Chapter 354: Hanging the Seal and Going to the North
"snort!"
Yang Ji sneered, but he was not surprised by this scene. Wen Tongsheng, Wen Xiucai, Wen Juren, Wen Jinshi, Wen Zhuangyuan... Although the difference was only a few words, each of them had incomparable orthodox Confucian and Taoist honors.
The ability to think.
In ancient times, orthodox literary students, literary scholars, literary scholars... these are not just names. They are real abilities.
One righteousness overcomes all evils!
The ancient Confucianism and Taoism were extremely righteous, noble and innocent, and were the representatives of the righteous way. Each realm was improved more than ten times, and it was a true way to ward off all evils.
Ancient literature and Taoism can only support justice in the world and restrain evil ways that are far more powerful than oneself, relying on this powerful power.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji's body swayed and he climbed over the yard. After several ups and downs, he finally arrived at the place where the milky white holy light fell. Only between the walls of the two streets was a figure face down, lying motionless on the ground.
The flesh and blood all over his body melted away, and white smoke billowed all over his body, as if he had been burned by fire. Then, at the back of his heart, a hole as big as a sea bowl penetrated from front to back, and even his internal organs could be seen.
Yang Ji took a look and realized that he would definitely die like this.
——That blow had completely destroyed his life.
“It’s really good!”
Yang Ji looked at the big hole in the back of his heart and nodded. After the Little Holy Word Technique was upgraded to the second level of literary scholar level, its power has indeed increased a lot.
In the past, the most you could do was to let the Skeleton Ghost King and the Evil Prince scream in pain a few times, drill a few holes in their bodies, and consume some of their evil energy.
But after reaching Wen Xiucai level, the power becomes completely different.
Although the secret knowledge of Confucianism is of no use to righteous disciples like Yang Xuanlan who practice masculinity, if they meet the evil prince again, Yang Ji can still give him a "surprise".
Looking around, Yang Ji quickly saw a scroll under the middle-aged man's arm.
"found it!"
Yang Ji's eyes lit up. At the last moment, he could see clearly. The helmsman of the Ghost Mansion collected the eight weapons with the help of the scripture in his hand.
Raising the pale arm of the middle-aged man, Yang Ji took out the colorful sutra painting. He spread it out and took a look. On the sutra painting, he saw a lifelike eight-armed demon god with black clouds under his feet and copper bells in his eyes.
.emerged suddenly above.
Seeing this eight-armed demon, Yang Ji couldn't help but feel a deep twitch in his heart, and felt dizzy. The portrait on this painting was exactly the same as the middle-aged man's appearance after transformation.
"It's incredible. How could there be such a sutra painting?"
Yang Ji murmured to himself. He looked at this sutra painting and felt deeply intoxicated.
After taking up martial arts, Yang Ji came into contact with various kinds of sutra paintings, such as the combination of fist and mind into one sutra painting, the fist and mind first sutra painting, the five ghosts carrying sutra paintings, the incarnation of sutra paintings outside the body..., but this was the first time he encountered this kind of magic.
of sutra paintings.
It is different from the martial arts scriptures and paintings that Yang Ji came into contact with before. This kind of scriptures and paintings seems to belong to a completely different type.
The eight-armed demon god who transforms into a middle-aged man before his death seems to have come from scripture paintings.
"What kind of scripture painting is this? Puppet scripture painting? Incarnation scripture painting? Armor scripture painting?..."
Yang Ji lowered his head and looked at the scriptures and paintings. He was filled with novelty. This completely broke Yang Ji's previous understanding of scriptures and paintings. It seemed that there were many things he didn't know about these things left over from countless epochs ago.
"Buzz!"
Yang Ji tentatively sent out a stream of consciousness. His consciousness came into contact with the picture and was quickly absorbed. Inside the sutra painting, Yang Ji soon felt another group of dark consciousness.
This is the consciousness of a middle-aged man. After his death, the consciousness left behind in the sutra paintings was also confused and in a state of collapse.
Yang Ji wiped it away from the middle-aged man's consciousness.
"It's incredible. This kind of magic weapon is just like a magic weapon."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
The sutra painting is not a magical weapon, but its properties are very similar to those of a magical weapon. This is something Yang Ji has never encountered before.
"Buzz!"
Inside the sutra painting, in a chaotic place, Yang Ji's consciousness felt something. The eight arms were like spiders, and the stainless steel body lay motionless across them, as if they were sleeping.
"The eight-armed demon."
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. This was the eight-armed demon used by the ghost master. This eight-armed demon gave Yang Ji a very strange feeling. It seemed to be an entity, but not entirely. It seemed to be fine steel.
Not entirely.
Yang Ji felt the properties of entity, voidness, spiritual power, refined steel, vitality particles, etc. in it at the same time. This was a very mixed property.
The most special thing is that Yang Ji also felt the smell of a very complex and brilliant technique in it. This kind of technique far exceeded the level of the Great Wuzong.
The person who refined this kind of sutra paintings probably had a very high status in that era of collapse.
"It's incredible. Many incredible things were born in those lost civilizations!"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
This sutra painting gave Yang Ji the feeling of being very ancient, not like a product of this era. And each of these ancient sutra paintings represents a disappeared era, and they are almost all unique masterpieces.
Yang Ji particularly felt that there were dozens of powerful and small restrictions around the six-armed demon, as precise as chickens. These were protective restrictions.
If you want to refine these restrictions and master the six-armed demon, it cannot be done in a short time.
"It's better to leave first. Wait until later and slowly refine it."
Yang Ji heard the clatter of horse hooves in his ears. This courtyard was located in the corner of Langya City, far away from the military camp. This was also the reason why these Ghost Mansion warriors established their base here.
But after such a long time, we have already come here no matter how far we are.
"Whoosh!"
Yang Ji raised a handful of flames, wrapped it around the middle-aged man's body, and burned him to ashes. He moved his feet to prevent the falcon from falling, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Hooves clatter!
The sound of the horseshoes stepping on the bluestone was very clear. In the night, a group of war horses galloped over. The knights on the horses were bright-eyed and full of energy.
"drive!"
The leading knight took a quick glance, stepped over the courtyard wall first, and entered the courtyard. There was a blazing fire and thick smoke billowing in the courtyard. A collapsed oil lamp rolled onto the wooden furniture, causing a fire.
The knight rode his horse and looked around inside and outside.
"Sir, they're all dead. It doesn't look like a good idea. They're all killed."
A soldier rode up on his horse and whispered.
The battle was so noisy that they could even hear it from far away in the military camp. This was the first time such a loud noise occurred in Langya City since the wave of evil spirits attacked.
The new official took office three times, and he had just been replaced by General Langya. No one dared to be careless.
"Did you understand that sharp shout just now?"
The leading knight, however, didn't hear anything. He looked through the armor and looked steadily at the soldier in front of him.
"this……"
The soldier was startled and said: "This one is a bit far away, so I didn't hear it clearly."
This is the truth. The battle just now was very noisy. Not to mention the sound of our own horse's hooves, there were also the cries of children around the yard, the screams of adults, the barking of dogs, the sound of fire..., it was all heard together.
Everyone just wanted to go over and take a look, but they didn't notice someone yelling something.
"Didn't you hear that too?"
The leading knight turned his head and glanced at the others. This battle was very noisy, but they didn't even catch a shadow.
Relying on his intuition, he felt that the sharp shout that sounded in the air before was probably very critical.
"Sir, it seems, it seems that you are not going to let you go?"
A soldier said hesitantly.
"I know this."
The leading knight said with a displeased look. How could those harsh words be used, "That's not what I asked. It was about the name. In the first sentence, who did any of you hear him say?"
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at each other.
"Sir, I seem to have heard something. What is it?" a soldier said suddenly.
"Maybe it's Li Ji?"
"It sounds like justice to me." Another soldier said.
"What I heard seemed to be Zhang Qi." Another soldier followed suit.
Everyone said the names they heard one after another. Everyone was different. The leading knight listened at first, but after hearing the words, his face gradually darkened.
Everyone hears it differently. Saying this means not saying the same thing.
"Forget it. Don't worry about it. Check this place, and then the captain and the general will each send a report."
The leading knight waved his hand and rushed towards the fire.
In a dark place where no one could see, Yang Ji slowly withdrew his gaze and slowly retreated into the darkness with the five ghosts he had summoned.
The name the middle-aged man called before he died was a huge threat to Yang Ji. So Yang Ji went back and forth to see if these people heard anything.
But the situation was far better than Yang Ji imagined.
Something unexpected happened in the middle of the night. Many people were in panic and confusion, and did not pay attention to what was going on outside. Even these knights who were very observant did not hear clearly what the middle-aged man was shouting, and the others were even more confused.
It's impossible.
"It seems like I'm overthinking it."
Yang Ji recalled the two incarnations of the five ghosts that can influence people's minds, Mei and Xiao, into his body, and then quickly left.
Kill these people who come to investigate. I believe that for a long time, the people in the ghost mansion and the powerful evil saints behind the scenes will not be able to find him.
…
The weather is gradually getting hotter, and Langya City is full of people, gradually returning to its previous prosperity. Another six or seven days have passed in the blink of an eye, and things in Langya County have been arranged properly, and everything is on track.
Yang Ji looked at the Nongsangsi Yamen with high eaves and teeth behind him, feeling filled with emotion in his heart.
When I came here on the first day, I just wanted to go through the motions. But now, after a few months, I have gradually developed some feelings.
"time to go."
Yang Ji sighed and looked away from the plaque on the Nongsangsi Yamen.
"Sir, can't you stay a little longer?"
A voice came from behind. Zhang Lu and Zhou Chuan looked reluctant to leave. They got the news that Yang Ji was leaving and rushed over early. (To be continued)