Chapter 440 Forced Annexation

Chapter 440 Forced annexation (fourth update)

The sun was shining brightly, and Wu Qi was sitting behind the long table in front of the city guard's mansion, slowly sipping fragrant tea. There were eight small celadon filigree dishes in front of him, and inside were placed eight-color exquisite snacks. These were all fine pastries carefully made by the chefs in the city guard's mansion.

The tea is good tea, and the spiritual tea picked from the mountains near Ancheng, and the pastries are also good. There are two pretty and well-behaved maids beside him who are fanning Wu Qi. The cool breeze mixes with the fragrance and blows. I feel that my enjoyment of this is really a bit depraved.

The strong wind blew the flags overhead, and some idlers were carefully standing under the eaves across the road, looking at what was going on here. From time to time, a few people dressed as casual cultivators would pass by the City Lord's Mansion and quickly and cautiously glance at the notices posted on both sides of the gate. Wu Qi noticed that some casual cultivators were obviously tempted, but when they were about to walk towards him, they were pulled away in a hurry by their companions.

After clicking his lips, Wu Qi turned to ask a maid next to him: "It's been two days, why hasn't anyone applied yet?"

The two maids did not dare to say anything, but bowed slightly respectfully and whispered back: "I don't know, maid."

I do not know? Wu Qi poured tea into his mouth, grabbed two pieces of pine nut cake and swallowed it. Then he clapped his hands and called into the city lord's palace: "Monk, come out and watch. If anyone signs up, take him to see Master Sanle. Well, I don’t believe it. With such a good condition, no one is willing to take the job.”

Wu Qi stood up and was about to go to Ancheng to inquire about the news. Unexpectedly, he saw an old man wearing a green gown squinting his eyes and hiding in an elixir shop diagonally opposite that specialized in selling various elixirs. Behind the door curtain, he squinted his eyes and looked towards himself through the gap in the curtain. The old man's cultivation was only at the level of the early stage of Jindan, and his eyes were a little wary, and even a little disgusting.

The old man was hiding behind the curtain, and most of his face was covered by the shadow of the door. If Wu Qi hadn't been sharp-eyed, how could he have been spotted?

Frowning, Wu Qi stood up, gave up his seat to the young monk Shouxin who came out of the mansion, and then walked towards the elixir pharmacy with a smile. Seeing Wu Qi walking towards him, the old man's expression suddenly changed. He casually lifted the door panel and was about to close the door of the elixir shop.

But there was no room for Wu Qi to close the door, so he reached the door with one movement of his feet, put his hand against the door panel, and said hello to the old man through the curtain: "Why does this Taoist friend feel like he has seen a ghost when he sees Pindao? Hahaha, could it be that fellow Taoist people have misunderstood Pindao?"

The old man's face turned green for a while. He hastily let go of the door panel, staggered back a few steps, and said repeatedly to Wu Qi in a dry voice: "Fellow Taoist, senior, I don't know where I offended my senior, cluck, cluck," he said. , this old man actually started a cold war,

The teeth collided and made a "gurgle" sound. Obviously, he was frightened by Wu Qi's sudden visit.

There were noises all around. Wu Qi didn't need to release his spiritual consciousness. The information fed back by a demon puppet standing on the high-altitude clouds overlooking Ancheng and below was enough to let him know what was going on around him - a dozen or so monks and monks nearby. The shopkeepers and clerks of the relevant shops carefully walked out of their rooms and found various excuses to say hello to each other, but their eyes were all fixed on Wu Qi.

Surprised, he looked back at those people. The shopkeepers immediately dispersed and hurriedly returned to their shops. Some of them were timid and closed the door directly, pretending to be closed. Wu Qi looked up at the sky blankly, the sun was shining brightly, it was noon, it was closing time, why would you close it to show the ghosts?

After laughing a few times, Wu Qi walked into the elixir shop and said to the old man with a smile: "Don't panic, fellow Taoist, and don't be afraid. I don't have any ill intentions, but I just want to consult with my fellow Taoist about something."

The old man tremblingly grabbed a rag and wiped the spotless medicine shelf next to him vigorously. He laughed dryly and said: "Senior, if you have any questions, I will tell you everything you know. Senior just ask."

Wu Qi rolled his eyes and asked with a smile: "What sect is your fellow Taoist from?"

With a 'gudong' sound, the old man knelt directly on the ground. He kowtowed heavily and said: "Senior, have mercy, senior, have mercy. This junior is from a small family. Nine days ago, the elder of the junior family died tragically in the mountain. Now there is no elder in the family who makes the decision." Wuwu, if the senior is interested in this junior’s inheritance, just take it. It’s not easy for the junior to practice hard for three hundred years, and it’s easy to form the golden elixir. Please spare your life, senior.”

sluggish.

Wu Qi stared blankly at the old man who was crying and his face was covered with snot and tears. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked, "Is a poor man so terrible?"

The old man kowtowed heavily on the ground and cried: "The little Buddha was so angry that the senior Arhat passed into Nirvana, the Golden Pavilion Temple was destroyed, and the Jade Pagoda Temple collapsed. I am sorry that it is not easy for me to cultivate. It took three hundred years of hard work to form the golden elixir. I am so proud of my seniors." ... This junior’s pure Yang cannot be discarded easily.”

Wu Qi was at a loss again. He frowned and pondered for a long time. Then he picked up the old man and shouted sternly: "Don't cry. Tell me carefully. If you dare to cry again, I will skin you and beat you." Your muscles will drive your soul into the Nine Nether Hells, where you will suffer the soul-refining pain of the underworld day and night."

There was a loud roar, and more closing sounds came from all around, but the old man hurriedly put away his cry, hurriedly wiped his face with a rag, and forced a smile. He lowered his waist in a low voice and carefully explained to Wu Qi the strange atmosphere in An City.

It turns out that when the monk Jing'an was the city lord, he was relatively balanced with the forces around An City. The Great Lotte Temple and the Jade Pagoda Temple are at loggerheads. These two forces with strong backers have reached a balance by fighting openly and secretly. The other small forces are naturally happy to seek development in the cracks. Monk Jing'an serves as the city lord and governs He'an City with Buddhist cultivation of mind. These small forces have a much easier life.

But the situation suddenly changed in less than half a month.

The Great Lotte Palace destroyed the Jade Pagoda Temple, and troops came to the Golden Pavilion Temple. Monk Jing'an died, and Zhenle Sanle was replaced as the city lord. That's all. Although Sanle Zhenren is an evil cultivator, the Golden Pavilion Temple will not fall. After all, the two major forces are evenly matched. At most, Sanle Zhenren is greedy and the number of taps is larger. Other small forces can still control Hean City. Live peacefully inside.

However, Liu Yi and others suddenly intervened, and Wu Qi gave him a heavy push in the back. The whole army of Da Lotte Palace was annihilated, the whole army of Golden Pavilion Temple was annihilated, and the leaders and elders of various forces around Ancheng were blown to pieces by Wuqi's plan to wipe out the whole family. Zhengdao Kuai was furious and the Arhat was also eaten up and wiped clean by the ancestor Jiji. Even the ashes were refined by Ancestor Weiji.

For a time, the Great Letian Palace family around Ancheng was the dominant family, and the ancestor of Weiji was like a dark cloud, weighing heavily on the hearts of all the small powerful disciples. Da Le Tian Palace has a bad reputation. It has always been fond of doing things to steal men and dominate women. Its reputation in He'an City is so bad that it can even go as far as 800 miles away. Now that the Furious Arhat has fallen, there is no enemy or nemesis in the Great Lottery Palace, and all the backers of various small forces are dead. It is impossible for you to make the disciples of these small forces not tremble with fear.

As far as the old man in front of Wu Qi was concerned, the strongest elder in his sect was only at the Yuan Shen stage, but out of curiosity, he ran to the mountains to the east to see what Zhixian's remains looked like. Of course, he also had the intention of picking up bargains. As a result, he was gone forever, and several elders in the Yuan Ying stage were turned into ashes. Now there are only a few golden elixir stage big cats and kittens left in the door, and behind Wu Qi and the others, there is an ancestor from Weiji sitting in charge.

One of the disciples of these small forces is reluctant to give up the family's foundation, but the other is afraid of Wuqi and the others to death. Therefore, in the past few days, they were like ants on a hot pot, suffering terribly but not knowing what to do.

Wuqi and the others set up a flagpole to recruit casual cultivators to join the City Lord's Mansion. The problem is that the reputation of the Great Lottery Palace is too bad. Which casual cultivator would dare to join for those high salaries? A cultivator values ​​his own cultivation and essence the most, but Empress Qiao likes to rob her disciples of their Yuanyang Qi the most. Although Empress Qiao is said to have died now, where is the reputation of the Great Lottery Palace, who dares to join?

"Is that so?" Wu Qi looked helplessly at the old man whose legs were trembling with fear: "Does the Great Lotte Palace really have a bad reputation?"

The old man laughed a few times, not daring to answer the question. Not only does the Great Lotte Palace have a bad reputation, it has become a stink on the streets. The disciples of the Great Lottery Palace are all demons. Which other monk would dare to provoke them? Not to mention just raising a banner to recruit people, no casual cultivator would dare to join the city lord's mansion just for the sake of greed, even if real money and silver were placed in front of them.

Seeing the old man's dry smile, Wu Qi felt angry. Why did he ignore this problem? Is the reputation of Da Lotte Palace really bad?

However, now that all the elders from the big and small forces around An City are dead, why do I still reason with these monks who stay in the city?

With a cold snort, Wu Qi patted the old man's shoulder, turned around and walked out of the elixir shop. He walked slowly to the door of the City Lord's Mansion, pulled down the two notices at the door, and then flew into the sky. After taking a breath of energy, Wu Qi shouted sternly: "Listen to all the casual cultivators in He'an City. From today on, you are all outer disciples of the Great Lottery Palace with no monthly salary or salary. Your only way out is to obey orders and be obedient. Act according to my words, Master Dao."

A few lightning bolts were thrown casually, causing several houses in the city to collapse. Wu Qi shouted loudly: "From today on, all the shops in the city are the property of the Great Lottery Palace. All of you shopkeepers and clerks, those with cultivation levels above the acquired peak." , you all go to the City Lord’s Mansion to register. From today on, you are all outer disciples of the Great Lottery Palace. Whoever dares not to go, kill whoever dares to conceal accounts, kill whoever dares to hide money secretly, kill”

He danced and threw dozens of thunderbolts in all directions, and Wuqi howled in a hissing voice: "In short, from today on, the Great Lotte Palace will be united with Ancheng. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. All the monks will lose all their sects." The assets will be registered and will be submitted within today. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed."

After taking a breath, Wu Qi said in a deep voice: "For the outer disciples who join the Great Lottery Palace today, Master Dao guarantees their safety. Those who join after today, hehe, will inevitably make a furnace."

I heard a sudden uproar in the city, and large groups of monks ran out from all over the place, crying and shouting, either flying in the air, or driving sword light, and rushed towards the city guard's house with their heads broken one by one. go. In just one cup of tea, tens of thousands of monks surrounded the city guard's mansion. Each of those monks yelled at the top of their lungs and cried out for Master Sanle to collect them as soon as possible.

Wu Qi was so happy that he suddenly laughed loudly.