Xu Ping woke up from the inn, and the sun was shining brightly outside.
He asked Song Qingling who was beside the bed, "Qingling, what time is it now?"
"It's noon."
Seeing Xu Ping getting up, Song Qingling hurriedly came forward to serve him.
Xu Ping originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he let her go.
While her hands were being wiped carefully, Xu Ping looked at her with lowered eyebrows and asked, "Are you ready to go back?"
Song Qingling was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and nodded lightly.
After he came back yesterday, he told Song Qingling all the stories that happened in the city. Fortunately, Song Qingling did not go out rashly. Otherwise, based on the situation in Beiping City yesterday, she would have been killed as a monster.
After Xu Ping got up, he sat at the table. There were already porridge, steamed buns and other breakfast items on the table, which were still hot.
He casually picked up the bun and said while eating it: "Go back and tell Master Zhenjun that the problems left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva have been solved."
"Um……"
Song Qingling responded, finally raised her head and looked at Xu Ping, and said, "Brother Xu, where do you plan to settle down in the future?"
Zhenjun Zhongkui had promised her before that after the matter was completed, he could confer her the title of City God.
Xu Ping chuckled: "I don't even know where I'm going?"
After saying that, he was silent for a moment and said: "It's most likely Renjia Town. Why, do you want to be a city god in the county where Renjia Town belongs?"
Song Qingling nodded and said: "Yes."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that there was uncertainty in Xu Ping's words, so she said: "Wherever Brother Xu lives, I will go and be the city god."
Xu Ping smiled and said nothing.
In fact, he felt that the city god of a place had great power. He represented the underworld and was in charge of the underworld affairs of the place. It was somewhat similar to the embassy he was familiar with.
but.
Judging from what happened to Mr. Wu, the City God has great power, but at the same time, he seems to lack some restraint.
The ghosts of the underworld walk around the Yang world, basically without showing their heads. When necessary, they have to rely on these city gods for help.
If this city god did something evil, there would be very few undercover people to investigate, which would lead to more and more incidents like Mr. Wu's.
As for the city god in the underworld.
Naturally, people use incense to worship and bless them for peace.
Officially, there is basically very little intervention.
Seeing that Xu Ping was deep in thought and the food was no longer tasty, Song Qingling was rarely curious, "Brother Xu, why don't you eat? What are you thinking about?"
Xu Ping shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel that if a local city god wants to do evil, it is really easy, and it is not easy to detect."
Song Qingling listened thoughtfully to what he said.
Generally speaking, candidates for the City God are scholars who have done good deeds and gained fame during their lifetime, and they are also practitioners who punished evil and promoted good deeds during their lifetime.
It’s so unpredictable.
There is no guarantee that these people will be able to maintain their original aspirations after becoming city gods. This is indeed a problem.
With this idea in mind, Song Qingling planned to talk to Zhongkui Zhenjun after returning to the underworld.
…
During the day, the city of Beiping seemed very peaceful after the riots last night.
But these are only superficial.
Yuan Datou's death still caused a lot of commotion among high-level officials, but it was not announced to the world for the time being.
After sending Song Qingling away, Xu Ping walked alone on the streets of Beiping City.
Most of the faces of the hawkers and passers-by still had bright smiles on their faces.
Vicissitudes of life.
It was as if nothing last night had ever happened.
Only teahouses and restaurants would use last night's wonderful scene as a source of conversation.
Xu Ping was sitting casually in the teahouse, listening to the tables next to him discussing what happened last night. As soon as he got excited, a waiter came over with a teapot and whispered advice.
"Don't talk about state affairs."
"Don't talk about state affairs."
Xu Ping smiled after hearing this.
Who will replace Yuan Datou is not something Xu Ping can decide, and he has no interest in it.
The only things I worry about are two things.
The actions of the Japanese Ronin ninjas last night were so massive and unexpected that they also proved their wolfish ambitions.
Ordinary people have no idea about this, but practitioners must be worried at this time.
How to keep the Japanese ninjas out of the land of China was a question he was thinking about.
It is impossible for one person to deal with it completely. He still understands the principle that the ants will bite the elephant to death.
Another point is that I am worried about Baiyun Temple.
Baiyun Guan's attack on the palace yesterday will definitely bring them a lot of trouble.
He just went to Baiyun Temple and found that the place had been controlled and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
Xu Ping sneaked into Baiyun Temple quietly and found that the front mountain had not changed much, while the back mountain was empty with no one in it.
Most likely they all knew that the attack on the palace yesterday would cause a cargo disaster for them, so they all left.
Xu Ping guessed.
It's not certain that when the news of Yuan Datou's death comes out, this shit basin will be placed on Baiyunguan's head.
After sitting for a while, two people came up from downstairs.
The two of them were one behind the other, both wearing extremely simple gowns. They looked like businessmen, but also had a somewhat bookish air.
The two of them were the disguised Master Xuantong and Taoist Feng Yang.
Xu Ping's guess was correct.
After hurriedly returning to Baiyun Temple last night, Master Xuantong felt that something was wrong, so he urgently summoned all his disciples and hurried down the mountain.
At this moment, the soldiers belonging to Yuan Datou, carrying heavy artillery weapons, came to the foot of Baiyun Guan Mountain and surrounded him.
Because of this, Baiyun Temple, headed by Master Xuantong, broke into pieces and lurked in Beiping City.
"Shopkeeper Xu, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
When Master Xuantong and Taoist Master Feng Yang saw Xu Ping, their eyes lit up and they walked over with clasped hands, looking kindly on their faces.
When Xu Ping saw the two of them, he knew that the other party was hiding his identity, so he stood up and cupped his hands and said, "I thought Boss Bai looked down on Xu's small business."
A smile like an old friend appeared on Master Xuantong's face, "Shopkeeper Xu is joking, no matter how good Bai's business is, if this deal fails, there will be no place for him to stand."
Xu Ping nodded: "You two, please take a seat."
Master Xuantong and Taoist Master Feng Yang smiled and cupped their hands again before sitting down.
They sat down and poured themselves tea, while quietly observing the surrounding environment and people.
The location Xu Ping chose was near the window of the teahouse for easy observation.
Lowering his voice, Xu Ping said directly: "I killed both Yuan Datou and Wu Chenghuang, but I have harmed your Baiyun Temple."
Because of this, Baiyun Temple became like a lost dog. If Master Xuantong hadn't been so advanced, he would have been left behind by the Huanglong last night.
Master Xuantong shook his head and said in a low voice: "This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Xu. It was caused by me, Baiyunguan."
As he spoke, he frowned and whispered: "But poor... I still have some questions in my mind, why did Mr. Xu do this, or what was the reason for the riot yesterday?"
Xu Ping took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "In fact, Master Xuantong has already guessed it, right?"
Master Xuantong's expression paused and he said: "Dragon chair?"
Xu Ping nodded: "Yuan Datou and Wu Chenghuang colluded with foreign enemies and wanted to ascend the throne. However, those Japanese people went back on their word. They were the ones who provoked those Japanese people last night."
"boom!"
Taoist Master Feng Yang slammed the table and said angrily: "This is too much."
Everyone in the teahouse heard the sudden roar and looked over at the same time.
Xu Ping hurriedly stood up and said, "Shopkeeper Feng, if you are not satisfied with the price, we can still discuss it, so why get angry."
Only then did Taoist Master Feng Yang realize that he was too much like Meng Lang, so he quickly pretended to be a businessman who was offended by the high price, "Shopkeeper Xu, since you want to negotiate again, there is no sincerity in this price."
"Sit down and talk."
"Sit down and talk."
"..."
When other people in the teahouse saw this, they didn't take it seriously and stopped looking at them.
"Deserves to be killed!"
Master Xuantong said solemnly: "Thanks to Mr. Xu for taking action in time."
Xu Ping waved his hand: "It doesn't matter."
Taoist Master Feng Yang frowned and suddenly asked: "Mr. Xu, do you know where the golden rain last night came from and was it the method you used?"
Xu Ping was still smiling and shook his head: "I don't know."
He was not going to tell these people about cutting off the earth's veins, mainly because he felt that it was not necessary.
However, seeing Master Xuantong's calm gaze, Xu Ping felt that he must have guessed something.
"hehe……"
Master Xuantong said with a smile: "It seems that there were experts who helped me last night..."
He said something meaningful, and then whispered to Taoist Master Feng Yang: "Feng Yang, you don't need to investigate this matter anymore. Since the master doesn't want to show up, we shouldn't disturb him too much."
"yes!"
Taoist priest Feng Yang responded in a low voice.
Xu Ping smiled and didn't say much. He just looked at the two of them and suddenly asked: "How is the current situation of your Baiyun Temple?"
Master Xuantong said: "At present, all the disciples of Baiyun Temple have eliminated the traitors, and the remaining ones have basically been broken into pieces and are lurking in Beiping City."
In fact, what he did not say was that many of the disciples of Baiyun Temple dispersed after this battle.
Once the human heart is lost, it is difficult to get it back.
Xu Ping did not ask in detail, but just thought about the situation at this time and asked: "As for the situation of the three Northeastern families, it is best to inform the cultivators in Peiping secretly as soon as possible, especially those who exist in families or clans."
He didn't think too much and started giving orders unconsciously.
And Master Xuantong didn't think it was inappropriate. After all, in the world of cultivation, people with higher cultivation levels are always respected.
"Don't worry, Mr. Xu, I have already arranged to handle this matter."
Xu Ping said: "That's good."
Master Xuantong continued: "Not only in Beiping City, but also in the nearby cultivation sects, I have also arranged for capable disciples to go and inform..."
As he said that, he looked at Xu Ping and asked in a low voice: "Next, I want to ask Mr. Xu, what are your plans?"
Xu Ping chuckled lightly: "I don't have any plan, I only have one idea, and that is to completely destroy all Japanese ninjas who enter our land of China."
"good!"
Master Xuantong looked delighted.
Xu Ping's idea coincided with his. One of the original purposes of this trip was to get Xu Ping to come forward and participate in the encirclement and suppression of the Japanese Ninjas.
He was even mentally prepared, even if he had to obey Xu Ping's orders, that would be fine.
Xu Ping pondered for a moment and said: "However, the most urgent task is to inform all the sects first. Only when everyone unites can we completely wipe out those Japanese ninjas in one fell swoop."
"Well, that's what I think too, so I'm going to inform each sect. It would be best if they can send out their elite backbones. Only then can this be feasible."
Master Xuantong fought against those Japanese ninjas, and he found that those Japanese ninjas were not bad in strength.
Those who took the lead last night each had strength that was not weaker than the elders of Baiyunguan, but even with such good deeds, they still seemed to be like cannon fodder.
This is enough to prove.
Although the strength of each of the three northeastern schools cannot be said to be comparable to that of the Cultivation Mountain Gate with rich heritage, the three families together are not much worse than the mountain gates such as Longhu Mountain and Maoshan Mountain.
Even because of the special nature of the family, its loyalty is far greater than that of these spiritual sects.
Say it.
Master Xuantong looked worried again and said: "But I'm afraid that some sects have long-standing feuds with each other and are unwilling to cooperate."
To deal with the Japanese ninjas, we can't just do it one family at a time, we must all unite.
Xu Ping was also thinking about this issue.
He recalled the news that Maoshan had received from the Ma family in the Northeast, and said thoughtfully: "I believe that these spiritual elites will definitely put aside their grudges when it comes to major issues of right and wrong."
"This is the best." Master Xuantong said.
Xu Ping said: "Without further delay, we need to unite as soon as possible. If they gain a firm foothold, it will be even more difficult to deal with them."
Master Xuantong nodded: "Okay!"
After discussing the details for a while, Master Xuantong left in a hurry with Taoist Master Feng Yang. They planned to visit some fellow Taoists in Beiping City first.
Beiping City is relatively close. If we don't unite, I'm afraid we will face the same situation as the three Northeastern families.
Even worse.
Xu Ping was not idle either. He returned to the inn, wrote furiously, and then threw the letter into the flames.
This is the technique of sending messages across thousands of miles that he newly learned from the Yin Yang Illustrated Book.
The flames swallowed up the letter and instantly turned it into ashes. After waiting for a while, ashes flew up from the sky above the flames, and among them was the message sent to him by Uncle Jiu.
"Can!"
"Every sect in southern Guangdong has been notified that they will set off for Peiping in the near future."
Looking at the familiar handwriting, Xu Ping showed a knowing smile. Uncle Jiu's movements were so fast. I'm afraid Uncle Jiu had already started preparations when he first came to Peiping.
…
late at night.
The unique method of transmitting messages between various sects spread throughout the land of China about the experiences of the three Northeastern families and their plan to resist the enemy.
Xu Ping's name appears on every letter.
Xu Ping and Master Xuantong called on all sects to jointly resist foreign enemies, not wanting the past of the three northeastern families to become everyone's tomorrow.
For a time, all sects and factions responded one after another.
Whether it is a mountain gate with rich heritage like Longhu Mountain and Lingyin Temple, or a sect that is both good and evil, such as Liuhe Gate and Ghost Sword Gate.
At this time, everyone has completely let go of their prejudices. Everyone has only one goal in mind. This land is inviolable.