Nightwatcher

In the evening, the sun sets.

From the robbery hole, members of the Houtu Gang came out one after another, a total of thirteen people, including the members of the Tiandihui, sixteen people.

"It's finally out!"

"It's like a lifetime away. I almost thought it was a pity that I was going to die in it. The things I fished out were limited."

The tomb robbers were excited. Some sat on the ground as if they were exhausted, enjoying the joy of the rest of their life after the robbery;

Everyone in the Heaven and Earth Society felt heavy, and there was no smile on their faces.

Hengyuan gently put Lina on the ground, stared blankly at the robbery hole, and said in a low voice: "The poor monk is not as good as a woman."

He sat in silence for a few seconds, clasped his hands together, and wept bitterly.

The degree of sadness is not weaker than the death of Heng Hui who was brought up by one hand.

Hengyuan was afraid that he had to pay attention to the end, and when he reached Gaopin, this was the biggest flaw in his state of mind. Chu Yuanzhen opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but couldn't speak.

He also needed some quiet time, a little time to heal his grief.

Hengyuan has been greatly favored by Xu Ningyan many times, but at this critical moment of life and death, he "cowardly" escaped. The blow to Hengyuan from this matter is unimaginable.

Although he never received Xu Ningyan's kindness, he regarded him as a friend who could make friends with him. Xu Ningyan died in the underground tomb, and he was deeply saddened.

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, he is a person with great luck, and he shouldn't be here. Daoist Jinlian showed a rare look of decadence, which was in stark contrast to the image of a master he had always maintained.

Although I think so in my heart, I also know that the so-called people with great luck are not really immortal, especially when it comes to high-level situations.

The loss of such a person with good fortune here indicates that I will die and disappear? Taoist Priest Jinlian feels lost.

"Master!"

At this time, the sick man of the Houtu Gang came over. He looked more and more haggard, his eyes were sunken, his blood was empty, and a pair of cloudy eyes burst out with light:

"Please tell us the name of our benefactor. Although the Houtu Gang are grave-digging thieves and low-ranking people, we also know how to repay their kindness.

"The benefactor has passed away. We can't repay him in this life. We just want to erect a longevity monument for him. From now on, all members of the Houtu Gang will worship him every day and never forget it."

Tears welled up in Qian You's eyes, he wiped his eyes, and cried, "I beg the Taoist priest to tell my benefactor his name."

"Pray for the name of the benefactor." The members of the Houtu Gang said excitedly.

"Xu Qi'an, his name is Xu Qi'an, he is the silver gong of the policeman's yamen in the capital." Daoist Jin Lian sighed, and then told them how to write their names.

Xu Qi'an's Houtu Gang members silently memorized the name.

At this moment, Daoist Jin Lian, Heng Yuan, and Chu Yuanzhen suddenly froze. They caught the very slight sound of footsteps, which came out of the thief's mouth.

There was a few seconds of silence, and then Hengyuan grabbed Lina and threw her back at the Tu Gang crowd, growling in a low voice: "Go, go!"

Daoist Jinlian and Chu Yuanzhen retreated a certain distance, forming a "pin" shape with Hengyuan, facing the robbery cave.

The old Taoist said in a deep voice: "Leave quickly, go as far as you can, the monster in the tomb has come out."

Hengyuan was not afraid, but showed a look of relief, and said in an extremely relaxed tone: "Amitabha, this time, the poor monk will not leave again."

I haven't participated in the battle between heaven and man yet?" Chu Yuanzhen muttered, and stretched his hand behind his back, holding the sword that had never been drawn.

The faces of the Houtu gang members changed drastically, and they were so frightened that they fled away scrambling.

For a while, no one cared about the unconscious Lina.

This group of sons of bitches, sick man gangsters cursed in their hearts, endured intense fear and turned back, trying to take Lina away.

He grabbed Lina's hands, leaned over to carry her on his shoulders, and looked up at the bandit's mouth, praying that the terrible ghost would never come out at this time, and then he saw a big naked egg .

The big braised egg came out slowly, with a disheveled hair in a linen robe lying on its back. The contrast between the two was so sharp that one couldn't help but think:

Why not part his hair a little.

The leader of the Sick Man was stunned, and kept leaning over, holding Lina's wrist, staring blankly at the man and woman who came out.

The three people who faced the robbery hole were just like him, dumbfounded.

The scene fell into dead silence for a while.

Chu Yuanzhen murmured, "Is it him?"

"Fu Yuan" has become more vigorous, and the spell of monitoring and shielding the heaven's secrets has failed? All kinds of thoughts about him, how he escaped from the mummy flashed in Daoist Jin Lian's mind, but he said with a rather dull expression:

"It should be him."

At this time, Xu Qi'an raised a smiling face: "It's good that everyone has come out."

While talking, he supported Tuo Zhongli's buttocks and pushed her up.

The corridor is narrow and cannot provide the space the princess needs, so it can only be replaced by a back.

"Master Xu"

Bathed in the evening sun, Heng Yuan only felt that the world is so beautiful, good will be rewarded with good, and the Dharma is immeasurable.

He tried his best to restrain his emotions, clasped his hands slightly trembling, his eyes were red, and he bowed his head and recited the Buddha's name.

"Engong, so it's great that you are not dead, Engong." Qian You, who had oiled the soles of his feet, saw Xu Qi'an come out safe and sound.

Immediately ecstatic, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran back.

Although this person is cautious and afraid of death, his temperament is not bad.

"En Gongfu has a great life, great, really great." The members of the Houtu Gang returned with joy on their faces.

Xu Qi'an was a little embarrassed by their praise, and said in his heart that if it wasn't for the stimulation of luck, and the monk Shenshu woke up, I might really have escaped at that time

Yuxi turned into white sand, and luck penetrated into his body. At that time, Xu Qi'an felt something awakening in his body. It was the severed hand of Monk Shenshu. The severed hand, which was originally silent, made Xu Qi'an feel its existence clearly for the first time.

With confidence, he dared to stay behind. Otherwise, you can only pray to run faster than your teammates.

After all, when you meet a "bear", you are not competing with the bear, but your teammates.

Outside the city, in a valley far away from the mountains to the south, by the stream, Xu Qi'an took the water from Qian You.

He filled the water from the stream and didn't know if he would have diarrhea if he drank it, it was full of bacteria, Xu Qi'an thought to himself, and drank it all in one gulp.

It took a whole day to explore the ancient tomb, and at the end of the battle with the BOSS, the physical strength was exhausted, and there was an urgent need to replenish water.

Lina was thrown aside and fell into a deep sleep. Zhong Li sat alone by the stream, dealing with his injuries.

The warlock system is not good at fighting, and its physique cannot be compared with the martial arts system that perfects itself. Fortunately, all warlocks are big players, and the Xuanhu saves the world.

Zhong Li can handle this injury by himself, without affecting Xu Qi'an's bragging.

"At that time, I didn't think about anything, I just thought about everyone leaving quickly, and I will block all dangers," Xu Qi'an said, saliva splashing.

The members of the later Tu Gang were so moved that they couldn't be more ashamed and ashamed when they thought about their behavior of running for their lives in fear of death.

In private, Xu Qi'an told Daoist Jin Lian and others, and the sound transmission explained: "The prison is keeping a back hand in my body. As for what it is, I can't say."

The supervisor actually left behind him. Sure enough, I was right, Xu Ningyan is an important chess piece for the supervisor. Now it seems that the importance of this pawn is extraordinary.

Daoist Jinlian nodded suddenly and relieved.

No wonder, no wonder Miss Zhong Li from Si Tianjian followed him Chu Yuanzhen and glanced into the distance, Zhong Li's thin back showed a sudden look.

In addition, he thought of more details, such as why the supervisor appointed him as a representative to fight against Buddhism. Another example is why Taoist Priest Jinlian valued and loved Xu Qi'an so much.

And the details shown when leading the way in the maze just now, everything indicates that Xu Qi'an is not simple, and there are unimaginable secrets hidden behind him.

interesting.

Hengyuan's thoughts are relatively pure. In his opinion, Xu Ningyan is a good person, and Xu Ningyan is not dead, so the world is still beautiful for the time being.

"It's a pity that I don't have the opportunity to practice Vajra Invincible, and I'm far away from the third rank." Heng Yuan sighed in his heart.

After blowing the bullshit, Xu Qi'an turned his gaze to the wild warlock in the rear gang, an old man with gray hair, about fifty years old, and wearing a dirty robe.

"What is the name of this senior?"

"Don't dare to be the word "senior". The old man's surname is Gongyang, and he has a single name." The wild old warlock waved his hand.

"How did senior discover this tomb?" Xu Qi'an asked.

According to Qian You, the large tomb at the bottom of Nanshan Mountain was discovered by Gong Yangsu, a magician who is proficient in ventilation and water, and the deputy gang leader.

This is very strange, this tomb has been buried there for thousands of years, no, tens of thousands of years, why was it discovered at this time?

"I didn't discover that tomb, but my teacher discovered it. Warlocks of our lineage have almost cut off the possibility of promotion. Most of them stop at the fifth rank. As for the reason"

Gongyangsu shook his head and said, "It's inconvenient to reveal the secrets in the system."

Isn't it just the need to be attached to the court? I already knew that Xu Qi'an curled his lips secretly, and continued to listen without interrupting him.

"People have to eat. There are only a few ways to make a living. The most lucrative business, hehe, is nothing more than making a fortune. I traveled to Kyushu with my teacher since I was a child, and traveled all over the world. Whenever I came across a geomantic place, We will record it and look for opportunities to dig in the future.

"If there is a tomb, I will make a fortune. If there is no tomb, I will introduce it to the rich. This tomb was discovered by my teacher when he was young, and he recorded it. However, my teacher is not keen on digging graves, saying that this is against the harmony of nature. Sooner or later, he will be condemned by God.

"Whoever imagined it, this old thing is really right. If there is no benefactor to take action this time, I am afraid that I will sleep forever in the ground."

I don't have the ability to judge whether what you said is true or not. As a warlock, the reason why the qi technique is useless to you is number five, not me. There are very few people who know that I am a member of the Tiandihui. One condition is met, that is, knowing the whereabouts of No. 5, which rules out the possibility of man-made arrangements. Hey, I am almost on the verge of being diagnosed with stress disorder.

Xu Qi'an felt emotional in his heart.

Then, thinking of the mysterious warlock that Yunzhou met, he couldn't help cursing secretly: The warlock is really a fucking old silver coin for all staff.

Yes, a high-grade warlock.

A woman like Chu Caiwei who is not very smart must have chosen the wrong system, and so did Zhong Li.

But saying this is a bit disrespectful to Zhong Li. After all, although she is unlucky, pitiful, and has no opinion, her IQ is obviously higher than Caiwei's.

Gathering his thoughts, he pretended to be curious and asked: "Senior Gongyang, who is the ancestor of the warlocks of your line?"

Gong Yang looked at him fixedly, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

This is a lie, the facial features are too obvious Xu Qi'an pretended to be dazed, and asked doubtfully, "Isn't it the first supervisor?"

Gongyangsu looked normal, and said: "The origin of warlocks is the first generation of supervisors. As for who the ancestor of my lineage is, I don't know."

"It should be a certain faction that broke away from the Sitianjian five hundred years ago." Xu Qi'an said in a calm tone.

Gong Yangxiu's face changed wildly.

He opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Mr. Xu, take a step to speak."

My hard drive is gone, how can I borrow one? Xu Qi'an complained in his heart, got up with a smile, and walked down the trickle.

Gongyangsu followed silently.

Stepping on cobblestones, Xu Qi'an stopped after walking a hundred meters away, because this distance can ensure that their conversation will not be "eavesdropped" by Daoist Jin Lian and others.

Friends are friends, I can't reveal the secrets of the warlock system to you unless you give me money.

The footsteps following behind stopped, and Gong Yangsu stared at Xu Qi'an, with a serious face, and asked tentatively: "Young Master Xu, what else do you know?"

"I also know that Emperor Wuzong was able to successfully usurp the throne because he formed an alliance with Buddhism, and Buddhism helped him kill the first supervisor." Xu Qi'an turned around and looked at him with burning eyes.

"You even know this, who are you? You have a prophet by your side, and you can escape from the evil corpses in the ancient tomb."

"You don't need to know who I am, I just want to ask you, what role did the current supervisor play in those years?" Xu Qi'an cut to the chase and asked the doubts that had troubled him for a long time.

"Heh, isn't this an obvious thing. If there is no high-level warlock who cooperates internally and externally, it would not be so simple for Buddhism to kill a first-rank warlock." Gongyang Su sneered.

There was disdain and contempt in his eyes and expression, Xu Qi'an knew that it was not aimed at Buddhism, but the contemporary supervisor.

I guessed right, the supervisor was indeed a second-five boy back then, and that's why he got his current status. Xu Qi'an sighed, feeling very uncomfortable.

He has no moral obsession, but he is instinctively disgusted by this kind of teacher-killing behavior and cannot accept it.

"So, the warlocks who are living in the rivers and lakes are all split after the death of the first supervisor?" Xu Qi'an asked calmly without showing any flaws in his expression.

"There were six divisions of sorcerers who split from Sitianjian back then, and they were the six disciples of the first Jianzheng. The patriarch of my lineage is the fourth disciple of the first Jianzheng, and is a fourth-rank formation master."

Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked: "Do you still have contact with the other five warlock schools? How are they now?"

Gongyang Su shook his head: "They all go to the end of the world, how can there be any contact, besides, why should they contact each other to form a secret organization to fight against Si Tianjian?"

He smiled wryly: "The warlock system needs to be attached to the dynasty, and the higher the level, the more so. This is why our six warlocks will decline."

This is not right, the one I met in Yunzhou is definitely a high-grade warlock, he does not belong to Si Tianjian, and the six factions cannot be promoted to high-grade. There is a problem with the logic.

Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice: "I once met a high-quality sorcerer in Yunzhou, at least he was a master of celestial secrets. He is not a member of the Si Tianjian."

Gong Yangsu was taken aback, his brows were furrowed tightly: "This shouldn't be."

Xu Qi'an pondered: "Is it possible that he has taken refuge in a certain force, just like Si Tianjian attached to Dafeng."

Gongyang Su thought about it: "In this way, both Buddhism and Witchcraft are possible. As for the barbarians in the southern border and the barbarians in the north, heh, you may not know that they cannot gather luck."

No, I know, Dean Zhao Shou told me

Only Buddhism and the Sorcerer Sect helped me thwart the Sorcerer Sect's conspiracy. He must be malicious to me, because I suspect that the magicians behind the tax and silver case are these people. Of course, this guess needs to be verified, but no matter who he is Whether he treats me kindly or maliciously, he is not the same as the Witch God Sect.

So, only Buddhism is left? !

I knew that the bald donkeys in the West are not good things. They are rigorous and rigorous. I still assume that there is no evidence, but it does not prevent me from dissing bald donkeys. Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, clearly and deeply aware of the turbulent undercurrent among the major forces in Kyushu.

"The last question I want to ask Senior Gongyang." Xu Qi'an said.

"You have saved my life. As long as this old man knows, he can tell you everything he knows." Gong Yangsu nodded.

"Do you know that the supervisor has blocked all information about the first generation supervisor."

Gongyangsu let out a "huh": "As expected, emperors have known to revise history books since ancient times."

Xu Qi'an's tone was confused: "But the problem is, there are not a few people who know the existence of the first prison, such as you and me."

Gongyang Su pondered for a while, looked at the turbulent trickle, and said carefully: "Mr. Xu thinks, what is shielding the secret?"

"Erasure everything related to a certain person, or block the specialness of a certain person?"

Xu Qi'an gave an answer based on his own understanding of "404 Dafa".

Gongyangsu withdrew his gaze and looked at Xu Qi'an: "Then, what does it mean to erase everything related?"

Before Xu Qi'an could reply, he lowered his head, drew a line on the ground with his toes, pointed to the mark and said:

"Erasing this mark is very simple. No one can know that I have drawn a road here. But what if this road expands countless times and becomes a ravine, or even a canyon?

"Furthermore, what if this canyon runs across the capital?"

Xu Qi'an suddenly said: "I understand, the first generation prison is this canyon, even if it is shielded from the sky, but because it has too much influence and is too eye-catching, so that the traces left behind cannot be completely erased."

Gongyangsu nodded, and continued:

"In addition, if Mr. Xu's closest people, such as his parents, are erased from existence, then Mr. Xu will feel that he jumped out of a rock? Will other people think Mr. Xu jumped out of a rock?

"Spells that shield heaven's secrets must also follow the rules of heaven and earth. If it is the closest person, they will leave a vague concept in their minds, but they can't remember the corresponding details."

So, no wonder Wei Yuan said that he always forgot that there was such a person as the first supervisor, and only when he recalled the information of Si Tianjian, would he remember that there was a first supervisor from the split of history!

Xu Qi'an seemed to have something to say: "You know a lot."

Gongyang Su smiled with a clear conscience: "It's not that I know a lot, it's that my lineage only knows this. Now that I'm talking about this, let me tell you some secrets about the warlock system.

"The first and second grades of warlocks are very mysterious. Even my patriarch doesn't know the names of these two grades and the corresponding methods."

Xu Qi'an nodded slowly: "Thank you for reminding me."

After finishing the conversation, Xu Qi'an slowly approached Zhong Li by the stream. She was cleaning her wound, and kept wiping her bloated and congested leg with a piece of brown ointment.

Until the swelling in her legs faded slightly, she took out two prepared wooden sticks and tore off a strip of cloth, intending to set her own bones.

Xu Qi'an suddenly roared behind her.

Zhong Li trembled in fright, let go of a wooden stick, and floated away along the stream.

Xu Qi'an put his waist down and looked at it triumphantly.

"you"

Zhong Li was a little angry, gritted her teeth and said, "I won't go back to find you next time."

"All right, all right, what a pity to have a broken stick. When I get back to the capital, I'll exchange it for a silver stick."

Xu Qi'an pulled her up, carried the unlucky fifth senior sister on her back, and raised her voice: "Taoist, it's time to go back to the capital."

In a short time, the flying sword and the paper crane flew away against the wind, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

With his back facing the setting sun, Xu Qi'an supported Zhong Li's hips with both hands, and sang loudly.

The members of the Houtu Gang raised their heads and watched the masters leave, their hearts swaying.

In the distance, there was a loud singing voice: "The light of righteousness shines on the big buttocks"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the members of the Houtu Gang rushed to the gate of Xiangcheng City, and there was only a quarter of an hour before the gate of the city was closed.

"Hurry up, hurry up, find an inn to rest, and then there will be a curfew." The sick man's helper urged the helpers to speed up their pace.

Looking back, he found that Qian You did not follow, but stopped by the notice wall at the city gate, staring blankly at the official notice above.

"Qian You, Qian You, what the hell are you in a daze for? There is a woman on the wall, so you can't move like this." The sick man's gang leader yelled angrily.

Qian You turned his head, with a complicated expression that cannot be described in words, and stammered: "Bang, boss, you, come here for a while."

The leader of the sick man's gang rushed over angrily, and cursed: "If there is no woman on the wall, I will strip you naked and paste you on the wall."

While cursing angrily, he followed Qian You's hand and looked at the notice on the wall.

Then, the two froze by the wall together.

"Boss, what's the matter with you two?"

Seeing this, the other members walked over, thinking that there is also a stunning beauty on the wall, what is going on with these two people.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that there was a government notice posted on the wall:

In the year of Xin Chou, on March 18th, the Buddhist delegation arrived in Beijing. They wanted to fight Sitianjian.

Qian You stammered and said: "I, I remember the name of Engong, Xu Qi'an?!"

"Gulu!" A post-soil gang member's Adam's apple rolled.

"gulu"

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded one after another.

Fighting on behalf of Si Tianjian, he defeated the Buddhist Gong Yang Su's pupils and contracted violently. He had noticed that the young man surnamed Xu had an unusual identity.

But he didn't expect the other party to be such a person.

The sick man's leader murmured: "I was wrong, I was wrong

"I naively thought that he was a martial artist with the lowest status. It turns out that he is the real big shot. Breaking the magic circle, beheading the golden body, and debating the truth of Buddhism is a god-man."

PS: Today should be the earliest update time. Every time I see everyone saying: redefine five o'clock.

I am ashamed.

But today, I want to pinch my waist and say: please redefine five o'clock.

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