Taoist master wants to ascend

"Ding Xiu only has an old wife, who has a son and a daughter. On the surface, the couple is harmonious, but in fact they have an extra room. On the thirteenth of every month, they go to the west of the city for private meetings..."

"There are six entrances to Ding's house and three study rooms. Ding Xiu will stay in study room No. 3 every day and no one else is allowed to come near."

"His three apprentices are all in the middle courtyard, patrolling the location of the servants in three places, the time...

In the shadows, Sikong Xing walked slowly, as if he was going to his hut at night, with thoughts racing through his mind.

He has long been familiar with this set of theft procedures, including checking locations, intelligence, surveying the terrain, and looking for opportunities. During these days dormant in Ding's house, he had already planned a complete plan.

In the dark and moonless night, Sikong Xing arrived at Study No. 3, avoided the patrolling servants, knocked over several vicious dogs with a snap of his fingers, quietly approached, broke the door bolt, and entered the study.

The room was dark, but Sikong Xing was not affected at all. After a few glances, he found the hidden compartment and took a wooden box in his hand without any effort.

"I've been working as a horseman for a few days, so it's only natural that I get paid. And that old guy Ding Xiu, give me a slap..."

After casually weighing the wooden box, Sikong Xing resisted the thought of leaving his name, feeling quite a sense of revenge.

There are tens of millions of households in Hengshan City. With his ability to disguise himself and hide his identity, he is not afraid of being pursued by the court. He is only afraid of those who are also good at stealing and tracking, and who happen to bump into him.

After closing the door and about to retreat from the planned route, he suddenly heard a loud shout in the front yard, his heart trembled, and he ran up the courtyard wall without thinking, found a direction, and dived over.

His speed was very fast, and there was no sound of wind. After a few ups and downs, he had already traveled a long distance.

"There's a thief!"

The exclamation in the front yard spread quickly. Sikong Xing lurked in the shadows. Hearing the sound of breaking through the air behind him, he sneered in his heart, but he was already in another yard.

"This family seems to have quite a lot of money."

After cautiously avoiding it for a while, Sikong Xing was also sizing up this house. This was his subconscious habit. At this sight, he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

“Don’t add extraneous ramifications...”

Resisting the urge to do it again, Sikong Xing was about to retreat when he suddenly heard a low and shrill scream, and then a large number of torches lit up in the front and backyard:

"Don't leave that perverted thief Sikong Xing!"

"?!"

Sikong Xing, who said someone was breaking into the house to pick flowers and kill people, was about to leave when he heard loud shouts coming from all directions, and his expression suddenly changed.

‘Which beast framed grandpa?!

Sikong Xing was furious and had already sensed something was wrong. The people in this courtyard reacted too quickly. No matter how elite the servants and guards were, they would not be able to act like this.

unless......

"ambush!"

Jumping up to avoid the arrows that shot out, penetrated the rockery, the wall, and penetrated into the ground, Sikong Xing felt a chill in his heart, screamed strangely, and ran away:

"Ding Xiu?!"

Huhu~

In the night, the wind howled, the torches swayed, and figures jumped out from all directions. There were also many archers hiding in secret. Even though Sikong Xing was extremely good at Qinggong, he was forced into a state of embarrassment for a while.

"Don't leave that perverted thief Sikong Xing!"

"Into your mother!"

Sikong Xing almost vomited blood, knowing that he was framed again and took the blame:

"I've never had any color in my life. I'm a whore, your mother, Ding Xiu... ah!"

Korea!

The arrow shot through the air and sank into the ground with traces of blood.

On the eaves of a house, Ding Xiu slowly put down his long bow and looked around:

"Force him to go to the north of the city. The noise will be louder. If Zhongli wants to catch the thief, let him catch him!"

"yes!"

Several Zhenwutang masters walked away.

"Just let him go?"

On the other side of the eaves, Zhu Zhongying was playing with the three-foot sword: "Zhongli Luan is not easy to fool, he may not believe it."

"What else?"

Ding Xiu's face was as dark as water: "If you don't trust the imperial court, how can you trust a thief?"

"I always thought it was a nuisance, and...

Zhu Zhong gave him a warning look: "Jin Zhufeng is coming soon."

"Jingpingsi still can't control the Zhenwu Hall, so what about Jin Zhufeng, how dare he provoke that Marquis? Give him face, and he will take it!"

Ding Xiu sneered, and only the other two could hear:

"The Yunxiang Cauldron is lost because of Ouyang Ying's poor guarding. The most I can do is to receive some reprimand, but if someone finds out that the Marquis is responsible...

"Maybe you're right."

Zhu Zhongying looked in the direction of Zhenwu Hall and sighed in his heart:

"Why did the prince accept this disciple...

"Only God knows."

Ding Xiu had a expression on his face. Just thinking of that face made him feel congested.

"Let's go, you have to look good."

Zhu Zhongying put away his long sword, and the two of them, one behind the other, led a dozen men each, and chased after him with great momentum.

...

"call!"

In the courtyard, under the old tree, Yan Chunyang sat cross-legged. On his naked upper body, the silver light flowed like water, but eventually dispersed.

Woo~

The pores on his body opened, and sweat mixed with blood spread, covering the entire yard.

Seeing this scene, the two old servants serving in the courtyard did not dare to express their anger.

"Or not."

Yan Chunyang, who had undergone another blood transfusion, looked a little pale and his eyes were red:

"Why doesn't it still work?!"

"Master Marquis, the Qianyin ceremony is almost done, why not wait a little longer?"

An old servant bowed and said: "Even if there is a magic elixir to help, blood transfusion is still a harmful thing to the body."

"Can the Thousand Yin Ceremony really help me exchange blood?"

Turning the string of beads in his palm, Yan Chunyang took a deep breath, drank a few elixirs, and his expression quickly recovered.

"Master Qianyin is omnipotent...

"Shut up!"

He glanced at the old servant with disgust: "Don't brag in front of me. If you can't exchange for blood, I will demolish the temple of your Master Qianyin!"

"Master Hou...

The old servant's expression changed. Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he turned around suddenly and fell to his knees with a thud.

"Um?"

Yan Chunyang looked up.

But in the shadows, a feminine young man wearing a black robe and a pale face walked out slowly:

"Yan Chunyang, why do you say that when you were born, the Dharma Master sent you blessings, but you don't have any respect for the Dharma Master?"

"Fayin boy?"

Glancing at the two old servants kneeling on the ground with their heads on the ground, Yan Chunyang's brows rose with an evil spirit:

"Who are you, dare to call me by my first name?!"

哢哓~

Under the collision of their energy, the ground in the courtyard suddenly cracked, and large bluestone bricks cracked.

Buzz~

The bead string in Yan Chunyang's palm trembled, and a shadow appeared, blocking between the two of them.

"Shadow Heart?"

Seeing the person who seemed to be transformed by the mist, the feminine young man snorted coldly and dispersed his breath.

"Brother Fayin, don't blame me."

Ying Xin shook her head, looked at Yan Chunyang, and frowned: "Master Hou?"

Yan Chunyang glanced at the feminine young man with cold eyes:

"It's his honor to bless me!"

"You idiot..."

Fayin boy was furious.

"Master Hou!"

Ying Xin felt her scalp go numb and turned around suddenly, holding down Yan Chunyang who got up angrily:

"Your Majesty has summoned you. The summons has arrived."

Woo~

Hearing these words, the furious two people instantly dissipated their violent energy.

The Fayin boy took a few steps back, and Yan Chunyang held up the bracelet with both hands, only to see strands of ink-colored true energy rising up, turning into a scarlet dragon eye.

"Master!"

Yan Chunyang kowtowed heavily, and several people in the courtyard kowtowed one after another. Boy Fayin did not kneel, but he also bowed and paid homage:

"Fayin pays homage to the prince. May the prince be safe."

"Fayin, if you are not serving your Dharma master in the temple, why are you coming to Hengshan City?"

Long Yan stared at Fayin boy, who felt a chill running down his spine and did not dare to raise his head:

"Back to my lord, Dharma Master Qianling has lost a monument to save people here. My Dharma Master sent me here to help the two Vajras of blood and flesh find this monument."

"Where is your leader Yan?"

"Going back to your lord, the leader of the church should still be on the shore of the East China Sea?"

"This king is in the East China Sea."

The dragon eyes examined Fayin boy: "That old turtle is not here. Do you know where it went?"

"This this......"

Fayin boy shook his head and said he didn't know.

The dragon's eyes stared indifferently, and the latter was sweating, and then he spoke:

"Go down."

"Farewell, Your Majesty."

Boy Fayin breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to lift it up.

Until this moment, everyone in the courtyard was afraid to express their anger. Yan Chunyang raised his head with awe in his eyes:

"Master...

"Pure Yang."

"The disciple is here!"

"Tomorrow I will go to Longhu Temple to pay homage to the mountain, hold my dharma seal, and take a look at the current disciples of Longhu Temple!"

"ah?"

Yan Chunyang was startled, then bowed and agreed.

"Shadow Heart."

"My subordinate is here!"

"Go and meet Long Xixiang."

"yes."

Buzz~

At this time, the dragon's eyes dispersed and turned into wisps of ink, which disappeared into the string of beads.

"Congratulations, Master!"

When Yan Chunyang raised his head again, his eyes were frighteningly bright.

Ying Xin was a little confused:

Why did the prince suddenly want to see Long Xixiang?

...

...

Huhu~

In the darkness of the night, Sikong Xing ran wildly, cursing in his heart.

His Qinggong was extremely good, and he would sometimes dive into the ground, but he was still being chased in such a panic that he had no time to stop the bleeding.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, he stopped and turned around quickly. He saw at least dozens of people chasing him quickly on the eaves and streets in the distance, but they did not pursue him.

Instead, he keeps chasing, as if to...

"They want to drive me to the north of the city?"

Sikong Xing keenly sensed something was wrong. He suddenly stopped and saw a golden light soaring into the sky in the distance. A dozen places away, he felt a chill in his brows:

"Grandmaster?!"

Sikong Xing was horrified and felt his scalp numb.

"It's over!"

Seeing the golden light coming at an extremely fast speed, Sikong Xing felt his two bodies trembling and had no idea of ​​escaping.

There were rumors in the world that he had escaped from the Grand Master, but only he knew that it was just a rumor. He had never seen the Grand Master's face at all...

"call!"

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulder, and he flew into the air. Strong winds roared around him. He looked up in shock and saw a familiar mask with a ghostly face.

Dad... Bah, savior!

Sikong Xing burst into tears, and his face was shaking due to the strong wind.

Li Yuan didn't even look back, and flew away as if he was flying a kite, grabbing Sikong Xing. The speed was so fast that Zhong Liran, who was coming at a very fast speed, couldn't help but stop.