[Thunderbolt Tobacco City] Ren Pingsheng, Nine Layers of Smoke and Snow

Fu Qubing has been sleeping for a long time, but Jiu Shenlian believes that this long sleep like the curse of the dark night will soon end.

At this moment, she was standing quietly beside the couch of her younger brother, the only relative in the world, her eyes unsuspectingly fell on that pain-free face, and the soft light that was almost visible to the naked eye melted into the curtain surrounded by three sides inside.

After staring for a long time, Jiu Shenlian suddenly had a thought. She bent down, touched her forehead to her heart, and softly recited a mantra.As Xu Xu's whispers passed by, Fu Qubing suddenly opened his eyes, and then began to hiss with a shrill and strange voice that could hardly be called a human voice.

"Qubing! Qubing!" Jiu Shenlian was completely at a loss what to do in front of what seemed to be boiling sea water.She wanted to restrain the struggling young man, but the other party had no sense, only brute force, and he thumped and resisted chaotically.The bed creaked and shook, and it was about to fall apart at any moment. With a "pop", the holy scriptures that Tianyu carried with him also fell to the ground.

The goddess, who has always been elegant and self-sufficient, desperately called out the name of her relatives, desperately trying to hug him, but it was as futile as trying to catch hope in despair.This desperate resistance and horrifying screams were cut in her heart one by one. She did not expect that she was so fragile, and the instant bitterness corroded her arrogance of holding power for many years. Click on the talisman to get rid of several large acupoints.The deafening hissing sound was cut off, and Fu Qubing collapsed into her arms like a puppet with its strings removed.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and the holy city in the night was eerily quiet.

The breath was stuck in the chest.At this moment, she will be full of resentment to the god in the dark—after all this, if she offered the ointment as agreed, but could not restore her brother to normal, then what is the point of earning all this after many years of business? ?

She was a little dazed for a moment, and the long tassels of golden beads all over her hair were still shining and swaying on the side of her face, making a sound.

But it has come this far, and there is no turning back.She deepened the hypnotic mantra again, smoothed Li Fu Qubing's sweat-drenched temple hair, looked at him twice unbearably, picked up the scriptures and left without hesitation.

The sound of cold footsteps spread in the secluded long corridor, and the ever-burning torches hanging on the walls on both sides smoked light smoke, and the dusk drifted under the vault.The flames swayed on the resolute face of the Saintess Against the Sea Chongfan, and was dragged by the long golden train on the gray ground to form a blurred shadow.

The cool breeze washed her down, and she calmed down.Fu Qubing has been extremely sensitive to the people around her since she was a child, and she has a lot of foresight about the future. In the past, she used to use divination to find out the fortune and misfortune from him.But ever since Nihai Chongfan attacked Yandu many years ago, Fu Qubing's mental illness suddenly worsened, and even her own sister couldn't communicate with him, so he had no choice but to temporarily seal his spiritual consciousness to avoid the outside world's attention to him. and the holding of the 30 life sacrifice is certainly for his own way of eternal life, but it also implies the idea of ​​using divine power to recover Fu Qubing.According to her understanding of her brother, the shorter the distance and the closer the time Fu Qubing sensed, the more intense his reaction, but this time she really didn't understand what he meant, and seeing that there were a lot of discussions in the church. Had to make this move.Since the smoke has been silent, Nihai Chongfan's preaching in the Central Plains has been smooth sailing. Zhengdao is busy dealing with all kinds of disasters brought about by the Curse of the Night, and has no time to intervene in their expansion. It is reasonable that everything goes smoothly, but Fu Qubing's symptoms are so severe. Really unusual.

——Could it be that Fu Qubing was reminding her that the disaster came from within the Holy Cult?

Suddenly vigilant in my heart, I just realized that I was only staring at the competition of external beliefs, and I have not asked about the affairs of the church for a long, long time. Moist and cool.

She quickened her pace and wanted to rush to Xuanjing Mingdu to summon the Holy Inquisitor and Meng Shisheng.

The empty corridor is quiet and silent, and there is a gleam of light in a small pavilion.She paused for a while, and saw Qiu Yunshang sitting with the lamp on, copying scriptures stroke by stroke.

Now that Meng Kei's life skills have regressed, he is at the end of poverty and anger, and is not as good as before. Old Yin Qianxiyan was swallowed up by Yandu's yin and phoenix formation, and his body and spirit were completely destroyed. In a blink of an eye, the four seals of the holy religion were incomplete, and Jiu Shenlian had already set his sights on the quick-witted talent under Bian Xijun.However, this person has always been the most cautious in his actions, and he is cautious in his words. Apart from handling the official affairs in the prison conscientiously, most of them still spend time copying and writing in this simple small pavilion that has nothing to do with his identity.Every day when Nihai Chongfan opens the altar to preach, the believers are noisy, and these writing papers will be spread in and out of suffering through pairs of hands that are held high and respectful.If you pay close attention, you can often catch a circle of faint light and shadow in a dark corner of the city when the person in white clothes leaves the scene silently.

"Why do Qiudian do such a trivial thing as copying the scriptures?" Maybe the quiet and pious side face could not help but move the sky, and the aloof saint could not help but ask each other.

Qiu Yunshang raised her head when she heard the sound, then stopped writing and got up to greet her, and answered modestly: "Tianyu made six chapters of "Tianfu" to calm the inside and outside. I wonder if Tianyu has ever observed the believers who participated in the Dharma conference?"

"This..." Jiushen Lian preached and preached. She always climbed high on the Heavenly Mandate Platform on the Chonghui Holy Bank, looking at all living beings, and the squirming believers turned into tiny mustard seeds under her feet.

Qiu Yunshang lowered her gaze calmly, "Among them, there are farmers who have nothing, wounded patients who are dying of illness, rogues who are suffering from chaos, and gangsters who are not tolerated by the world...these are the generation of ants who are struggling in the lower class. In troubled times, more hidden pains are aroused. Food and clothing, life, old age, sickness and death are unsatisfactory. But you can feel that after each gathering, these people have not increased their fields, their illnesses have not diminished, and their power has not been seen. Even if they are just a group of unkempt mediocre men, they can move mountains and fill seas. It is only because my teachings are just at the right time, and they have given them new self-confidence— ——The more useless a person is, the easier it is to show his superiority by showing off the organization he is in. What the subordinates have been doing all the time, have never expected them to understand the ins and outs of the divine scriptures, but to give them a piece of iron with a sense of superiority coupons, and voluntarily accept God’s guidance.”

Jiu Shenlian was refreshed. In the past, she only thought that Qiu Yunshang's copying of "Heaven's Punishment" was nothing more than a show of loyalty, but she never expected that this move had a profound meaning.She thought for a while, and then asked: "Qiu Dian's deeds have indeed benefited my religion a lot, but the Central Plains Righteous Way has never stood still, and has repeatedly acted against the sky, trying to subvert my teachings and confuse people's hearts."

Qiu Yunshang smiled slightly, and looked into her eyes sincerely: "If Tianyu is still worried about the panic of 'one day's light' created by Yuansheng Haohua sphere, I don't think it is necessary. The same face For a beggar, does Tianyu think it is more attractive to reward him with a meal or tell him the way to the kingdom of eternal life?"

Shenghanger didn't understand why, a light flashed in his beautiful eyes, but it was fleeting.

Qiu Yunshang said again: "Naturally, in view of the current situation, the Holy Inquisitor judged the situation, adopted a series of public opinion campaigns, and handled them appropriately. Those who don't know how to live or die are bound to suffer..."

Jiu Shenlian listened to his rambling words, the strands were distinct, as if a tangible hand brushed across the atrium, he immediately passed the breath and relieved a lot.She nodded and said: "There is still one matter before me, which is related to the survival of our sect. Please also invite Qiu Dian to go to the hall with me to talk about it."

It was midnight, and the black criminal peacock rushed to the main hall of Xuandu in the Ming Realm as soon as he heard the summons.The festival is approaching, and the eventful autumn, the tense atmosphere in the church is solidified like glue. He intuitively feels that there must be something important to call at this time.It was just a little surprised to see Qiu Yunshang following the Heavenly Mandate, but it was only a brief moment of surprise, and then saluted the holy voyage.Qiu Yunshang looked as usual, silently and consciously stood behind him.

After a while, Meng Haisheng, who had been recuperating from his injuries, also came slowly.

"The 30 Heavenly Pardoning Ceremony will be held soon. In order to ensure peace and safety, I am here to explain all matters to you..."

Meng Lisheng listened to it for a long time, the more he listened, the more chilling he became: in the whole plan, there was no mention of sending troops to Yandu.I also know that the goddess in front of me wholeheartedly hopes to use the lives of those 30 congregants to ascend to Taoism, and the blood feud of little Wei Kunyu has no longer mattered.

"Reporting to heaven, my subordinates believe that Yandu has been eyeing my sect from the beginning to the end, and has been obstructing me several times, so I have to investigate." He still couldn't help but plead for orders.

Jiu Shenlian frowned, and Bian Xijun turned around to stop him: "Yandu's various actions have already aroused the fear of the righteous way, and with the Dragon Ball talk that was widely spread in Qiudian, how could the Central Plains martial arts allow themselves to sit on the Yuansheng Fortune Ball?" The dangerous factors exist in the world, so why do we need to do it ourselves. At the juncture of the Heavenly Pardoning Sacrifice, we must not make extraneous incidents for our own selfishness, and it is the best policy to wait for them to kill themselves."

This is already a pointed refutation. From the corner of Meng Haisheng's downcast eyes, he can still catch the bright arc drawn by Di Bo's right hand holding Baoyin, and the sharp armor of his index finger following his words. It was as if everything had been gouged into his face.In shame and indignation, he kept silent.

Deliberately ignoring this awkward silence, Jiu Shenlian hesitated, and said again: "Just now I went to visit the patient, and I learned from him by chance that there seems to be another hidden worry in my church, but his words were vague, and I have not yet See through..."

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, surprised that there were strange numbers within the iron barrel-like wall.In the middle of the main hall, without the old seal and the death seal, the brilliance of the dilapidated Zao Haidala array shone on everyone's faces, and it was cloudy or sunny.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to have realized something, and their eyes locked on Qiu Yunshang. "Qiudian... Could it be you..."

Qiu Yunshang walked out from Xuanjing Mingdu, and turned back to the prison in a leisurely pace.The prison is deep and wide, nested in layers, and the sounds of ghosts and gods weeping day and night are always similar to each other, but he has a vivid memory of the face of everyone imprisoned here.Therefore, without squinting, he went straight to a cell.

As soon as he stood still, the people inside already heard the movement and rushed forward: "Qiu Dian! Qiu Dian has been released by the order of heaven?"

Qiu Yunshang glanced at him up and down, and said lightly: "It's not." He turned to face him, slowly crossed his hands in his wide sleeves, and said, "It's just that I accidentally remembered that Dongjing Junshang was imprisoned in the prison. Here, the criminal prison is under my jurisdiction, and I can't bear to work together, so I came to visit."

Liang Shougong was exhausted, clutching the railing and collapsed limply, then stood up abruptly again: "The idea of ​​storming Yandu is obviously Meng Haisheng's own idea, he goes on his own and destroys the elite, what has nothing to do with me! But in order to keep your life honor alive, you use me as a scapegoat! It is unreasonable to punish a so-called 'ineffective persuasion' crime! You are not afraid of retribution!"

In order to prevent any accidents and eliminate hidden dangers, the life and death of you, an outsider, is really not worth mentioning.Qiu Yunshang slightly looked up to the sky and sighed, his indifferent expression was clearly the word "not afraid" in capital letters, he clasped his hands together, and said reassuringly: "Mr. Dongjing, don't need to be upset, the 30 Heavenly Pardon Festival is coming, and when that day comes , all living beings will equally receive the baptism of God’s will, and all the good and evil in the past can be completely destroyed.”

The autumn night is cool, and the words of the chief of the prison are more like a golden wind blowing, there is no sound around, echoing, there is a scene of lifeless grass stretching in front of the eyes for no reason, and the chill creeps up the spine of Liang Shougong. In the end, he was so shocked that he froze in place, and he was as silent as a dead light.

The sound of Qiongqiong's footsteps gradually faded away, Liang Shougong lost his backbone, and slumped on the ground with a "tong".

"The 30 Heavenly Pardon Festival is coming soon..."

"All living beings will receive the baptism of God's will equally..."

"Smoke as much as possible..."

The vortex of fear quickly engulfed him, his limbs and limbs were all gone, and he felt that a huge force was dragging him to sink, sink, and never reach the bottom.

No...no...I've done so much for you...how can you!How can you do this to me! !

Layer after layer of cold sweat broke out, he wiped his forehead, and the thick makeup powder was smeared into a ball.He was horrified, and under the extreme panic, he couldn't pass out, his mind seemed to be soaked in ice water to wake up, as if a handful of brambles were wrapped around his head, and it kept tightening.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled unbearably tormented.

In the prison under the dark night, only a solitary pine torch lit on the main road casts a dim orange light from a distance.

Liang Shougong was tired of shouting, gasping for breath, staring desperately at the still swaying fireball.Dark blue smoke rises indifferently and dissipates invisible.

cigarette……

His empty eyes suddenly became focused again, and he quickly looked around, making sure that no one was paying attention, and immediately wrote a line out of thin air, which turned into white smoke and flew into the clouds.

On the other side, Meng Ke stepped out of the main hall of the discussion in a rage.The annoyance of not being able to take revenge with his own hands made his heart ache.

Never give up.He doesn't care about the great sacrifice of forgiveness of heaven or the road to eternal life.His life has already ended with Wei Kunyu's ashes.

Looking up, seeing the black robe right in front of him, he made up his mind and hurried to catch up. "Holy Inquisitor..."

The Black Sin Peacock turned slightly, not looking at him at all. "Meng Shisheng, what I just said is very clear..."

"Of course, we must focus on the overall situation, but——disaster prevails——"

Bian Xijun froze, unable to take a single step.

Meng Haisheng turned to him and stared into his calm eyes: "That day, Huo Fengxing was also in Yandu, so wouldn't Dibo be curious, where did he go?"

It was as if a crack visible to the naked eye slowly opened on that strange and cold face.

The corners of Meng Haisheng's lips curled up, seizing this momentary opportunity, he suddenly stretched out his hands to clasp the shoulders of the black peacock, his red pupils flashed, a strange imprint swirled out of his eyes, and was absorbed all of a sudden. Xijun's Lingtai.

Obsidian's pupils lost their light and dimmed.

Prepare for a rainy day, and the calyx will be in the building.

The place where Zhu Lan is piled up is isolated from the noisy sound of maintenance from the outside world.Tantai Wuzhu couldn't find the master everywhere, and finally remembered this quiet place, so he hurried to visit.

Sure enough, a tube of Langhao slowly stretched out a pendant stroke on the paper, and then put it on record. The Grand Master patiently lifted the paper and gently dried the handwriting.

Tantai Wuzhu was used to being rude, so he stood at the door and pleaded guilty, then strode carelessly to the desk.I saw a stack of manuscripts on the desk, an unbound cover on the top, and the words "Heaven's Punishment and Salvation" written on the label in the upper left corner unmistakably in Yandugong script—it was Nihai Chongfan Divine Canon VIII. Missing Chapter 2 in Chapter [-].On the other side is the volume of "Yan Guang Wan Hong Tie", which has been rolled up.

"Zhu Gong, do you know why I never promulgate any documents or play a watch to the world?" The great master looked at the past line of handwriting stroke by stroke, and asked suddenly.

Tantai Wuzhu bowed his head respectfully: "I also ask Grandmaster to enlighten me."

"Any thought, once it falls on the paper, is no longer what it was in the original mind. When it is written down, it becomes the material for incisive conclusions, the basis for arbitrary distortion, and evidence for slander." Gu Ling Shiyan took the page of the book Going back to the end of the manuscript, I gently shook it off and sorted it out, "The great way is not spoken. Once it is said, it is passed on by word of mouth, and the more it is passed on, the more it is passed on. Different people will have different interpretations based on their own interests. Over time, conflicts will arise. And it happened. And this kind of contradiction will be a more terrifying battle of faith than fighting with weapons in the market and wearing hats." He handed the compiled manuscripts to Tantai Wuzhu.

Tantai Wuzhu took it solemnly, and replied: "And the more fanatical believers, the easier it is to be incited by heresy."

The great master stopped talking, carefully put away the copybook, and took another brush to wipe away the smoky ink marks in the brush wash.

"My subordinates have received news that the righteous way of the Central Plains will use the three veins of heaven, earth and man to break the curse of the dark night in the world in the next day. It is estimated that Nihai Chongfan will also choose to hold the 30 Heavenly Forgiveness Ceremony on the same day. Everything is safe, just wait Grandmaster shows."

"That was the day when they sang a big show, and we just happened to return to Yandu."

The author has something to say: After this chapter, if there is another random fight, it will be over~~~