with a snap, and the viscous liquid slowly slid down along with the monk.

“The taste is really bad...”

Taoist Toad put his fins on his back, turned and left.

.......

step step step step...

The sound of horseshoes came faintly from the north of Long Street.

Lu Liangsheng tilted his face slightly to listen, then turned his eyes and saw that the tumbling monk got up from the ground in embarrassment, and the magic weapon in the opponent's hand also fell several feet away

After all, the cultivator was not injured. As soon as the cultivator of the Prayer Cult stood firm, he heard a loud sound that pierced through the air.

The cloth on his body hissed a few times, pierced by the sword, and then stretched, pulled backwards and flew out, crashing into the front of the shop on the street with a bang, the monk raised his head, and several magic swords came towards him——

Bah!

Bah!

Bah!

They were nailed to his limbs one by one, wide sleeves, trouser legs, underarms... The whole person was in the shape of a big character, and the last one was shot with a swish, piercing through the hem of the robe, nailed to the monk's crotch, and not half an inch into the shop's facade.

At this time, Taoist Toad also came over, and climbed up the bookshelf along the old donkey's rope. In the distance, the sound of horseshoes and the light of the torch approached from far away.

"Liangsheng, take him outside the city for interrogation!"

"Ah."

Naturally, Lu Liangsheng also knew to alarm the soldiers in the city. With a wave of his sleeve, he put the seven magic swords back into the scabbard on the bookshelf, reached out and grabbed the fire praying man, and sat floating on the old donkey's back.

A slap on the ass.

"go!"

At the same time, there was also a voice shouting: "Sir!"

In the cavalry that charged first, Li Yuan had excellent eyesight and saw Lu Liangsheng's side face from a distance. However, when he passed by, the other party had already used his magic spell and disappeared on the other side of the street in a blink of an eye.

woo~~~

Yang Jian stopped the horse and saw that an old donkey was running so fast, he was stunned for a moment and came back to his senses.

"Hey, I missed the opportunity to be a master..."

"Brother, don't worry!"

On the side, Yang Su turned his horse's head around, and cupped his hands with his elder brother, "Brother, I will catch up and invite you here for my brother!"

After finishing speaking, he clamped the horse's belly and chased out of the long street, the sound of hooves gradually disappeared.

Here, the street has been controlled by the pawns who arrived, and Yang Jian naturally saw the mucus-covered corpse and the two brothers hiding behind the cart.

After saying: "Thoroughly investigate the origin of this corpse", he looked at Yang Yong and Yang Guang who were walking slowly, and snorted.

"Go back and settle accounts with your brothers!"

The two brothers shuddered together, making Li Yuan hold back a smile and turn his face away.

Chapter 142 Interrogation Weapon

The hustle and bustle of the city went away in the wind, and in the forest, the branches and leaves swayed, and a black shadow walked past.

For a moment, stop in an open place.

ah ah ah ah.....

The donkey let out a rough breath, and amidst the humming sound, a figure above his head was thrown high, landed on the ground with a bang, rolled out with a pile of fallen leaves.

Lu Liangsheng looked at the unconscious fire praying cultivator on the ground, fell silent, took out a folded easel and a blank picture scroll from the bookshelf, and set them up nearby.

squeak.....

The small door of the bookshelf compartment was pushed open, Taoist Toad covered his mouth to suppress the feeling of nausea, jumped down, staggered to the side of his apprentice, raised his toad face to look at the scrolls spread out on the easel.

"Liangsheng... isn't it an interrogation? What are you doing?"

"We are not good at extorting confessions by torture... Ordinary interrogation will definitely not make it out."

The scholar held the inkstone, rubbed the ink stick gently, glanced at the unconscious figure over there, put his fingertips around the edge of the cuff, took the brush with the other hand, wiped off the ink, and scraped the edge of the inkstone.

After leaving the blank paper and drawing, the voice also said:

"...then there is only another way!"

The pen and ink are shining brightly, and the night wind is blowing in the dark woods, crackling... The birds in the forest flap their wings and fly around in shock.

oooo~~~

Howling wolves sounded in the distance in the forest, above the gaps in the trees, the night clouds drifted away, revealing the glowing yellow moonlight.

Well…..

The figure lying on the side with fallen leaves on the ground slowly woke up, opened his eyes, and propped up his upper body in a daze, covering his forehead. The moment his consciousness returned to soberness, he suddenly thought of something, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

"I'm out of town?"

The monk on the ground stood up trembling with his arms propped up, and looked around. The moonlight in the forest was clear and clear, illuminating the misty mist.

"You must inform Mingzun immediately about the affairs in the city."

He faltered, cast out spells, and wanted to contact the rest of the cult, but suddenly found that the magic power couldn't be exerted outside his body, so he frowned, withdrew his hands, and looked around.

"what happened……"

Whoa!

When the monk was surprised, the branches of the surrounding forests swayed wildly, the mist rose in the moonlight, and the cold breath hit his face instantly.

"who?!"

He yelled towards one side, and two figures floated across the clusters of weeping branches in the air, and the iron chains behind him rattled.

"Chang'an City God's official business!"

The cultivator was stunned for a moment, feeling a shuddering cold rushing to the back of his neck, and hurriedly cupped his hands: "Mortal cultivator Fang Qingde, I have seen two lords."

The two ghosts stopped a few steps away, and before Fang Qingde could react, he threw the chain in his hand, wrapping his arms and shoulders around him.

"As a cultivator, you have jumped out of the mundane world, but you wantonly caused chaos in the city, destroying the safety of the people, and come back with us to see the city god!"

The city god is a heroic spirit in the world who is enshrined by the world. He has the power of incense and vows to protect the people from evil spirits.

But after all, he is a cultivator, so he inevitably knows more.

"The City God is only a full-time ghost, when will he be in charge of us monks!"

"Humph!"

Those two servants didn't care, as they dragged and tugged the iron chain in their hands, Fang Qingde only felt light and light, and when he turned his head, he trembled in fright, but his body was still standing there straight.

"Now, the City God has the right to intervene with you!"

After finishing speaking, before the other party opened his mouth to refute, he grabbed the iron chain, dragged Fang Qingde's soul into the dark wind and floated away into the distance.

Hoo hoo.....

The faint sound of the wind blew past my ears, Fang Qingde was dragged in the sky in the clouds and fog, the woods and fields below were flying backwards quickly in sight, and far away, the huge city with thousands of lights entered At the bottom of the eyes, the next moment, the field of vision tilted downwards, falling to the outskirts of the city.

The scent of sandalwood came, and two servants dragged him along the road paved with white stones, and walked up the stone steps. There was a huge blue-bottomed door plaque with the words "Temple of the Town God", which made Fang Qingde fascinated Trembling, the clay statues of judges on both sides of the temple that were originally in the daytime were now looking at the long desk with pen and ink in hand.

The city god who was in the first place, wearing an official hat and uniform, was sitting on the desk, with eagle-like eyes, quietly looking at Fang Qingde who was brought in, as if he was judging his crime.

The soul of the cultivator came in, was pushed to the middle, knelt down, bowed his head... just refuse to admit it, and the City God can't do anything about me, as long as Mingzun notices, he will save...

On the upper side, the magistrate of the Punishment Division swipes a bamboo slip with a brush.

"The mortal monk Fang despises virtue, and is directly punished to reincarnation in the underworld..."

Fang Qingde, who was still thinking about the details, was stunned for a moment, and looked at the judge with his mouth slightly open.

"Don't ask me about my crime?"

"What's the use of asking you? It's recorded in the City God's Book of Good and Evil Merits!"

While the judge of the Evil Punishment Department was speaking, in the middle of the long case, the silent City God narrowed his eyes: "As a mortal monk, you imprisoned innocent women and turned them into venting objects. It’s easy to say, retaliation for retribution, * whoever rapes a woman will be raped, and you will suffer the same in the next life.”

"City God! City God! You wait!!!"

Fang Qingde didn't feel anything about the first half of the sentence, but the second half made his pores terrified, even if he became a beast, he would end his life after living for a year or so and re-enter reincarnation, but if he turned into a woman and became like that... ..I'm afraid that if I can't survive, I can't seek death.

"Chenghuang Mingjian, I did not do the imprisoned woman, but those green foresters under my command couldn't bear the loneliness, so they captured and vented."

On the side, the judge snorted coldly in disdain: "Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the world, instead of focusing on virtue, instead gathering mortal warriors and restraining them, the crimes they committed will naturally fall on you."

Around, several shady faces retreated left and right, and a tall and thin figure wearing a bamboo hat to hide his appearance swayed and floated.

Fang Qingde glanced at it from the corner of his eye, his soul was trembling, and he hurriedly kowtowed.