Chapter 10 Chapter 148 A small temple can accommodate all the big Buddhas, and they are in a state of desolation
Chapter 1484 Chapter 1480 The small temple can accommodate all the big Buddhas, and the down-and-out master of the temple shows off the southern region
Southern Territory.
Fortune Inn.
In sinful areas where wanted criminals and murderers are everywhere, inns and brothels are always the places where information flows the fastest.
At the moment, Fugui Inn is overcrowded, and all the major dead disciples and villains from all over the world are chatting animatedly:
"Yao Shou, have you heard that the Taoist Palace Master has also been demoted to a 'commoner' and even offered a reward of three sticks of incense!"
"Where did you hear these crooked rumors? The Tao Palace Master you are talking about is not the one with the tenth throne?"
"Exactly! The one who is in charge now is his sister, named 'Master of Xuanji Palace'. Darling, I have already imagined a 10,000-word backstabbing plot. It's so damn exciting!"
"Pfft, that's nonsense, is the Taoist Palace Master going to stab someone in the back?"
"No, I also heard that Master Shou came to Yujing City and signed a contract with the ghost beast. This is freshly released information!"
"Hahaha, Master Shou, I think it's possible, but brother, don't you think it's too fast... Yujing City is at the foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain, with so many demi-saints staring at it, Master Shou rushes to die?"
"Little brother, you don't understand this!"
"Oh, brother, do you have any suggestions?"
"It's a shame to be so angry! Everyone knows that Mr. Shou has a junior sister who is the eldest son of the Lei family... And who the new master of Xuanji Palace is, the new comer may not know, but I have revealed it, so
He is the chief culprit who destroyed the Taixu Lei family back then...Have you never heard of the Lei family? You should have heard of the once world-famous 'Tong of the Lei family'!"
"Oh? Are these two related?"
"The relationship is serious. With Master Shou's character, the Master of Xuanji Palace dares to kill Yujing City as soon as he takes office. He must not give his junior sister an explanation? This account must be settled one by one!"
"Is this also information?"
"Well, this is my personal reasonable speculation..."
"Grass, get out of here!"
There was a sudden fight in the inn.
But those who struck were very measured. The old guy who spread the "reasonable speculation" information also laughed and begged for mercy while being beaten. Apparently he was used to it.
At dusk, under the window, a young man in black robe sat in front of a square table, with a cane leaning against the wall.
He wore a bamboo hat, covering half of his face. When he raised his head from the bustling inn lobby, he could see a piece of black cloth covering his eyes.
"Hey, little brother, why don't you pretend to be in tears?"
As soon as he was drunk, the big man walked over with a wine flask in his hand. He looked up and down at this young man who was sitting upright and in great shape. He couldn't help but have a sinister smile on his face:
"It's quite tasteful. Sir, I've been walking around Fugui Street for ten years. I know all the bad streets, but I haven't seen many of them crying."
"Don't mention it yet, your swipe looks like a magic wand, hiccup~"
A wine burp hit my nose.
The tall man with Jiu Mengzi fell down, and when he was about to fall into the arms of the young man in black robe, his hand touched the crutch by the wall.
The movement near the window quickly attracted the attention of most people in the inn, and everyone looked up.
"Thunderbirds are here again!"
"He has set his sights on a new prey and wants to rob civilian men?"
"That guy doesn't look easy to mess with. I have a hunch that the Thunderbird is going to overturn!"
"So what if the car overturns? No one within these seven streets is allowed to give the Black Hawk Gang face. Thunderbird is the deputy of the Black Hawk Gang..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiu Mengzi's thunderbird falling down and fluttering into his arms.
When the black-robed young man touched his elbow, the big man's chest sank back, several ribs were broken, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Grass!"
Thunderbird was sober and just wanted to resist.
The young man's foot hooked into the crook of his knee, causing him to kneel to the ground on the spot.
His head slammed down, and just when he was about to hit the square table, Thunderbird himself stopped him forcefully, and then he wanted to speak loudly.
The young man pushed his knees, raised the square table, pushed the hot tea and hit the thunderbird in the face with great force.
"ah--"
The screams started, and Thunderbird's face was covered with bloodstains and broken tea cups, and he was in unspeakable pain.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
He had just raised his fists when the young man lifted the chopstick holder on the table, flicked his fingers, and two wooden chopsticks passed through his throat.
"Uh uh uh……"
Thunderbird clutched his throat, his eyeballs protruded, and blood gurgled from his fingers.
"died!?"
This killing was too straightforward!
Although it is not uncommon in the Southern Territory, Thunderbird is a prominent figure in the area.
The cultivation level close to Zhan Dao has not yet been revealed, so it makes sense to practice Kung Fu horizontally, right?
Chopsticks pierced the throat, burped the fart on the spot, and disappeared immediately?
"presumptuous!"
Fugui Inn immediately slapped the table and stood up. A dozen heroic figures stood up, all of them staring:
"Do you know Lei..."
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The chopstick holder was emptied, the young man in black robe put down his sleeves, and a dozen burly figures all fell down, clutching their throats.
"Bang!"
But at this time, Thunderbird's helpless figure fell to the ground.
With tears in her eyes, she patted a spiritual crystal on the broken corner of the table.
"Take it away and serve tea."
The whole hall was dead silent!
The waiter was the first to react.
After Gao Gao said "Hey", he took the lead in serving the new tea, and then hurriedly cleared the Thunderbird's body outside the door.
Everyone in the inn was trembling and helping each other, and the remaining ten or so corpses were thrown into the street.
"Tearing together?"
"Damn it, the saint slave burst into tears, it's true!"
"Mom, the living ancient sword cultivator has grown up, so the one that hasn't been moved is really a magic staff?"
"Tie is a famous sword. Otherwise, why do you think he came to the Southern Region?"
"Then he is definitely the 'Seven Sword Immortal'. He can't just kill the Feng family of the Southern Territory and ask why Mr. Shou is on the list but he is not."
"Fuck! Oh my god! This is so cool, I really want to see it! By the way, does he have any tears..."
"Shhh! I heard that the little eyes were gouged out, but didn't you see that they were covered with black cloth? I can only survive because of the Eight Masters!"
"F*ck! F*ck! Good brother, move the body first, let's go out and talk, go out and talk!"
After a brief period of dead silence in the inn, it quickly became agitated again, with people pointing at the man at the window next to the wall.
As long as you don't mess with him, he usually won't die. The saint slave is very principled, and he doesn't look like a murderous person in tears.
"Snapped."
The waiter finished delivering the tea and moved the body.
Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes and saw a black token slapped on the table lined with tears.
There was a pause in the inn, and then the pot exploded again. Three or two big men were so excited that they hugged each other.
"Fuck! Holy slave order!"
"I have learned a lot. After being a Death Apostle for so many years, I finally saw the real Saint Slave Order!"
"I came from the City of Death Pagoda, and I have never seen the Holy Slave Order."
"Oh, you're still blowing? Then I came from Shenyue Fairy City!"
"Then I came from the Holy Temple. No, I am the master of Xuanji Palace!"
The waiter couldn't hear the discussion behind him. He knelt down to serve in panic and fell down in front of the table: "Sir, yes, yes... what are your orders?"
Lei Shuangxing picked up the teacup and said without any hesitation: "The stronghold of Huacao Pavilion, right? Come out, please. I want specific information about Xu Xiaoshou in Yujing City."
"Hey!"
The waiter nodded repeatedly, turned around and shouted: "Boss!"
Under everyone's surprised gazes, the guy who had just spread the "reasonable speculation" squeezed out from the crowd and said, "I am the old store manager."
"Fuck!"
In an instant, the whole hall was filled with vulgar voices again.
"Tell me." Lei Shuang didn't even look back and took the picture of the spiritual crystal again.
"Senior Lei, I have just said everything that needs to be said. It is all true and correct first-hand information..."
"By the way, the only uncertain point is that Master Shou killed the master of Xuanji Palace with a sword in front of everyone. We are still confirming this."
"Lei Xi'er." Tears uttered softly.
Fugui Inn suddenly heard a low roar:
"Yes, they are all tears, and the two lines of tears are also the remaining orphans of the Lei family!"
"Holy crap, when you say that...weeping twice, Lei Xi'er, are these brothers and sisters, or siblings?"
"It's most likely..."
After the old store manager was stunned for a moment, he quickly clarified: "That is indeed my personal reasonable speculation."
"No!"
Outside Fugui Inn, a voice suddenly sounded.
Thump thump thump…
In response to the sound, the tables, chopsticks, spiritual swords, and even the magic wand leaning against the wall buzzed.
"Sword Intent!"
Everyone looked back in shock.
But outside the inn, I saw corpses stepping on them, and a dignified and serious figure of a middle-aged man walking over.
He has bright eyes and white teeth, clear lips and clear eyes. He wears an open-chested white shirt, which adds a bit of bohemianness to his righteous and awe-inspiring look.
"Who is this again?"
"Is he also an ancient sword cultivator? But I have never seen such a person before!"
"Sword Intent, what level of Sword Intent is this? It's a bit... weak? Innate Sword Intent?"
When the middle-aged man in white shirt walked into the inn, some people inside were so crowded that he finally saw his face clearly.
Suddenly there was a scream:
"What the hell! Dao Palace Master?!"
ah?
Lord of the Tao Palace, Tao Qiongtian?
This was a shock to everyone.
Sitting on the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain, the main hall of the Holy Temple, the Main Hall, has not been exposed to the outside world for decades?
Everyone's impression of his appearance...
It only exists in the cursed portraits of people being stabbed with flying knives!
And on the spiritual crystal card issued by Duojin Trading Company, the simple figure used to identify authenticity and counterfeiting is engraved on the avatar!
"Are you Dao Qiongang?"
"You damn fake, how can the Dao Palace Master come to the Southern Territory? Haha, I'm laughing so hard!"
"Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore. Dao Qiongtian, my innate sword sense, you are probably kidding me, ha ha ha ha... cough, ugh!"
"Everyone, please calm down and think about it. It seems that the Dao Palace Master is also wanted. It is normal for him to seek refuge in the Southern Territory..."
"Hahaha, Tao Qiong Cang, take refuge? Brother, what kind of joke are you making? Can these two words go together? Wow, quack, quack!"
"Fuck! It's so funny! Your information is really timely. Now I'm pretending... I'm convinced! I'll obey you even if I don't support the wall. It's absolutely amazing!"
Dao Qiongang, who was dressed in white, walked into the inn amidst the laughter.
That weird aura caused the discussion to gradually weaken.
Suddenly, he opened his hands wide, and after enjoying the pleasure of the buzzing of the spirit sword in the inn, he pressed his hands violently.
"quiet."
brush……
The chopsticks stopped shaking.
The spirit sword stopped trembling.
The entire Fugui Inn fell into a dead silence.
Dao Qiongcang looked around proudly, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a faint smile:
"Does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"
The entire Fugui Inn was stunned for a moment, and in an instant everyone was laughing again, slapping their thighs and wiping their tears.
"Grass!"
"Absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing!"
"Brother, your acting is so realistic... I heard that the master of the Taoist Palace is called the 'Slutty Old Taoist', and you are so full of arrogance!"
"Yes! With this skill, he is not only the Seven Sword Immortal, but also has the status of the 'First Sword Immortal'. You don't have to welcome me when you come to Beitian, but I must welcome you, a coquettish old man!"
"Hahaha, man, you are so funny..."
What is interesting is not just the Innate Sword Intent Dao Qiongtian.
After this arrogant guy made the whole audience climax, he hugged another good guy, grabbed the wine and meat, stuffed it into his and the other person’s mouths, and laughed at the same time:
"How's it going, brother? Ten of you are sitting on the Dao Qiong Cang, the unpredictable gods and ghosts are the Dao Qiong Cang. The former master of the Holy Temple Hall, Dao Qiong Cang, puts his arm around your shoulders and eats meat and drinks with you. Are you happy?"
The burly man who hugged me suddenly became sublime, his pores were blooming, and he said with an expression as if his constipation had been relieved: "It feels so good! It feels so damn good, I will give you my brother Dao Qiongcang!"
The Taoist Taoist laughed when he heard this, put down his wine bottle and asked, "Which one feels better when the Eight Masters hold you in their arms, or do you feel better when I hold you in my arms?"
"Fuck! You know how to play!" The big man beamed, "It's great! It's the most fun if you come together! Hahahaha..."
The atmosphere in the store was pushed to another extreme.
Not to mention, meeting such a fun-loving "big shot" is the best daily entertainment for the Dead Apostles in the Southern Region.
The inside of Fugui Inn is cheerful.
There was a crowd outside the inn now. Everyone nearby knew that Dao Qinggang was here and wanted to come over and have fun.
"Hey, don't squeeze me, who are you..."
"Damn it! You're a slut too!"
But amidst the criticism outside the door, a one-armed white-robed swordsman squeezed in, with a long sword at his waist, a light gold holder, and a lantern song.
He lowered his head, his face a little gloomy, and quickly walked to the corner, his body almost turned translucent, and sat down.
Dao Qiongcang looked over proudly at the right time.
After attracting everyone's attention, he opened his sleeves and robe and asked in a loud voice:
"Gou Wuyue, does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"
The inn was silent for a moment, and suddenly climaxed again.
"Wa hahaha!"
"Knock it off! Gou Wuyue? Damn it, I'm still thinking about who this one-armed man will play. Is he playing the Wuyue Sword Fairy?"
"Fuck, you want to kill me and inherit the seven hundred and twenty-three spiritual crystals in my body? And you, Gou Wuyue! Haha, I feel so happy to be called this name. I am also here today!
"
"Absolute, absolutely, but I have to say that they grasped the information very promptly. I also heard that the Moonless Sword Immortal escaped from the Dead Sea..."
"Pfft, pull me, I can't get up."
"Who are you? You are also crowded. Are you also a person?"
Following him outside the inn, another short old man in black squeezed in. Not only did this man look bad, he also had a rather ferocious demeanor.
But after a long time of identification, the people blocking the door really couldn't recognize who the third character was playing.
"The little old man is not tall, but the broadsword is quite long. It looks to be in good condition. What grade of spiritual weapon is it?"
"Ah! My hand!"
As soon as the man said this, he stretched out his hand. When the old man in black turned the blade behind him, his hand was cut off, and blood flowed profusely.
This made everyone feel a little cooler.
"who!"
The man covered his severed hand and screamed in shock, unable to come to him, "Who the hell are you playing?"
"I play the role of Killer God Wei... Bah!"
The old man in black glared at him coldly and changed his words: "I'm not crazy. I'm playing your uncle. If I bark one more sentence, I'll kill you and get out!"
"Not crazy? Who is not crazy?"
The old man in black's vision went dark. You know Gou Wuyue, but you don't know me?
"The God of Death is not crazy!" He turned around and yelled.
"Who the hell is this...ah——"
Before he finished speaking, not only his hand was severed, but his head was also cut off by the broad sword Yama Wang Yan.
Wei Kuang wiped the bloodstains from the blade on the body, sighed silently, shook his head and walked into the inn.
Behind me, someone slapped me on the head.
"I'm knocking! I know who he is. He's not crazy when he plays the Three Emperors, and he's not crazy when he plays the God of Killing!"
"Wow hahaha, then he performed to the essence of his performance and started killing without saying a word!"
This guy chops people like vegetables and doesn't look easy to mess with.
But the dead are too common in the Southern Territory. If this trio of actors can survive tomorrow, they are considered capable.