Chapter 315 Soul Search

"Well, the City God Zhuo Gongkui is a corrupt official."

Fang Zhixing listened quietly.

Fan Qiulai continued: "At that time, Yan Jingfeng was not alone, he also had a beautiful wife.

Somehow, Zhuo Gongkui saw his wife and asked him to offer his wife to Bailing Sect Leader, otherwise he would fail the assessment."

"How could Yan Jingfeng bear it? In a fit of anger, he simply gave up joining the Five Elements Sect and exposed Zhuo Gongkui's rampant corruption to the court."

"This completely offended Zhuo Gongkui, who listed Yan Jingfeng as a wanted criminal and sent experts to hunt him down, forcing him to flee everywhere."

"Alas, on the way to escape, his wife was brutally murdered."

After hearing this, Fang Zhixing was speechless. He and Yan Jingfeng were just business partners, and there was no personal grudge involved.

He didn't want to get involved in Yan Jingfeng's personal grudge.

So he sent a message: "People should not fight officials. You should ask Yan Jingfeng to leave Daizhou as soon as possible."

Fan Qiulai replied: "Yan Jingfeng is hiding. I can't contact him now, but don't worry, as long as I see him, I will persuade him to leave quickly."

Fang Zhixing thought about it and replied: "He may have seen the situation and fled."

"Well, it's possible."

Fan Qiulai thought about it and it was true.

The two quickly cut off the call.

Afterwards, Fang Zhixing went to Yibao Pavilion.

These days, Fat Peony has been running the store alone, busy inside and outside, and has been able to withstand the pressure.

Fang Zhixing browsed the accounts and found that the income was not bad. He promised to give Fat Peony a salary increase.

Fat Peony was naturally overjoyed.

After taking care of Yibao Pavilion, Fang Zhixing had a rare leisure time and planned to have a good rest for a few days.

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Bang!

The sword aura flashed and crossed the sky.

Several figures flew through the air. In front of them, a man was running away frantically, fighting while running.

The roaring sound was endless!

After a long time, the man was hit by a cold light, staggered, and fell down.

With a muffled sound of plop, the man fell into a big river.

The waves were surging and the waves were rising and falling.

"Hurry up, don't let Yan Jingfeng escape!"

The pursuer rushed along the river, stabbed the sword into the bottom of the water, and set off a storm.

Hard work pays off!

Finally!

After a flying sword was stabbed, the river water turned blood red.

"Here!"

One person reminded everyone loudly.

The next moment, splash~

Yan Jingfeng broke out of the water, his shoulder was pierced by a long sword, and blood flowed.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Figures rushed in from all directions and surrounded him in the middle.

Yan Jingfeng gasped, his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with hysterical anger.

"Yan Jingfeng, you are really good at running away!"

One person sneered with a gloomy face and said coldly: "If the City God hadn't ordered us to capture you alive, we would have killed you long ago."

Yan Jingfeng said: "If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Looking for death!"

A person behind him suddenly took action and offered a brick-shaped magic weapon, which hit the back of Yan Jingfeng's head.

Bang, Yan Jingfeng's eyes went black and he fell down.

One person grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and flew into the air.

Everyone followed closely and flew all the way to Yandang City.

Soon, they arrived at the City God Temple, lowered their voices one by one, and entered the temple silently.

At this time, the City God Temple was magnificent and prosperous.

Countless pilgrims and believers came one after another, kneeling in front of the City God statue and praying devoutly.

The statue of the City God is a middle-aged man with a long beard, wearing a gorgeous official robe, with an imposing manner.

The statue of the City God is vivid and lifelike, just like a real person.

The statue stands proudly, continuously absorbing the luck of the people, purifying and condensing it, and strengthening itself.

Mortals naturally don’t know that this statue of the City God is actually Zhuo Gongkui’s Dharma body.

Zhuo Gongkui is in the Yang God realm. His Yang God comes and goes freely, and his Dharma body stays in the temple, harvesting the luck of the people every day and enjoying endless pleasure.

This is one of the benefits of being a City God.

To be honest, except for the leaders of some major sects, the City God can absorb the most luck, which can be said to be a lucrative job.

At this moment, in the backyard of the City God Temple.

Zhuo Gongkui’s Yang God is sitting at the dining table, enjoying his lunch.

On the dining table is a baby, with its belly cut open and blood dripping.

Zhuo Gongkui picked up a still beating heart with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

Suddenly, a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Lord City God!"

A voice came from outside, saying: "Thanks to your great blessing, Yan Jingfeng has been caught."

Zhuo Gongkui's eyes suddenly widened, put down his chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and sneered: "Bring him in."

With a creaking sound!

The door was pushed open.

A group of masters stood in front of the door.

Yan Jingfeng was thrown to the ground like a dead dog.

He was dizzy and uncomfortable all over. He used all his strength to open his eyes.

At a glance!

A familiar face, a face that he could not forget even if it turned into ashes, appeared in front of him.

"Zhuo Gongkui, you dog thief!"

Yan Jingfeng gritted his teeth and hated it.

Zhuo Gongkui smiled leisurely and said coldly: "Yan Jingfeng, I have been looking for you for many years. You never expected that you would end up in my hands."

Yan Jingfeng glared at each other angrily, with an unyielding expression on his face, and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't be complacent, I have been collecting evidence of your crimes over the years, and all your evil deeds have been recorded by me, and sooner or later they will be made public.

At that time, the law of heaven will be clear and retribution will be unsatisfactory. Everyone will see through your true identity, and no common people will come to your ruined temple to offer incense. "

Hearing this, Zhuo Gongkui looked disdainfully and said in a cold voice: "How dare you threaten me when you are about to die?"

He chuckled twice, "No matter how much evidence you collect, it's meaningless. Do you know why?"

"First, I have the Five Elements Sect protecting me. Suzaku Peak is my biggest supporter. No one can touch me!"

"Secondly, I will immediately know where you hide the evidence you collected and destroy it."

After hearing this, Yan Jingfeng couldn't help but shudder.

The Taoist sect has a miraculous technique that most masters of Yang Shen can perform, soul searching!

Masters of Yang Shen can read the memories of others and explore their deepest secrets.

Moreover, this soul-searching technique is more than a hundred times more powerful than trance, hypnosis and other Yin methods!

Yan Jingfeng felt chills all over his body and wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

But the next moment, Zhuo Gongkui raised his big hand and pressed it on Yan Jingfeng's forehead.

"you……"

Yan Jingfeng felt a bang in his head, rolled up the whites of his eyes, blinked rapidly, and foamed at the mouth.

Zhuo Gongkui tilted his head and read Yan Jingfeng's memory carefully.

I saw him running away in embarrassment.

He saw the tragic scene of his wife being killed.

Zhuo Gongkui couldn't help but smile with a smile that was so satisfying.

Then he saw Yan Jingfeng living in Danzhou, nesting on a flower boat, comforting the pain of his dead wife with a geisha.

Later, I saw Yan Jingfeng meeting Fan Qiulai, Zhang Changji...

"Huh?"

Zhuo Gongkui frowned, and his expression became exciting.

"Good guy!"

"The three of you opened Daqing Yibao Pavilion together. An Baopu's real name is Zhang Changji. He is from Danzhou."

This is undoubtedly a major discovery!

An Baopu came out of nowhere and attracted attention from all parties.

As a city god, Zhuo Gongkui naturally paid close attention to An Baopu and wanted to know the details of this person.

"Hahaha, you can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes, but it takes no effort at all to get there!"

Zhuo Gongkui couldn't help being happy. He took back his hand, took out a "Thousand-mile Transmission Note", muttered something in his mouth, and then threw it away.

The Thousand Miles Transmission Note shone brightly, like an arrow leaving the string, turning into a rainbow of light and flying into the distance.

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The Bailing Cult Leader raised his hand and grabbed the Thousand Miles Transmission Note.

"Master, my disciple caught Yan Jingfeng and searched his soul to find out that An Baopu..."

The Bailing Cult Master's eyes lit up, and after listening carefully, he couldn't help but grin.

"Come from Danzhou..."

Bailing Cult Leader was interested, but unfortunately, he didn't have much power in Danzhou and couldn't dig deeper in time.

However, we learned from Yan Jingfeng's memory that An Baopu was also a casual cultivator in Danzhou, and his true identity was well hidden.

After thinking for a moment, the Bailing Cult Leader left Suzaku Peak and quickly arrived at the Star Reaching Tower.

He met Princess Chiming and explained the situation in detail.

After hearing this, Zheng Changxiu smiled excitedly and said, "So, there is a heavenly being beside An Baopu, named Fan Qiulai."

Leader Bailing responded: "What do you think?"

Zheng Changxiu smiled and said: "My thoughts and your thoughts should be the same."

Bailing Cult Leader continued: "Use Yan Jingfeng to lure An Baopu and Fan Qiu out."

Zheng Changxiu nodded and said: "Let's clean up An Baopu, find some heavenly friends, and eat that Fan Qiulai, killing two birds with one stone."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

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Night falls, Yandang City!

The Chenghuang Temple has been closed, and everything is quiet.

Zhuo Gongkui and a group of his men knelt in the yard and bowed their heads deeply.

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky silently.

"Meet the Master!"

"See the leader!"

Everyone kowtowed respectfully, not daring to breathe.

Bailing Cult Master looked around with his hands behind his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone, get up."

Zhuo Gongkui stood up first and said with a flattering smile: "Master, please have tea in your room."

"No."

Bailing Cult Master waved his hand and asked: "Where is Yan Jingfeng?"

Zhuo Gongkui immediately made a move.

After a while, two people brought a cage.

Yan Jingfeng was trapped in a cage, with chains piercing his bones.

The cage opens.

Yan Jingfeng was pushed out and pressed in front of the Bailing Cult Master.

"Do you recognize me?" Bailing Cult Master asked jokingly.

Yan Jingfeng was so angry that he had never actually seen the Bailing Cult Master, only his statue. His color suddenly changed drastically, and he said horrifiedly: "You, you are..."

Bailing Cult Leader put his hands behind his hands and said, "I'll give you a chance to live. Can you tell An Baopu and Fan Qiulai to go to a certain place?"

Yan Jingfeng's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't help but laugh miserably, and gritted his teeth and said, "Although I, Yan Jingfeng, am incompetent, I will never betray my friends. Stop your wishful thinking here!"

Bailing Cult Master smiled scornfully and sneered: "I was just joking, do you take it seriously? You are also a member of the Taoist sect after all, but are you so ignorant of Taoism?"

After saying that, he raised his hand and put it on Yan Jingfeng's head and grabbed it.

In an instant, Yan Jingfeng shriveled up, his flesh and blood withered.

At the same time, Yan Jingfeng's Yin spirit was forcibly stripped from his body.

"Ahhh~"

Yan Jingfeng screamed miserably, the pain was beyond imagination and indescribable.

Zhuo Gongkui saw it and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, Bailing Sect Leader forcibly pulled out Yan Jingfeng's Yin spirit, and his body withered into a pile of bones.

Then, Bailing Sect Leader flipped his hand and took out a black banner.

When this banner appeared, it was fierce and terrifying.

Zhuo Gongkui and others froze, each of them was as if they were facing a great enemy, terrified, extremely terrified, as if they had met a natural enemy, and they were so scared that they wanted to run away.

"Hundred Soul Banner!"

This is a magic weapon made by Bailing Sect Leader himself, with a great reputation and a notorious reputation.

See, the Hundred Soul Banner wrapped Yan Jingfeng's Yin spirit.

Yan Jingfeng's Yin spirit was like falling into the abyss of hell, and screams were endless.

Time passed little by little...

Suddenly, Bailing Sect Leader flicked open the Hundred Soul Banner.

A stream of black smoke rushed out of the Hundred Soul Banner, fell to the ground, and turned into a human form.

It was Yan Jingfeng's Yin Spirit.

However, Yan Jingfeng at this moment was like a walking corpse, with a numb expression and dull eyes.

Yan Jingfeng knelt down, worshiping, kneeling to Bailing Sect Leader, shouting: "Soul slave greets the master."

Bailing Sect Leader smiled with satisfaction and ordered: "You find a way to invite An Baopu and Fan Qiulai, and let them go to Kusong Ridge in the north of the outer city."

"Yes!"

Yan Jingfeng obeyed.

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It was dawn.

Fang Zhixing slept until he woke up naturally.

Although he no longer felt tired, a good sleep always made people feel refreshed.

As soon as he woke up, the voice of Fan Qiulai came from the ring.

"Brother Fang, I found Yan Jingfeng."

Fan Qiulai said quickly: "He is at Kusongling, 20 miles north of the city, and wants to see us."

Fang Zhixing was surprised and said: "What is more important than his escape?"

Fan Qiulai sighed: "He didn't say, he just left me a letter, saying that he found a major secret and asked us to rush over as soon as possible."

Fang Zhixing fell into deep thought, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Twenty miles north of the city, anyway, it's not far, let's go."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Fan Qiulai felt that twenty miles north of the city was still within the scope of Chiming City.

In the capital, there is generally nothing wrong.

After the two discussed, they cut off the call.

Fang Zhixing called the dog, made some preparations, and quietly ran to the north.

Kusongling is relatively desolate and the terrain is complex.

One man and one dog sneaked in low profile and arrived at Kusongling in no time.

Looking around, the whole mountain was covered with bare pine trees, the river was dry, and the ground was covered with dust.

Fang Zhixing did not see Yan Jingfeng, so he immediately contacted Fan Qiulai.

After a while, Fan Qiulai arrived and the two sides met.

After a while, a figure suddenly swayed on the top of a mountain and waved, "Brother Fan, Brother An, come here quickly."

Listening to the voice, it was Yan Jingfeng.

Looking at the figure, there was no problem.

Fang Zhixing and Fan Qiulai did not doubt him and ran over quickly.

The two men and the dog took two steps at a time and came to the top of the mountain.

Yan Jingfeng turned around slowly, and a sinister smile appeared on his face...