Chapter 1828 The Unknown Disabled Guest

This is weird, since most spells have aura left behind.

With Liang Yan's current state, unless the murderer is in the sub-sage state and can use some silent magical powers, it is impossible to hide from his detection.

However, how could a majestic sub-sage use his means to assassinate a monk in the foundation-building stage?

It’s really unbelievable. If someone hadn’t conspired against him, could it be that this person really went crazy because of his own cultivation? But why is it such a coincidence that at the same time, seven people in the Wuchen Army went crazy at the same time?

Liang Yan looked at the corpse in front of him and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he suddenly turned around and asked, "What kind of exercises did this person practice during his lifetime?"

Gui Wuqi thought for a while and replied: "This person's cultivation is extremely complex, but his basic technique is the 'Ice Condensation Technique', an ice-attribute technique with a low grade and inherited from a certain third-rate sect."

"Where are the other six people? Are they also practicing ice attribute techniques?"

"That's not true. Except for one of the other six who practices ice-attribute skills, the other five are all very different. Some practice the power of earth, some practice the energy of Yimu, and some are physical practitioners. I checked their feet. There is no similarity in their origins.”

After hearing this, Liang Yan frowned even deeper.

At the same time, seven people became possessed one after another, but there were no traces left by outsiders in the cave. If it wasn't due to the skills, what else could it be?

After pondering for a moment, Liang Yan said slowly: "Take me to the caves of the other six people."

"good."

Without hesitation, Gui Wuqi took Liang Yan out of the "Red Sand Cave" and went to the next cave.

These monks are not high in cultivation, they are the lowest level monks in Nanxuan. Even if they go crazy, no one will report the matter to alert monks of Liang Yan's level.

That is to say, Gui Wuqi, a man with a special personality, accidentally discovered this matter and decided to get to the bottom of it, which is why Liang Yan made this trip to Qiongxia Mountain.

After checking seven caves in a row, the last one was the residence of the monk "Nan Wang". This place was much more luxurious than the other six, but there was nothing unusual about it.

Before Nan Wang died, he meditated on the futon and passed away peacefully, without pain or struggle.

Liang Yan stood in the center of the cave, silently running the "Bodhi Mirror". A faint golden light covered every corner of the cave. Any trace of external force would be discovered by him.

Unfortunately, there is still nothing gained.

Seeing his expression, Gui Wuqi had already guessed the result. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Even Liang Shuai couldn't find any flaws. Could it be that I'm being too careless? Is it really just a coincidence that the seven of them went crazy at similar times?"

"That's not true!"

Liang Yan suddenly thought of something, put away the "Bodhi Mirror", walked to Nan Wang's body, raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead.

Although Gui Wuqi was a little surprised when he saw this, he did not say anything to stop him because he knew that Liang Yan would not do anything meaningless, and this move should be to verify something.

After a while, Liang Yan slowly retracted his hand, turned his back to Gui Wuqi, and asked: "Master Wuqi, is there any 'Zhu Quan Shui' in the Wuchen Army?"

"Zhu Quanshui? What do you want this for?"

Gui Wuqi looked surprised, because what Liang Yan wanted was very unpopular. The so-called "Zhuquan water" was actually the residue left behind by ghost monks after refining souls, supplemented by several special medicinal materials. Bitter water.

It is said that some evil ghosts with defects can make up for their shortcomings by taking "Zhuquan Water", but this is only in rare cases. Even monks who specialize in ghosts rarely use it, let alone Confucian disciples like Gui Wuqi. .

Liang Yan didn't open his mouth to explain, and he didn't even turn around. He seemed to be attracted by something.

After a moment of silence, Gui Wuqi slowly said: "There are no ghost cultivators in the four camps of the Wuchen Army. However, among some of the casual cultivators, there seem to be a few who have practiced the ghost way. However, their realms are all very low. Most of them only have the foundation building stage and the Juyuan stage, and they may not have the 'Vermillion Spring Water' on their bodies."

"Then I would like to ask you, Master, to make a trip for me. It's best to bring some 'Zhuquan Water'. Liang will be waiting here." Liang Yan said calmly.

Gui Wuqi looked at his back and felt a little unpredictable for a moment.

But he still believed in Liang Yan. He just pondered for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay, Commander Liang will wait for a while, and Gui will come as soon as he goes!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the cave, flying to the southwest.

After Gui Wuqi left, the cave fell into silence.

Liang Yan stared at Nan Wang's body, looking thoughtful. After a while, he suddenly said, "Since your Excellency is here, why don't you show up to see him?"

This sentence seemed like he was talking to himself, because there was silence in the cave and no one responded at all.

However, Liang Yan frowned and his tone became a bit stern: "You haven't shown up yet, do you want me to invite you?"

"Ahem. Ahem!"

Outside the cave, there was a violent coughing sound.

Immediately afterwards, a figure walked in from outside.

To be precise, he actually "slid" in.

Because this person was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, his legs seemed to be disabled, and he could only move forward by himself in the wheelchair.

His appearance is actually ordinary, and he is also wearing coarse linen clothes, but it gives people a quiet and peaceful feeling, as if you can communicate with him without saying much, and you can understand it by heart.

"Who are you and why are you following me?" Liang Yan turned around and asked slowly.

"Ahem."

The man in linen clothes was about to speak, but he couldn't help coughing. He had no choice but to take off a wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and drank a few gulps.

When Liang Yan saw this, a light flashed in his eyes.

The person in front of him has a strong aura, at least he has survived the second disaster or above, but he seems to have been seriously injured and has not been able to recover until now.

Otherwise, as long as a ray of true spirit remains alive, the body of an ancestor like him can be completely restored. How can there be any disability in his legs? But it also shows that the person who hurt him in the first place must have unfathomable cultivation!

After drinking a few sips of wine, the man in linen's complexion gradually improved.

"Fellow Taoist is indeed extraordinary. I pushed the "Dong Xuan Sutra" to the extreme. I can hide it from you forever, but I can't hide it from my fellow Taoist."

"You haven't answered my question yet, who are you?" Liang Yan said in a deep voice.

"Ahem. Merely nameless, a remnant in Tianshui, not worth mentioning."

"If you don't want to reveal your name, and you won't tell the origin of this trip, then don't blame Liang for taking action against you." Liang Yan's voice gradually turned cold.

"Actually, I have the same purpose as you, and I am also here to investigate this matter."

The man in sackcloth entered the cave in a wheelchair, his face calm from beginning to end.

Liang Yan didn't really take action. After all, this was the territory of the Wuchen Army. He might be the one to blame. He already had some minor conflicts with him. If a fight started here, it would inevitably intensify the conflict. .

"It seems that fellow Taoist has found a breakthrough in this matter." The man in linen coughed and said calmly.

"Oh? I wonder what you mean by this?"

"The human continent has a long history, and the techniques of hundreds of schools of thought have been passed down for countless generations, and they are already very perfect. Even if someone occasionally goes crazy, it is impossible for them to happen at the same time by such a coincidence. And you have also investigated, The techniques these people practice are very ordinary, so it’s not that there’s something wrong with the techniques.”

After hearing this, Liang Yan looked noncommittal.

"You mean it was caused by external force? But you also saw that there is no trace of magic left here at all."

"If you don't use magic, it doesn't mean you can't influence others. There is a method that is invisible and traceless, but it can make people crazy and even go crazy."

The man in sackcloth had a calm voice, glanced at Liang Yan, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, I believe fellow Taoists have also thought of it, that is the rhythm."

When Liang Yan heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he did not answer.

The man in linen clothes continued: "The music is elusive and unpredictable. It ranges from ants in grass and trees to saints on the great road. If a master uses music to influence these low-level monks, there is no need to use spiritual power at all. It can make their souls be affected by the music, so that they become obsessed. And because the music is invisible, it will not leave traces on the scene, which is why Gui Wuqi is helpless. "

"Your Excellency has spoken with certainty. It seems that you have made a conclusion in your mind?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile.

The man in linen said calmly: "Isn't it true, fellow Taoist? You asked Gui Wuqi to get the 'Zhuquan Water' just to verify this conjecture. Although the music will not leave traces in the cave, if it really affects this person, It will definitely leave traces in his soul. Although this person is dead and his soul has dissipated, the 'Zhuquan Water' can simulate the feeling of his soul before his death. Maybe we can hear some unusual sounds?"

When Liang Yan heard this, he couldn't help but sigh and said: "It seems that there is no need to return to Wuqi's 'Zhu Quan Shui'. The fact that you can say this means that it has been verified before. But in this way, I am even more curious about your identity, I wonder who you are?"

At the end of the sentence, his eyes gradually became sharper.

At this moment, a soft cry suddenly came from outside the cave, and a familiar voice said: "Unknown Taoist friend, aren't you a guest at my uncle's house? Why are you so leisurely and elegant to come here?"

Before he finished speaking, a person had already walked into the cave. It was Gui Wuji who had gone and returned.

"Do you recognize him?" Liang Yan glanced at Gui Wuqi.

"Of course!" Gui Wuqi smiled and said: "This is one of the famous 'Four Young Masters of Nanxuan', Wei Wuming of Tianshui Mountain."

After hearing this, Liang Yan suddenly realized.

"It turns out his name is 'Wu Ming'! He didn't hide his origin just now."

Wei Wuming smiled slightly at this time, cupped his hands to Liang Yan and said: "Can Ke has no ill intentions, but Commander Liang of Yuzhu Mountain has become famous recently. Can Ke couldn't help but have a trace of curiosity in his heart, so he hid his aura and followed him here. Unexpectedly, he had been caught by Commander Liang long ago. If you find out, you will be humiliating yourself.”

"There's no need to be polite. In fact, I only discovered it not long ago, otherwise I wouldn't have waited until we entered the cave to send fellow Taoist disciples away." Liang Yan said calmly.

When Gui Wuqi heard this, he immediately shouted: "What a Liang Yan, so you asked me to get the 'Zhuquan Water' just to get rid of me?"

Liang Yan said with a smile: "Young Master Wuji, there is no need to be angry. At that time, I noticed that someone was following me, and his cultivation level was not weak, but I didn't know what this person's purpose was, so I separated the two of us just to see what his purpose was. Who is it? If he had followed you, Liang would definitely take action."

"That's it." Gui Wuqi nodded, but his expression was a little unwilling, "You can detect Wei Wuming, but I don't feel anything. It seems that there is a big difference in skill. No wonder you treat me as an errand boy. It seems that this All your work is in vain!"

Wei Wuming smiled and said: "Young Master Wuji should not underestimate yourself. Your cultivation talent is rare in the world, and you will definitely achieve great achievements in the future. Moreover, this trip is not in vain, as the 'Zhu Quan Shui' can be used to verify Liang Shuai's conjecture."

"Oh? It seems like this thing is really useful?"

Gui Wuqi said, taking out a small jade bottle from his sleeve, "It was also lucky that a ghost cultivator under my command happened to make a bottle of 'Zhuquan Water'. Before I could use it, I bought it with a lot of money."

"Master, thank you for your trouble."

Liang Yan smiled slightly and took the jade bottle. He saw half a bottle of black water inside, twisting and squirming in the bottle as if there was life.

After opening the cork, a foul smell came out. At the same time, the black water rushed out of the bottle mouth and rushed into the air, as if trying to escape outside the cave.

"go!"

Liang Yan didn't even look at it, but with just a touch of his hand, the black water was imprisoned by the invisible force, and finally flew into the Tianling Cap of the monk's "Nanwang".

Gui Wuqi was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of what he did. Looking at Wei Wuming next to him, he was not surprised at all. He was sitting calmly in the wheelchair, as if he had anticipated what was going to happen next.

After Liang Yan poured the "Zhu Quan Shui" into Nan Wang's Niwan Palace, he raised his hand and shot out several mysterious magic formulas, which entered Nan Wang's body one by one.

After a while, Nan Wang, who was already dead, suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression became ferocious and twisted.

"harsh harsh harsh"

The dead body rolled off the futon and lay on the ground, digging its nails into the soil and struggling desperately. At the same time, his mouth opened as if he was screaming, but because he was dead, he could only utter a few intermittent syllables.

The peaceful look before had long since disappeared, replaced by everlasting pain.

Seeing this scene, Gui Wuqi's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.

"This is this?"

"This is what he really looked like before he died." Liang Yan murmured.

"Then why was his expression so peaceful when we found him?"

"It's the rhythm." Liang Yan said slowly.

"Yinlu?" Gui Wuqi was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to react.

"Shhh."

Wei Wuming made a gesture to silence himself and said with a smile, "Master, please listen carefully."

Gui Wuqi frowned, but still calmed down. For a moment, the cave was quiet.

After a while, I heard a faint voice echoing in the cave.